https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/i-dont-identify-as-human_us_5a21e594e4b05072e8b56944
The author page is home to even more totally insane rants. Some crumbs:
How would you like to be this fine fellow's father? Here's a taste of what that would be like:
The author page is home to even more totally insane rants. Some crumbs:
does friendship then even exist in a #PANPOLY society? If all feelings, thoughts, and acts between individuals are defined as complimentary actions that do not inhabit a permanent subject position. Transient thinking. Non-Linear Progression.
Me? Growing up with an extremely privileged upbringing...the physical stuff...didn’t really cut it. Sometimes, it doesn’t feel like anything. Reminiscing the physical stuff..the things you earned, you made, you built...that served a function. Work can be anything, work can be the things we do or the things we create to fulfill some kind of purpose or function in order to make a living and make difference in this world.
The only shit I seem to reminisce about are the specific feelings, thoughts, and learnings of the connections I’ve made until now. #Deadlife and #Newlife post transition. The only shit that seems to matters to me. I’m so tired of reading these psychology studies on my facebook feed discussing how only sociopaths and narcissists stay in touch with their ex’s when I take pride in the things I write about. Don’t get me wrong I can have narcissistic tendencies and I see can value in sociopathic behaviour.
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Literally fucked with cum in your ass alone in your bed and you haven’t had an orgasm in a months and you can’t tell whether it’s the person’s fault or your fault or societies fault or biologies fault because you’re on a medication that is also given to sex offenders in the UK and a medication that makes your body experience emotions more intensely and love everyone around you because you’re transitioning and the only people that act on their attraction for me are cis-straight people who have no idea how much emotional and practical work that I’ve done in order to get to this point of my career, character, appearance and I sit and listen because I convince myself the only way for someone to fall in love with someone is to entirely accept that person for who they are and know they are never going to be anyone else while at the same time never comparing anyone to each other because everyone has their own individual struggles that is often unheard or misunderstood so all you can do is keep engaging and ask questions until they freak out because I vomit 27 years of emotional, gender, and creative baggage and statistics on them because all I’ve ever wanted is to be understood and accepted for the being that I am and they end up freaking out and overwhelmed simultaneously reminding them that at the same time I’m just a kid like you that grew up in a small town trying find their place in the world doing something creative...
The only shit I seem to reminisce about are the specific feelings, thoughts, and learnings of the connections I’ve made until now. #Deadlife and #Newlife post transition. The only shit that seems to matters to me. I’m so tired of reading these psychology studies on my facebook feed discussing how only sociopaths and narcissists stay in touch with their ex’s when I take pride in the things I write about. Don’t get me wrong I can have narcissistic tendencies and I see can value in sociopathic behaviour.
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Literally fucked with cum in your ass alone in your bed and you haven’t had an orgasm in a months and you can’t tell whether it’s the person’s fault or your fault or societies fault or biologies fault because you’re on a medication that is also given to sex offenders in the UK and a medication that makes your body experience emotions more intensely and love everyone around you because you’re transitioning and the only people that act on their attraction for me are cis-straight people who have no idea how much emotional and practical work that I’ve done in order to get to this point of my career, character, appearance and I sit and listen because I convince myself the only way for someone to fall in love with someone is to entirely accept that person for who they are and know they are never going to be anyone else while at the same time never comparing anyone to each other because everyone has their own individual struggles that is often unheard or misunderstood so all you can do is keep engaging and ask questions until they freak out because I vomit 27 years of emotional, gender, and creative baggage and statistics on them because all I’ve ever wanted is to be understood and accepted for the being that I am and they end up freaking out and overwhelmed simultaneously reminding them that at the same time I’m just a kid like you that grew up in a small town trying find their place in the world doing something creative...
I grew my hair out and now a days I’m less E.T and more Memoirs of A Geisha. Simple chinese makeup, black bob, 5’5, booty and perky tits. The thing about us is that we don’t actually gender each other very often. Even though I don’t mind she/her pronouns, we both pretty much always use they/them with each other.
Messiness As Queerness? Messgender?
It becomes increasingly difficult to comprehend the diversity of Queer Theory. The comprehension of diversity possibly requires us to specify theories in “..document or legitimizing installment..” (Manalansan 2014) or archival efforts in colonial desperation. Martin F. Manalansan’s “The Stuff of Archives | Mess, Migration, and Queer Lives” offers a possible contemporary contribution to a post-colonial diversity. Even though this “..theoretical and ethnographic explanation” (Manalansan 2014) situates itself in New York City at the brink of the millennium it may not be effortless to justify the “Contestations of citizenship, hygiene, and social order.” (Manalansan 2014) that Manalansan insists. This response essay will cover what is empirical, objective, but subjective about Manalansan’s piece. Is there validity to “positive” and “negative” messes” (Manalansan 2014)? Mess as Queer.
It becomes increasingly difficult to comprehend the diversity of Queer Theory. The comprehension of diversity possibly requires us to specify theories in “..document or legitimizing installment..” (Manalansan 2014) or archival efforts in colonial desperation. Martin F. Manalansan’s “The Stuff of Archives | Mess, Migration, and Queer Lives” offers a possible contemporary contribution to a post-colonial diversity. Even though this “..theoretical and ethnographic explanation” (Manalansan 2014) situates itself in New York City at the brink of the millennium it may not be effortless to justify the “Contestations of citizenship, hygiene, and social order.” (Manalansan 2014) that Manalansan insists. This response essay will cover what is empirical, objective, but subjective about Manalansan’s piece. Is there validity to “positive” and “negative” messes” (Manalansan 2014)? Mess as Queer.
How would you like to be this fine fellow's father? Here's a taste of what that would be like:
My bio-father always said...my greatest challenge is teaching to you to understand the value of the dollar. What is the value of money? A definition of pro-capitalism debate aside...fashion and gender expression has always been a part of my life but my continued struggle is questioning the value of not the dollar...but the value of fashion design. How do you measure creativity and/or credibility?
