I’m Done

After thinking about it for some time now, I’ve decided to exit the gender debate permanently.  Back in September I wrote that I was pretty much fed up with the whole trans blog thing.  If I’d had any sense I’d have bailed then.  The bottom line is that I’m done.  Enough Non-Sense will no longer post essays that have anything to do with anything associated with trans.

The only association I’ve ever had with anything trans has been over the internet.  Over the years I’ve run into some pretty cool people online.  I’ve made a few friends, lost a few friends, and debated people I will never meet with engaging and respectful dialogue…but those people and experiences have been few and far between.  For I’ve also been threatened with law suits more times than I can count and seen people go to no small bit of trouble over the years to out me, dropping a snippit of information here and there just to let me know they know something personal about me.  Just recently I was threatened with being outed by one obsessive nut case who claimed to have accumulated files of personal information about me, including my resume…I was even sent a web link where I could view them.  I’ve been called every conceivable name imaginable and insulted to no end by gay men, transvestites, gender queers, crossdressers, transsexuals and even eunuchs.  So, though I’ve met a few nice people online and have had more than a few spirited yet enjoyable debates, for the most part the online gender debate is, and has been, a dark and dank cave filled with dirty, ugly, unreasonable, obsessive, despicable, and often even mentally ill people that I want nothing to do with on any level. 

Engorged with Self-Importance

I made a pact not to name names on my blog anymore but read something the other day that floored me.  The infamous Bil Browning, of Bilerico, called Ashley Love a nut job.

So, Bil makes an internet face at Ms. Love…calls her a “nut job.”  What is hilarious about him doing that is that he goes on in the same blog post to “set Ashley straight on the facts” about him.

Bil tells us he’s bought a house he can’t afford and is heading “back to Indiana next week for my [his] foreclosure.”

Bil tells us he’s been “reduced to posting pleas for readers to donate to cover the rent”…so, not only does Mr. Browning have to beg for contributions monthly to keep his gay blog going, but apparently has to beg for money to even pay his rent.

And, lastly Bil reminds us that he is bipolar, a real honest to God mental illness.  One that no doubt prohibits him from working at any job, yet doesn’t at all prohibit him from flying across the country to accept an award or tracking someone down to get an interview, or participating in the different conferences we all hear about.  I wonder to myself if my tax dollars are being spent giving this deadhead some type of disability or not?

So, to recap, let me get this right:

Ashley Love IS a “nut job” because she doesn’t like gay men trashing transsexuals.

Bil Browning, however, IS NOT a “nut job” in spite of buying a house he can’t afford, having to beg people for money to keep his blog open and to pay his rent, and is apparently certifiably bipolar.

I think you all get the picture.

Steam Bending Teak

As I suppose is often the case, completing the last few items of our boat restoration seems to be taking the longest.  We have less than a handful of things to do to our sloop before we can call her completely finished.  In the past two months we’ve had all new cockpit cushions made, installed a new fathometer, and had covers made for both the binnacle and the grill.  One thing left to do is remove the cover to the fresh water tank, clean the tank proper, install a new fresh water system pump, and then connect the fresh water system to a new hot water heater (the new hot water heater is already installed).  Another thing left to do is to install the new auto pilot.

This past weekend me and my guy dived head first into something both of us had anticipated for quite a while:  steam bending kiln dried teak.  The issue is that the below deck settee was modified into a curved booth configuration.  The problem was in fabricating fiddles for the curved counters.  The only solution was to steam bend the 1” X 2” teak planks to fit the curved counters.

I’ve Got an Idea

I’ll just finish off these four, huge, one liter cokes and toss them over my left shoulder on to the floor and into the garbage can I call a living room…before I do my best Rush Limbaugh impression.

Note to the youTube actors:  pile all of the trash out of sight of the web cam before you make your videos…even pretending to be clean will do wonders for your credibility.

Milking It

More Chloe…

More Bee Stings…

Can you say fullback?  Sure you can.  She and her skunk streaks are just misunderstood, that’s all…

Upsets and Sensibilities

Upset…over a tampon advertisement featuring a drag queen.

Upset…over a harmless television program called “Work It.”

Upset…over the glitterbomb.

Upset…over the Canadian Aeronautics Act.

Upset…over the use of the word tranny.