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“When I was a boy I thought a life just happened, or was there to find. Wars were aberrations. Poems were another generation’s. I didn’t realize you made it up, you made them up, And that the self was not an object but an act, A sequence of decisions bound together by a noun But with the feel of fact.”

— John Koethe, from “Collected Poems,” in Sally’s Hair (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)

long time no see tumblr. 26 now. real life archaeologist. still live love laughing as a slutty gay transsexual man.

#and now im blogging about it #me #twitter exodus

imhappylaplz

especially lately I’m on twitter wishing it had more of a tumblr vibe, and so once again I find myself here. will it last? who’s to say.

anyways, I turn 25 in two weeks. (have I really been using this site in some capacity for a decade now?) seems a better journal than any of the paper ones I’ve tried to keep, at least. I finished my anthropology degree last spring, went to an archaeology field school. landed a job in my town doing arch survey in October. I finished moving into my apartment a couple weeks ago.

Life’s weird. You know that.

#and now im blogging about it

shiftythrifting

I feel like this blog is dead but on the off chance it ever returns, I found Beetpoot being held in the air by a mildly unsettling man on a vintage Christmas card

sophatter-moved

thot this might be relatable lads

natalieweepoetry

I kneel into a dream where I am good & loved. I am good. I am loved. My hands have made some good mistakes. They can always make better ones.

Natalie Wee, “Least of All,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (Amazon / Goodreads)

#words #poetry

wow five years of testosterone for this tr@nsse%u@| f@g?0t 😳

#selfies #that’s me!#and now im blogging about it #ftm selfie #is that still a good tag for this I don’t remember how this app works #my face

autonomystic

Susan Stryker, “My Words to Victor Frankenstein Above the Village of Chamounix: Performing Transgender Rage,” 1993:

The affront you humans take at being called a “creature” results from the threat the term poses to your status as “lords of creation,” beings elevated above mere material existence. As in the case of being called “it,” being called a “creature” suggests the lack or loss of a superior personhood. I find no shame, however, in acknowledging my egalitarian relationship with non-human material Being; everything emerges from the same matrix of possibilities. “Monster” is derived from the Latin noun monstrum, “divine portent,” itself formed on the root of the verb monere, “to warn.” It came to refer to living things of anomalous shape or structure, or to fabulous creatures like the sphinx who were composed of strikingly incongruous parts, because the ancients considered the appearance of such beings to be a sign of some impending supernatural event. Monsters, like angels, functioned as messengers and heralds of the extraordinary. They served to announce impending revelation, saying, in effect, “Pay attention; something of profound importance is happening.”

Hearken unto me, fellow creatures. I who have dwelt in a form unmatched with my desire, I whose flesh has become an assemblage of incongruous anatomical parts, I who achieve the similitude of a natural body only through an unnatural process, I offer you this warning: the Nature you bedevil me with is a lie. Do not trust it to protect you from what I represent, for it is a fabrication that cloaks the groundlessness of the privilege you seek to maintain for yourself at my expense. You are as constructed as me; the same anarchic womb has birthed us both. I call upon you to investigate your nature as I have been compelled to confront mine. I challenge you to risk abjection and flourish as well as have I. Heed my words, and you may well discover the seams and sutures in yourself.