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MY Genderqueer Manifesto!!! Sunday, July 15, 2012 The very first thing I want you to notice is that this is titled My Genderqueer Manifesto. It’s not The Genderqueer Manifesto nor even A Genderqueer Manifesto. This one is mine and no one else’s. Just like my gender(s). And like my gender, I reserve the right to modify it on a whim, to update it to reflect new knowledge, and for it to be completely nonsensical to those outside of my head. Modifications, updates, and other changes may (and likely will) be made without this document ever being updated. I am genderqueer. In that big QUILTBAG in which so many of us hang out, you can find me in the Q and the G. G for genderqueer. Q for queer. But not Q for questioning. I’m not questioning. I am the question. My life, my identity, my practices are a big fucking question mark, and I love it that way. So what’s it mean when I say I’m genderqueer? It means sure, I’m female. Except when I’m not. It means sometimes I’m a guyl too. It means sometimes I’m neither, or both, or something else entirely. It means I’m rarely a man, and even less often a woman. It means that when I fix a car or build something that I don’t feel manly or like I’m living up to the gender I wish to be… It means that if I am in a skirt or in baggy pants that I am not dressed as a female or male, I am simply dressed as me…wearing my comfortable clothes. It means you can refer to me as “he.” Or “she.” Or “ze.” Or any other personal pronoun you prefer. They’ll all be right enough, and I don’t mind any of them. Well, except maybe “it.” And, “Sir Zan” is always acceptable….as is just plain “Zan.” It means that my underarm hair is there because I am comfortable with it there. It is a combination of feminism and the guy that I am. So what does it not mean when I say that I’m genderqueer? It does not mean that I want to have my body surgically modified. Some genderqueer people do. That’s cool. It’s not for me. It does not mean that I’m under any obligation to make my identity apparent to others. Most days I’ll be in pants or jeans and a Tshirt or button down. You’ll likely not actively notice anything about my gender. It does not have any bearing on my sexual orientation. I’m mostly attracted to women, and also to other genderqueer folks. I’m sometimes attracted to guys. None of that has anything to do with my gender identity nor with my gender expression. I’m just pansexual.1 It does not mean that I feel I was born in the wrong body. I fit my body perfectly. I am my body. My gender and my body are inseparable, but that doesn’t mean that I let others assignation of gender to my body limit me. Sometimes I am extremely extroverted, and quite flamboyant…. and other times quiet, but rarely. But no matter my expression, I am always genderqueer. Even when you can’t see my queerness, it is there. It is who I am. It is how I am. Forget that if you prefer. My queerness is not your responsibility, and it does not need your recognition. But forget it at the risk of failing to see and understand me. Queer is a territory of tension, defined against the dominant narrative of white-hetero-monogamous-patriarchy, but also by an affinity with all who are marginalized, otherized and oppressed. Queer is the abnormal, the strange, the dangerous. Queer involves our sexuality and our gender, but so much more. It is our desire and fantasies and more still. Queer is the cohesion of everything in conflict with the heterosexual capitalist world. Queer is a total rejection of the regime of the Normal. Toward The Queerest Insurrection I refuse to let myself be managed and policed and limited by narrow, binary gender. I am both/and/neither/nor. I am “Yes, ma’am,” “Yes, sir,” and “I don’t know what to call you.” I am a walking, talking, living, breathing question mark exploding every binary that tries to catch me.
How to keep autonomy alive in a relationship.
My Tmate video…. what it’s like to be the partner of someone in transition.
Saying goodbye to your old self after/during transitioning
Where do the labs which produce testosterone gels and injections and pills get the testosterone to begin with? Is it synthetic? Does it come from animals or cadavers? Is there a line formed outside with men being paid to donate as there is for donated blood and plasma? I just was curious… I haven’t been able to find info regarding this via google, and wondered if anyone even knows.