I’ve had some interesting discussions on the back of examining trans rage; sadly, even in the talks with the more enlightened people, we inevitably end up back at base camp; going over the same old ground, the tedious trans 101 stuff.
And, with the best will in the world, I just don’t have the heart for another turn on that particular fairground roundabout. Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt.
I’m writing this in a peculiarly deflated mood; if my rage was a sharp knife, its edge now feels distinctly blunted.
At the same time, I also know I need to dig deeper into the subject of trans rage – there are a couple of quotes in the Susan Stryker essay I’d like to put up here; I also found something on intersectionality that I want to look at again.
Just not right now, not tonight.
Pfft. I’m going to bed.
ETA – Saturday morning: I just get really fed up going over the same old stuff, time after time after time. This isn’t to have a go at anyone especially, more that it just seems to be the way of any discussion anywhere about trans issues, we just never seem able to progress beyond square one.
I guess this is just The Way Things Are. Doesn’t make it right, or even wrong, particularly, it’s just how it is.
It just gets me down, is all.
Right. I have to get organised now. Regular hairdressers appointment this morning out at Windsor – go me and my self-hyper-feminization – but it’s always nice to escape London for a couple of hours. Windsor’s a pretty place when the sun’s out, the girls in the salon are always fun, I’m accepted as I am, no po-mo structuralist analyses of the existence of trans ppl required.
Plus it’s a chance for a spot of retail therapy. Hairdressers and shopping: these are the real big issues, the serious stuff, eh :)