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

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.

Genderqueer Canadians? I think yes.

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.

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
unrelenting
unforgiving
unloving
world.
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.