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No Tongue, No Hands, No Voice
Julie Taymor's movie Titus is about ninety shades of spectaculary fucked-up. It's a recreation of the Shakespeare play Titus Andronicus, which is one of the bloodiest, wildest, most over-the-top Shakespeare plays ever. The Taymor version is significantly odd: the play is anachronistic (some of it looks uber-mod, and some of it looks like war and ( Read more... ) -
Transloneliness.
"Transloneliness" is a term I coined for myself a long time ago. It only pops up rarely - moments when I feel like I am so all alone on this path, without anyone to look to for support or even without anyone to tell me I'm making the right decisions for myself - and it usually only happens when I think of my....very close friend and spirit-mate, ( Read more... ) -
Faith History.
A friend of mine requested I make a post detailing my particular spiritual path, so - for I am an accomodating creature when possible - I decided it would be interesting to write out and see where I've come, as well as where I've been. I'm curious as to what paths other people have/are taking, as well, if you feel like sharing.
I in no way believe ( Read more... ) -
....okay. Maybe there's a time and a place for black humor, maybe not.
Luce (my sister) went in to wake Mark up today, and he didn't move. At all. When she shook him, he moaned and whimpered and said he was glad she could be with him at the end, and Luce freaked and started calling for Mom.
Mark cracked open one eye and said, "Gotcha. I'm not dead yet. Jesus."
Luce announced that being a cancer patient apparently ( Read more... ) -
The Talk. Oh, and Jehovah's Witnesses Came Today! (and they could not leave fast enough).
I made Mark and I coffee today. Sat him down. He was excited, really almost childishly pleased. Said he was glad I wanted a "brotherly" moment. Okay. Fine. Brotherly moment it is. I said I wanted to talk to him if he was willing to listen.
And I told him, very gently and lovingly, that I am who I am, I love who I am, and it's hurtful to me ( Read more... ) -
Andro Rage.
I'm sorry.
I'm not sorry. Fuck you.
Fuck you for using your illness as an excuse to justify your biases and your hatred and your judgmental fucking nature.
Fuck you for daring to even imply that any transgendered victim of a hate crime had it coming.
Fuck you for refusing to acknowledge me.
Fuck you for making me into a male phantom-brother that you ( Read more... ) -
Beauty.
This picture is so, so aesthetically pleasing and perfect and rich to me in ways I can't even entirely understand. <3 I love it. Something about it is evocative and lush and androgynous and gorgeous. Clicky to make big!
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A little irreverence for your day.
Some of you have already had the privilege of seeing this video, or you've seen it through friends of mine who've been infected by the disease; but it's also worth going to see again. Essentially, it's a hysterical, hilarious, oh-so-wrong retelling of Genesis 19 - the Sodom and Gomorrah chapter. I die every time I watch it.
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(Untitled)
"What terrifies you?"
To be touched.
To remember.
I gave nothing to myself.
I never used to fear love
until my body was being dragged into the sea...
"Quid Vides," Unto Ashes
I wonder if it is common to androgynes or to the human condition to feel alien. A friend told me, once, that the genderqueers of the world were antennae for the deepest ( Read more... ) -
Co-opted paganism.
I'm not one to impinge on people's faiths, or to demand they practice theirs in the same way I do mine.
But so help me, I went to a mall today and ran into about 900....fluffbunny pagans. All of them wearing pentagrams/pentacles (couldn't have explained what the damn things meant if they tried), all of them clutching little fairy notebooks from Hot ( Read more... )
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