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loan as a cat
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i’m not leavin the house at all today but i did clean up, do laundry, sent out those emails, so now i’m gonna look really cute because
welcome to my blawg
- my name is loan and here’s how you pronounce it
- he/him/his/they/them/theirs
- southerner, viet, poc - dirty south electro swag with a side of twink. wanna hear me talk about my existence?
- writer, storyteller, organizer
- about my body: abled bodied, chronic back pain, arthritis, scoliosis, light skinned, conventionally attractive/fits into white supremacist economy of attraction, thin privilege
- working to unlearn shit!
- wanna be, one day educator (for liberation!)
- here’s where i’m from
- why are you following me? how did you find me?
- i love my mom
- to quote my sister in the struggle, Donna, “mine is not a politics of being liberal; mine is of liberation.”
- there will be no revolution without dancing and chanting and singing (i’m a southerner, after all)
- i’m learning to be a better person each day - fully invested in the notion that we are just walking each other home
- i respect and honor your truths so long as they are not killing me and mine
- this isn’t a blog that has a theme. i talk about myself a lot and it happens to be political
- i don’t seek to be radical or swelling the ranks of a far off revolution - i love the beauty and changing motions of this movement and that is my self care - i seek to live a life of love and compassion
- it’ll happen
- let me know if you are interested in finding me elsewhere such as by email or facebook to talk about stuff - like Charlotte’s drop the i-word campaign that i co-manage or other migrant justice, queer liberation, liberation work i do.
you can search tags such as ‘writing’ ‘about me’ ‘me’ and ‘viet’ to find a mix of some of my writing, lots of pictures of my face, and by accident pictures of kittens and pugs.
i am currently working on two (submission) pieces:
- &: API queer intersections
- queer south anthology
let me know if there are any tags i should be using so that this blog is more accessible to you. i am trying my best to put photo descriptions on most photos. i use ‘gif’ ‘gif warning’ and ‘seizure warning’ for gifs.
i am friendly and approachable (i promise) though i am painfully bad at small talk, my inbox is open under ‘haaaaaay? whatcha want?” or something like that. if you have something to share or would like something signal boosted please submit and if they align with my values (which should be evident once you look through my posts) i will post it.
welcome to feelings, feelings about gender, the yellow musings of a sissy brown boi redefining migration and home and what it means to be a daughter.
[photo set: two images of a cat sitting at a sewing machine running fabric that has a print of a cat on it through the machine.]
oh fuck yes
welcome to my blawg
- my name is loan and here’s how you pronounce it
- he/him/his/they/them/theirs
- southerner, viet, poc - dirty south electro swag with a side of twink. wanna hear me talk about my existence?
- writer, storyteller, organizer
- about my body: abled bodied, chronic back pain, arthritis, scoliosis, light skinned, conventionally attractive/fits into white supremacist economy of attraction, thin privilege
- working to unlearn shit!
- wanna be, one day educator (for liberation!)
- here’s where i’m from
- why are you following me? how did you find me?
- i love my mom
- to quote my sister in the struggle, Donna, “mine is not a politics of being liberal; mine is of liberation.”
- there will be no revolution without dancing and chanting and singing (i’m a southerner, after all)
- i’m learning to be a better person each day - fully invested in the notion that we are just walking each other home
- i respect and honor your truths so long as they are not killing me and mine
- this isn’t a blog that has a theme. i talk about myself a lot and it happens to be political
- i don’t seek to be radical or swelling the ranks of a far off revolution - i love the beauty and changing motions of this movement and that is my self care - i seek to live a life of love and compassion
- it’ll happen
- let me know if you are interested in finding me elsewhere such as by email or facebook to talk about stuff - like Charlotte’s drop the i-word campaign that i co-manage or other migrant justice, queer liberation, liberation work i do.
you can search tags such as ‘writing’ ‘about me’ ‘me’ and ‘viet’ to find a mix of some of my writing, lots of pictures of my face, and by accident pictures of kittens and pugs.
i am currently working on two (submission) pieces:
- &: API queer intersections
- queer south anthology
let me know if there are any tags i should be using so that this blog is more accessible to you. i am trying my best to put photo descriptions on most photos. i use ‘gif’ ‘gif warning’ and ‘seizure warning’ for gifs.
i am friendly and approachable (i promise) though i am painfully bad at small talk, my inbox is open under ‘haaaaaay? whatcha want?” or something like that. if you have something to share or would like something signal boosted please submit and if they align with my values (which should be evident once you look through my posts) i will post it.
welcome to feelings, feelings about gender, the yellow musings of a sissy brown boi redefining migration and home and what it means to be a daughter.
Going through the evaluations that folks fill out after they sit through our teen dating violence prevention presentations and I saw this one and I needed it today/yesterday/years ago:
just because you are abused or have been abused doesn’t mean you don’t or didn’t love yourself
here’s an excerpt from a piece I wrote titled My Mother’s Hair - on the first time I shaved my hair off. (below the cut)
day 175/365(6)
there are lots of complicated joys about working for yourself - being unemployed, actively non-employed, and broke as hell.
I get to work on my own schedule, feel the glory of fulfilling responsibilities that are not set by anything other than ~intrinsic~ motivation and a growing dedication to building peoples’ power and movement building, I get to dress up and stay in. I get to tumblr all I want.
But then I’m broke as hell but whatever. Paid advocates have another level of privilege they have to check - entering that realm soon though we’ll see what happens.
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my column for creative loafing was tentatively titled Angry Southern Sass (as decided by me) but the news editor caught that the acronym is ASS (which I did not know~~) and now we’re thinking about Tran of Thought - my last name is Tran. Which is pretty witty. whatever.
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let’s get today done!
updates
i am still unpaid for advocacy work that i do. thank goodness. i wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of weight right now.
i’m not sure what i was referring to 6 months ago when i talked about entering the realm of paid advocacy. i think i was talking about the distance future.
i am working now at a job that hurts my back and my wrist but i am okay. i’m good in the world right now. capitalisming so hard.
i never got back to the editor or whatever of creative loafing so my column never became a thing. but i sorta lost hope after ‘Angry Southern Sass’ got turned down
what a fucking year
