patience ❎ @patience@witches.town

i said, "mentor me. i'm serious"

so far (no surprise), dead silence

and on birbsite: i directly replied to some rando white cis dude actually practising & licensed in the same field i'm trained for but can't cos to do so one must be chosen by a licensed mentor to invite you as apprentice for 2yrs before you too get to be licensed — w/ no laws, regs, or self-checking w/in the field to assure mentors don't solely/principally pick folks whose intx’l placement echoes their own

also true: there are zero known trans women *practising* in my profession in north america & zero in canada

there is, however, at least one trans woman in canada w/ a masters in planning from the oldest school accredited by the profession

🤔

well… talk about overwhelming people on aviansite. i sort of overdid it there

i need a good editor

tfw i walk outside to check on something at 4:45a and lo, it's that time of year when pre-5a it's light outside. in about four weeks, first light here will be at 3:45a and, well, i pretty much don't sleep at night, like, ever throughout astronomical summertime (which here began on may 2nd and ends on august 2nd)

the song would also pass a pop music equivalent of a bechdel test, insomuch as a woman singing lead on her own song, on a major label in 1989, was not singing about relationships with or courting some dude

“Welcome to the Real World (video version one)”

(video version two was produced because MTV thought the first version was too… political. video version two sucks)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vo8s5fuSwo8

this whole having to move out thing sucks & i don't have a path to what's next, but i reckon if there's a thing i'll be happy to leave it'll be my cis het flatmate of 6+yrs who in the last 2yrs took to wearing perfume… a little at first, then she got in a habit of bathing herself in it. not just any perfume, but a series of cheap scents that are unknown to me & scream a lot of things, none of it positive. my nose & eyes always rebel

it's worth noting how when i interviewed her way back when, i said i didn't mind usual hygiene things having some fragrances, but i wanted to maintain a low-fragrance flat. she agreed

it's a reason of many i want new flatmates

(she actually had two big hits from that début — the other called “Welcome to the Real World” — and super-minor hits from her 1993 follow-up, which to be honest isn't that great)

and hey now i'll end on that note. thanks for reading this long-forgotten pop culture history :)

most of you looking at this thread and scratching your head would best know who she is/was by that one-hit wonder from 1989–90 called “Don’t Wanna Fall in Love”

final fun fact:

jane child is from toronto, so to me she is a hometown girl (and which leaves me unable to shake my feelings covered in that first jinx, given The Clarke's five-decade presence here), but if you were to ask her, a transplanted los angelina, about toronto, she is known to rapidly change the subject to something else :/

also fun fact:

i have a promotional-only poster in mint condition from this album which isn't the same picture as either album sleeve cover (a different photo was used for the vinyl), and i have meant for years to frame it, but maybe now i won't for legitimate reasons, idk

it's… complicated

fun fact:

this début, her first album, was entirely recorded, performed, produced, and engineered by herself on Warners — something which almost never happens on débuts except with the most talented. previous to her, Warner Brothers let Prince do that and pretty much no one else

this song has been going through my mind all evening, and either you'll be fine with it or you'll hate it

it's very of its time (and i'll be honest with you all: there've always been some epic trans vibes on this entire album, and well, i still have some… questions)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtxG-YHWSS8

[p.s., yeah she wore cornrows in 1989. and i'm sorry-not sorry, but she was a possibility model for 16yo severely cracked-egg me]

hi masto how are you this moment

i recognize their contempt as being with themselves, internalized, and with being spoon-fed abusive crap from a shitty mum whilst growing up, surviving that by the skin of their teeth. but it doesn't make it any easier to hear them low-key lash out at others

well… i just sorted through the aviansite tweets of a local follow, a trans woman, who, whilst definitely in the throes of their own ptsd, spent part of their morning openly shettalking about local trans folk by name (not even their handle or nom de plume). i know where they're at in some ways. it's not unlike where my headspace was in ’04. mindful of this, i held back from saying anything to them cos i know there's literally nothing i can say to improve or ameliorate the situation w/o infuriating them & getting their block (and thus the last way i'd ever be able to communicate w/ them). i'm disinterested in torching bridges, however fragile they may be

what's ual

idk, could be the old united airlines or the un-achievable life

before the trans ex-ual, it was the trans ual