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an immigrant you know and love who's unafraid to step in

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Created on 2011-03-30 21:30:55 (#709876), last updated 2016-12-07 (20 hours ago)

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Name:too short to be haughty, too nutty to be naughty
People in this journal
There's Andrew, my husband. And [personal profile] magister, or James, my boyfriend. Andrew and I have a dog called Gary. Most other people who get mentioned are friends, though feel free to ask if I'm not making sense.

About my job
I'm not working at the moment, but I volunteer leading the local council's Visually Impaired Steering Group (which meets to consult and get our perspectives heard on things like public transport and the built environment) and I'm helping create a tour of a Museum of Science and Industry exhibition for visually impaired people.

Some random facts
I'm American but have lived in the UK for something like ten years. I have pretty strong feelings on immigration and how people who "seem different" are treated once they're here (or wherever 'here' is). I was blind when I was born and am now what's called "partially sighted," in the UK/"legally blind" in the U.S. My brother, Chris, died in a car crash just before I got married and emigrated (ten years ago now so is mostly an aside these days, but I used to talk about it a lot). I have suffered from depression and anxiety, in some combination, since I was 19, and I've also worked in mental health, so I have a lot of opinions on both using and providing mental health services. I'm bisexual and do a bit of activism around that, . I'm polyamorous, which is how I have a husband and a boyfriend, and they can have other partners (James lives with his; Andrew says he doesn't want other partners now), and we all know about each other and we're all happy with the situation. To my utter bemusement and chagrin, I recently joined the ranks of homeowners -- for someone who never finished her degree and spent a big chunk of her 20s unemployable with mostly-untreated mental illness, it seems unbelievable that I'm able to buy a house "already" at 32. I'm still waiting for owning a house, rather than renting, to become the magical experience I was assured it would be.

Things I like to do
I like trains, I like hotels, I like excuses for eating nice food and visiting museums/cathedrals/castles/art galleries and having time to read and go for walks and all the other things I never seem to do at home because there's always something else that needs doing.

As we were leaving the National Railway Museum, James and I were asked by someone standing at the door if we'd do a little survey. We were shown a list of other places and asked which ones we'd been to. "York Castle Museum, yep, Jorvik, yep, ooh, MOSI, yep! Royal Armouries, yep..." I went on like this for a while, with James occasionally noticing things before I got to them, like the National Media Museum, and saying stuff like "And we went to the Tate in Liverpool." And when she asked us when we'd last visited the museum, James said "thirty years ago" and I said "two weeks ago!"
So I guess I like museums.
My tastes these days are almost entirely non-fiction. I've loved SF since I was little, though, and writing and reading it are both huge in my circles of friends, so I end up reading a fair bit of that too.

I get sad and weird if I go too long without the company of nice people. I like few things better than sitting on my friends' couches drinking tea and chatting, or in a coffee shop or pub or whatever (I like my coffee black and my beer not too hoppy, thanks).

Social media usage
You're looking at it, really. I have an on-again/off-again relationship with twitter: I'm [ profile] hollyamory there. I don't use tumblr or instagram or...whatever the other things are. I'm too uncool even to know.

But I've been on LJ since 2002, it's seen pretty much everything important that's happened to me, and I love it (and its little Dreamwidth buddy) to bits. LJ is how I met Andrew, it's gotten me jobs, found me friends when I moved to the UK, lent me money when I would've been deported without it...I just cannot overstate how much of an impact it's made on my life, and all for good.

Subscriptions, access and commenting
I always welcome new people. Almost all of my entries are public, so I make friends/grant access pretty readily. I read almost everything and leave more comments than I receive, but I don't mind if other people don't do those things.

Anonymous comments are allowed here; I'm lucky enough not to have had too bad an experience with them. But do try to ensure your comment is at least two of the following: kind, interesting, helpful or useful.

your livejournal reminds me of the "temperance" card in the Rider-Waite tarot deck. i'm thinking the one foot in the water, one out / and the cups (one the Past, one the Future, with a bidirectional stream between...) suggest your ability t'be precisely and entirely in Northern England (with all the fascinating negotiations required of a non.native), yet capable of presenting an uncompromised evocation of a fully realised and engaging Minnesota, by sun or by lamplight. a triumph of MEMORY and ... environmental engagement.

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.
(Douglas Adams)
Oh my name it is nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest

(Bob Dylan)

I left Minnesota and since then have known one problem after another but restlessness hasn't been one of them. Ever since I left home and came to New York [England], I've known exactly who I am. Ich bin ein Minnesotan. In Minnesota, it's never really clear what that means, but living in Manhattan [Manchester], I know exactly what Minnesotaness means — it means moi — and I plan to stay right here and enjoy it.
(Garrison Keillor)

Whoever wants to know the heart and mind of America had better learn baseball, the rules and realities of the game—and do it by watching first some high school or small-town teams.
(Jacques Barzun)

In my day, we'd just turn the wireless up and get on with it.
(Alan Moore misquoting Victoria Wood; I like his version better)

They had not brains enough to be introverted and repressed.
(I am one of the people Joseph Heller is talking about here)

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