gender

Response to "A Gender-queer Generation" by Alexandra Funk, or, let me forget myself

I did note that Alex wrote a piece on genderqueer students at single-sex colleges; and I felt I ought to say something, since I identify as genderqueer, for lack of a better word or concept. But the thing is, it's intensely private. And the thing is, the problem of my gender identity is perhaps the only problem which I can't solve by writing and talking about it. A friend of mine (one of those LJ friends I've never met) commented thus on one of my entries in early February: 


Queer Polemic for Lunch, or, Portrait of the Artist as an Angry Young Queer

Cross-posted to my livejournal. Nothing to do with Moby Dick, but the sort of thing I blog about.


Not the Person I Thought I Was; Nor the Body

I’m not the person anyone thought I was. I’m not the person I thought I was. I’m not any kind of person anyone has thought of before, perhaps. An internal shift, wholly mental, frightening and thrilling. The ground beneath my feet was moving, but it was all safely metaphorical.

 

Livejournal entry of 11:26pm 09/10/2007