Because it’s Södergran time again.
Larissa Glasser’s F4 is filthy, bizarre, ultra-violent, and hyper-(trans-)sexual, and I’m sure it’s meant to be all those things.
A requiem for a man that’s not in my life anymore.
There’s a list, and on the 20th of November, that list gets read (aloud) by many trans people around the world, in remembrance of their departed siblings. #TDoR2018
The Female Man wants very badly to be a hysterical novel, but by design, and not spontaneously, it flails about in its confusion, hurting not just itself but the reader as well.
The circle of manhood is at the center of the circle of life, which is bound by death.
Like my own Shahrazad, I’ve told myself 1,001 stories to keep myself distracted from (doing) bad things.
I was banned from my local trans organisation for being too political. As you might expect, I have some thoughts on that.
The ugly, The bad, The good, The list™
My translation: Edith Södergran - “Framtidens skugga” (1920)