People write blogs for all kinds of reasons. So it is with readers too. I fully appreciate that sometimes folk are going to turn up here to read about _______ (insert your favourite label from the LGB-T 'umbrella'), and they likely search around for a while and get bored and leave.
Often it occurs to me that the time has come to put the ole quill away and give this place a long rest. I mean, who should care what some person in Ontario, Canada (of all places) who should be presenting as a woman but for various reasons continues to present as a man, thinks or feels?
Well, fact is, when you make pottery, or write, or paint or take pictures, you probably do it for yourself long before anyone suggests you are a potter, writer, painter or photographer. So it is with my place here. It is a place where all of that stuff in the paragraphs above doesn't matter a bit. Here it is possible to be a person who requires no labels; me.
There are times when life seems to be sending the same information, or a theme of sorts over and over in various versions. When that happens to me, I write. The written word is the way the theme gets sorted out and made useful to me. Sometimes information comes in dreams, or during morning meditation or in a letter from a friend. More often than not, I get very lucky as I get the urge to click the link to a blog with an intriguing title on someone's reading list. Sometimes like a perfect storm, writing becomes essential.
This past week, the theme has related to a world where those who begin life struggling to accommodate a body/mind mismatch are accepted as people worthy of respect. One where we don't have to pretend, hide and/or justify ourselves, suffering labels that give society permission to 'other' us. You know, just normal stuff that everyone thinks about.
Please feel free to send me links to your own favourite article on the topic. I intend to post further, right after that writing process I referred to above happens to my satisfaction.
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Halle
Halle, I'm so sorry. I did write a lengthy comment to your post. I don't know where the words came from; they just flowed out. Unfortunately I cannot remember a word I said. When I hit the "publish" button, I lost the entire comment, and received one of those silly. "Oops, an error" messages, in French!
ReplyDeleteI cannot offer any links to which you can refer; I can only offer whatever is in my power to offer.
What a disappointment for both of us. Sometimes those 'stream of consciousness' comments are the very best.
DeletePerhaps it will flow again and you will use a safe method, some text editor for insurance to record it, then cut and paste here. I do hope so. :-)
Halle, I come here because I am another person in Ontario who should be presenting as a woman but is presenting as a man. I'm a similar age to you and just a little farther north, but not much to say for myself. Then sometimes you say it for me, and just when it most needs saying.
DeleteI expect that I will keep coming back as long as you post. Thank you.
Hello and thank you for taking the time to give me this gift this morning. If you ever feel like opening up a conversation my hotmail address is 'rushtonic'.
Delete@North of Halle - You would do well by yourself by contacting my friend, Halle. She is just full of wisdom, truth, love, and friendship. I'm guessing that there are not many of "us" up your way. A close friend is worth it's weight in gold.
ReplyDeleteCalie