This was originally inspired by the suicide of Leelah Alcorn, and was originally posted to Tumblr. Sadly, this is a continuing issue in the trans community: that of parents abusing their trans children, psychologically and otherwise. Leelah, and others, are not isolated incidents. If they were, it would be as easy as saying these parents were simply bad parents — abusive and active inflicting harm on their children — and that it’s only a matter of bad parenting, or “bad families”, or individual situations and choices.
But it’s not.
It is not an isolated incident.
I am five chapters from finishing the second draft of my book. It will be 11 months and a little over 50,000 words of work on this draft.
Edited to add: I will have written far more than 50,000 words for this draft. The 50k words are the words which survived editing and pruning to make it into the final draft.
As of my last post, this was the number of posts in this blog. It’s now 667, but I was nonetheless humored by the 666. 😈
Me: *packing for major trip*
Me: *notices something crucial has gone missing*
Me: *turns entire apartment upside down looking for said crucial thing*
Me: *finds the fucking thing where I would pack it*
Me: Oh, very clever.
I am so close to finishing the final edits on this short story — and therefore being done with said story — I can taste it.
Come to Daddy.
Nothing much — just today’s writing soundtrack.