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Ocean Vuong, from “Woodworking at the End of the World”, Time Is a Mother
HAMMOND B3 ORGAN CISTERN by GABRIELLE CALVOCORESSI
Malia Jensen: Unmade Bed (2010) hand-carved from a bar of soap
remembering you (the audience) : oh, hello ! how could I forget - I've missed you so very much
every day i’m in the hat looking like a dirty boi ! almost 1 year on hrt!
i last posted a selfie on this site almost two years ago and I am posting these now because seeing my image on here makes me feel more real and alive
c. jacob hale, whose body is this anyway? from genderqueer: voices from beyond the sexual binary, edited by joan nestle, clare Howell, and riki wilchins, 2002
["C. Jacob Hale teaches philosophy at California State University, Northridge, where he transitioned and received tenure (1995-96). Active in trans community work, Hale also enjoys doing drag as Miss Angelika and hanging out with genderqueer sex radical friends.
There was the doctor who told me that if I wanted testosterone, I should be looking for a surgeon to cut on my genitals.
There was the passport agency official who told me if I want an M on my passport, I should have already had a surgeon cut on my genitals.
There was the human relations employee who told me that if I wanted a faculty ID card with a current picture and a name matching the one on my driver's license, I should have already had a surgeon cut on my genitals.
There are FTMs who tell me that if I want to go to their meetings, if I am a real/true/genuine transexual, if I am one of them, I should be looking for a surgeon to cut on my genitals.
There are FTMs who tell me that if I want to be one of them, I should be delighted and congratulatory when one of them finds a surgeon to cut on his genitals.
There are FTMs who tell me that if I want to be one of them, I should be filled with pity and disdain when another FTM finds a surgeon to cut on his genitals.
There are FTMs who tell me that I should want to look at the results when one of them has had a surgeon cut on his genitals.
There was the psychiatrist who told me that if I want to have sex, I should get a surgeon to cut on my genitals first.
There was the nontransexual butch leatherman who told me that if I want to suck his cock, I should have plans to find a surgeon to cut on my genitals.
There was the MTF who shoved her tits in my face and told me that I should give her a call after I had gotten a surgeon to cut on my genitals because I'm just so cute.
There is Donald Laub, who says that if I am to have sex that isn't lesbian sex, I should have him cut on my genitals— but only if I quit my job first.
There are the leathermen of Hellfire who say that if I want to be one of them, I must have had a surgeon cut on my genitals because Inferno is for people without vaginas.
There is David Gilbert, who says that if he cuts on my genitals, he will remove my vagina no matter what I want because otherwise he would be making a chick with a dick, and no one wants that.
There was the nontransexual gay man who told a group of FTMs how glad he is that not all of us have surgeons cut on our genitals because he likes fucking our sexy hot wetness.
There was the nontransexual gay man who told a group of FTMs how glad he is that not all of us have surgeons cut on our genitals because we are the best of both worlds— male psyches in female bodies.
There are the MTFs who tell me that if I am really transexual, I should define mmyself according to whether or not I have, or intend to have, a surgeon cut on my genitals. "Pre-op or post-op or non-op?"
Which op?
There was the social service agency director who shook my hand— the first FTM hand he had knowingly shaken— after a political meeting and asked if I'd had a surgeon cut on my genitals.
There are people in the audience at the academic trans theory talks I give who don't ask about the content of my work but do ask about whether or not I've had a surgeon cut on my genitals.
There are shrinks who tell me that if I want testosterone, I should get myself diagnosed with a mental disorder and seek a surgeon to cut on my genitals when the shrink tells me I am ready to have a surgeon cut on my genitals.
There are all those nontransexuals who tell me that if I get some surgeon to cut on my genitals, I will be mutilating myself or sinning or making myself into a monster or a freak.
There is Sheila Jeffreys, who says that Janice Raymond didn't go far enough and that surgeons should be prohibited from cutting on transexual's genitals because it is mutilation.
There are all those transexuals who tell me that if I want to have a surgeon cut on my genitals, I must believe myself to be mentally disordered or disabled or suffering from a birth defect.
There are some nontransgendered academic theorists who tell me that if I am a transexual rather than a cross-dresser or a transvestite or a butch lesbian, this must mean I want a surgeon to cut on my genitals. And they tell me that if I get a surgeon to cut on my genitals, this will show my internalized misogyny or my internalized homophobia or my lack of agency or my complicity with the medical regime, consumer capitalism, or the bipolar gender system.
There are all those transexuals who tell me that if I get a surgeon to cut on my genitals, I will no longer be a transexual but a complete man who blends into society, pays his taxes, and lives a normal life. I'm tired of listening to other people talking about whether or not I should have a surgeon cut on my genitals. And I'm also tired of people talking about whether or not my trans sisters should have some surgeons cut on their genitals. Whose genitals are these anyway?"]
Glass Sculpture By Hennie Elzinga.
Sarah Fathima Mohammed, from "nocturnes in the rain"
Mosab Abu Toha, from Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear
The Night of Enitharman's Joy (Hecate) (1795). William Blake.