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Going slow ... Join Date: Apr 2010
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Hey Ender,
Thanks for the thread. You've hit upon something that I've been thinking about. At least I think there are some similarities. Your post was a bit long ... not complaining, but I'm reading it on a cell phone. What was triggered as I read it was the notion of the slow erasure of gender identities. A crossing of la frontera, the borders becoming less distinct. From these thoughts, I moved into the ideas posited in the utopic fiction of Octavia Butler. Again, in her work, there is this amalgam of identities. A shredding of old constructs. I find these ideas both alluring and somewhat scary. I think that one's identity is, FOR SOME, built along the socially constructed models. It is then, comfortable. One knows what is expected. But, I too do not conform in its entirety, hence my own self deprecating description as a faggy butch (actually first called that by some gay male friends and adopted it). Yet, if I do not fit into the masculinist mold entirely, how many others do not? But before I say more, can you let me know if I have at least touched upon your musings. |
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