A screw fell out of my humbucker today while practicing and I realized putting it back in required more skills than I have right now. So I took it to Long & McQuade and I hadn’t gotten a set up yet and it’s been less than a year since I bought it, so it qualified for a free set up. So hopefully the screw is easy to put back in. I have a feeling it is but I’m not ready to take it apart to fix it. I was having a lot of fun with it too. I’m finally able to do some of the power chords better in Call Me by Blondie, and was just starting to learn I Love Rock & Roll by Joan Jett when the screw came out. My screw!!! It’s also got some other things wrong with it. It’s funny because compared to my Martin dreadnought it’s been so finicky having a telecaster. So many things that go wrong! But the only issue I’ve ever had with my Martin was the action being high and someone showed me how to fix it. A little trooper ha ha. So I guess it’s back to the Martin until my Fender is back from the shop.
I had an alright weekend. I got the music back from the composer for my film, so I have been trying it in different spots. I’m close but not quite there yet, I am assuming on Thursday I can finalize it. Friday I am going out of town to do colour correction with my friend and then the last thing to do is send files to the sound designer to put more in and also mix it. So it’s getting there! I’m pretty happy with it even though it’s a sad film. It’s still really real about poverty. Like not a dirty face begging on the street level of poverty, but a kind of poverty people can find themselves in when they are stuck getting on welfare. Which I have done in the past.
Anyway blah! I also am working on this sort of secret project that I am envisioning as a novel. Or novella. But it’s been told to me as a book but a spirit told me the story to begin with and I am wondering if they only knew books as storytelling mediums. And now we have tv and limited series and movies and video games and blah blah blah. So many options to tell a story and I have used a lot of them. But there’s still something about this story that makes me want to write it as a book. I like writing and I’ve done a lot of blogging and essays and screenwriting. And not a lot of prose, so this would be fun for me I think. I’ve never studied creative writing, I mean I have done it a lot but I never went into a program specifically for writers who write books. No BFA or MFA in Creative Writing.
I’m starting to let go of needing to get a degree in something to be allowed to do it though. Like I didn’t do any classes formally in video game development, but I did a workshop and since then I have done it a few times. I am taking guitar and singing classes, but I’ve never gone to a music undergrad, so I don’t have a paper for that either. Anyway I guess I just like doing multiple things and I should accept that and not feel guilty for not having the time or money or funding to take multiple undergraduate degrees.
It was shot day and I didn’t remember until 9pm when I saw some video about chasers asking trans men not to take T and I was like fuck I gotta take my T. I used to do it Mondays, and I used to see my therapist on Mondays too, so it was my favourite day of the week. But then I started teaching so I had to shift everything around and now my shot is on Sundays.
There are only three weeks left of one class and four weeks left of the other class. So it’s coming down to the end!
OH right, but the story I am telling in this book I am trying to write was blocking me because it’s kind of an epic story and needs a long timeline with multiple events in it. So I spent a few hours on Friday writing down key events into this long chronological list. I think it needs more events though, so I’m going to work on it a bit more before I commit to writing down the actual outline. Because I did write 27 pages of the story but it moved way too fast, and I think it needs a slower pace so you can really think about what is unfolding. I think it was a tiktok version of a novel ha ha only written down not a video. But too short and snappy. Still it was working for me overall, the idea is really solid. I think as soon as I get the main points down I will write it really quickly. Or rather, write a first draft quickly. I tend to write a lot anyway every day. I’m also rewriting a script right now so that is taking priority. It is changing, I am finishing it. I’m hoping to be done it next weekend (the script).
I’m coming up to the time where I need to worry about money again. I am okay right now, but money goes fast. And I did have to get some stuff done like the dogs had their annual shots and check up and that was a bunch of money. And groceries are crazy expensive in Canada because we have a billionaire robbing us. Anyway.

I’ve been quite literally starving over last year, because of a few things I think. One, the pro-Palestine posts blacklisted me I think. Two, the bullying and slander in the 2S community lead by Jas Morgan convinced some people not to support my work anymore. And three, the rising fascism in America lead to people not working with me anymore either out of fear or a feeling that what I have to say right now is unimportant. So it’s been really frustrating to see my art career I’ve built up for 31 years just fail, for multiple reasons. I am still making work but I’m not really funded except for this artist in residence position at U of T. I’ve been rejected twice, potentially three times for funding for Unsettled Climate, the documentary about trans people and climate disasters, so it’s just this residency getting me through and these teaching jobs. But they all end after April and I have no grant to tide me over after that. So I’m not sure what I am going to do for money, I will probably be unable to afford groceries again. Maybe Zionists can take bets on how low my weight will go this year without funding. I’m sure at some point I’ll be posting one of these graphs again.
The really disappointing thing about starving is that I can tell my brain works better when I am fed. I also have more energy and can get a lot of things done in a day when I’m eating properly. So seeing that improvement in my health go away again is going to be depressing.
I have to stress that I am not currently starving, and it’s not the end of the semester yet. But it’s coming and I’m just dreading it. I’ve got to write another grant, I did take a break from applying for grants after I got all those rejections last year. But I guess I am supposed to write these fucking grants begging for money so I don’t starve to death. It’s just not a dignified system. There’s nothing worse than groveling for a jury of my peers trying to explain why my project is important to humanity. Especially when I know people don’t want to support trans folks.
Anyway argh. Yeah that’s what I’m thinking about. I gotta go to bed tho, I am teaching in the morning. I have a ton of stuff to say about the American/Israeli war against Iran but I am too tired to write about it tonight.