Having read my Adorno, I despise leisure-time as a capitalist plot to make us believe time outside paid work is free, when the traditional 'eight hours play' is mostly spent replenishing and reproducing our capacity for labour, plus enabling us to fantasise that the time we spend outside work has an independent social meaning. (Not that anyone ever did, or really has, eight hours' play: this too, a bourgeois fantasy!) But this doesn't mean I don't have fun! I love love love to dance. I used to make zines, and maybe will again some day. I also really gardening, making delicious food, and obsessing about tv shows including Battlestar Galactica, Deadwood and Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. Recently I've also been developing a taste for cross-country skiing.
Once upon a time people looked at me and thought I was a woman for sure. Now, people look at me and think I should shave the scruff from my chin. I consider gender a pretty weird and non-binary affair. That goes for everyone, not just me. I don't truck much with labels, so 'ftm', 'transman', 'trannyguy' etc don't really apply -- unless I'm in a psychiatrist's office, requesting approval for body modification, in which case I describe myself as a man. 'Trannyboy' I will accept at a pinch, but that's just cause I am unhealthily obsessed with youthfulness. Administratively, I'm a walking contradiction.
What is this place?
A friend of mine called Monty Cantsin once referred to a sharehouse he lived in as a SPAZ -- a Semi-Permanent Autonomous Zone. SPAZ. SPAZZZZ. Say it loud, say it proud.
Why 'Going somewhere?' This weblog is all about travel. Transit, displacement, movement, in all senses of the words and in any fashion. Moving through identities, cycles, internal roadmaps. I like to think about why people move and how -- also how and why, at particular points and in particular places, people decide not to move, or are rendered immobile. Associated with that interest in movement is an enduring interest in the workings of territory: ownership and property in one direction and identity disputes, 'border wars', in a thousand other directions. I like to remember that the map is not the terrain.
Some of the things I would like to keep here:
And about the map: it's not a map, or rather, not a geographical map. It's a microscopic slide photograph of human cell tissue: a nice visual thought-explosion, I think, for the diffractions between maps of 'internalised', bodily, psychic traversals and maps of 'the world'.
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