Is blogging the exhibitionist stepsister of journalling? Probably not if it's done properly but it's an art I'm new to so bear with me as I experiment.
After last thursday's class the entire foundation of my identity crumbled away and I spent the weekend shopping for men's boxer briefs and stick on mustaches. Okay, maybe not... but the mustache idea IS tempting...
After last thursday's class the entire foundation of my identity crumbled away and I spent the weekend shopping for men's boxer briefs and stick on mustaches. Okay, maybe not... but the mustache idea IS tempting...
Before I stick the other foot in I'll share a bit about myself and hopefully justify any cheekiness that might seep into my discussions of gender, sexuality, and politics. This is a very relevant class for me as a fourth year Education Student with an English Major and Social Studies minor. Even more so this class is important to me as a sexually fluid woman. I tend to be pigeonholed as a... oh God can I say it aloud... lesbian. However, I sincerely agree with Ren that "attraction should be allowed to happen between anyone" (Ren's Nest). I am comfortable in ambiguity but have also come to acknowledge the necessity of alternative faces and voices in politics. I'm excited to see how these faces and voices are present in the literature we read.
What I really did this weekend was dive into Girl Meets Boy by Ali Smith. The book deserves a post of it's own so instead I'll share a song that really ties in with Thursday's debate on what gender and sexuality really are. Debate might not be a fair word; I think we are negotiating boundaries of belonging in this class. Just like the characters in the song? I'll let you interpret.
Her Space Holiday - Match Made In Texas Lyrics
