It’s funny—I thought I knew what it meant, but I realize I really didn’t, largely because I collapsed “transexual” with “transgender.”
I went to an LGBT clinic that has a sliding scale for blood tests. Even if I didn’t identify as L,G,B or T, I was extremely welcome at the place. And my gay male nurse practitioner was great. It was an experience to be able to feel I fit in this kind of context even when I haven’t tagged a label on myself.
Nov 16, 07:19PM PST | 0 comments
It’s funny how things are slowly coming together, and I still doubt myself. Because it is because there is nothing concrete—there are school prospects, housing prospects, even a job prospect. I can almost see a “package” of elements coming together for me to actually stay here.
And yet I wonder if this is the right thing to do. A part of me thinks staying here and following this set-up (which, again, is a prospect and not concrete) would be great, yet another part of me wants to break with everything and explore. It almost feels like as if I should break out from my comfort zone and go somewhere entirely different—like as if it my calling to pack up and go.
But why then are things coming together like they are, even in theory?
Nov 16, 07:15PM PST | 2 cheers | 0 comments
If there is anything I have been steadily working on, its this.
I want to have 14-15 pieces by December 1 to submit with my art school applications.
I want to finish my painting, as well as one more bone drawing, one more human figure drawing, and one bicycle drawing. If I am able to get something done over at my grandmother’s, that would be fabulous. But right now, it’s coming to the end of the wire.
Nov 16, 07:10PM PST | 0 comments
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