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Friday, February 20th, 2004
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3:30 pm - figs and phantoms
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when i was younger, i read Figs and Phatoms by Ellen Raskin (author of Dear Mr. Henshaw). it's a wonderful and unusual story written generally for younger readers, in which the narrator's gender is never revealed. i myself didn't even notice this until the idea was mentioned in the book itself, as the narrator speaks of noticing it in a book he/she read him/herself! it was interesting to me to find that i had assumed the narrator female. maybe the fact that the book was written by a female was a factor. either that stuck in my subconscious, or she really did have some characteristically female was of writing perhaps.
this is something you might find fun to read, even as an adult. though the focus is not at all on gender or orientation, the very fact that the main character remained completely gender-neutral in a whole book was just fascinating to me.
i unfortunately could not find this on amazon.com to offer a link, but you can try your local library.
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| Tuesday, February 17th, 2004
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1:32 pm - Hermaphrodite Anxiety
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| Sunday, January 11th, 2004
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8:02 pm - human merchandise
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it's annoying that so many items for purchase be split into two very distinct and very specific groups: male and female. for a "man" and for a "woman." or "for a man or a woman." it doesn't suffice to say "for people," and humans can apparently not decide for themselves what is best for them, and need to be told what to choose, on the basis of what's in their pants.
this looks to be just another social forcing of gender identities (and need for any at all).
thank you icantcry for the beautiful icon.
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| Saturday, December 27th, 2003
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4:31 am - snack alone
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my own insides are eating themselves to a raw pulp. i feel my feet soaking up my own blood. i look down and have to wonder if it's from my having taken a knife and eunucized myself to induce a mimicked menses, or if i stabbed at the natural wound of an existing womb in hatred wanting it dead.
my dreams tend to vary in their points, though they only come in four flavors.
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| Sunday, December 21st, 2003
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1:58 pm
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