Comments (0) George Carlin saying “It seems like these conservatives aren’t pro-life, they’re anti-woman!“
Bond write Cut and Polished, a nicely poetic post on the Butch Body.
Sex-positive women aren’t out to steal your man. ‘Nuf said.
Speaking of music, enjoy Boy George’s She Was Never He.
Happy New Year!
I thought you all might enjoy a few clips from my recent solo performance, Trans Form. This is two pieces, from separate parts of the show, that deal with The Little Mermaid and the idea of Ariel passing.
A lot of the material from this video came from this post. I’m still working on getting the rest of the video in some semblance of order… Would people be interested in seeing the whole thing (I’d need to break it up) or is a ‘best of’ clip video acceptable?
I’m sure someone else has done this, but the idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while. Links go to video or audio where possible, and lyrics for when I couldn’t find anything else.
So, Soundtrack for a Transition track list
I saw a 3D showing of Avatar last night, and really enjoyed it. I thought it was beautiful and relatively engaging. I’m not positive if needed to be almost 3 hours long, but it did allow for a lot of room to establish the world and the characters. That said, it was a really racist, colonialist movie that also fit comfortably within the sexist paradigm of Western culture and storytelling.
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My mom and I had our yearly family Hanukkah party on Christmas Eve, with close family friends. (We’re off by a bit – so what?) We have the party every year, although usually not on Christmas, and are only allowed to bring gifts that didn’t cost any money. This began years ago, when all the parents were pissed that all the children were obsessed with expensive presents – the families agreed we’d still give ‘real’ gifts at other parties, but this party wouldn’t be about money. This quickly turned into a contest to see who could give the most ridiculous gifts, and every year gets sillier and sillier.
Last night, one of the gifts I got was a little ball-and-net kit, with a small basketball and a suction-cup backboard and net. The gifts are usually (loosely) thematic based on something about the person and what the giver thinks of them, and this gift seemed kind of unrelated to anything about me. I noted this, saying, “Oh. Well, this seems more like something for my older brother, but thanks!”
The gift-giver – the husband of a high school friend of my mom – said, “I didn’t want you to forget your roots.”
“My roots?”
“White boys can’t jump…?”
(Awkward pause.)
Aaaaand moving on to the next gift.
Something I didn’t touch on in my recent post, Pregnancy and PMS, was the idea of me ever having children. I haven’t talked about this much on the blog, other than the ton of fun I had while going off hormones to deposit sperm summer before last. And, to be honest, I haven’t thought about it a whole lot since.
At this party the other night, when I was talking with these other women about pregnancy and giving birth, it reminded me that I’ll never be pregnant. That I’ll never give birth.
I mentioned recently that I have a big anniversary coming up. Thinking about it, though, made me realize I have two more, also within the next week or two.
First, I’ll have been in my current position at work, General Manager, for two years.
Second, I’ll have been in therapy with the same therapist for three years.
I’ve joked before that one gauge of how my girl friends perceive my gender is how often/extensively they volunteer information about their period with me. That is, over the past year, I’ve gone from only very close friends rarely or occasionally mentioning their period, to all of my close girl friends (and a few of my female coworkers) mentioning their period or PMS at some point in the past few months.
It recently occurred to me that within the next few weeks – January 5, to be exact – I will have been living as Rebecca full-time for a year.
I’m not sure what to make of this.
I’ve been chatting with a number of people this week about my recent show – artists and not, trans and cis, family and friends and coworkers. (Video is forthcoming. I’m actually converting the video to an editable format as I’m writing this. Stupid Sony, stupid Mac.)
One of the things I’ve been thinking about is how art can focus inward versus focusing outward. That is, this past show was very much about my own experiences and feelings. It attempted to capture how I felt about particular experiences – coming out, not coming out, moments in the transition – at the time of the experience. I looked inward to try and portray how my journey has felt, and not as much what I think or feel about it now. I definitely touched on the present, but mainly to acknowledge that I don’t know how I feel about a lot of things; that I still have a lot of confusions and uncertainties.
But how can, and should, are focus outward? How does it get directed at other people?
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