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Pride Memories
Jun 27th
Today is Pride Day in Minneapolis, so I suppose this would be a good time to share a “queerstory.”
When I was 10-years-old, Sasha and I had been in a cute puppy love relationship for about eight months. We mostly goofed around and did normal kid things. What made this a “romance” was my insistence that I would marry Sasha and the occasional kiss on the hand. I didn’t really understand the concept of marriage, but I knew that I wanted to be with my best friend more than anyone else. I knew Sasha was completely smitten with me because he’d let me pull his hair and taunt him with silly insults. I did not realize that Sasha was a boy until the day when I played keep-away with a paper airplane after school.
At first, I was very confused as to why Sasha would dress up like a girl if he was a boy. I didn’t have the vocabulary to describe my feeling, but I realized that Sasha’s gender matter to me when it came to love.
I’m looking forward to Pride. Sasha will probably bitch about the parade being an embarrassment to “normal” queers. He will bitch about how the only appropriate place to wear obscene clothing is Burning Man. The ball and chain will complain incessantly about all the show tunes, disco and techno that will undoubtedly invade our ears during the celebrations. Fortunately, Laisa and a few of her gothy friends are planning a special party to counteract the perky music. I wonder how Sasha will react when he realize that we will be the main act?
While I still remember, I better make sure everything is still good to go for Burning Man.
Introducing Project Pastiche
May 18th
As many of you have probably noticed from either following this blog or reading the memoirs, I am a beautiful Anqallyt (maritime Chukchi) two-spirit girl stuck in the body of a fat and white gay man. I was born somewhere between male and female and I was raised by an adoptive parent who understood exactly how I felt about my gender. When I hit puberty, my body decided to play a sick practical joke on me, and turned my ambiguous female-ish-ness into the full male package. This made me into an angry, self-loathing, anti-Semitic and anti-hetero-male, lying jerk. Christianity thankfully saved me from myself, but my religious conversion did not solve my physical problems.
I tried for most of my life to accept myself for what I was. Unfortunately, being “myself” made me miserable. After much prayerful consideration and counseling, I realized that I needed to be the cute and magical androgyne woman that the Lord created, and not the “maleness” that a hormonal imbalance forced upon me. For this reason, I decided to fix this major health problem in a medical manner, now that I have the means to do so. I am so grateful that G-d has inspired so many miracles in science that allow me to be myself again.
I can truly sympathize with those of us out there who have to deal with gender issues. Now, that I have shared my story in brief, I want to get to the point of this post.
Lance, a friend of a friend. He is a stranger to me, but he is having to deal with an equally painful, yet much different gender identity disorder issue. Lance has a husband, a daughter and a pretty decent life, so I can identify with him on many levels. Unlike me, Lance does not have the funds necessary to take care of his painful health problem. This is really unfortunate and it needs to be corrected. Please take a chance to visit Lance’s website, Project Pastiche, and read his story. If you can spare a few bucks to help him out, send them on over. You’ll be glad you did.
Bless you!
