Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Swingsets and Photographs

As of late my school work has been suffering, and those of you who know me will likely think it's because I am lazy and easily distracted (which is partly true), BUT I am going embrace immaturity and place the blame on a lovely poet/activist by the name of Andrea Gibson. Ze is a genderbending artist who will literally steal your breath away. Hir work is achingly beautiful, but somehow also hilarious. (I can't tell if my personal favorite is the witty and funny "Swingset" or the spoken-word masterpiece that is "Photograph", but I assure you, if you listen to one of hir poems, you will never stop listening). Look hir up on YouTube or on hir personal website I promise it will be worth it.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Rooster Tails

As I lounge about my room because my lazy ass has managed to sleep through my only class today, I realize two things. One: that first sentence was dauntingly long. Two: I need to be productive to society somehow today. Is it sad that I immediately ran to my blog and not the nearest homeless shelter? Maybe, but I like to think this isn't an entirely pointless project.

I have two words for you, my friends: Rooster Tails. Okay, maybe more words are necessary. Having a genderqueer blog allows me to stumble upon all kinds of awesome genderbending blogs, sites, and people (I have a few listed at the bottom of my page). I was privileged enough to find Rooster Tails, a blog about two New Zealand transmen who are in love (so cute)! It's funny. It's witty. It's adorable and lame and loving. And heartwarming. I highly recommend it and will post a link at the bottom of my page with all the other great queer pantheons of the blog world (that I have found thus far).

Rooster Tails, Words and Pictures from a New Zealand Transboy

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The Turning of a Page

The air is turning cold. Everyone's sense of beauty is on edge, and I can't say I blame them. Something about fall captivates people in a way no other season does. It's stark. It's crisp. The haze of summer is gone and colors seem more vivid. People speak more clearly. I am in a place full of individuals like myself. I swear I've never felt more at home. It's so easy for me to blend into the crowd at Hollins. Nothing about me is remarkable here, and I must admit it's a nice change. Being seen as a person instead of an object to be gawked at is wonderful. I find that I smile more naturally. I am always ready to laugh. These, I believe, are the most accepting people I have ever had the priviledge to meet. I simply cannot wait to come into my own here.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Genderqueer Canadians? I think yes.

Lucas Silveira of The Cliks at the June 2008 P...Image via Wikipedia
I must reccomend the Canadian music group, The Cliks, to all people who have ears. Why are they relevant to this blog, though? Aside from their pure awesomeness in all things rock, they are led by transman Lucas Silveira and backed by two absolute bombshell genderbending lesbians. Doesn't get much better than that, kids.
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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Milk, please.

“If a bullet should enter my brain, let it open every closet door.” –Harvey Milk

I love a woman who loves women
and she loves me.
And, Harvey, we love you.

You changed me, Harvey.
When that bullet grazed your hand,
it splintered my closet door.
As a death notice lodged in your brain,
my door flung open wide and I blinked into the sun
Of the vast
And I smiled.

Harvey, I am so sorry about Jack,
but he wasn’t your fault.
And Scotty always loved you.
Can you love a woman
who loves women?
I hope so.
I will always love you
for what you did, what you lost,
how you made them all believe.

How you made me believe
that I’m not a disease.
I’m a woman
who loves women,

And I am beautiful.

Friday, July 30, 2010

The best recipe for sweet tea? Skoal.

I must admit, I do wonder why people are so willfully ignorant. What about a person makes them inhuman? What makes a freak? Sadly, most of the people I have met have a set idea in their minds of what a freak does and does not consist of. It's the human condition, I believe, and a very simple one. Human beings fear what they do not understand. Humans also destroy what they fear. So, what happens to the supposed "freaks" in this fearful society? It seems that attempts are constantly being made to destroy us. Destruction is a tricky and decieving little bugger, though. It can come in so many subtle forms: a look that is just a little too lingering, a snicker as you walk past, a spit of Skoal in a McDonald's sweet tea, even silence. Yes, silence is destruction when it comes to us "freaks" of the world. If we stay silent, we simply become another ignored part of their world. I find it immeasurably sad that I have to use the terms "us" and "them", but it's the way of society these days. "Welcome to the gun show, kids. Fall into line immediately. You are a boy (left). You are a girl (right). You, you creature, are a freak." A binary gender system is the only known and "correct" gender system these days. Well, to the ignorant little boy who works at McDonald's, I have something to tell you. I am a person. "We" are people. I sincerely hope that you can learn that someday.

Friday, July 16, 2010

What the hell is genderqueer?

My friends joke about this picture and say, "Look, it's Cori and her twin brother." They're kind of right. I won't bore you with the confusing details of my childhood, but I feel I must say that I have always felt pressured to act as either a boy or a girl, and I have never fully been either. Yes, my birth certificate says that I am a girl. Yes, I was raised as a girl. Yes, I consider myself a lesbian for lack of a better word. But, recently, I have decided to become a person without gender. How is this done? I suppose we'll find out together. The term I have heard for my decision is "genderqueer." What a wonderful way to start a stereotype! My friends, though many are homosexual, mostly think that this is a very strange decision. I do not. Growing up, I never did the things girls did. I have always been more of a tomboy. However, though trying in vain to force myself into both male and female gender roles, I never felt like I was a boy either. So what am I? Maybe I'll be a person.