The Love

Okay, so I’m going to say it: I love Barack Obama. There are days I come home & worry about the uncertainty of my own life for the next couple of years, & then I see him and his rapidly-graying hair, & it consoles me to know that what I’ve got to deal with is nothing in comparison.

He’s a truly remarkable man. His talk tonight in CA was so reassuring. It amazes me that he has room to be funny while he’s dealing with all this bullshit we’re neck-deep in.

Pitiful Spectacle

This vocational guide for girls was published in 1919, a year before women got the right to vote. Note that they’re talking about adults or young adults, and hardly children. I love this passage:

“We have no right to interfere with the woman’s instinct to make herself beautiful. Rather we should encourage it, and should carefully instruct her in her impressionable years as to what real beauty is. It is almost safe to say that at present the principle by which the modern woman is guided in deciding the great questions of feminine attire is imitation. Incidentally, we may remark that nobody profits by such a mistaken foundation except the manufacturer, who moves the women of the world about like pawns on a chessboard merely to benefit his business. The society woman brings the latest thing “from Paris.” The large New York establishments sell to their patrons copies of “Paris models.” The middle-class shops and the middle-class women copy the copies. The cheap shops and the poor women copy the copy of the copy. Every copy is made of less worthy material than its model, of gaudier colors, with cheaper trimmings, until we have the pitiful spectacle of girls who earn barely enough to keep body and soul together spending their money for garments neither suitable nor durable—sleazy, shabby after a single wearing, short-lived—yet for a few ephemeral minutes “up to date.””

90 years later, & nothing has changed, has it?

Two Tune Tuesday: Happy St. Pat’s

Well it is Saint Patrick’s Day, & I’m not in NYC, but I’m still Irish, even if I have no idea where to get corned beef & cabbage here. Someone go to that shitty bar on 50th Street & 9th Avenue and have some for me, okay?


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IFGE 2009: “Disordered No More”

This year I didn’t get to IFGE & this year, Julia Serano & Joelle Ruby Ryan both went. What’s up with that? (Actually, I was expecting to be able to attend in Philly in April but they moved the whole conference to DC in February, when i was teaching too much to be able to attend.)

Either way, they & Kelley Winters presented a panel called “Disordered No More” about GID diagnosis. Lynn Conway, who was also there, has posted a ton of the information they presented, including excepts from all three of their presentations (or in some cases, the whole paper).

So for those of us who couldn’t attend, we can at least read up on their presentations, which is a very cool thing indeed.

1 of 100 Women

Pam’s House Blend reports that Mara Keisling is one of the many women who have been invited to participate in an announcement ceremony.

Mara Keisling, for those of you who don’t know, is a lesbian-identified trans woman who is also the executive director of NCTE.

(Toldja he was trans-inclusive.)

(Thanks to Pam & Diana in CT.)

In This Corner

& Here’s Endymion coming out of his favorite corner, between the nightstand, the bedroom window, & the cozy radiator.

Approximate Transition Costs (MTF)

I had a friend who transitioned a few years ago put together a list of the approximate costs. Here’s the breakdown:

  • Uncovered therapy (primary therapist–until surgery date): $2000
  • Uncovered therapy (second therapist–Randi Ettner): $450
  • Orchiectemy: $2000
  • HRT (uncovered amount until surgery): $600
  • Electrolysis (up and down god damn it): $17,000
  • Genital surgery & breast implant surgeries (round one): $25,000
  • Round 2 of surgeries: $2500

Estimated total not covered by any insurance: $49,550.

Costs not included:

  • voice (dvd)
  • entire new working wardrobe
  • moving out and setting up new apartment
  • legal fees for name change
  • eating awful hospital food for a week.