May 15th, 2008 Sassafras
Last Saturday Kestryl and I were wondering around Trader Joes filling our shopping cart with apples, cheese, pasta and all the rest of our favorite weekly foods when a butch walked by with pallet of bread. As pronoun passed they smiled and nodded at us! Later, when Kestryl was off grabbing us free samples the same butch now sans bread hurried back the other way but while passing, caught my eye and grinned! Now for many folks this doesn’t sound particularly special, but for me as a femme who on my own continually passes as straight, and as the partner of a passing transgender butch we are almost exclusively read as straight these moments tend to stand out.
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May 15th, 2008 maggie
Attention New York:
Go see Elizabeth Whitney in a A Day Without Sunshine this weekend!
Emerging Artists Theatre  (www.eatheatre.org)
Sunday, May 18th
4:00pm $10
Roy Arias Theatre Center
300 W. 43rd St. 5th Floor
NYC
A Day Without Sunshine
Florida, 1977. The road to Damascus is paved with orange pulp, Anita sings campy songs of salvation, and the children are finally saved… or are they?
Written and performed by Elizabeth Whitney; Directed by Mark Finley*
Q&A
This fresh comedy is set in a spiritual workshop where our host channels a Swami to answer our questions . . .is there a god? . . .paper or plastic? . . .we get hilarious pity answers and visits from more folks on the other side.
Written and performed by McNeely Myers; Directed by Maura Hanlon
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May 15th, 2008 Jenn
In the last couple of months I have come to feel much more conscious of my femme identity – not necessarily because of the clothes that I wear, but because of how much skin I show and what skin I expose.
Currently I am covered in lesions of an unknown nature to my Western doctor. Some of them are small and some of them are quite large and cannot be hidden. At first I was terribly ashamed of them, trying to cover them up by hiding the parts of my body that they’re on. But now that almost all of my body is covered with these lesions, it’s difficult to hide them. And soon it will be impossible to hide. With the warm weather about to arrive, I do not want to sacrifice ample opportunity to have fun in short skirts and skimpy tops. So what’s a femme to do but to tackle the sites of shame that make me want to hide underneath my clothing?
In turning to my disability**/queer/femme politics, I have a lot to use to take on my body shame. It’s a bit of a matrix, a puzzle of politics and ideologies mixed together. So when starting to become conscious of this riddle it’s daunting to know where to begin. I begin with asking myself, what do I actually have to be ashamed of? I haven’t quite unravelled this answer yet but I have some guesses and sources to pull from. Read the rest of this entry »
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