Thursday, November 10, 2016


Meanwhile, in a parallel universe
So depressing was my image of the post-election day Fuck Chair yesterday that several people were compelled to write to me asking if I was okay.  Which yes, and I am beyond grateful that so many people would be on the lookout (you never know!).  And of course, at the same time, I am also not okay with what the fuck happened on election day.

Yesterday my mother called us and on speaker phone gave my girls an incredibly moving speech about not listening to the messages they were hearing and to know that they still had value, dammit.  This is something you don't generally have to tell people. Anyway, at the end we were all weeping.

Then my 15 year old daughter went and made a Sim of Tr*mp wetting his own pants while over-Tweeting. My friend said we shoulda done the one where he was in a pool then taken away the ladder, but this felt like a cleaner, though immature, schadenfreude.

Oh. Yeah.

Today I am in the anger phrase which I expressed by writing a disturbingly long comment to some dude on Facebook I barely know. I recognize that that was not a good use of my time.

In other news that now sounds jarringly hollow and not nearly as fun as it did when it heard it last week, I was #8 on Kinkly's Top 100 Sex Blogging Superheroes of 2016. I adore the site and turn to it for surreptitious midnight web searches on "How do you do X?" or "Wtf is Y?" But what wrecked me* the most with how they so got what I'm trying to do here:  "This blog is funny - like, hilarious - but it's also thoughtful in a way that leaves you feeling a little better about yourself after you read it. We like that.

And, yes, I do hope I leave you feeling a little better about yourself sometimes, or at least that I've reminded you to do all necessary peeing before embarking on a Tweet storm.


* I am highly motivated by extrinsic rewards.  Not good, but hey, it's not smoking crack so I'm not gonna worry about it too much.


Mongo, At The Moment said...

Tuesday was hard enough; losing Leonard Cohen on top of it (no matter how expected that might have been) was almost too much.

Breathe, stay strong, create community -- you already provide that with your writing.

'scuse me; gotta go prove I'm not a robot.

Jill Hamilton said...

Mongo, Love to you. xoxox

Anonymous said...

Thinking about you today dear Jill and sending warm wishes. My Miss N. and I are both in the "anger" phase too, and working on healing after 1 week. We are so surprised that America is so screwed up that they put an a**hole in power. This was important: this was not a beauty contest.
Hopefully by years-end we will be feeling better although I do not see any time soon when I can watch a newscast. I get sick when I see his face. I think I will just get my news form the radio and mute the thing when you-know-who comes on.

Jill Hamilton said...

Anonymous, that is so sweet. i feel the same way. i hear his voice and it chills me to the bone. the good part for me is seeing so many good people speaking up, calling stuff out and such--judd apatow's obsessive tweeting on it, keith olberman, john oliver, tony schwartz ("art of the deal" writer), adam goldberg, marc maron, and various teachers, kids, neighbors. faith in (some) humanity!

Mongo, At The Moment said...

Knew there was one more thing. Now that you're officially a Superhero, do you get a s3cret fortress or cave and hang out with other Superheroes and barter for exchange of abilities ("Hey, Son of Krypton; how's it hanging? I was thinking about a new pool back at my public identity's place and need a hand. I could ... uh, loan you some toys. From the collection. Swear to god none of them have any Kryptonite in them. How about it?").

Jill Hamilton said...

ha ha. although i DO have a large stash of stuff under my bed, including an oddly high number of unused butt plugs. everyone has a collection of something, i suppose.