Today in one of my English classes my professor asked us to write a list of what we would consider our comfort foods. My top three: spaghetti and meatballs, lasagna, and pizzelles.
Then she asked us why, and I wanted to laugh and ask her if she’s ever come home after a horrible day to the smell of fresh garlic and basil and oregano, if she’s ever gotten tomato juice all over her hands making caprisi salad with her father, if she’s ever pressed the flat of a knife just so over a clove of garlic and peeled it and dug the flattened leftovers out of a garlic press, if she’s ever held her hands up to her face hours after dinner and smiled to find they still smelled of garlic, if she’s had lasagna for every Thanksgiving and Christmas and Easter since she can remember, if her kitchen smells like anise for a month because her mother makes pizzelles from the beginning of December until the middle of January, if she’s ever had her grandfather grab her plate and pile on another spoonful of pasta because you’re too skinny, what you don’t like your grandma’s cooking, it’s good for you, if she knows what its like to be stuffed in a basement full of cousins and breathe the smell of fresh bread and butter and tomato sauce.
Because if she had, she wouldn’t have to ask me why.
Seven year old Bobbi Montoya has identified as and presented as female since age 2 with his parents approval. She was initially denied entrance by the troop leader out of fear of ‘getting into trouble’ with the parents of other girls in the troop and her troop supervisor because she ‘has boy parts’.
The Girl Scouts of Colorado organization says otherwise and released this statement to 9NEWS concerning the Montoya case:
“Girl Scouts is an inclusive organization and we accept all girls in Kindergarten through 12th grade as members. If a child identifies as a girl and the child’s family presents her as a girl, Girl Scouts of Colorado welcomes her as a Girl Scout.
Our requests for support of transgender kids have grown, and Girl Scouts of Colorado is working to best support these children, their families and the volunteers who serve them. In this case, an associate delivering our program was not aware of our approach. She contacted her supervisor, who immediately began working with the family to get the child involved and supported in Girl Scouts. We are accelerating our support systems and training so that we’re better able to serve all girls, families and volunteers.”
i’m choking on words—too many to force from my flowerbud throat—too many to swallow back—down—i can’t—speak my arms are pinned to my sides—wrapped with thick coiled titanium—i want to write you walls tall thick protecting walls weave them out of corded muscle out of my heart—out of tall trees too wide to wrap your arms around too old—they’ll grow up rising crooked like flame—tossing away words—incandescent multitudinous baleful—and the ground is littered with stray letters—too many roiling waves of vowels strung together into—forevermonster and curiousmultifacetedraindrop—chimera words in ancient alchemistical alphabets—sigils—it’s only in words like this that i keep you.—
October is a bitch. She shakes her Empty, emaciated fist At a pale, gray sky Dotted with freezing rain: She fizzles with cheap thrills. There’s plastic Caught in her smile, Pollution-red lips And a smoky eye. She ripped my tears from me With frigid, Kevlar hands, With wind sharp as glass.
Dudes, I don't know what made this a Billy Joel kind of day, but I blame the fact that it's been raining in Cleveland for fucking ever, and I'm desperately trying to use the word maudlin because it's a beautiful fucking word, and today is a weird fucking day.
This is what happens when you leave me alone too long. You’ve been warned.