No, I don't mean getting out of your relationship--I mean getting out of the closet! I recently wrote an article on coming out of the poly closet, but there is still so much more to say. The different levels of being out, who to come out to, why to come out and why to stay in the closet. But sometimes coming out poly also means coming out bisexual, or gay, or genderqueer, et cetera. And then there is the "coming out" that is not poly at all (or swinging, or open, or whatever). How do you tell your parents that you may have been born female but you identify as male? How does a stone butch tell her girlfriend that she's stone? Is it hard? Easy?
I would love to hear your thoughts, stories, and input on this topic. x-posted at a few places.Post from mobile portal m.livejournal.com
This is my new video!
I've upped the quality a bit by using natural light, I know shitty, jerky videos are a pain in the arse to watch.
This is a selection of rants about feminism, sexist facebook groups and transphobic letters in the newspaper. Let's hope you find it entertaining.
Here is my latest genderqueer-discursive youtube video!
My wife and I don't believe in gender. Not really. Sometimes it seems like the whole world is so hung up on gender, so afraid of their own sexuality. We both have this insatiable desire for personal/sexual expression, but in this society, that tends to translate into apprehension, fear, and antisocial behavior. Way back in the stoneage (remember the 90's?) there was this freak badge of honor many of us loved to wear. Turns out all those freaky kids were really just a bunch of squares. And to tell the truth, I'm tired of feeling like a freak. I'm not a freak. I'm just a human who has an understanding of my own primal nature. Or some bullshit like that. Not to get all serious, I mean, I don't really take myself all that seriously, and I certainly can't call myself gay, or straight, or trans, and lately I don't even feel comfortable calling myself queer. I used to say I was a dike, but that's not right either. I don't wanna call myself anything. I don't want to call you anything either. Does this frustrate anyone else? If there's safety in numbers, is there any hope for our sense of security and acceptance?
I'm really sorry if any of you are members of all of the communities I posted this to...