Jul 23, 2023
Quiet Resistance Matters
A friend of mine was visiting the area and stopped at Brandon Teena's grave. A lovely thing to do.
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Quiet Resistance Matters
A friend of mine was visiting the area and stopped at Brandon Teena's grave. A lovely thing to do.
Why Generative AI Can Never Write My Next Book
This post is going to seem like a lot of words to make a very simple point. You could read the table of contents and get the gist. It follows on what I wrote in My Voice and Why Gen AI Can’t Fake It a week or so ago. As I wrote at the end of the post, I’m looking at a couple million words in the rear view mirror, and every project has the same lifecycle. I learn. I write. I learn. I publish. I…
My Voice and Why Gen AI Can't Fake It
Way back in the olden days, after my seventh book (Embrace in Motion), my publisher decided it made sense for me to publish more often than once a year. But she didn’t want me competing with myself, so we decided on a pen name. For me, this meant I could experiment under a new name, stretch genres and so on, without giving my existing readers whiplash. I wrote sci-fi romance, gothic romance, and…
Due to the chaos unleashed by the US Government on worldwide trade and small business, I temporarily discontinuing shipping paperbacks outside of the United States.
Bunny Screaming - Thoughts I Am Finding Comforting
I’ve been mulling over what the people currently abusing their power want. What is it that they’re longing for as they ban books, cancel cancer research, and outlaw human beings? My conclusion is that they want a time based on the past where they were somehow even better off than they already are. What do all those magical days of yore have in common? They ended. All of them. They couldn’t…
Dandelion Times: Our Heads Explode
To my author friends, regardless of how you publish When times are uncertain and consumer confidence plummets, perceived luxuries are the first things people give up. Books, movies, subscriptions, branded merch/clothing, and travel, to name a few. Boycotts are one thing. Economic chaos and mass sudden unemployment are another thing, and they are very bad news for anyone whose income is from the…
How Much He Must Have Hated Himself
This is not an obituary. For more than four decades of my life, Pat Robertson brought out the worst in terrible people. Today he made me a worse person.
For more than four decades of my life, Pat Robertson heaped vitriol and invective on me and my kind. He unceasingly called us deviants and dangers to our country and the world. Every natural disaster, every plague, every ill in the world was our fault or the fault of those who tolerated our existence. We were the reason for the suffering of billions of people.
He mouthed the words "Hate the sin, not the sinner" -- six short words -- after "sermons" of thousands of words that hated the sinner.
His "Christian" credentials allowed violent people to claim beatings, torture, and murder were godly. He openly praised political opportunists using our lives - of late, our trans family's very existence - as a way to make money and cultivate power and encourage cruelty. They claim godliness too, while many don't even hate us. We're convenient. Which is one of the aspects of abuse that leaves those on the receiving end feeling like they're not human to their abusers. We're just the thing that's handy.
On hearing the news, my first thought was to paraphrase Clarence Darrow: That's an obituary I will read with great pleasure. But my feelings can't be dismissed with a quip. Also, I have no intention of reading that obituary and even if I did, it would give me no pleasure.
Pat Robertson's damage to me wasn't limited to his hatred and empowerment of evil against me. He also made me - briefly - the kind of person to be glad someone died. Even worse, to want to gloat.
I don't want to be that person. It's not the best self I aspire to. It took me some time to leave that thought and get to a better place.
Now, as I wish for all like him, I hope he finds the afterlife he wished on me and mine, and along the way has a conversation with the Jesus from the Bible I've read, who gave only two commandments: Love God, and Love Thy Neighbor as thyself.
We were his neighbors.
How much he must have hated himself.
I wish for all of us a sense of a weight lifted, an evil banished. We need all the energy we can spare to resist all those who remain, doing the work of hate he empowered and praised.
That's all the mental space I will give to the man for the rest of my days.
Hallmark Uncaves, Says All the Right Things
Any ally for inclusion should take a long hard look at Hallmark Channel's entire representation. Is a movie or two with LGBTQ leads enough to overlook the oh-so-white Christmas?
It was a Busy Weekend
My gay agenda for the weekend was full: an audiobook drawing, holiday shopping, candy-making (cut my thumb, ouch!) and dueling Community Days for my Pokemon Go and Wizards Unite fixations. Still no shiny Ralts. Drats.
Oh, and Hallmark banned an ad with two women kissing at their wedding, then unbanned it and issued an apology. Maybe you heard?
I’m mostly going to repeat what…
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