Tag Archives: transgender

Why do men tell me things?

I used to be a man-hating dyke. That is, according to a certain strand of American popular thought, I must have hated men, because I was a dyke. Back then I did at times feel more than a minor annoyance at some men, and on the odd occasion I came close to kicking a stranger in the junk because he was following me too closely on an uncrowded sidewalk…

fly me. or not.

Looking at the anecdotes posted at tsastatus.net for SEA and SFO sent me diving for a Klonopin.

home is where. no seriously. where is it.

Like most urban dwellers in the US, I am from somewhere else. I have been from somewhere else for as long as I can remember. But what I mean to write about is going home.

an ontological category of one's own

I realized that in the reams of cultural histories that have been written, at least in any language that I can currently understand, the universe is assumed to rest upon eternal principles that almost everyone can participate in by virtue of their full assent to the gender to which they were assigned when born

Just kick some ass and everything will be fine.

…did you think that if you had been in her situation there would have been hell to pay? It seems like a sympathetic enough reaction, does it not, to think that you are so enraged by what happened to her that you would, if you could, search heaven, hell and earth for these hospital personnel and teach them a thing or three?

my life in public restrooms

This is me reading an excerpt from my autobiography, which is still in the making and will probably remain that way for at least a few more years.

(ex) teaching manifesto

in order to address the experiences of another, we must humble ourselves before their complexity and before our own. We might use what we know of our experiences to empathize with another, but it is imperative not to universalize those experiences, and not to disregard or try to dispose of those differences that will always exist between discrete ways of getting along in the world.

excerpt

why should garishness get all the glory if making the bed is not its own courageous act what with danger beating softly across the loose weave of the very blanket which takes care of you at night.

Proposition 8 over my dead body

Given that this is a queer blog, or that is it is a queer blog to the extent that the writer considers himself quite rather queer, it might seem odd that I have not said a whole lot about Proposition 8. Given also especially that I live in California and donated a little money to the No on 8 campaign and voted against it myself and did other assorted things to work against its passage, one might think I would have more to say.

Here are some reasons why I am not saying much.

With enemies like these

Well I was not expecting to go on vacation right after NaBloPoMo started when I first signed up, and I have a few things to say about the idea that by missing a couple of days I have “blown it”–especially since my own motives for undertaking this challenge boil down very simply to “make myself [...]

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