Back in December, when I reviewed Cyrus Dunham's *A Year Without a Name*, I noted the author's fleeting worry that an ambivalent attitude towards the identity he transitioned to could be seized upon by transphobes as proof that this whole transgender thing is being embraced by people who might get buyer's remorse and reject it all later ( Read more... )

I did not go through a phase as a child where I resented not getting dolls as presents or where dolls represented a girl world I was cut off from. It wasn't like that. First off, I got to play with some girls I was friends with, and some of that play involved dolls. Second, when I lost that, when we all became older and I no longer had a ( Read more... )

In my November 16 post (the "Transgender Lack of Awareness" post), I returned to a recurrent theme: that the mainstream transgender message doesn't make me feel included and recognized. Quite the opposite. Even when there's an effort to mention nonbinary trans folks and emphasize that a person's gender is valid regardless of their body, I feel ( Read more... )

So I do a vanity search one day on YouTube, being too lazy to just go to my profile account and click on "videos". And up pops:

This video review of GenderQueer... from somebody named "Novelzilla ( Read more... )

Feminists and, for that matter, other women of a certain age, fondly recall the concept of the "tomboy" and are sometimes inclined to reflect on their "tomboy" heroes. The author points out that it's a concept largely in decline, and this book is a contemplation of that notion and what might be lost if it disappears ( Read more... )

Memoirs written by mad people - describing what it's like to wrestle with the emotional and cognitive disturbances we call "mental illness", or the experiences with psychiatric treatment, or the associated stigma and the sense of having become something unmentionable - seldom cover the entire territory ( Read more... )

Cory is a fifteen-year old, bright, gay, friendly, but a bit wary of the other kids because he has been called a freak. And it hurts. The hostility and ridicule hurt. He's also lonely, and pines for the someday when he would have a boyfriend. The loneliness hurts, too.

The Boy in Makeup, by Anthony Connors-Roberts, is a cute, warm tale in the ( Read more... )

Reviews for my second book, That Guy in Our Women's Studies Class, continue to come in at a slow trickle. I missed this one when it first came out in January, and discovered it while doing a vanity search on Google just the other day.

Margaret Adelle provided a review in both video and written (Goodreads) form ( Read more... )

I haven't had any book reviews of my books show up in quite some time, so I was pleased to get a notification that Amanja Reads Too Much, a book blogger with a long pending stack of books to read, had gotten to That Guy in Our Women's Studies Class and her review was now up.

February 2, 2023 ( Read more... )

Most of the books on my LGBTQIA+ shelf are either memoirs, where someone is telling from their personal experience what it's like to be a transgender man or a butch lesbian or intersex person or whatever, or they're explanatory books that set out to shed light on the situation of gay or trans or genderqueer people but don't do so by telling a ( Read more... )