Digital Collage
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Drag
. . . I was in my twenties when I realized that I, too, dressed in drag. Let me be clear, I was fine being female, never wanted to be a boy, was not even a tomboy. Though I did covet some of the boy privileges I was beginning to recognize. . . Continue reading
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Seasons
I’m thinking of posting some old collages, with some old poems. Is that a good idea, or not-so-good? Sometimes when I look back at old work, it inspires me to get back at it. Continue reading
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Gender: Anatomical?
When do we need to know someone else’s gender? Continue reading
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Gender: Ambiguity
. . . My friend and I sat silent for a bit, in discomfort. Finally I asked, “Do you know if that’s a boy or a girl?” “No, and they’ve been around too long now to ask.” . . . Continue reading
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