in which I ramble about things I think about
So, I have signed myself up for lgbtfest, because I'm awesome like that, and I do hope they let me do it. Fingers crossed and what not.
But I really really hope they let me have it. I think about this prompt constantly.
It is, to paraphrase, about Roderick Spode and his gender identity. Because my dumb transman brain is obsessed with the concept of a tough, 1920s, Spode transwoman. And what that would be like for her. And how she would express that, without actually, you know, expressing anything at all. And. My god, I cannot even begin to wrap my head around any of this, except that I can grasp the feeling of being in a body that is so entirely belonging to the sex you were born, which Spode is. Lady's got a man's body. (um. tradesies?) And. I. Yeah.
I hope I can pull this off. Eeee.
But I really really hope they let me have it. I think about this prompt constantly.
It is, to paraphrase, about Roderick Spode and his gender identity. Because my dumb transman brain is obsessed with the concept of a tough, 1920s, Spode transwoman. And what that would be like for her. And how she would express that, without actually, you know, expressing anything at all. And. My god, I cannot even begin to wrap my head around any of this, except that I can grasp the feeling of being in a body that is so entirely belonging to the sex you were born, which Spode is. Lady's got a man's body. (um. tradesies?) And. I. Yeah.
I hope I can pull this off. Eeee.