Leyland's Tour

So apparently some aggregious TERF from the United States has come all the way to Australia to stage some bullshit about how genderqueer folks are all dangerous pedos and a danger to womens' sports or whatever the fuck.

Naturally, this should not be allowed to stand.

So everyone in solidarity is poised to counter that bullshit with a show of numbers, including everyone who stands with the genderqueers and their right to live their lives in peace.

First they called gays "pedos". Now they're calling Trans people "pedos". I saw an account of someone trying to accuse asexual and aromantic people of pedophilia. Thank grop they can't wrap their fluffy little minds around nonbinariness or I'd also be on their chopping block.

[There was also a brief spate where someone attempted to accuse writers of shipping fanfics to be pedos. You can't win with this mob]

So yeah. Not a beach day.

A being loud and visible and in the face of TERFs day. All so we can continue to be allowed to fucking LIVE.

It's a shame that people still have to fight for the right to live as they please without causing harm to anyone. It's the twenty-first century. You'd think it'd be a brighter future.

If no story today, twofer tomorrow.

If no story tomorrow, I've probably been arrested to being too close to a TERF whilst genderqueer.

Today, all bets are off regarding output. I am driving/escorting my love all across the country so we can all deal with funerary arrangements and organising the final farewell.

I'm taking my iPad on the off chance that I may have an opportunity to add a sentence or two to the continuing story of a devilborn whose love life is going to hell.

...better known to everyone in the loop as A Devil's Tale.

It's a security blanket and we both

Today is the last Mother's Day I celebrate for myself. Rennie's Day, as I have just discovered, is the third Sunday of April. Could have been informed sooner, but... meh.

Beloved is taking over the accepting of Coffee Cups, gimcrack jewelry, and macaroni arts with beaming smile and that weird soft feeling one gets when the smols make a thing just for her.

Motherhood is many things, and one of those things is wearing a macaroni necklace like it's diamonds and feeling

I have written the story. I have the bikkie cooking in the background. All my normal activities are now orbiting Beloved's schedule and on hold for MeMum.

And later on this week, we are getting stuff to make a door betwixt the official front of the house [master bedroom, lounge] and the rest of the house. Just so Pippi can't leap into the greater outdoors and put her life at risk.

Also so that we can have nice furniture in the front