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theres a certain shade of tired lethargy i havent been able to shake, despite the [technical] full nights sleep plus additional naptime.
missed the rally sort of by accident on purpose. i awoke from the above mentioned nap with time to spare to get to the common, but after going home yesterday feeling as though nothing much was really accomplished, i decided to return to sleep. i'm not any less riled up about the faculty union, but i kinda just feel like we're not getting this done right. and i still think liebergott is a fucking bitch. so theres that.
finished reading stone butch blues a couple days ago. it seems quite long, but its really a very quick read. i was glad to have finished it, but [like a movie that really impresses me] i kinda just sat there after i was done wishing there was more. except in this case there werent even credits for me to sit through and stare at, so oh well.
i didnt have to read the book though, to know that i have in fact gotten progessively more genderqueer since getting to school and getting out of rockland. i was talking to kirsten [who i get to see this weekend!] about it when she came to boston and i cut all her hairs off. especially since the most recent hair "adjustment" [the fauxhawk has returned, and as i have noticed, only the uber-hip metros and lesbians have been sporting said hairstyle these days, so i feel as though there should be a push to rename it the homohawk. just a thought], more and more people have been unsure as to what gender i am. like ok, i know i'm most certainly not a girly girl, and i understand how some people might be readily mistaken, but theres a difference between being mistaken and having people speculate and discuss my potential gender and abiguity right in fromt of me. like, i dont mind if you think i'm a dude, thats your own damn closed-minded, binary problem, but dont be loudly discussing what you think i am on the train five feet from my ear, dont smile at me while you check my id and tell me "i was just making sure you were a girl."
and i most certainly notice it whenever i am home. after one of many [apparently masculine] haircuts that i administered on myself, my mother actually [in public, to one of our family friends, mind you] jokingly called me her "son." as in, "have you met my son?" with a laugh and a smile. i was a little upset by it at the time, but since have decided that i really shouldn't be. my mom is awesome and shes dealing with the way i live the best she can. it's quite cute acutally. but yeah one of these days i'll have to have a little talk with her.
aside from that, going back to tz for hepcat should be...interesting to say the least. last time i was there was an interesting meld of now-grown-up underclassmen who remember me and welcome me with hugs, plus new freshmen who stare and giggle, not knowing what to make of this unfamiliar person roaming their halls. but i made promises to make an appearance, and i am a man of honor [ha!].
anyways, i gotta go meet my lady love for some dinner. be good, kids.
missed the rally sort of by accident on purpose. i awoke from the above mentioned nap with time to spare to get to the common, but after going home yesterday feeling as though nothing much was really accomplished, i decided to return to sleep. i'm not any less riled up about the faculty union, but i kinda just feel like we're not getting this done right. and i still think liebergott is a fucking bitch. so theres that.
finished reading stone butch blues a couple days ago. it seems quite long, but its really a very quick read. i was glad to have finished it, but [like a movie that really impresses me] i kinda just sat there after i was done wishing there was more. except in this case there werent even credits for me to sit through and stare at, so oh well.
i didnt have to read the book though, to know that i have in fact gotten progessively more genderqueer since getting to school and getting out of rockland. i was talking to kirsten [who i get to see this weekend!] about it when she came to boston and i cut all her hairs off. especially since the most recent hair "adjustment" [the fauxhawk has returned, and as i have noticed, only the uber-hip metros and lesbians have been sporting said hairstyle these days, so i feel as though there should be a push to rename it the homohawk. just a thought], more and more people have been unsure as to what gender i am. like ok, i know i'm most certainly not a girly girl, and i understand how some people might be readily mistaken, but theres a difference between being mistaken and having people speculate and discuss my potential gender and abiguity right in fromt of me. like, i dont mind if you think i'm a dude, thats your own damn closed-minded, binary problem, but dont be loudly discussing what you think i am on the train five feet from my ear, dont smile at me while you check my id and tell me "i was just making sure you were a girl."
and i most certainly notice it whenever i am home. after one of many [apparently masculine] haircuts that i administered on myself, my mother actually [in public, to one of our family friends, mind you] jokingly called me her "son." as in, "have you met my son?" with a laugh and a smile. i was a little upset by it at the time, but since have decided that i really shouldn't be. my mom is awesome and shes dealing with the way i live the best she can. it's quite cute acutally. but yeah one of these days i'll have to have a little talk with her.
aside from that, going back to tz for hepcat should be...interesting to say the least. last time i was there was an interesting meld of now-grown-up underclassmen who remember me and welcome me with hugs, plus new freshmen who stare and giggle, not knowing what to make of this unfamiliar person roaming their halls. but i made promises to make an appearance, and i am a man of honor [ha!].
anyways, i gotta go meet my lady love for some dinner. be good, kids.