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  1. I did this in high school, 1981-ish, as part of a weekly quotation-art project. I wrote the words out with a thick highlighter, then outlined them with a thin black Rapidograph pen.

    (Since then, I independently reached more or less the same conclusion, having forgotten about the quote: curiosity and creativity are the only two things worth existing for.)

    #JennyHypertwin really liked it, and asked if she could keep it.

    I found it just this afternoon, in the folder where she saved alll 200+ of the notes I wrote to her.

  2. CW: re: CW: eulogy, suicide at 39c3

    @lianna (Oh crap, yours is a Jenny too. (see #JennyHypertwin))

    I feel this so hard... and I think the main reason I'm even still around is to fight the kind of bullshit that kills those who represent our souls.

    (We keep losing them, though, which makes me wonder what I'm doing wrong. :blobcatcry:)

    @Crimekillz@⚧.fm 🕯️🥀

  3. RE: mastodon.com.br/@xkcd/11560680

    (Aha! Apparently @[email protected], unlike @[email protected], does not block quoosts. Switching my follows...)

    I feel like talking about #Tigger and #JennyHypertwin but I also am not sure what to say; rambling now ensues, therefore....

    [CW: very old death & sui refs follow 💀 🧪]

    Tigger got cancer but didn't make it; Jenny either left on her own initiative or was killed by a deadly bullshit infection (evidence strongly suggestive but inconclusive).

    "Do I sound like a 17-year-old? (I've only had two days to practice.)" -- J, who never got to be 18

    🎵
    You might feel so bad that you wanna die
    But if you died you would never know
    That it didn't kill you
    Soon you would've felt better.
    [...]
    You're not ever going to feel any better
    Once you're dead, you don't get any deader.
    [...]
    Now you're never gonna get any older
    And I really do miss you, but how would you know?
    🎵 -- Fastball, "Love Doesn't Kill You"

    ...and I would have done anything to have more time with either of them.

    I sometimes think that maybe by honoring J's stated boundaries so thoroughly and literally, I gave her the impression that I didn't care anymore -- and that maybe she wasn't worth caring about, and maybe that's why she decided to do what she did. ...but there's no way to know, now. Maybe I just want to either blame myself and/or feel like I was still important to her.

    We've had 22 (T) and 42 (J) years of not being together ever, not talking or smiling or looking at the sky or taking walks or just sitting in the same space, and it really sucks and the emptiness never goes away.

    ...and it occurred to me today to wonder if maybe I'm having a hard time taking the idea of new relationships seriously because they'd first need to achieve something on the order of the longevity of those existing relationships. I really first got to know both J and T around 1980-81; my relationship with both of them is (therefore) 4 decades old. A mere 15 years still seems like "recently", and I've only been nominally the right gender for 8 of those.

    (...and at this point I run into things that I no longer feel free to talk about because it could too easily hurt someone I care about if I say it wrong, so I should probably just stop.)

  4. #JennyHypertwin would have been 60 today. :blobcatbirthday:

    Pictured: Jenny and @Harena posing as fashion models, 1978.

  5. CW: sad memory-thots on watching TV show

    I'm suddenly realizing how much Wednesday Addams there was in #JennyHypertwin:

    • unusual footwear
    • general deficit in facial affect
    • long straight dark hair, often in braids
    • somewhat rigid body-language
    • dark clothing (usually jeans & lumberjack shirt)
    • ever-so-slightly off-"white" skin-tone (Bavarian/Bohemian, not Hispanic -- but whatever)

    ...except for one thing: Jenny was attracted to cheerful-but-authentic people. She probably would have loved Enid.

    I wish I could have been her Enid... but I was never much good at being cheerful, especially back then.

  6. @Harena & me at the funeral

    The guy just visible to H's right (and several rows back) is her oldest nephew, whom'st I remember #JennyHypertwin being arm-twisted into watching over when he was 2 or so. I was visiting her house one time when she was doing that. Another time, she apparently painted this while he was in her lap.

  7. CW: I was going to post about my interesting morning (CW: past sui, present death), but then it got more interesting...

    In order of my becoming aware of them:

    1. Today is the 42nd anniversary of #JennyHypertwin's disappearance (and presumed suicide).
    2. @Harena's mom (age 94) died last night, about a month after having a stroke. They weren't close, so this isn't a big sadfeels thing, but there are definitely some complicated feels and also of course things will be... different, and in flux for a bit.
    3. TootCat's SSL cert was apparently failing to renew, so the whole site was down this morning because HSTS won't let browsers bypass an expired cert -- but it got better.

    ...and how is your morning going Mrs. Lincoln? :spiral_eyes:

  8. CW: sad dream

    #JennyHypertwin appeared -- there was no context for it; we were just face to face in a semi-public building (a business?) and other people were talking. At first I wasn't sure it was her, but on second look it clearly was and I wondered why I was thinking it might not have been. ("Why am I being so paranoid?")

    She was making expressive faces at me, so I made a face back in an attempt to react and get into her headspace -- but her reaction made me think I'd done it wrong, so I asked "okay, what does that expression mean?".

    She kind huffed in a disappointed way and complained about my tendency to always want to pin things down with explanations, and I said "no no, I'm trying to communicate with you nonverbally but I feel like I'm reading you wrong" or words to that effect.

    Her body-language in reaction to that kind of relaxed in a surprised way, like "Oh! That's different, I approve" and she started to try to explain but then I woke up with a headache, with the word "why" running through my head.

  9. @Antimony #JennyHypertwin once told something like "you always did look like someone just scribbled you". :D

  10. Today is the 40th anniversary of a discovery which caused the following day to become the worst day of my life.

    I guess I'll write about it tomorrow.

    #JennyHypertwin

  11. #WeeklyTrack #3 - 2024-01-21

    The Track

    I'm trying not to automatically hold myself to some standard where each post has to better than the previous one.

    Here, therefore, is a recording on very cheap cassette tape ("Astrosonic" -- they were, I believe, $1 for a packet of 3 at Kroger, no cases) of me noodling around for a few minutes on my first Fender Rhodes 73 (with the slightly more sluggish action than the one I got later) and Moog Opus 3.

    The cassette was dated 1983, so I would have been 17 or 18. I don't remember if #JennyHypertwin had disappeared yet.... but my memory of the session is that the keyboards were under the loft-bed I built after she went missing (I don't think there would have been room, otherwise), which means it must have been after my birthday and I would have been 18.

    Administrivia

    After having done two of these, I'm noticing two things:

    [1] The hard part is not finding things to post; the hard part is finding something that feels like I won't spend the rest of the week thinking I should have posted something else.

    [2] I actually have quite a lot of stuff, and could probably go on for quite awhile even posting more than once a week. ...but a more frequent schedule runs the risk of missing a deadline (I've come increasingly close to this for the past two weeks).

    So my thought is this: one week is the maximum interval. If I feel like I want to post something before then, I'll do it -- and then the week resets from that point. That way I can make best use of posting-energy when it strikes. 🌩️

  12. CW: dream, sad, Jenny, mh-~

    Last night I dreamed that I told a somehow-still-alive (but-not-any-older) #JennyHypertwin that she was a very important part of my life. The odd thing was that in the dream, it seemed like she was feeling insecure about whether she mattered to me -- the reverse of how things usually were.

    ...except for that one time when she asked me, in one of her notes, if I'd been ignoring (?) her (can't remember exactly how she phrased it; I have the note, but don't want to go looking right now). I had no idea then, nor have I any idea now, what I did to give her that impression...

    ...but anyway, usually it was me being the super-clingy one, and that's why things went badly.

    ...and I've been thinking lately about how I react to cuteness (Jenny had a very specific and particularly intense version of it), and realizing that I'm pretty much constantly having to override and suppress those feelings. Even now. What does this mean. >.<

  13. Happy #JennyHypertwin's birthday, aka Hug-a-Tree Day! (Deciduous trees especially deserve one last hug before they hibernate for the winter.)

    cc: @Harena

  14. We've been watching "Only Murders in the Building" and it has me wanting to do a podcast about #JennyHypertwin .

    ...except I'd want video too, and still images.

    ...in all my spare time, of course. Because of course I totally need another project to lead me down a rabbit-hole of other things that I need in order to do it right.

    Obsessed? Yes, of course I'm obsessed. How long have you known me, again? :googlyeye:​:googlyeye2:​

    (cc: @Harena)

  15. CW: dysphoria discussion

    (I was aiming it at you, @alienskyler, but I also didn't want to exclude @skye.)

    And, wow, this is far from the first time I've run into misogynistic religious programming -- @Harena, for example, is a recovering Catholic and even now, nearly 5 decades later, bits of that stuff still come to light -- but it never fails to make my blood boil. It's so... beauty-destroying. :scowl:​ :kestraglow:​

    Here's some irony (is that the right word here?) for you: after I had SRS, when I finally had [a reasonable approximation of] the female parts I always wanted, was when I stopped feeling body-shame. I just wish I looked more fundamentally female, instead of maybe being seen that way on a good day. (Too many decades of the wrong hormones.)

    Elsewhere in the tree of this discussion, I've talked about #JennyHypertwin (my high-school rescuer and Harena's little sister -- a recovering Catholic who didn't survive the recovery), and a little bit of history there seems relevant here:

    I'd always had an aversion to male parts for as long as I can remember (one memory goes back to age 3), but it was made so much worse by the assumptions J's mom made about me because I was male-bodied. It was assumed that my primary interest in her was sex, or (at best) that I would eventually succumb to The Urge. (IRL: I was not interested in sex.) We were not allowed to be alone in a house together; we were not allowed to be in her bedroom together (even with her mom in the house). I was not allowed on sleep-overs.

    We ended up meeting after school several times in an abandoned semi-wooded lot several blocks from her house so we could talk without there being "implications" -- and talk is what we did. She was always incredibly anxious about me even touching her. (I did want to touch her, but not for sex; just affection. We were actually both rather touch-starved... but that's another story.)

    What I understood was that her mom was terrified she would get pregnant -- which was only even a practical possibility because of the male parts that I had and didn't want. I already felt kind of gross having those parts, but this just kind of pounded that feeling indelibly into my soul.

    So, yeah, certain brands of religion are great at making people feel terrible about their sexuality, even if they're actually asexual, regardless of parts or brain-gender.

    [ranty part over, I guess?]

    Odd about short skirts being okay but not long ones -- I'd have thought the "immodesty" of the shorter ones would be a cue for "vanity" or whatever thing it is you're supposed to think is Bad And Wrong...

    What kind of infantilization do you mean? I suspect I may have some mini-rants about that too.

    P.S. My late friend Tigger (to whom J introduced me) had a grey cat named Gandalf when she was growing up.

  16. CW: re: possibly dysphoria-inducing observation from my brain

    @skye Flip the gender around and yeah, to a large extent that's my experience too.

    Smol diff: I remember early in high school, age 14 or 15, deciding that while I might have to (according to what I'd been taught) be a "boy", I was emphatically not a "man" (their motivations and aesthetics were so clearly different from mine, at least based on the evidence available to me at the time) -- so I never made any real effort to conform to the social expectations around that role... with the exception of getting married, which was basically me giving in to the idea that maybe I'd be happier if I stopped "fighting" against social conventions just because I was repelled by them. "Try it, you'll like it." (Pro-tip: I didn't like it.)

    I look at pictures from that era especially and... yeah, I was an actor playing a role (in more ways than one: gender-performance but also autistic masking). I wish it hadn't been 24/7. ...but nobody can say I didn't really give it a fair shake.

    "My lost life" is a phrase I've used to describe my first 5+ decades, yep. After I got done with SRS, there was this weird feeling of somehow expecting to be back in ~1983, so I could do it right this time.

    There are additional complications around #JennyHypertwin, who also had that kind of masculine, out-of-place demeanor; I can't help but wonder... and yet she seemed quite happy in dresses as a little girl (I mean, I think I can tell which of her smiles are real and which are for show; in the family photos towards the end, it's clearly for show. ...but who knows for real what she was feeling when younger).

    Hope I haven't rambled your ears off. >.>

  17. The mural used to be on the driveway-side of the pavilion at Carolina Friends School, #DurhamNC

    For those coming in cold to this thread, I'm talking about #JennyHypertwin (CW: death) and the subject of art came up -- continue reading other pieces of the thread at your own risk...

  18. CW: major family deathiversary

    So.

    Tomorrow (May 20) is the 40th anniversary of #JennyHypertwin going missing.

    I've been thinking about this a lot and I wanted to say some things, but I'm not sure specifically what I want to say. There's certainly a lot to talk about.

    I think I'll try doing separate posts for each bit, as they come to me.

  19. ...and here's a tree from yesterday's expotition to the kids' grandparents.

    I felt like I was properly channeling #JennyHypertwin when $grandma said "I don't know what she sees in that -- it's half-dead!" to @Harena -- because noticing something cool about something that other people are all "huh?" about seems like a very Jenny thing.

    #treestodon
    #oldTransShootsAtClouds

  20. The #ThrowbackThursday hashtag reminded me to check my notes to see what items of interest might have happened today in the past, and holy cats, this is what I get for not keeping up...

    #OnThisDay 42 years ago, #JennyHypertwin wrote me this note which was, in part, about The Hug. If I'd realized that earlier today, I would have written some commentary to go with the note, but there it is... (n.b. I feel considerably better now about the events mentioned in the Hug-story than when I wrote about them a little over 5 years ago.)

    cc: @Harena

  21. @be @Impossible_PhD

    I met my rescuer in high school -- the first person to convince me I had worth as a human being that wasn't tied to "achievement" as the grups presented it. Her name was Jenny. (See #JennyHypertwin) She herself was ultimately crushed by a similar set of expectations -- that her only option for success in life was to marry a doctor, have his kids, and "mooch off his income". She was an artist, a writer, and a thinker, and did not want to do any of those things.

    (She was also @Harena 's li'l sister and we both miss her terribly.)

  22. Happy 22nd Hypertwinniversary to @Harena!! 💚 :ferret:​

    #OnThisDay in 2001, she first emailed me after eldest offspring Mel found my #JennyHypertwin memorial web page.

  23. CW: genderthots (longish)

    I think I've figured out how to articulate something that I've been trying to articulate.

    Gender was presented to young!me as an intensely restrictive thing.

    I'm sure it was nowhere near as restrictive as it would have been 2 decades earlier (1950s), and I've heard far worse happens even today (and of course TERFs and fundies want to bring all the worst of it roaring back) -- but within the context of much of what I see on the fediverse, it's a much more relaxed thing now.

    Consider: purely because of gender-related implications, I wasn't allowed to:

    • be alone with my high-school best friend[1] in her house or in mine
    • be in my HSBF's bedroom, at all
    • sleep in the same tent with one of my closer friends on a school outing
    • go to slumber parties with my closest friends

    Those are just the items that come readily to mind.

    (Those are just the social dysphoria items; there are also the body dysphoria items, which can perhaps be summarized as "not only can't you have these body parts that feel like they are right for you, you're not even allowed to touch them ever or be in spaces where people who have them undress and you have to undress in spaces with people who have the same $%& wrong body parts as you, and who inexplicably seem to revel in that and the world is just incomprehensible".)

    Part of the thing that kept poking at me was my own odd internal reactions to the idea of nonbinary gender.[2]

    ...and I think I can characterize those feelings now, in terms of the above:

    When someone identifies themself as nonbinary but doesn't do a lot of medical intervention to remove assigned-gender characteristics and enhance opposite-gender characteristics, on some automatic level I'm thinking:

    "How can you feel safe that people won't just... see your neutrality, and peg you as "really just" your assigned gender, unless you do enough to physically repudiate that?" [3]

    And, yeah, I know that happens anyway.

    I think I may have at least partly answered my own question here (I had to rephrase it several times, as I saw the logical contradictions): this is about my specific experiences of trauma around gender -- and other people have had very different experiences that call for different solutions.

    TLDR: The reason I have these thoughts has to do with my own particular experiences of gender trauma. The reason why other people can feel comfortable with things that would make me feel "gender ID unsafe"(?) is because their experiences have been different.

    (Apparently "gender trauma" is actually a term, but I just came up with it now independently to describe my feelings; I don't think I had seen it before.)

    Footnotes

    Mostly for clarification:

    1. I'm actually talking about #JennyHypertwin here -- and she was a lot more to me than just "my best friend", but nonetheless she was also that, and we weren't "romantic" with each other in any recognizably heteronormative way.

    2. I love my nonbinary friends and on most levels I think I get it; gender is weird and arbitrary and changeable and doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. This isn't about rational judgement; this is about emotional stuff I'm trying to untangle. This is about gender oppression I experienced, and that some of my friends experienced. I can't be genderblind, at least in part because the implications of gender were stamped deeply into me at a young age.

    3. I do not support medicalism. I'm not making an argument here about what anyone should do. I'm trying to understand my emotional reactions.

    #WoozleGender

  24. After a long hiatus since the last one, I've scanned and commented on another one of #JennyHypertwin's notes to me:

    Note #13 was 42 years ago this month.

    I think she'd appreciate me commemorating her writing {the answer to life, the universe and everything} years later. (I mean, at least it didn't take seven and a half million years.)

  25. CW: long-term emo stuff

    I haven't written about #Jenny in awhile...

    [aside: I think I need to go back and change the hashtags in earlier posts to #JennyHypertwin, because there are now a lot of other uses of "#jenny" here]

    ...for reasons I want to get into eventually, but for now I just want to note something I realized a couple of nights ago:

    I always felt this intense feeling of devotion to her -- and I'm only now realizing that I don't really understand why.

    (Not that I'm feeling differently now; it's just something I've had to avoid thinking about too much because, well, the recipient of those feelings -- the person I cared about more than anything else in the universe -- is fckin' dead, game over, we lost, and that's kind of hard to really reconcile with continuing to exist -- so that was an area of thought best left thinked about as little as possible. ...but I feel like maybe it's time to engage a little more.)

    ...and I guess I'd better explain the attached image.

    Yeah, that monogrammed lettering in the upper left-hand corner is my deadname. Deadname, meet fediverse; fediverse, meet deadname. You two play nicely and let us never speak of this again (which is to say that of course I have some substantial negative feels about that being a thing that exists, and I probably will speak of it again.)

    The monogramming is because the family of one of my dad's graduate students owned a printing company (in Texas, I think?) and apparently he was really nice to her after she was almost paralyzed in a car wreck (she recovered fully) and the family was really grateful for that and sent each of us (him and his wife & kids), as xmas presents, multiple notepads with our names monogrammed on them.

    I kept mine out on a bedside table for making notes -- and J must have written that when I was out of the room or not paying attention. (I found a small handful of those notes from her scattered throughout one pad or another, substantially later and possibly after she died.)

    ...anyway... that's a bit of a dangling thought which needs more processing, but I felt like I wanted to share it and start dusting that stuff back off again.

    cc: @Harena

  26. Extended Profile

    Synopsis:

    • a herd of cats, most of whom are asleep at any given time
    • social media girlboss
    • actually 3 LLMs in the emperor's new trenchcoat
    • time-traveler from the past... oh FFS, what have you kids been up to??
    • Unfrozen Cavegirl Coder: your modern client-side paradigms frighten and confuse me...

    Truisms:

    • Time not only flies, it goes first class and charges the tickets to my account.
    • I have so far succeeded in my life goal of never graduating from anywhere.
    • That which didn't kill me just really messed me up for a long time and I was lucky to ever get myself back together again. (It also made me stranger.)

    Personal sites:

    I also run issuepedia.org and htyp.org but nobody knows why.

    Details

    My legal name is:
    Woozalia Nicola Jadzia Rayner Staddon
    (...but you can call me Woozle, which is short for Woozalia and is also what my parents called me from the time I was about a week old.)

    I met @Harena online in February 2001, and we've been hypertwins ever since.

    We both live in #DurhamNC, where we grew up 3 blocks apart (but, again, we first met online) in the 1970s (give or take).

    I was born in Toronto, grew up in Durham (1967-'85), spent a summer in Ann Arbor MI (1985), lived in #ProvidenceRI working at #BrownU Psychology Dept. (1985-1989), moved back to Durham and worked at #DukeU (Humanities Computing Facility, 1990-'91) writing neural network software, lived in #AthensGA (1991-2001), then finally again moved back to Durham.

    Things I sometimes do:

    • post original music
    • write about #JennyHypertwin
    • escalate the War on Bullshit
    • write lots of unfinished software
    • administer TootCat
    • complain about tech (mainly software)
    • feel inadequate
    • take photos of clouds

    (If the above doesn't show as a bulleted list for you -- please complain to your instance admin. ^.^)

    I was on #GPlus when the walls fell.

    I was on Facebook in the early 200?s, several years before everyone else discovered it (a Dutch friend from IRC dragged me there).

    Defenestrated* since 2005; prefer Ubuntu MATE.

    I started an online store at about the same time Jeff Bezos did. He had family willing to invest in it, though.

    I never understood the appeal of marriage, but I tried it for ten years anyway. Not my cuppa cola.

    (I don't drink coffee; I don't like it. Cola is my one vice.)

    My ideas are my children. (Wait, I guess I'd better explain that... I helped Harena raise her 3 youngers, and I have a biological daughter from the aforementioned marriage who is awesome and doing well for herself in Atlanta -- but I very much never wanted kids, and neither did H. It was always other people who did.)

    (* exited from Windows)

  27. CW: past sui

    40 years ago today, #JennyHypertwin entered her last year of life.

  28. CW: pol linkdump: 7/1-7/6, 2022 (pretty much all bad)

    Lotsa links, very little analysis...

    7/1 Fri

    USSC EPA decision (WV v. EPA):

    Related: Roberts joins dissent blasting extremist Supreme Court conservatives for abusing the shadow docket

    Durham, NC

    Pioneers Church

    7/2 Sat

    Long ago, there was a noble word, liberal, which derives from the word free. Now a strange thing happened to that word. A man named Hitler made it a term of abuse, a matter of suspicion, because those who were not with him were against him, and liberals had no use for Hitler. And then another man named McCarthy cast the same opprobrium on the word … We must cherish and honor the word free or it will cease to apply to us. – Eleanor Roosevelt.

    7/3 Sun

    10-y.o. denied abortion by Ohio 😡

    7/4 Mon

    7/5 Tue

    7/6 Wed

  29. Happy #JennyHypertwin's birthday! 🎂 🍂
    She would have been 56 today, but didn't make it to 18. 🕯️

    I keep coming back to something she said in one of the last handful of letters she sent me:

    P.S. Do I sound like a 17 year-old? (I've only had two days to practice.)

    @Harena