On Time

For this article, I’m requesting that the reader set aside their preconceptions– I kind of always do, but this time, I feel I have to be quite vocal about the importance of this to understanding where I am going with it.  In this case, I’m going to be discussing something that really doesn’t seem to be thought about or discussed openly, even in some of the most avant-garde and bohemian philosophical circles.  Maybe the issue is considered settled among them, but I’ve not quite had it explained to me well.

The subject is Time itself.

An Open Letter to the World (WARNING: Rambling Manifesto Contained Herein)

(This post started one way, and mutated and mutated– it was supposed to be more structured than it ended up, and what it ended up being was essentially a stream-of-consciousness reflection on the state of the world.  As a result, internal consistency may not be entirely ensured– I jump from place to place, and quite frankly, I didn’t get any sleep before I write this.  Take it for what it is, and read it when you have a long amount of time to spend.  About halfway through it, I think I have a bit of a religious experience in there, and that’s why I go on at length about the value of humanity there.  I’ll probably do more like this in the future.)

Dear World,

What can I say?  We’ve got a lot of problems.  Not between you and me, necessarily, but I mean… the World’s problems become my problems because I have to live here.  I don’t feel like blaming anyone for anything.  I don’t think any individual causes any single problem, but I think we all (including myself) at least contribute in some way.

On Sports

There is a story behind how I became the Sports Editor of The West Georgian, when I myself have very little experience as a participant in sports or similar activities.  I figure it’s interesting and serves as a good springboard for talking about sports themselves.

This is my third year working for The West Georgian, the student newspaper for this university.  I’ve been a staff writer and an Ombudsman (abuse sponge) and worked hard because I believe in the mission of our paper:  To provide news to the students and to provide a venue in which students can get experience delivering the news.

On Therapy (or Lack Thereof)

This piece is written in response to a recent incident which was conveyed to me by my friend, Bree.  Bree is a smart, talented, and beautiful trans woman who I have the great pleasure of calling my friend.  She’s got issues with anxiety, but she really is cool and fun to talk to, and I care about her very much.  However, as part of the process of transitioning, like all trans women, Bree has to get help from a therapist.  Which to be honest is not a bad thing, unless the therapist begins acting as a “gatekeeper”; that is, acting as a hindrance or barrier on her path to transition, rather than as a helping hand or advocate for her needs.