(dis)articulations

[starfrosting]

The more I sleep the more tired I become. I skipped my class today and napped a lot and it's dark out at 5:20 which makes me feel more sad because it's as though I wasted the whole day which, hmm, I seem to have done. Maybe I can outline Grosz's "Animal Sex" essay before dinner and the play at least. I am soo snorkelly and congested and I have a wicked cough, which adds to the wear-down.

And Jami emailed me something about this queer youth anthology of writings, really broad opportunity to talk about trans and genderqueer stuff and or sexual stuff and or methodology and or I feel so fucken inadequate like I have no idea what I could write, and would it qualify because I'm young or does it have to be explicitly about queer youth, and the 500-word abstract is due December 1st which is right around the time all my motherfucking papers are due--I feel like I should do this though. I'm just not sure I can, you know? I hate self-doubt.

Maybe I should start writing an essay about polyamory, or how S/M is seeming more and more important in figuring out my gender stuff. But I am being so self-defeating.

Comments

[violinvixen2.livejournal.com]

could you forward that to me? i most likely won't do it, but i'm curious about the project...

thanks!

[taxishoes.livejournal.com]

Ehh I'm certain that you can write something awesome.

I know what you mean about the sleep, though.