My ears = pierced.
More specifically, after taking the fine suggestions of several people, I went with Rowan to the Sacred Heart outlet on Nelson. There I saw Stephanie who took excellent care in picking out where exactly to poke me. She labeled first, I double-checked, and Rowan, who was wearing corrective lenses unlike yours truly, triple-checked
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2. Your uncle sounds pretty awesome
3. Passing vis gender identity - I think symbolic interactionalism (labelling theory) etc about how one re-affirms/obtains identity bits through social processes works here. I, personally, feel it's just NICE to be recognized for who one is without explanation. However, I've heard of some people for whom 'passing' is taken to extremes: moving to cities where they were not known as their assigned gender/transitioning - I'm also leery in these cases of revisionist history.
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2. My uncle consistantly impresses me and is probably the only person after whom I consciously pattern myself without ever having cause to regret it. Did I mention that he also does scads of community work? I'm thinking of naming a child after him; likely one of mine, but possibly someone else's by way of some paperwork sleight of hand.
3. As far as being recognized goes - on the bus, April saw a female-bodied person with a pin that said "Boy." Se suggested an equivalent to me.
Although I've taken a few pokes at what drives it, I still don't understand revisionist history. It's also hard to find people who state that they've done it, as you might imagine.
The moving thing makes a certain amount of sense for people who have had nothing but rejection come out of their transition - since they no longer have any positive social ties, why not get outta town and into somewhere safe? It would be like if everyone you knew died - and then turned into flesh-hungry zombies ( ... )
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2. Awesome.
3. I guess different people have different relationships with their past. I get all Jungian about mine.
4. When are you going to Ottawa?
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