I’m writing this week’s post at the laundromat. For those of you who aren’t my Facebook friend, I got called a faggot on Monday at the laundromat. I didn’t see the guy who did it. I just heard him say it as I walked by on my way out. It stung for sure. A couple of my friends said that on the bright side, at least I was recognized as a man. But I’m not so sure that faggot is reserved just for gay men, at least today.
My sister came to visit on Friday. We went to the UGA football game and to lunch on Saturday. I gave her a vegan cookbook for her birthday, and she seemed to really like it.
Today is Transgender Day of Remembrance. Every November 20th the trans community comes together to honor the lives taken from us due to trans violence. There was an event in Atlanta today, but I had too much work here to go to it. OUTlaw is having a small event for it tomorrow at the law school. I hope people can make it.
Well finals season is upon us. I won’t be able to go home for Thanksgiving, and my mom and sister won’t be coming down this year. I have too much to do for finals. The life of a law student…
All the best,