Chesterwick Milorganite Hoan the Fourth (no relation to the other one)

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Cake day: August 21st, 2023

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  • There’s a confidential process available for those situations:

    If you would like to request a confidential name change where you won’t have to publish notice of the proposed name change, you must prove to the court that publication of the name change could endanger you and that you’re not seeking a name change in order to avoid a debt or conceal a criminal record. (§ 786.37(4), Wis. Stats.)

    I’d argue that trans people would qualify as being endangered under our current regime, but I wouldn’t bet the farm on most WI circuit court judges or the GOP-controlled legislature acknowledging it. The cruelty is the point.



  • I’m sorry to hear you’re at where you’re at right now. I sincerely hope venting and getting some feedback makes your tomorrow a little bit better.

    I grew up with some of the same feelings you have. It took a lot of time and distance to stop inflicting the same mental abuse on myself that others had (and some days it’s still a work in progress). I hope you get there too, someday.











  • I was on the final day of an overseas trip. I’d been there for several weeks, and my wife flew over and joined me for the last week to see the sights.

    I’d eaten the hotel breakfast buffet almost every day of my stay with no issues. So, I grabbed my usual items, including some buffet line shakshuka (an eggs, feta, and tomato stew). It may have been sitting out a while…. Thankfully my wife opted for something else. Yum yum, check out, drop stuff off at my company’s HQ, off the airport, drop the rental, etc.

    We were sitting in the airport inside the security check when it started - nausea, sweats, and bad cramps. Not the best look when in a foreign country with serious (and slow) airport security. Got through, beelined to the bathroom, and I thought I got it out from both ends. I boarded the plane feeling a bit better, but it ramped up again once we were onboard and continued for the entirety of the 13 hour flight home. I have seen immense torment inside the tiny bathroom of a 747 airliner, and I think I spent more time in there than my seat. When I did make it out, I sat shivering and sweaty in my seat for a few minutes before I had to go again.

    I was thankful my wife was there to keep me hydrated and that the plane was empty enough that I could grab a seat row near the back for myself to lie down, instead of climbing over some poor bastard every time.

    Surprisingly, I still like shakshuka.