I may not be a girl anymore, but I'm a geek and a knitter.
Friday, June 30, 2017
30 Days of Pride: Day 30, the end
Anything LGBT you’d like to end this on :]
I hope you've enjoyed this month. I have.
Thank you for bearing with me.
I am Nicholas Rowan Sparrow. (sometimes Nicholas Wyatt Rowan, depends)
I'm nearly 50, married to a long-suffering man, living with six cats and am a little confused about what gay and straight me in my life.
My two daughters are bisexual.
My younger son thinks bisexuality is the human default setting (he has Jack Harkness damage)
My husband is the PFLAG president.
Please continue enjoying the content here as we make the long strange trip. It will be queer and pagan, and geeky. Lots of geeky. This is the only long-form blog I'm keeping now.
Where else you can find me:
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/NickRowan
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/nick.rowan.9678
Twitter: https://twitter.com/NickRowan16
I usually schedule the posts for this
The Mailing List: http://facebook.us15.list-manage1.com/subscribe?u=cdcc1da875b3ac22f480d293e&id=4bff76b146
Mail Chimp
Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/nicholasrowan
A mixed bag of politics, crafting and geekery
My Website: https://nicholasrowansp.wixsite.com/website
Needs work
I hope you've enjoyed this month. I have.
Thank you for bearing with me.
I am Nicholas Rowan Sparrow. (sometimes Nicholas Wyatt Rowan, depends)
I'm nearly 50, married to a long-suffering man, living with six cats and am a little confused about what gay and straight me in my life.
My two daughters are bisexual.
My younger son thinks bisexuality is the human default setting (he has Jack Harkness damage)
My husband is the PFLAG president.
Please continue enjoying the content here as we make the long strange trip. It will be queer and pagan, and geeky. Lots of geeky. This is the only long-form blog I'm keeping now.
Where else you can find me:
Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/NickRowan
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/nick.rowan.9678
Twitter: https://twitter.com/NickRowan16
I usually schedule the posts for this
The Mailing List: http://facebook.us15.list-manage1.com/subscribe?u=cdcc1da875b3ac22f480d293e&id=4bff76b146
Mail Chimp
Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/nicholasrowan
A mixed bag of politics, crafting and geekery
My Website: https://nicholasrowansp.wixsite.com/website
Needs work
Thursday, June 29, 2017
30 Days of Pride: Day 29, Shout!
SHOUT SOMETHING! IT CAN BE HAPPY AND ABOUT PRIDE OR ABOUT WHY YOU HATE HOMOPHOBIA!
Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without,
come on.
I'm talking to you,
come on...
I'M HERE!
I'M QUEER!
GO WITH IT OR WALK AWAY!
Shout, shout, let it all out
These are the things I can do without,
come on.
I'm talking to you,
come on...
I'M HERE!
I'M QUEER!
GO WITH IT OR WALK AWAY!
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
30 Days of Pride: An open letter
Day 28 - Write a letter to someone. It can be a coming out letter or a letter regarding how you hate their homophobia or whatnot. You don’t have to send it.
Dear Mom,
You know all this now, so I guess this is mostly to get it off my chest. You hated lesbians all my life. That's why I never told you I was. I think you might have guessed, between Debbie and Lisi and others. But Mudd gave you plausible deniability, so we never talked.
The closest we came was when Olivia was out as bisexual on her FB. You said she was too young to know. I asked when you knew you wanted to kiss boys. You said 9-10. I said she wanted to kiss girls and boys in the same way, and that 12 was not too young to know this.
I guess the news that I'm a guy might surprise you. Or maybe not. I tried to be a girl. i tried to be ladylike. I never could. It was always an act.
But you know all this. Because the dead know and see all. I saw Michael come for you, that night in the hospital and I sent you from love into love. And I hope you still love me, even though I will never be the dainty, feminine, pretty Angelia Marie you wanted.
Dear Mom,
You know all this now, so I guess this is mostly to get it off my chest. You hated lesbians all my life. That's why I never told you I was. I think you might have guessed, between Debbie and Lisi and others. But Mudd gave you plausible deniability, so we never talked.
The closest we came was when Olivia was out as bisexual on her FB. You said she was too young to know. I asked when you knew you wanted to kiss boys. You said 9-10. I said she wanted to kiss girls and boys in the same way, and that 12 was not too young to know this.
I guess the news that I'm a guy might surprise you. Or maybe not. I tried to be a girl. i tried to be ladylike. I never could. It was always an act.
But you know all this. Because the dead know and see all. I saw Michael come for you, that night in the hospital and I sent you from love into love. And I hope you still love me, even though I will never be the dainty, feminine, pretty Angelia Marie you wanted.
30 Days of Pride: Day 27. On the Web
Day 27 - Your favorite LGBT blog/tumblr/site
I'm not sure I have one. I read Joe My God spottily, ditto Holy Bullies and Headless Monsters.
My tumblr is mostly fannish and crafty, with the exception of drewbear who fills it with naked bears.
Queer Sci-Fi on Facebook is the place I am most active.
I'm not sure I have one. I read Joe My God spottily, ditto Holy Bullies and Headless Monsters.
My tumblr is mostly fannish and crafty, with the exception of drewbear who fills it with naked bears.
Queer Sci-Fi on Facebook is the place I am most active.
Thoughts on Accomplishment.
I was looking for something else and ran across this.
It's still true 9 years later.
Rep Hayes of NC announced in 2008 that “liberals hate real Americans that work and achieve and believe in God.”
So what does that make me?
Let the Rep come on a ride-along with me for work. I do a 10 hour day, driving and unloading a semi. Then he can tell me how hard-working I’m not. (These days, my work day starts at 4 AM, includes an hour long commute, 3 hours of driving and child supervsion in the morning and evening, and possibly a field trip. Then another hour home, to arrive at 6-6:30pm)
Let him write 7 novels and two dozen short stories. Let him make 4 afghans a year. Then he can tell me I’m not achieving. (that's 17 novels and 85 shorts now)
Let him come to church with me. The next ritual is Samhain. And he can tell me I don’t believe in God. (I believe in more gods than he does!)
But because I'm liberal (the only logical position for a queer, pagan woman. check the party platforms) I'm not a Real American.
Never mind that Kansas City birth certificate.
Never mind the fact I've worked since I was 15.
Never mind the fact I've always believed in God in some way, even when we were quarrelling.
Because I believe in clean air and water, better infrastructure, health care as a right in a civilized society, freedom of religion (not just for Christians) and same-sex marriage, I'm not a Real American.
Representative, get a new job.
And this follow up, also from 2008:
Okay, take this for what it's worth, since I'm a liberal who "hates real Americans who work hard and achieve."
I've been thinking a lot about achievement and accomplishment and taking credit. (Mudd's been reading Ayn Rand)
I realize that none of my accomplishments are at all mine.
Consider, Naomi and I have a book coming out in a few months, Glad Hands.
Some would say that's a huge achievement and aren't we lucky to live in a country where you can pull yourself up from nothing liked that!
Thing is, I didn't pull myself up. I had a LOT of help.
Yes, Naomi and I plunked our butts in the chairs and wrote the darn thing.
But, the following people get credit too.
Without any one of them, I wouldn't have been able to write it.
1) Mrs. Beatty for teaching me to write.
2) My mother and grandmother for teaching me to type.
3-4) Mr. Brannan and Prof. Doty for teaching to write better.
5) Laurie for inspiring me to write stories.
6) Mudd, for making sure I always have a working computer and word processor
7) The people at Roadmaster for teaching me to drive a truck.
8) The people at Falcon for taking a chance on me and hiring me.
9-10) Dan and Dave for living with me for five weeks and teaching me all the stuff the school didn't.
11) Rob Knight for taking a chance on me with the Monsters anthology. I'd be writing fanfic w/o that.
12) Torquere Press, for keeping on publishing and editing me.
13) The person from MidSouthCon who saw that I had a pro-piece and put me in for the Darrell
14) The Darrell Jury which got me to the finals with "Prey" and thus allowed me to go to MidSouth as a guest. Without that, I'd never have met the next person.
15) Elizabeth Donald who told me about Ellora's Cave and encouraged me to submit.
16) Brianna, my editor, who took a big chance with me.
17) apocalypsos for starting Fandom High
18) Naomi Brooks, whom I met in that game, and without whom the story would have never been written
19) The NaNoWriMo crew, because it was a Nano novel.
20+) A dozen or so drivers I asked about what they saw as the future of trucks and trucking.
That's well over 20 people DIRECTLY involved.
That's not counting the people who built the trucks I drive, the people who built the roads I use, the people who buy the cars and repair the cars whose parts I haul, the people who created the Internet, and AIM (where most of the novel was plotted), and Word Perfect, the people who built my computer (and desk and chair). Nor influences that led me to write what I did, including the Known World Handbook, The Handmaid's Tale, Friday, the mockumentary CSA, Ronnie Milsap's "Prisoner of the Highway," the Rigrocker and Hammerdown Radio, and Convoy (the movie).
Had any one of those people not been in that place at that time, I wouldn't be looking at a novel with my name on it. So much for the idea of "individual achievement." From the list, it looks like most of the country helped me write this thing!
It's still true 9 years later.
Rep Hayes of NC announced in 2008 that “liberals hate real Americans that work and achieve and believe in God.”
So what does that make me?
Let the Rep come on a ride-along with me for work. I do a 10 hour day, driving and unloading a semi. Then he can tell me how hard-working I’m not. (These days, my work day starts at 4 AM, includes an hour long commute, 3 hours of driving and child supervsion in the morning and evening, and possibly a field trip. Then another hour home, to arrive at 6-6:30pm)
Let him write 7 novels and two dozen short stories. Let him make 4 afghans a year. Then he can tell me I’m not achieving. (that's 17 novels and 85 shorts now)
Let him come to church with me. The next ritual is Samhain. And he can tell me I don’t believe in God. (I believe in more gods than he does!)
But because I'm liberal (the only logical position for a queer, pagan woman. check the party platforms) I'm not a Real American.
Never mind that Kansas City birth certificate.
Never mind the fact I've worked since I was 15.
Never mind the fact I've always believed in God in some way, even when we were quarrelling.
Because I believe in clean air and water, better infrastructure, health care as a right in a civilized society, freedom of religion (not just for Christians) and same-sex marriage, I'm not a Real American.
Representative, get a new job.
And this follow up, also from 2008:
Okay, take this for what it's worth, since I'm a liberal who "hates real Americans who work hard and achieve."
I've been thinking a lot about achievement and accomplishment and taking credit. (Mudd's been reading Ayn Rand)
I realize that none of my accomplishments are at all mine.
Consider, Naomi and I have a book coming out in a few months, Glad Hands.
Some would say that's a huge achievement and aren't we lucky to live in a country where you can pull yourself up from nothing liked that!
Thing is, I didn't pull myself up. I had a LOT of help.
Yes, Naomi and I plunked our butts in the chairs and wrote the darn thing.
But, the following people get credit too.
Without any one of them, I wouldn't have been able to write it.
1) Mrs. Beatty for teaching me to write.
2) My mother and grandmother for teaching me to type.
3-4) Mr. Brannan and Prof. Doty for teaching to write better.
5) Laurie for inspiring me to write stories.
6) Mudd, for making sure I always have a working computer and word processor
7) The people at Roadmaster for teaching me to drive a truck.
8) The people at Falcon for taking a chance on me and hiring me.
9-10) Dan and Dave for living with me for five weeks and teaching me all the stuff the school didn't.
11) Rob Knight for taking a chance on me with the Monsters anthology. I'd be writing fanfic w/o that.
12) Torquere Press, for keeping on publishing and editing me.
13) The person from MidSouthCon who saw that I had a pro-piece and put me in for the Darrell
14) The Darrell Jury which got me to the finals with "Prey" and thus allowed me to go to MidSouth as a guest. Without that, I'd never have met the next person.
15) Elizabeth Donald who told me about Ellora's Cave and encouraged me to submit.
16) Brianna, my editor, who took a big chance with me.
17) apocalypsos for starting Fandom High
18) Naomi Brooks, whom I met in that game, and without whom the story would have never been written
19) The NaNoWriMo crew, because it was a Nano novel.
20+) A dozen or so drivers I asked about what they saw as the future of trucks and trucking.
That's well over 20 people DIRECTLY involved.
That's not counting the people who built the trucks I drive, the people who built the roads I use, the people who buy the cars and repair the cars whose parts I haul, the people who created the Internet, and AIM (where most of the novel was plotted), and Word Perfect, the people who built my computer (and desk and chair). Nor influences that led me to write what I did, including the Known World Handbook, The Handmaid's Tale, Friday, the mockumentary CSA, Ronnie Milsap's "Prisoner of the Highway," the Rigrocker and Hammerdown Radio, and Convoy (the movie).
Had any one of those people not been in that place at that time, I wouldn't be looking at a novel with my name on it. So much for the idea of "individual achievement." From the list, it looks like most of the country helped me write this thing!
Monday, June 26, 2017
30 Days of Pride: Day 26, Gay Jokes
Your favorite gay joke (we all need to laugh at ourselves)
The worst part of having same sex parents: either you get double the number of Dad Jokes or you're stuck in an endless cycle of "Go ask your mother."
Do you know why most politicians are closeted?
Because they can only have a mandate.
The worst part of having same sex parents: either you get double the number of Dad Jokes or you're stuck in an endless cycle of "Go ask your mother."
Do you know why most politicians are closeted?
Because they can only have a mandate.
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