Don't let your schooling interfere with your education.
~ Pete Seeger

Monday, February 4, 2008

A Good Day

Yesterday was a good day. I wrote in the morning, had a great breakfast of homemade waffles and bacon, and played with the boys for awhile. Then I biked off to campus, where I had coffee with a friend and enjoyed a long afternoon practicing ‘body theatre’ and rehearsing for the Vagina Monologues. Kristin said she loved Sunday evenings, because I come home from practice relaxed and talkative.

Well, how could I not? Working with this cast of women inspires me and fulfills me in a way that was impossible before. I am finally living in women’s space! It’s fun, it’s exciting, and they get my pronouns right.

To top it all off, the Giants won the Super Bowl! It was a good game, a close one, and I had little hope my cousins’ hometown team would pull it off, but they did.

Missing that was the only disappointment of the day, but what does that matter? I was where I belong.

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Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.
~Helen Keller

Reading List for Information about Transpeople

  • Becoming a Visible Man, by Jamison Green
  • Conundrum, by Jan Morris
  • Gender Outlaw, by Kate Bornstein
  • My Husband Betty, by Helen Boyd
  • Right Side Out, by Annah Moore
  • She's Not There, by Jennifer Boylan
  • The Riddle of Gender, by Deborah Rudacille
  • Trans Liberation, by Leslie Feinberg
  • Transgender Emergence, by Arlene Istar Lev
  • Transgender Warriors, by Leslie Feinberg
  • Transition and Beyond, by Reid Vanderburgh
  • True Selves, by Mildred Brown
  • What Becomes You, by Aaron Link Raz and Hilda Raz
  • Whipping Girl, by Julia Serano
I have come into this world to see this:
the sword drop from men's hands even at the height
of their arc of anger
because we have finally realized there is just one flesh to wound
and it is His - the Christ's, our
Beloved's.
~Hafiz