shel

The Transsexual Chofetz Chaim

Mutant, librarian, poet, union rabble rouser, dog, Ashkenazi Jewish. Neuroweird, bodyweird, mostly sleepy.


I write about transformative justice, community, love, Judaism, Neurodivergence, mental health, Disability, geography, rivers, labor, and libraries; through poetry, opinionated essays, and short fiction.


I review Schoolhouse Rock! songs at @PropagandaRock


Website (RSS + Newsletter)
shelraphen.com/
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in reply to @bcj's post:

god, that doesn't really happen to me, but the last thing i remember about someone is their name. one time at a party i was talking with a girl i just met there for like 5 hours and i had to ask her name again at the end of the night

It happens regularly that I’ll be talking to someone and I’ll say “yeah I was talking to Eggbug* the other day and they said…” and the person I’m talking to will react with surprise and say “Eggbug? Really?!” and I will internally fully panic that I’ve gotten the name wrong of someone I’ve known my entire adult life when in fact they’re just surprised by some other aspect of the story I am relating

(* or whoever. Typically not Eggbug.)