Pireeni Sundaralingam When I Woke Up

Had a lovely night out last night meeting a local trans guy and his girl–readers of this blog, actually (Hi Lizzi, hi Ari!).  Woke up this morning, deactivated my facebook account, and reorganized the priority sites on my bookmark bar.  And so, I came across this nice little poem.  As the intro says, “the language that surrounds me every day–mostly sad, simple transactional language–fails.”  Hopefully this offering, of Easter, will add some new sound into the language of your day.

Be nice to yourselves,
Your Pal Eli

Miss Me?

Hello there!

I have been busy visiting family in Ohio, and working on the creation of some trans-friendly policies for my workplace.  That, in addition to a little chapbook I am trying to finish and my regular schedule of avoiding shit I have to do and well, I just wandered off for a while.  But here I am, with a mini-post.

First, drumroll please…

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Yup, I got my social security card in the mail, so now I can change my name at work.  One of my student loan companies changed my middle name, but refused to change my first name with only a new ID.  They wanted to see the judgment oder too, which would be fine if the woman on the phone hadn’t told me the reason they were willing to change my middle name was because “married women often change their middle name to their maiden name, so [they] only require a state issued ID for that.”  But if you’re not some straight lady changing her last name, well, then, you can submit all kinds of additional information and wait.  Douches.  Privileged douches.  Ah well, the SS card is really the most important thing, and for that I am pumped.

And, for the record, this is what not shaving for six days will get me…

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That stubble and 2.25 will get me on the Red line.

Hey, tell me, how are you enjoying the fall?  I am leaving the windows open and sniffing the breeze like my cat.  Autumn makes me feel invincible.

As always, be nice to yourselves,
Your Pal Eli