I've never seen a feeling I've had put so well into words. From Cyrus Dunham's A Year Without a Name.

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I've never seen a feeling I've had put so well into words. From Cyrus Dunham's A Year Without a Name.
Interview in November Magazine
https://www.novembermag.com/content/jackie-wang
Check out this interview I did with Cyrus Dunham for November Magazine, in which we discuss gender/genre, the politics of trauma, brokenness, prisons, reading, DEI grifters, and more.
Un año sin nombre - Cyrus Dunham (2021)
Durante toda su vida, Cyrus Dunham se ha sentido como un visitante en su propio cuerpo. Su vida han sido una serie de imitaciones (niñita adorable, hija, hermana, chica lesbiana) hasta que el profundo sentimiento de alienación que sentía se volvió insoportable. Moviéndose siempre entre dos identidades, Dunham nos introduce en la crisálida que es la transición de género, pidiéndonos que asistamos…
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Dunham’s debut memoir, A Year Without A Name, tells the story of his gender transition. He slowly allows himself to embody a gender other than cis womanhood, and then to pursue gender-confirmation …
“I think I was supposed to see Dunham’s becoming comfortable with transitioning, and thus more comfortable being seen in his everyday life, as his becoming comfortable with recognition on a larger scale. I was meant to realize that it wasn’t namelessness he actually wanted, but to be named in a way that felt truer to him. But I can’t accept this explanation as sufficient, because this isn’t simply a memoir of a personal journey; he makes it overtly political, until he doesn’t. He laments constantly the evils of whiteness and celebrity culture — the draw of the power they afford a person, and his revulsion toward that power. At the New York City premiere of his sister’s television show Girls, he has a panic attack, describing his inner monologue at the event in this way: “White aliens. White aliens. White aliens. The words made it hard to breathe . . . White aliens taught other aliens to succeed at all costs, to put the dissemination of one’s own message above all else. White aliens taught white aliens that to die alone or a nobody was the worst thing a woman could do.” It seems that moments like these are exacerbated by Dunham’s gender dysphoria; the world around him is oppressive, racist, and unreal, and grounding himself in his body is not even a viable option. But they are just as much about his grappling with what he’s been taught by his white forebears: “The myth that we deserved what we had. The myth that the lives of people who make things are more significant than everyone else’s.”