Posted on Thu May 21 12:30:00 CDT 2015
I still have very little to comment about February's HRC Gala. It was amazing how little clue the HRC has on trans issues. And, frankly, I am tired of the marriage rights thing. They are so focused on it that they have pretty much ignored the rest of us, some of whom are struggling just ot survive, and they are going to continue doing so. As soon as the Supreme Court decision comes down, they are going to start focusing on other countries. I have a little trouble holding that against them given that being gay is a death sentence in some of these countries. At the same time I know and am trying to help trans people right here who are just struggling to survive, who face discrimination and violence every day, and who face the real possibility that some of our own governments are going to criminalize our very existence.
More commentary than I planned. No more. Instead, I provide pictures of the beautiful people I went with. We had a table of six trans women, three close allies (two married to trans women), one enby (myself), and lots of poly representation. And then we had a lovely after-party filled with drinks, games, and talking about science fiction books.
Posted on Tue May 5 11:30:00 CDT 2015 by Savanni D'Gerinel
All right, world. Let's do this!
Posted on Tue Apr 21 13:00:00 CDT 2015 by Savanni D'Gerinel
Just added a lot of suicides to my memorial page. I added entries for Sam Taub, Taylor Alesana, Blake Brockington, and Ash Haffner.
Sure, that is only five suicides in the entire country in the last three months, but those are the tip of the iceberg. We don't really know of all the rest.
It is disheartening. The common thread that I and everyone else is noticing is that all of these teenagers committing suicide are being driven to it by bullying. Tons of bullying, online and off. While I was growing up, the common theme was to stop bullying of all kinds. Bullies would, theoretically, be punished. Now, it seems that few people can be bothered to even try. Yes, Twitter, I'm looking at you.
So, I am classifying them as suicide, but I am inclined to change each suicide entry to "murder". By society.
Posted on Wed Apr 1 13:00:00 CDT 2015 by Dukes
International Transgender Day of Visibility was created to celebrate transgender identities and raise awareness for the breadth of discrimination transgender people encounter. Before this day was created, the only international recognized day for the transgender community was Transgender Day of Remembrance; which mourns the deaths of our members lost to hate crimes and suicide. We would like to recognize all the revolutionary lives that have helped pave the grounds of our liberation; especially those of Silvia Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson who were fearless leaders in the USA and often not sighted for their work in what has been coined as the “Gay Liberation Movement”.
While we thank and celebrate the participants that were able to participate in this visibility project, we also honor all those whom have given us the privilege to create this project and support our community; whether in front of the camera of behind it.
We would also like for you to take a moment to reflect on the beautiful faces in our community that are not represented in this project due to lack of safety, security, or access to participate and we do not wish to erase the lives of those not represented in these pictures. Be mindful that this is only a very small glimpse within our community, we are human, and WE DO EXIST… and we exist globally in many fabulous forms! Our community is endlessly diverse and vibrant, and we ask to be treated with dignity, respect, and autonomy and to be given rights and protection to live our lives rid of discrimination and intolerance!
Thank you TGQ ATX, and thank you Savanni for your wonderful photo skills!
Posted on Tue Mar 31 08:00:00 CDT 2015 by Savanni D'Gerinel
At the beginning of August 2nd, 2006, I looked like I thought I was a cisgender, heterosexual man.
I have always been somewhat deviant in that I was a feminist long before I was willing to adopt the word and long before I really understood what that would require of me. I liked completely egalitarian relationships, I liked powerful women. I have, through most of my life, seen various examples of toxic masculinity (going to an all-boys Catholic high school provides ample opportunities). I did not really understand what I was doing in my late teens and early twenties, but I knew beyond doubt that I did not want to follow the example these men were setting for me.
I had a terrible time figuring out what kind of man I wanted to become.
Then, in 2006, I was in a conversation with someone who said to me "You have a very androgynous air to you". The words lodged in my brain as something much more than a mere descriptor. I researched when I got home, and by the end of the night I knew what Androgyne meant, that the word applied to me, and that my girlfriend had my back. With her support, I came out to all of my social circles within a two week period. I did not come out to my family or to my work until many years later, but I likewise did not keep it a secret.
The years have passed. I do not really look so androgynous any more, but I am still an Androgyne despite my feminine presentation. Only in recent years have I gained the confidence and the courage to assert my right to walk in trans spaces. I have finally learned to set aside "not trans enough", because non-binary individuals belong there just as much as trans women and trans men.
For me, International Transgender Day of Visibility has to be about celebrating all gender identities and all gender presentations. It has to be about giving visibility to those who get erased simply because they cannot fit into the molds provided by our culture's common vocabulary. It has to be about honoring the living in all their complex glory.
Posted on Fri Mar 13 08:00:00 CDT 2015 by Savanni D'Gerinel
Just imagine trying to play Chess... when most of the pieces look the same. Oh, wait, do you see "King" written on that pawn in the back?
Posted on Wed Mar 11 13:00:00 CDT 2015 by Savanni D'Gerinel
I love bikes. I have absolutely no qualms expressing my love for bikes, and nothing really expresses my love more than the photographs I take of bicycles.
I feel joy every time I see a full rack like this.
Or bikes at rest out on a trail.
Pain when I see a fallen comrade.
This is my steed. It has served me well and I hope to keep it going for several more years. With only a single ring in the front, it doesn't quite provide the kind of hill-climbing power that I would like, so I may one day sell it to someone more interested in flatland racing. But until then, this is my machine.
I should also note that my car didn't exactly break down, but I no longer trust it to not break down. So I have not driven since the 22nd of February.
Posted on Wed Mar 4 13:00:00 CST 2015 by Savanni D'Gerinel
In theory, I write in a journal every morning. In practice, just living takes up so much time that I don't actually get around to it every morning. But this would certainly count as a very peaceful time of the day.
Posted on Tue Feb 24 10:55:00 CST 2015 by Savanni D'Gerinel
I attended the HRC Gala in Austin last Saturday night. I don't have a lot to say about it right now, but I just got the photograph taken of myself and many people whom I love dearly.
I know a hell of a lot of beautiful people in the Austin TGQ community.
Posted on Wed Feb 18 12:00:00 CDT 2015 by Cory A.
Dear you, I wonder what you saw just before bright headlights made everything dim. I wonder if you saw the mirrored grace of a reflection that was almost yours. Dear you, I wonder how the rope felt as you tied the knot that turned a closet into a coroners photograph a picture of a frame that was never truly your own. Dear you, I wonder what you heard between the chambered round ringing and the strike of the hammer. Was it a canticle chorus of "God doesn't make mistakes". Dear you, I wonder what you tasted as your fathers blade split into your stomach, the foul bitterness of his words internalized that would spill across your tongue. Dear you, I wondered what you smelled before fists made matchsticks of your nose. Could you scent the panic he said he felt before ending yours. Dear you, I wonder what you were thinking as a dark alley made you disappear. Dreams of your future lived as yourself now entombed in those shadows. Dear you, I wish I didn't have these thoughts. Dear you, I wish I didn't have to write this poem. Dear you, I wish I could outstretch my arms, Rampart my ribs and spire my spine to shield you from a world so filled with hate. But dear you, You are no longer with us. And dear you, I can only carry you in my heavy heart, my mournful thought, and my desperate prayers. So dear you, I write this as a record And hope I never have to add another line. Dear you, I write this to your memory. Dear you, I write to you with love. -- Cory A.
Cory A. is a 31 year old transgirl in Nova Scotia discovering herself and the world around her through poetry and spoken work