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

Monday, April 28, 2008

Loss of a Good Day

A beautiful weekend – sunny, for the first time in a while, 70+ degrees. Nice. Saturday spent outside, peaceful, working the garden, mowing the lawn, enjoying life. Then off to a roller-skating party with the kids. Two hours of loud music, butt bruises, and pizza later, a headache. By bedtime, growing nauseated. Sunday, all day lying down, sleeping, vomiting, moaning.

So much I wanted to do, none of it done. A waste.

Rest. I did get rest, and I'm still resting, mostly.

A reminder from the body. We all need rest, from time to time, and the body will force it if it doesn't get enough. I knew I'd been burning the candle at both ends a bit, though I used to be worse. Not fun to do it this way, but this time isn't really wasted. Lots of sleep, stored up. And feeling better.

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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