Ginger Adventures

I'm a filmmaker, an Apple addict, a 24 year old, a red-head, and I have many, many interests.

It's official: Gay panic/trans panic defenses banned in California


This weekend, California Gov. Jerry Brown signed legislation that prohibits “gay panic” and “trans panic” defenses from being used to escape murder charges. 

All over the country, murder charges can sometimes be downgraded to manslaughter when a person claims they acted out of panic after finding out a person was gay or trans. (It’s especially common around the murders of trans women.) It perpetuates the idea that LGBT people are “lying” about who they are if they aren’t out to everyone, it attempts to justify murder, and it says that LGBT lives aren’t as important as others. 

The American Bar Association has urged governments to end panic defenses, but with this legislation, California becomes the first state ever to outlaw them. 

Current state law allows murder charges to be reduced to manslaughter if the killings happened in a sudden quarrel or in the heat of passion.

But under the bill, approved by the Assembly last month, defendants would be barred from using their victims’ sexual orientation or gender identity to support such a defense.

Read that again: California is the first state ever to say that a victim’s sexual orientation or gender identity is no excuse for murdering them. The first state ever. Wow, have we got a ton of work to do. 

(via feminspire)

Day 4 of Don’t Talk to the Ginger

I got home from the gym a little later than usual this morning and my mom happened to be in the shower. Probably a ploy. She didn’t emerge from her room until she left for work. I didn’t get a “good bye”, “see ya later”, or “have a nice day.” 

My dad then asked me if I would be joining them on my sister’s move in date. I told him I assumed I was going, but since my mother hadn’t said two words to me in the past few days I figured I may not be invited. He wasn’t too thrilled with that. 

When I arrived home she was still at work. When she couldn’t reach my dad she called me. I don’t take this as a victory as I was her last option. Even though I’ve been home all week for dinner I was asked if I would be home for dinner. She didn’t seem thrilled when I replied yes. She then shot down all my offerings of food and hung up after saying she would just figure out dinner on her own. 

I am literally dreading my sister’s move in date. Not for her. I’m happy for her. I hope she has the time of her life, but I will feel the full force of Hurricane Mom the second we get in the car to leave. 

My stomach has been in knots all week because of this. 

My new strategy: Develop a routine that keeps me away from home as much as possible, but doesn’t look like I’m doing something stupid. For example….I go to the gym in the morning allows me to avoid parents in the morning, then work all day, stay at work late (usually off the clock I just sit in the quiet office and read), arrive home eat dinner and retreat to my room. Now the last part is the tricky part because if she discovers me on the computer doing nothing she will be displeased thus extending my sentence. So I have been cleaning/rearranging/organizing my room/drawers/closet and arts and crafts. This allows me to avoid contact with everyone without looking like a total recluse. Hoping this will work.


Happy 75th Anniversary to The Wizard of Oz! To celebrate, I present to you;

Movies in a Nutshell: The Wizard of Oz

(via epicreads)