So slack, I know.

He’s got a rod beneath his coat
gonna ram right down your throat
make you grovel on the floor
spit, bump, and scream and beg for more

First, I direct you to the Cuir Underground archives, to peruse Gayle Rubin’s playlist from fisting parties at the Catacombs club in San Francisco from 1975-81.

(Edit: do they not look like the biggest leather queens you ever saw?)

Second, I direct you to this page, where, if you like, you can read the newest version of my thesis chapter plan. Which is my work, not to reproduced anywhere else. Please do comment, though, if you like.

I’ve been writing like crazy this week, sleeping far less than adequate hours, feeling alternately groggy and work-drenched. Kim Beazley is an ass. (A. tells me that I should write, ‘arse’, but that word is way too good for him.) This week I found that people in Argentina, South Africa, and the UK (not to mention Australian and the US) are writing about trans citizenship. I’ve got this crazy idea to put on some kind of trans citizenship symposium a la Long Sunday, sometime in the future.

Also Battlestar Galactica is screening on US television in less than a month — squee — and I’m about to turn 31 20.

[Edit: chest pic link taken down, after unwanted interaction with creepy person.]

This is an ad made by the International Gay and Lesbian Association about same-sex parenting. Take careful note of the minimalist decor, the civilised domestic performance of spaghetti eating (is that a spot of basil pesto on that fork?) and the well-tailored look of all three protagonists. Now listen to the civilised voiceover with its reassuring pedagogical message of ‘difference’:

“Children of homosexuals do not necessarily become homosexuals.”

I made a new category specially for this post. It’s called the “First Up Against the Wall Department.” Because in the event of a revolution, an uprising or even a little day-trip to Belgium, where ILGA is based, these people would be. Although I think we could come up with something a great deal more painful than shooting, don’t you?

Self-Organizing Men: Conscious Masculinities in Time and Space

The roles of paradox and incoherence in the construction and maintenance of the masculine self remains unexplored in both gender and men’s studies. Self-Organizing Men — through poetry, visual images, prose and humor — seeks to understand how paradox and the failure to adhere to a unitary self creates opportunities for sustained connections to sexual love, the penis, childhood, and vulnerability as well as disrupts traditional transsexual narratives of masculinity and the gendered body.

You should totally buy this book. Not only because it has ever-so-slightly porno essay in it by your truly, but because it’s chock-full of great writing and art, and it’s also the first book from Homofactus Press. So you’re not only reading great new trans writing, you’re also supporting small presses.

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