WHERE THE HELL I HAVE BEEN:

Getting over

GASTRITIS!!!!!! /jazz hands

I got it right before Thanksgiving, too, that was awesome. I got to go to Urgent Care, where they tried to put an IV in because I was dehydrated. They decided my inner elbow veins weren’t even worth trying. And then, because I was so miserable, I decided to suck it up and let them TRY MY HAND VEINS. WITHOUT NUMBING CREAM. And I only cried after it was over, because I felt miserable, and a bit violated – thanks to that phobia of mine, and also because I was just fucking frustrated beyond belief that I’d sat through two handsticks for NADA: the left hand, the vein rolled too much; the right hand, the vein BLEW. I’ve still got a bit of a bruise that grosses me out when I happen to see it. Barf.

Speaking of which, I did LOTS of vomiting. I HAAAAAAAAAAAATE vomiting. I cannot actually remember the last time I vomited before the gastritis. And there was lots of, ahem, vomiting/explosions from the other end, too. MISERABLE. And disgusting.

Urgent Care sent me home, because they thought I could probably drink enough fluids and didn’t HAVE to have an IV. Except that did not work out too well, because I kept puking and couldn’t keep the anti-nausea meds down, so we went to the hospital. Which makes it like the second (or possibly third or fourth) year I’ve been to the hospital around a winter holiday. Although previously it’s been for anxiety, iirc. Anyway. At the hospital, they were very, very nice, and the nurse was absolutely lovely, and got a vein in my right inner elbow on the first go, with no trouble whatsoever. Because UNC Hospitals FUCKING RULE, and they are awesome, and also, they run IVs more often than Urgent Care probably does. (I’m not dissing Urgent Care, they were very, very nice to me, too. My veins are punks, and I know it. They’re small – except on the backs of my hands – and they roll like sons of bitches, and they’re deep as shit, and even deeper when I’m dehydrated.) Also, the nurse knew the phlebotomist I mentioned, who is a GOD. I’m pretty sure his name is Carlos. I had him a couple years ago when I was having my gallstones, and they had to run a line for the morphine, and he was AMAZING. And the nurse who did my IV Thanksgiving Eve – has the exact same phobia I do! Even down to the whole part where it’s really more about blood leaving your body when it shouldn’t (like, periods are okay, IVs are not). And she loves Carlos, too – she said he was the only person she’d let run an IV on her if she couldn’t do it herself. (Although all their phlebotomists are amazing. But Carlos is the creme de la creme. Apparently he’s been there forever, too. Which is probably why he’s so amazing at it.) Anyway, they gave me two liters of saline, and HOLY SHIT, I felt sooooo much better.

Except for the first time I had to go to the bathroom after the IV was in, and – y’all, I am so dumb: I held the saline bags by my side, in my hand, and didn’t even think about it, and then freaked out when my blood started to run down the IV line. DUH: it’s because the bags need to be higher than your heart. Greg knew. And the nurse who came in knew. And then they told me, and I knew. And the nurse was like, “Just lift it back up, it’ll reverse itself, you’ll be fine. It’ll probably look like fruit punch is in the line for a bit, though.” AND WITH THAT, I CAN NEVER DRINK FRUIT PUNCH AGAIN. (It wasn’t a great love anyway.)

After going to the hospital and getting some fluids, the gastritis was still pretty fucking gnarly, but the vomiting stopped, and I was much less miserable. I guess it’s almost getting on two weeks at this point (a week and a half?), and I’m finally starting to feel 100% back to normal, and it feels SO GOOD! So, posting shall recommence soon. :D And blog-reading – holy shit, did I miss y’all, and your blogs!

Oh, also? Greg is totally getting this for Hogswatch:

FOTD: Rosey Cowgrrl (11/08/12)

Between some of my friends’ lovely and low-key looks, some of the reading I’ve been doing lately (How to Look Expensive, Free Gift with Purchase), and some of the movies and tv I’ve been watching (classics; stuff that has lovely subtle makeup – so not Drag Race as an inspiration *so much these days* even though I adore it; TransAmerican Love Story – looooooove Calpernia Addams and Andrea James so hard!*) – anyway, I’m kind of feeling drawn more to subtler looks. For me, anyway. Subtle *for me*. Just as something to play around with. Especially now that I’ve gone and dyed my hair (surprise! this post is a couple days behind – totally not surprising), I’m enjoying the dichotomy of “crazy-colored hair” and “polished-looking makeup.” For now, anyway. I’ll get back to “in-your-face color” soon, trust. Oh – and I also re-re-organized my makeup stash (the way I’d last reorganized it was a joke, I couldn’t find shit), so I came across my neutrals and was like, “WHY don’t I wear these more?” Also I realized HOW FUCKING MUCH MAKEUP I HAVE, so, um, yeah, REALLY going to try to dial back the makeup-buying-and-hoarding, and shop my stash quite a bit. It’s ridiculous. And then on top of that the “cheap” companies (Wet n Wild, e.l.f., etc) have to go and UP THEIR PRODUCT GAME!?! Not even TRYING to help a bitch out. Just giving her more shit to eye up longingly, and try not to binge on. But whatever.

*Calpernia Addams and Andrea James, honestly, YEARS before I got on this makeup kick, were the ones who set me on the good skincare path. I adored TransAmerican Love Story, and they always looked gorgeous on it. Then I found my way to Transsexual Road Map. Now, before you start interrupting me here: yes, I’m a non-TS woman, but 1-I was a total tomboy growing up, and even now sometimes I don’t feel like I’m actually feminine, and am at times completely befuddled by “how to be a woman,” and 2-I learned SO. MUCH. MORE. from TS Road Map about how to understand and take care of my skin and hair, than I *ever* have at a dermatologist’s – granted I only went to one, when I was fourteen, and boy, he needed to go back to school – or a makeup counter. TS Road Map taught me about AHAs and retinols, and why they’re kind of important. And why it’s important to be *gentle* with your skin, and how to do that (like, really, how to wash your face in a non-harsh way; total noob, right here). AND introduced me to Paula Begoun’s Don’t Go to the Makeup Counter Without Me, which is phenomenal. So, yeah, if you’re like me, and femininity doesn’t come naturally, and you don’t know what kind of skin you have no matter how long you stare at it in the mirror nor how many self-tests you do in magazines, maybe go check out TS Road Map. Those ladies *know* what they’re talking about. Especially when it seemed like the women I knew weren’t admitting their femininity/flawless makeup/gorgeous hair wasn’t anything but natural, TS Road Map *dished*. And I am so grateful. Even now, when the majority of my lady friends are happy and willing to share skincare/beauty/makeup/hair secrets, I’m still paying attention to TSRM. I haven’t mentioned it before, because I feel kind of…rude and intrusive and grossly-privileged, as a non-TS woman. But you know what? Credit where it is fucking due: TS Road Map is AH-MAZING, and sincere thanks for teaching me so much about my skin, my hair, and femininity/gender performance in general. I was clueless. My skin is flawless today – I’m not trying to brag on it, but I do get tons of compliments on it, and from time to time am really lax about taking proper care of it – BUT! The reason it behaves so well, and stays so clear even when I sleep in my makeup (which doesn’t happen often), is that the rest of the time I’m following the skincare steps that I figured out thanks to TSRM. I wouldn’t exactly call it a regimen – that sounds too formal, and I don’t use *exactly* the same products every day. But I do follow the skincare steps they recommend, and I’ve found products within each “step” that work for me, and I switch around between those. So, that’s why my skin behaves itself so well. Even when I’m not drinking anywhere near enough water. (Shameful of me! Drink your water, Jacobs.) So, give them a look, they’re great at explaining things in an accessible way. (I don’t know, but as much as I love girly mags like Vogue and Allure and shit, their skincare articles…I just couldn’t translate it onto my face with any good results. Like, I’d read it and be like, “….but wait, what now?” and then get zits a-plenty, or *really* aggravated skin. TS Road Map, on the other hand, I was like, “OH AWESOME I FINALLY GET IT!” Just saying: they know whereof they speak.)
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Smells like Winter up in here!

When the weather gets cooler, I am generally happier. In Summer, when it’s blazing hot and humid, I perpetually feel like I’m going through early menopause. Boooooo. So while I tend to complain at the drop of a hat (just being honest), I’m much less whiny when I’m not sweating balls (or freezing my tits off). Hence my love of Fall and most of Winter (as long as it’s not too severe and icy).

Another reason I love colder weather is I can finally comfortably snuggle and get cozy. I tend to run hot anyway (more reason to hate hot weather), so cuddling with blankets or even Greg (that man is a heater, I tell you) is too sweaty. But not when it’s cold! Then I can get cozy to my heart’s content!

This Fall, I’m especially into the idea of cabins, for some reason. I’ve never really been that into them, but it’s about all I can think about lately: small, cozy spaces; crackling fires; the scent of cold air and pine trees; burrowing into a bed piled with fluffy pillows and snuggly blankets and comforters. Mmm! Oh! – I forgot the comfy jimjams and knit booties! The best!

I’m working on knitting up a new pair of booties for myself (right after I finish some long-promised knit stuff for other people), and in the meantime I’m being supremely lazy and skipping working out when I get home (bad Kathy!) in favor of putting on my jimjams immediately and coaxing the hubbles to snuggle on the couch. And now we get to the whole point for this rambling post:

I FUCKING LOVE THESE TWO CANDLES I JUST GOT! HOLY SHIT!

Okay, so, one I got from sneakpeeq. I’d link to sneakpeeq, but that shit is like crack, so I’m doing you a favor and not linking. If you want to poke around sneakpeeq, you can find the site yourself – but don’t fucking blame me when you keep buying shit. I warned you.

Anyway, so this candle, right? It’s Diamond Candles, which is a pretty neat gimmick, in my opinion: there’s a ring inside a protective foil pouch in every candle, worth $10, $100, $1000, or $5000. I’m pretty sure I’m getting a ten dollar ring, and I’m 100% happy with that. I’m basically a magpie: if it’s shiny or sparkly, I’m all over it. But this particular candle is the Cozy Cabin scent, and it is amazing. The scent is cedarwood and vanilla, but in just the right proportions for me. (I’ve smelled cedarwood vanilla before and hated it – this candle is perfect for me!)

The second candle is really kind of the superstar of the two – and I got it at the fucking grocery store! It’s seriously my new favorite thing, and I NEED to stock up on these puppies. I am CRAZY over fireplaces. Love them to death. But we don’t have one in our home. I used to have a little firepit on the back porch, but it rusted and finally keeled over this Summer. Which is where this candle comes in, and why it’s so brilliant. It’s Village Candle’s Fireside candle, and it has a wooden wick that makes that crackling, hissing fireplace sound!!! Oh, it’s heaven! The scent is amazing, too: birch, amber, cedar, and sandalwood – again, not scents I’m usually into, but Village Candle got the blend exactly right, and I love it. And the fireside crackling on top? Oooh, LOVE! I just light the candle, snuggle down under a fluffy blanket, and snooze. <3

As for that cold, wintry silence at night, well…I have a new app that lets me mix sounds, including white, pink, and brown noise. (No, brown noise doesn't make you shit – that's the elusive brown note. :D ) Right now, I'm particularly enamored of a mix of purring cat and rain on a tent (it really sounds more like snow anyway).

Watch it, learn it, love it.

SO. FUCKING. AMAZING.

(Transcription is here, in case you’re not familiar with some of the words and can’t figure them out in context, or if you just want to read some awesomeness.)

And then LIVE IT, and pass it on.

Being trans and queer and brown has no job description and I am not responsible for being your educator.

So do us a favor and educate yourself, because it takes more than not being an asshole to make space for oppressed people. You are taught to internalize cissexism. Have you ever taken a biology class that tells you that males have penises and females have vaginas? That’s cissexism. Being nice to us isn’t what makes you not transphobic, actively checking your privilege and making an effort to understand how someone else’s life experience is completely altered by being not cis is a good start.

Right fucking on! No one else is responsible for educating us; let’s educate ourselves, and learn to check our privilege, so that the world can be a lovely place for *everyone* and my inner hippie can rejoice.

On a sad note, RIP Sahara Davenport. You were amazing, and you will be sorely missed.

HOLY DUCKBILLS, YOU GUISE!!!!!!!!

I HAVE SOME AMAZING, AMAZING, *AMAZING* SWATCHES FOR YOU FOR THIS SUNDAY!

SERIOUSLY SWOONING over here from my first Portland Black Lipstick Company order.

I want to go ahead and show, but I’m going to be good and wait for Swatch Sunday.

(That is a bald-faced lie: I want to go ahead and show you ALL THE FREAKING GORGEOUSNESS, but I’m waaaaay too busy playing with it right now to be bothered with anything that might interrupt playtime. Like taking photos. Soz. You’re just going to have to wait. But holy shit, SO FUCKING GOOD!)

FOTD: Stay Beautiful (6/4/12)

ROBYN DID MY MAKEUP!!! AND IT WAS LOVELY!!! The last day we were in London, and I didn’t have time to do more than just eyes on Robyn – but it was so much fun, nonetheless! Go gander at Robyn’s brilliance and talented skills!

(I have like a bajillion pictures to edit, plus some to get developed and scanned, and then I think a couple more on another SD card that I need to get back, and then I’ll do a proper post about the trip. Promise. But let me go ahead and say here that Robyn and Jon are the goddamn bomb! They are so fucking awesome!)

Leonie is a very wise woman

You should all go read this letter, follow her blog, twitter, join her Goddess Circle, do her programs, etc. But just in case that feels like a lot, here’s a snippet from the article that really resonated with me, and I think is important to get out, because we *don’t* talk about this enough:

“We don’t talk about this enough, you know.
Of what it takes to form a marriage with someone. Of the grief and the necessity of transferring your loyalty from your family of origin to your husband and children.
And yet it is so essential: this is how the human species continues to grow… by branches of the family tree falling, digging deep into the earth, sending their own roots down and bearing forth their own new tree.
I’m talking about this because it is terrifying to be so vulnerable and honest and yet I must.
*
So many parts of my life have been wiped slate-clean.
My husband, my daughter, my soul and my work are the most important things that remain.” -Leonie

Marriage – any serious relationship, really (and probably the less serious ones also, AND the asexual ones, like friendship!) – is a lot of work. It just is. But when it’s right, when it’s working, when it fills you with joy – it is a lot of work, but it doesn’t *feel* like a lot of work. It’s just what you do, to nourish that relationship, and it doesn’t even have to be a big complicated thing. It can be as simple as you make it. (As my therapist likes to remind me when we’re discussing the work I need to do on myself, and how scared I am because I think it’ll be “difficult” and “hard work” – and you know what? Turns out she’s right. Sometimes I *do* need to do the hard work, to force myself to let go of old patterns and fears and baggage. But sometimes, it’s as easy as walking in her door, sitting on the couch, saying what I’m tired of dealing with or what old patterns need to go – and then deciding not to do it anymore, turning it off, explaining to myself, on a deep level, why what I’ve thought was working, or have tricked myself into thinking was working, actually wasn’t. And – poof! – that easy: bye-bye old baggage!)

But go read Leonie’s article! It’s pretty much amazeballs, as is as her glorious writing, and so…open and honest and brave and beautiful. But she also talks about the importance of support, which is a theme that’s been reappearing in my life, in my friends’ lives, regularly, for a couple months now. So, for me, and for yourself, take a couple moments to REALLY think about your support networks. I’m mainly referring to your mental/emotional well-being support networks – but you could also think about your physical health, your spiritual journey, your financial supports, tons of other stuff. Just take a couple moments, and check in with yourself, and go over your support networks – because they are CRUCIAL. You NEED to have them, they NEED to be as big and wide as you can make them and are comfortable doing*, and you NEED to have them established and in place BEFORE the crisis hits. Let go of the false, unhelpful idea of controlling things that you can’t actually control, let go of the idea that you’re some sort of magical exception to “no man is an island,” and, yeah, sometimes? Let go of the idea that you *have* to, and *should*, do every single thing all by yourself. Yeah, being as self-reliant and self-caring as you can be is awesome – but you don’t have to be superhuman about it, and 100% self-reliant. That’s not healthy, and it’s kind of, in my opinion, not the point of life. (I mean, not just in my opinion, if you want to get into reproduction and survival of the species, but I’m thinking, I guess, a bit more existentially here.) We’re meant to interact with each other, and care for each other. (But we can also care for others better and more easily when we’re taking the best care of ourselves.)

*Don’t put all your eggs in one basket, right? If your support network is (like mine was not too long ago) just one person (hi, honey! and thank you! smooches!) – BULLSHIT. First of all, that is a RIDICULOUSLY UNFAIR burden to put on them. Your aim should be to be able to support yourself, and handle all your self-care needs. (Or at least know what they are and be responsible for getting them filled, even if, say, one of those needs is acupuncture – CLEARLY I can’t perform acupuncture on myself, so I do see my acupuncturist. She performs the actual acupuncture, but *I’m* responsible for knowing when I need it, for self-care, and making sure I’m scheduling appointments as I need them.) Ultimately, each of us is responsible for our own health and happiness – and we HAVE TO BE responsible for our own health and happiness. We have to be able to love ourselves, and take care of ourselves, and be happy from within, and be WHOLE. If we’re not complete on our own, our relationships with others won’t be able to flower completely, they’ll be hampered by our own lack of completeness. I think, especially in romantic relationships, that the ideal is to find someone who complements you. You don’t need anyone to *complete* you, because you’re already complete. You want someone who complements you, and then you’re both complete on your own, as individuals, but also the sum is even greater than the parts (which, since you’re already complete individuals, are pretty dang great, too). But back to your support network and not putting all your eggs in one basket. So, the goal is to empower yourself, to make yourself as happy and complete as you can from within, to be responsible for your own health and happiness. But sometimes that’s not going to be easy, or even doable – and that’s why you need a support network. Once in a while, you’re going to need to lean on others. (The aim should be to reduce that need, those occasions, as much as possible – but don’t “should” on yourself, or feel guilty if you need help – there’s no shame in asking for help. That’s an empowered decision: you, fully complete, aware of your strengths and weaknesses and needs and health and happiness, realize that you can’t do something all by yourself, and you ask for help. That is empowered! YOU are doing what’s necessary to take care of yourself. If you can’t change your car’s oil, and it needs an oil change – are you going to guilt-trip yourself over it? Or are you going to take it to a mechanic, and not think less of yourself for having to do so? If you have a nasty bacterial infection and it’s just getting worse and worse – are you going to feel ashamed that you can’t just wish it away? Or are you going to go to the doctor and get help, usually in the form of antibiotics? If you go to the doctor, are you going to feel like you failed as a human being because you had to go to the doctor and get antibiotics? Bit silly, isn’t it: guilt-tripping yourself over asking for help when you actually need it.) BUT – a support network of one person? That’s a HUGE burden to put on someone else, especially for protracted amounts of time, and especially considering that, by my model/assumptions/ideals, *they* are also busy with the work of self-care, and possibly being part of other support networks. So you spread it out, put more people in your network.

Second of all, if your support network is one person, or a very few people (say, my husband, my therapist, my doctor, and that’s it) – what happens when they’re all busy with their own shit, or can’t fit you in for an appointment, or even (hi again, honey!) have been supporting you for a while and could REALLY use a break? Supporting others is AWESOME! It is, I love it. I adore being able to help my friends, and even complete strangers. But it can be taxing work, grueling, exhausting, even. It takes a toll. You NEED a biggish, varied support network, so that people can switch out, and get breaks. And then they’re more refreshed and healthy, and can be a better support if you need one.

So no putting all your eggs in one basket, k? Also, on the “as you’re comfortable doing” note: don’t coddle yourself too much, or allow yourself to weasel out of establishing this important web of support. I’ve done that, an embarrassing amount of times, and it has ALWAYS bitten me in the ass, and fairly soon, rather than later. You don’t have to choose to be totally open and tell the whole world your business (like I do – but it does keep things simple alot of the time ;) ), but don’t let your discomfort convince you that you don’t need a support network, or that you can make it smaller than you actually need. That’s bullshit – and it’s also your…ego/shadow self/inner demons/baggage/whatever-you-want-to-call-it-but-you-see-what-I’m-getting-at pulling the wool over your eyes, rationalizing shit, making excuses, lying to you – all just to set you up for a bigger fall, and more hurt, later. Don’t let that shit win – it just wants to rile you up and get you to hurt yourself because it thinks you don’t deserve better. Yeah, it’s a part of you, but it’s not a part that tells the whole truth, or even any truth sometimes. Sometimes, it tells the truth, but only focuses on negative stuff, and then horribly exaggerates them. Sometimes, it just tells you a bunch of utter, utter bullshit, that’s not even true, but since it’s coming from inside yourself, it’s easy to feel like it is true. Fuck. That. Noise.