when the seas and mountains fall
I just hit three different dining halls in search of strawberry milk. Gods, it was satisfying.
This morning in my philosophy class, Contemporary Moral Issues, we were talking about racism. A speaker came in who was very interesting to me; dressed similarly to me, wore her hair the same, and boldly admitted to being gender-queer: not male, not female, just something else. It's something I've been approaching myself, realizing that full-on transgenderness is making me more and more uneasy. My male side far outweighs my female side, but the latter is still present, forming a strange conglomeration of gender... I clung to transgenderness because it was concrete and definite, which I really needed in my confusion. But now I think I am ready to wade into the far more intangible waters of the third gender, where there isn't a safety rope and dictionary definition but where I feel far more comfortable. I'm what I want, when I want, where I want. Male and female be damned; I am the gender of Jack.
Had to watch a video for my surrealism class, called Diary of a Chambermaid. Did not find all that surreal, just a little bit like a porno. It rapidly depressed me in its short hour and a half of run-time; the way women were so abused and dehumanized was upsetting. Also hated the main character; she made no sense. And looking at the DVD cover art now, I realize her eyes are cartoonishly big.
This morning in my philosophy class, Contemporary Moral Issues, we were talking about racism. A speaker came in who was very interesting to me; dressed similarly to me, wore her hair the same, and boldly admitted to being gender-queer: not male, not female, just something else. It's something I've been approaching myself, realizing that full-on transgenderness is making me more and more uneasy. My male side far outweighs my female side, but the latter is still present, forming a strange conglomeration of gender... I clung to transgenderness because it was concrete and definite, which I really needed in my confusion. But now I think I am ready to wade into the far more intangible waters of the third gender, where there isn't a safety rope and dictionary definition but where I feel far more comfortable. I'm what I want, when I want, where I want. Male and female be damned; I am the gender of Jack.
Had to watch a video for my surrealism class, called Diary of a Chambermaid. Did not find all that surreal, just a little bit like a porno. It rapidly depressed me in its short hour and a half of run-time; the way women were so abused and dehumanized was upsetting. Also hated the main character; she made no sense. And looking at the DVD cover art now, I realize her eyes are cartoonishly big.