I blog wander often and I’ve spotted some (fairly) recent posts in other’s blogs that discuss identity in its various forms, and since I find it pertinent to that rather insufficient and pretty vague post I made myself on identity the day before, “Sploosh” being the title, I wanted to, well, give a heads up that other people have been pondering and voicing their opinion on the same types of things. Besides, I like how clear they are, which is a definite contrast to moi, and it’s something I need to work on.


Link post titled A Question Of Authenticity
At Pandanose

Link post titled Judging Authenticity
At A Weblog

Link post titled Gendered/Sexual/Fragments
At Sexual Ambiguities

Words that got me all a-twitter;

“I demand the right to be partial, to be fragmented, contradictory or just plain fucked up. I demand it…and I am done apologising.”

and

“Being is not, cannot, be fixed, is necessarily translated across space and time and it does not remain unmodified by that translation (what am I becoming? A different version of queer, I think).”
-Emily at Sexual Ambiguities

(As an aside, Emily’s other posts kick ass as well from what I see. Go, read! I wanted to link to ‘passing’ but that’s more of an excerpt from a book type of thing, one which I’m now pining for. Bah.)

So many beautiful minds and interesting thoughts, at the rate m’going this blog’ll be more like one long list linking everywhere instead of a place for my own mutating ideas.

Also, with regards to the “Sploosh” post below, again, I prolly need to clear a few things up, but one is on the top of my head at the moment.

Masculine and feminine. Hm. These two words suggest to me that there’s two sexes. To me, they hang off ‘male’ and ‘female’ like a moldy shroud, because they seem to be a type of qualifier based on behavior that’s assumed to be an extension of biological sex. And that no matter an action, a way to dress or a thought, it ‘has’ to fit into one category or the other.

Like, hm, a woman would be feminine because she was female, but the degree of that femininity could vary widely. I see femme and butch as, well, -not-having-the-same-definition as femininity and masculinity.

To me, (And feel free to voice your opinion, I won’t step on ya, promise) the words femme and butch can be used to describe anyone who’s displaying a set of behaviors that’s associated with a sex but that the behaviors aren’t inherent to that sex.

*You know, I’ve got this sneaking suspicion that everyone else has already dealt with their own version of these words and what they mean to them, and that I’m just nattering on for my own benefit while Possible Anonymous Readers roll their eyes and wonder if I’ll ever catch up to whatever current topic is being discussed today. Not that I mind, but it makes me wonder if you all just want me to stick these kinds of posts in ‘Draft’ and pick sumthin’ else. Not that I would, but self-doubt, eh, it can be a killer.

-P.P.P
(Pardon, Personal Pondering)

-And is it just me, or is there an influx of hot Mormons in the Valley? It’s like, whomever sends ‘em out to discuss religion and convert here makes sure they’re in their late teens to mid-twenties and conventionally good looking. There’s gotta be Mormons who go door to door that’re middle aged and older, but I just haven’t seen them yet.

Although…the looks-thing reminds me of the Venus Flytrap, only with people, because once they spot you, they want to talk to you, but you can’t get a good look at them unless you get close enough, and then they see you and you can’t politely leave without feeling a bit bad because they took time out of their day to talk to ya. Bah humbug.

It’s like, there’s eye candy right-over-there, but if I go downstairs they’ll want my attention for the next few hours. Religion is one of the things I refuse to discuss in ‘real life’ unless I know someone well, and even then it’s iffy, ‘cuz most people try and override opinions when something that personal is discussed. As apposed to Jehova’s Witnesses, who send out people my mother’s age to talk about religion and convert. Yes, yes, I know there’s prolly younger door-to-door people as well, but again, I haven’t spotted them in this area.

Now, you might be thinking, what’s the harm in talking? I, too, thought that way once upon a time. But the last time I talked to the door-to-door people, a few months later the same guys spotted me across a hospital parking lot, called my name to get me to stop and zoomed over uninvited when I was in a hurry, and if there’s two things I hate, it’s people I don’t know chasing me down, in public no less, and people trying to keep me in one spot when I have pressing business elsewhere. Not being able to see who you’re talking to unless they’re a few feet away really puts a kink in making a graceful exit, in my not-so-humble-opinion.