Suspected Children’s Detention Centers

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RED = site or foster care facility with a known street address

ORANGE = site is known or suspected in a city. Street address unknown.

GREEN = proposed sites

<!> = sites where abuse has been alleged,


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One Hour a day to fight Nazis

Like you, I’m sure, I am completely heartbroken and overwhelmed by everything that’s been happening. So I am trying a new thing: just spend one hour a day thinking about Nazis. And instead of spending that hour scrolling helplessly through social media until I want to tear my insides out, I will spend that hour doing some sort of direction action, no matter how small.

Today, I’m spending my hour consolidating information on resources and action plans. Perhaps tomorrow, some of you can spend your hour following through:

Direct Economic Action

Twitter has some great resources and ideas. Folks are identifying the contractors involved in this travesty. Once contractors are identified, we can contact them. We can contact our mutual funds and pension plans and other large corporations we have contact with, and ask them to divest:

MVM Inc. is separating parents from their children. Here is a link to their latest job posting,

Company Overview of MVM, Inc. and Contact Info:



GDMS, AbbottGlobal



General Dynamics

 2. Political Action

Call your RED STATE senators and tell them to support S.3036, a bill to keep families together. So far ALL DEMOCRATIC SENATORS have gotten in line to support it.

3. Donate




What I’ve Learned in the Past 15 Years


You can sharply cut benefits and protections for people, as long as you announce that you’re doing it to strike a blow for individuality.

Even internet businesses need to “turn” a “profit.”

Rich people often hold grudges against their friends who are even more rich.

When things are hard for you, almost all of the people whom you think of as your friends will stop taking your calls.

When things are great for you, people whom you barely know will announce all the details of your close, intimate friendship.

A lot of those American flags we bought after 9/11 were made in China.

It turns out that gutting jobs and exporting factories overseas does not make average Americans richer.

If there is a disaster, you should start worrying precisely at the moment when they say, “There is nothing to worry about.” (Corollary: If they say, “It’s bad, but it’s not as bad as x,” that means, “It’s probably worse than x.”)

No one knows how to make a living in the music industry anymore.

Local video stores killed movie theatres. Blockbuster killed local video stores. Netflix killed Blockbuster. Chips in your head with on-demand movies will kill Netflix.

A whole lot of jobs that existed in my youth are now relics of a bygone age. Ditto the phrase,”I’m not going to answer the phone, because we just sat down to dinner.”

We have created a world in which no one ever has to be alone with their own thoughts.

Computers, which are supposed to be predictable, aren’t.

Everybody hopes that maybe mortality only happens to other people.

It turns out that real estate is not always a sure thing.

Once someone uses the phrase “The New Normal,” you’re at the top of the market.

Once someone says, “Only an idiot would buy, everybody knows that,” it’s time to buy.

When one party rewrites the rules to give themselves more power, the other party may protest. But they won’t change the rules back when they get back in power.

Most social communications innovations of the last 20 years have been made by socially awkward people who hate to communicate.

Smart phones have made rudeness socially acceptable.

People will put up with anything, as long as their illusions are maintained.

Republicans are evil, but at least they know what to do with power when they get it.

Republicans have struck a deal with frustrated white men: If you let corporations make you suffer, we’ll make sure that women and minorities suffer even more.

It turns out a lot of people don’t mind suffering, as long as they can make sure that other people are suffering even more.

Lying about wars, intelligence failures, or budgets will not get you kicked out of office.

Lying about sex will.

Life is fundamentally better for gay Americans than it used to be, although there’s still a long way to go.

A lot of technological advances protect us from the hell of other people, but they also prevent us from making real connections.

Once I was crying for 4 months straight, and I stopped once I got a B12 shot. It turns out that I needed something very badly in my life, and that something was not “a more positive attitude.”

Weather changes without notice, and so do emotions. The world is not the weather, and the soul is not the emotions.

People are still much more sympathetic towards physical illnesses than they are toward mental illnesses, even though most mental illnesses are physical in origin.

If someone you know is suffering, and you don’t give them compassionate sympathy, but instead advise them to “visualize,” you will go to a Special Hell.

This Special Hell is filled with burning, remaindered copies of The Secret. There is nothing else to read.

When people tell you that they never used to like you back in the past, do not be fooled. They are still insulting you in the present.

Sometimes, it can feel confusing to know who is really your friend. But it’s really quite simple. If someone is your friend, you feel better after you see them. If they’re not your friend, you feel worse.

This is also a good way to know whether you should keep dating someone.

A lot of people have been very fortunate in their life, and they think it’s because they’re nice people who work hard. They don’t realize that they are only able to be nice and work hard because they have been fortunate.

Seattle Impressions, 2018

I write this from a hotel in the beautiful, historic, expensive Queen Anne neighborhood, while listening to the shouts of a volatile and possibly unhinged man on the streets below. And that just about sums up my time here in Seattle this year.

When I lived in Seattle 15 years ago, it was a medium-sized city with large city ambitions. It had miserable weather, great coffee, and pathological denial that grunge music actually peaked in 1994. There were computer programmers, and bookstores, and people who traded tips on how to use artificial sun lamps to keep from killing yourself.

Everyone drove a Subaru.

Nowadays, Seattle is not like that. Seattle is where capitalism goes to die. Seattle is the prequel to Blade Runner.* Seattle is hyperfuturistic corporations that create their own magnificent biomes that are closed to the public almost all the time. 

For real. This is “The Spheres” by Amazon:


Google is here. Microsoft is here. Amazon, of course, is here. RealNetworks, Tableau, Zillow, Expedia. And a million, zillion more. Many of these software companies are working on projects so advanced that they legitimately could be viewed as science fiction. But when you leave your job making programmable sentient cupcakes, or whatever, and you step out onto the street . . . the pavement is cracked, the streets are full of potholes, and the homeless are everywhere. We do not have to imagine a dystopia where robots fly next to shanty towns. It is here.

Making matters even more stark, Seattle is a city that prides itself on being “progressive.” Unlike Boise, where movie trailers feature advertisements for shooting ranges, the assumption in Seattle is that we are all Progressive and Inclusive and Care About Human Rights, Not Like Those Other People.

Our hotel, for example, has bathrooms in the lobby with prominently-displayed signs that say “All Gender Bathroom.”

Meanwhile, in this very nice part of town, I passed 3 homeless men in just one block. So they’re progressive about everything in Seattle, except, you know, if it costs them something.

My general impression of Seattle in 2018 is that they’re fine with letting you freeze to death on the street, but they’ll make a big effort to use the right gender pronoun at your funeral.

And they’re not prejudiced — they welcome any type of billionaire, of whatever background…

…and if you do die on the street, they want you to know it’s not because you’re black. It’s because you’re poor.**

They hope you understand how very enlightened this makes them.

Seattle is an entire city full of those smug assholes I knew from college who’d say, “Well actually, I consider myself socially liberal, but fiscally conservative.” ***

Seattle is what happens when a whole bunch of educated upper-income people NIMBY their way into never helping anybody at all, because, you know. Property values. “Moral hazard.” Having low corporate taxes helps us all… somehow or other.

On the plus side, there’s an amazing chocolate factory in Fremont, and if you walk within a 5 block radius of it, the air smells like truffles.

So it’s not all bad.

* And not just because it’s cloudy all the time.

** Or rather, given the rents around here, “not rich.

*** Translation: I used to be part of the Young Republicans, but then I realized I was gay.

The Things We Cannot Name

I’ve had a year where I see, finally, as if with new eyes, all the ways humans project the evil in themselves onto others.

I fear this awakening has come about courtesy of the Trump administration. Trump’s habit of accusing opponents of committing his own darkest crimes has become so standard as to almost be rote.  In fact, it’s gotten so bad now, that when he accuses an adversary of ________, I just interpret it as, “This just in: Donald Trump totally does  _______.”

So it’s gotten me thinking of the ways in which we place shame and blame on others, sometimes to the extent that we completely erase our own culpability. Here’s an example: we all know the word “whore” is the worst way you can insult a woman. But if prostitution is a terrible sin, surely using the services of a prostitute is even worse. A man who takes advantage of a woman’s poverty and desperation? To have sex with her when she would otherwise be unwilling? Doesn’t that make him the absolute scum of the earth?

Doesn’t it make him not just sleazy, but also (apparently) so repulsive that no woman is willing to have sex with him freely? Surely, this combination of World’s Biggest Loser and World’s Ickiest Scumbag must be the lowest insult in the English language.

Except, it’s not. There is a word that describes it — “john” — but it just means “customer.” It’s not even an insult. It’s just a fact.

No word in the english language exists to mean, “A degraded, filthy and disgusting man who hijacks vulnerable women’s desperation to obtain unwilling traumatizing sex.” No. We have put the entire shame of this degrading experience onto the woman, who is the more helpless one in the scenario to boot. The man gets away scott-free.

By contrast, when it comes to drugs, we realize calling someone a junkie might be insulting, but calling someone a drug pusher is worse. A junkie is wretched and pitiable. A pusher is someone who ruins peoples’ lives for his own profit. One fell into degradation; the other one stood behind him and pushed.

What about when men use gross words to describe women’s genitalia? They’re not the guys who don’t care. It’s not gay men saying all those words, all the time. It’s the kinds of men who are talking about, and obsessing about, women’s genitalia. Their idee fixe. And for so many men, that thing they want most in their lives, the thing they pine for, crave, and that brings them closest to a sense of completeness is also the thing they insult, degrade, spew vile at.

In a sense, what they are really saying is, “I am obsessed with sex and that makes me so  ashamed of myself.” Then they put the shame on the object of that obsession, rather than on the one who is obsessed.

What if we put the root meaning of all insults back on the person who spoke them?

When Donald Trump insults the intelligence and humanity of others, what if we took it to mean, “I am deeply insecure and utterly unbalanced and ungrounded and unloved, and I literally have no way to get my bearings in life other than the degradation of others?”

When a man says, “Women should not be in my field of study, because women aren’t as smart as men,” what if we addressed his true message, which is, “I am afraid that I am not smart?” “I am excluding the majority of the human race from the ranks of the competition, because maybe then I’ll have a chance at success?”

Here are some other examples of projection that we as a society don’t really talk about:

The phrase: “Black people are lazy”

Said by White People, Who Literally Sailed to Another Country and Kidnapped People to Work for Them for Free Instead of Doing the Work Themselves

The word(s): You’re weak! You’re a Pussy!  and  He’s strong and tough! He’s got Balls!

Said by a group (men) whose very sensitive genitals will leave them helplessly writhing in pain at the slightest bump; said about another group (women) who genitals are able to give birth.

If anything in the entire world is tough, it’s pussies.

If anything in the entire world is fragile and weak and sensitive, it’s balls.

The phrase: Jews are greedy

Said by anti-semites who like to murder people and take all their stuff.

I wish it weren’t this simple. I wish the entire world’s geopolitical, societal, and community structures were not basically a grown-up version of “I know you are, but what am I?”

Alas, I fear it may just be so.






You Go, Girl

Every few weeks, the Trump administration will nominate someone absolutely appalling for something. Sometimes it’s a woman. And then we protest and they say, Well that’s not feminist of you.

Next up: Shelob the Giant Spider for Secretary of Treasury. “What? She’s a Strong Woman!”


Boise has a place called the “Plantation Country Club.” As if “Country Club” was not enough of a racially loaded term, they were just like, “yes but let’s add the word ‘Plantation’ in front of it, even though we weren’t even part of the Confederacy.”

Problematic Naming Conventions


I only started watching Dr. Who as an adult, and that’s when I realized belatedly that the way my high school boyfriend interacted with me was based entirely on his understanding of the Doctor-Companion relationship.

Relationship by Scarf