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Whelp.

So, I have a cousin.
She's about a decade younger than me.
When I met her at the family reunion 2 summers ago, she pinged all the bi flags I can think of.
And the following doesn't mean I read her wrong. Gods know bi people can be pretty messed up in ways that my just-out-teen-self didn't really think about.

But my cousin posts stuff on facebook that is kind of upsetting. I mean, most of it basically gets filed under "whatever". I don't care that much that she's reposting stuff deriding people who think "Baby, It's Cold Outside" sounds rape-y as fuck in a contemporary context, or that she's posting pictures of kinky gingerbreads with "this is why I don't get asked to make stuff for the church bake sale anymore" captions without necessarily being kinky herself.

But sometimes she posts stuff that really bothers me.

So I started commenting on that stuff.
I started commenting on that stuff literally inside of the last hour. And I started out pretty... easy to ignore. I literally said "Good grief, [name]".
And I figure, if she responds to that, I can talk to her about it further, and if she doesn't, I'll just quietly keep doing that, and maybe upping things a bit here and there, so that it's not just zero-to-livid right away.

If anyone has some personal experience talking to relatives (that you want to maintain and develop relationships with) about Problematic Stuff, please feel free to pass along what has worked?


Thanks,
Amazon.

Consummation. (By Little Light, via Snakey).
It made me cry. A lot.

Right Wrist: Skuld.

Ylang ylang, honey, Egyptian and Arabian musks and labdanum.

( Thoughts on Skuld )

Left wrist: Loviatar.

Black amber, red musk and dark myrrh.

( Thoughts on Loviatar )


In non-BPAL-related news: Tonight we go to my mom's place for Xmas-eve and Xmas morning.
To be followed by a very hectic Dec. 25th afternoon, with visits to my in-laws house, and visits to both sides of that extended family. Ye gods. :-)


I got all my stock-stuffer shopping done. (I went into the Crystal Dawn shop on Dalhousie, and went through every piece of malachite they had until I found one that gave me a really strong reaction when I thought of Paul. Here's hoping it feels good to him. It made me feel kind of dizzy, and like there was a huge weight on my solar-plexus. But, then again, most of the malachite was doing that. It may just be what malachite does to me. <*shrug*>).


Anyway, I'm quite happy about it all. :-)



I also raided the soon-to-be-closed Music World at Redeau. I picked up "Bat Out of Hell" (as performed live, with an orchestra) as well as a "Gothic Club Compilation" (just to say that I did. ;-) plus Cradle of Filth's new album (well, "new" - 2006) for Paul, as a stocking stuffer. :-) He's getting a lot of music this year. (Not that this is particularly unusual). :-)


Vice Versa, the bisexuality theory book, is going well. I quite enjoy it. :-)


We'll be leaving for my mom's place at around 7pm. Which means I should get those truffles made. :-)


- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)

Have been bopping around the websites of The Trailing Edge, Future Shop and Staples.

Unexpectedly, at 17" flat-screen is cheaper at the stores near my house than at the one in Bell's Corners.
Cool. :-)


To do today:

- Dye Hair
- Work on Boot (or, potentially, boots) while watching Some Movie or Other. Note: I found another spool of black thread! :-D Yay! :-D
- Figure Out Dinner. Since Paul is going shopping w/ his Dad today (shoes, belt, new tank of gas for the BBQ), this will (I hope) involve barbecuing something. If it does, this is good. It means that Paul will do the cooking. :-)


I don't think I will be going to Art In Strathcona today. (Sorry Ami. Good luck, though! :-D)



Last Night was dinner w/ Paul's family. It was nice to see my brother-in-law (who was in town for the day, basically). I wore my pants, and everyone went "Hey! You're wearing pants!" and said they looked good, which was pretty awesome.
They were still not totally comfortable, but I'm sort of starting to figure them out.
Handily, I didn't feel like I was in drag today.
I *did* feel unusually butch. But that's me for you. In my head, pants = menswear.
I can see the appeal of them for running, though. :-)

Anyway. Due to the aforementioned family visit, I am feeling somewhat all-peopled-out (and, as such, am starting to toy with the idea of getting a driver's license... only toying. But its usefulness is slowly becoming apparent. ;-)

Spent last night copying "Live Truly, My Heart" over to GJ. I'll do the same thing to IJ eventually. (Sorry to the GJ people for filling your f-list with fic!spam, btw. :-)


Anywhoo. That's it for me. :-)


Off to write Part Eighteen. :-)


- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)