deep red bells
Jun. 2nd, 2006 08:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starfrostingThunderstorms yesterday as soon as I disembarked, huge winds whipping trees, downpour and hail, lightning streaking across the sky. Then it calmed down and only started raining again later that night, while I lay in my room wilting like some cold-blooded plant in a greenhouse. I want to go chew on cold red meat for breakfast, which is a kind of disgusting desire but one I might fulfill anyway. I don't know what's going on with me but I better lay claim to some sort of vegetarian practice cos this can't go on like this- meat should be intermittent, not full-face plate-down back with a vengeance, yes?
I started reading Max Valerio's book. Some parts when he talks about not wanting a radicalized trans movement to speak for, denigrate, and dominate non-politicized transsexual experiences, I want to give him the benefit of the doubt (as parts of this are to me a very valid critique) but instead just feel my stomach turn because of the way he establishes himself as an epistemic authority on FTM realness, linking it to medical intervention and a red-blooded understanding of male masculinity. (To wit: the excerpt in this bridge called home.) Anyway, I like the plan to pass the book along the FTMoron mailing list.
Dreams I can't remember but I woke up feeling sad. Maybe it's the heat. I sure would love to go to shul tonight. Also I feel like making an offering of this half-bottle of too-smokey scotch, pour it on the ground watch it soak up sink down and rise, but I don't know: is it rude to give Them something you don't enjoy too much yourself?
I started reading Max Valerio's book. Some parts when he talks about not wanting a radicalized trans movement to speak for, denigrate, and dominate non-politicized transsexual experiences, I want to give him the benefit of the doubt (as parts of this are to me a very valid critique) but instead just feel my stomach turn because of the way he establishes himself as an epistemic authority on FTM realness, linking it to medical intervention and a red-blooded understanding of male masculinity. (To wit: the excerpt in this bridge called home.) Anyway, I like the plan to pass the book along the FTMoron mailing list.
Dreams I can't remember but I woke up feeling sad. Maybe it's the heat. I sure would love to go to shul tonight. Also I feel like making an offering of this half-bottle of too-smokey scotch, pour it on the ground watch it soak up sink down and rise, but I don't know: is it rude to give Them something you don't enjoy too much yourself?
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Date: 2006-06-02 01:43 pm (UTC)how might we orchestrate it so that my needing to be in philly on the 13th somehow can be usefully collapsed with you living in the same state as philly?
which is to say "yo, i missed you and wanna give you hugs and kisses, etc. where can i drop off my package of physical affection for delivery?"
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