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To the world at large:

No, I do not want to be "one of the girls."

I don't want to be "one of the boys," either.

I want to be "one of the skippy twee blue-haired pansy-ass genderqueer kids named Gerald," because that's what I am. I'm not a girl.* I'm not a boy.** I'm me.***

So stop trying to friggin' gender me already.****

With all due respect,
a skippy twee blue-haired pansy-ass genderqueer kid named Gerald

* Except when I am.

** Except when I am.

*** Except when I'm not.

**** Honestly, I could easily extend this to "stop trying to friggin' gender EVERYBODY already," because I have been reading queer theory lately and it makes me even madder about the gender binary than ever. And, um, I'm usually pretty pissed about it! AS YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED. Seriously, guys, can we just all chill out and be cool and do what we want to do without checking our Handy-Dandy Gender Guides to make sure it's okay first?

Mood: fey as fuck.
Music: Modest Mouse- The World At Large

I've been wanting to post a lot lately, but I find that what I want to post is generally a lot of pretty and very little substance.

So I got a Tumblr!

Mostly right now it is filled with pictures of Halifax, stuff I stole from other people, and a baby learning to recite Hamlet. But you should still follow it.

Mood: so many pretty pictures, man.
Music: The Venus In Furs- Tumbling Down

I was poking around the Internets recently, like you do, and discovered (MUCH TO MY DISMAY) that nobody seems to have written a Jessicka Addams primer yet!

This is not okay. Therefore, I give you:

Say Hello To My Little Friend: A Jessicka Addams Primer

( Read more... )

Mood: jessicka!
Music: Jack Off Jill- Cockroach Waltz

Songs I heard on the radio today that just happen to be my favourites: "Welcome To The Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance, "No Rain" by Blind Melon, "Load Me Up" by Matthew Good Band, "When I Come Around" by Green Day, "Losing My Religion" by R.E.M., and "Sex On Fire" by Kings of Leon. And not a single Simple Plan tune! Good show, radio, good show.

(A lot of those songs have really specific memories attached to them for me, which is why I like them so much. The one that strikes me most is "Load Me Up"- I listened to that on the long drive to Corner Brook for my first year of university. In my head it's all dark roads and bright lights and sleepy holding hands. Naww.)

I am starting to hate my job! That took... longer than I'd expected, to be honest. :/ It is partly because of the insaaaaaane gender segregation there- and the fact that I have apparently been relegated to The Girl Table, which, yeah- but mostly it's because people keep telling me things.

FYI: there are some things I do not want to know! For example, I don't want to know who you think killed Kurt CObain. I do not want to know how badly you want to bang Robert Pattinson. I do not want to know about how precious your grandchildren are. I do not want to know which Jonas Brother is your favourite.* I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW WHEN YOU LAST HAD SEX WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND AND WHETHER OR NOT HE CAME IN YOU JESUS CHRIST NO. And yet, these are the things people have been gleefully filling my ears with for the past few months.

Honestly, it makes me worry that I come off as friendly and approachable. I am NEITHER. Clearly I need to work on my glower. For the moment I will content myself with decorating fruit pies to look like colourful vaginas.

In news that does not involve me being a misanthrope, I've got my classes mostly picked for the upcoming semester. Mostly. I am taking Victorian Literature (requirement- I am not a big fan of the Victorians), Logic (another requirement, I'm not a big fan of logic either), Philosophy and Contemporary Issues (I expect to defend the ethics of abortion at least once a week), Contemporary Religious Movements (filler class), and Utopias and Dystopias. I'm only waitlisted for that one, though, so I may have to take something else to fill up the time slot. I'm thinking either a class on the Greek gods or a History of the Roma in Eastern Europe course.

God, I love college. (And women. And drinking. And blah blah blah.)

( Links and things. )

I've spent the last week or two working, dressing up as a goffick person and hanging out in grocery stores, riding in shopping carts at midnight, talking about books, watching musicals, pulling poetry out of hats, and refusing to clean my house. Being me is kind of really enjoyable right now.

* PLEASE NOTE: This is a lie.

Mood: enjoying myself.
Music: Attack In Black- Young Leaves

Hey, guys! Wanna see the transphobic shit that was printed in the Chronicle Herald?

( Heck yes you do! )

He was specifically asked by one of the panelists not to write about the speakers, and, if he did so, to change the names. And then to not only ignore their express wishes, but to spew bigoted garbage like that? I call bullshit.

So I wrote him a ( letter. )

You can ~~yell at~~ email Duffy at pduffy@herald.ca, and the Chronicle Herald at letters@herald.ca.

Dude lives in Halifax, for fuck's sake. The whole queer community there is gonna be on him like a ton of (immaculately groomed) bricks.

ETA: Duffy just emailed me back.

( His reply, under the cut. )

Oh, not Herald Policy? That makes it okay, then!

Way to not address... well, fucking ANYTHING, ya douchetool.

Mood: unimpressed.
Music: Queen feat. David Bowie- Under Pressure

Two new things I've experienced today:

1) How it feels to touch a dead turtle, and

2) How it feels to get vomit in the eye.

I can only hope this makes me grow as a person.

Mood: dear body: i hate you, the end
Music: Jill Barber, I think.

I've been noticing, with some distress, that while everyone likes to complain about emo, several minor points have been muddled by osmosis, the Internets, and global warming. This is, obvious, a tragedy of Shakespearean proportions, as if people do not properly understand these key points they may not be able to make fun of emo kids properly.

Luckily, I am not only a bona fide emo kid, but have received my Doctorate in Emology (with a B.A. in Whingeing On Livejournal). Thus, I come to enlighten with Five Things You've Always Wanted To Know About Emo Kids (But Were Too Weirded Out By Conor Oberst's Voice To Ask)!

( In which we mention sour cream and Pete Wentz. )

We hope that you will use this information for good.*****

* No, Brian Molko isn't emo; however, he's tiny, bisexual, and wears a lot of eyeliner, which makes him the closest thing to it.

** They have; however, this is not a bad thing.

*** This is the emo version of a Bender-style air punch.

**** We're also not sure why AFI is now considered to be an emo band (in my day they were goth), but figure that pretty much anything is better than Panic! At The Disco.

***** And by good we mean "not kick us in the teeth when we read you our crappy poetry."

Mood: official.
Music: I just found out that I still know the whole "Kenya" song.

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PSA time!

wahey

This is long overdue, my fronds.

truly free and fragile as young leaves

Hell hath no fury like a pissed-off tranny.

The two, however, are unrelated.

Kenya believe it?

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