le printemps

Ahhh...spring. I was riding thru the warm air frothy with cool flowery smelling breezes, clutching a Derrida reader in one hand while the right one clutched the handlebars, and everything felt fantastic.

Two more classes and then Trannytamp Tuesday. Yea! While this means I can't do potluck (heehee, potluck) I'm sure it'll be a good decision.

Sitting at my right hand: the aforementioned Derrida reader (which I probably can't handle on my own at this point), Kristeva's "Black Sun," "Language and 'the Feminine' in Nietzsche and Heidegger," and Heidegger's "The Question Concerning Technology." And two Butler books on the floor, of course. I hope something other than confusion is percolating...

Also, one of the titles of a chapter in Judith Halberstam's "Skin Shows" is 'bodies that splatter' and I think that's endlessly amusing.

And now I have to go to class, when I'd rather be lying in the grass and sunlight or reading or most anything besides sitting in that pointless Africana class. Then art for 4 hours. And *then*----

"you can grab me by my jeans/pull and/take what you want of me..."

"Hey, you're sexy
Come here and/boss me around
Chain me to the bed
Now unchain me from the bed..."
-Team Dresch. how right they are.

So...our art final project is a figure drawing w/3-5 people with a theme of 'opposition.' The only theme I can think of is oppositional consciousness.

Also, I am packing tonight and I finally figured out how to do it so it's not totally and utterly obscene. Thank you Fairy Butch.

And now, to Trannytamp w/Seth + Matt, and special guests Mallory and 2 Ryans. Woo.
Finally, the other Butchies lyrics in my head besides the title of this entry is:
"Smoking fags with fags, with fags with fags with fags." Woo!