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.