I have spent the past four days in Chicago. After four months and sixteen days away, it was fabulous beyond words to be back. It felt so right. As I started recognizing buildings and street names, it felt a little like coming home. I’m not sure I’d realized how much I miss the city of Chicago, not just the people I love within it.
I lived in Chicago for about nine months — not really all that long a time — and yet it has made such an impact on my life. When people ask me where I’m from, I’ll generally tell them that I’m currently living in the eastern suburbs (of the Twin Cities) but that I spent most of the past year in Chicago (if it seems relevant, I’ll add that I’m originally from the Twin Cities, but I went out east to college near Philly). For whatever reason, Chicago has really captured my heart in a way I never expected. Continue reading
After being in Minnesota for nineteen meetings, I was finally able to be at a Genderqueer Chicago meeting last night, and it made me so ecstatic that I could barely contain myself. So many sparkle fingers. I just kept repeating how happy I was to be there, to be with everyone — to finally be back. I also realized how much being at the meeting helps me to clarify my thoughts about the topics (and to introduce new ideas). Continue reading
I’ve been a bit pressed for time this week and last, due to my new 40-hour-a-week job and 70 mile roundtrip commute each day. So, today’s going be a brief little post highlighting a couple cool restroom-related websites. I’ve posted time and time again about how dangerous public restrooms can be for trans and gender non-conforming folks, how unnecessary it is that restrooms are gendered, and how terrifying and infuriating restroom-policing can be when I’m out with friends. Here are a few projects that try to address these problems. Continue reading
Posted in Chicago, Rambles, Trans/Queer
Tagged Chicago, gender non-conforming, Genderqueer Chicago, national, online, postaday2011, restrooms, trans, Trans-Friendly Bathrooms Initiative
I was sitting on the beach, looking out over the water when a very curious and ridiculously adorable young person peeked out over the side of the bench.
“How come youre dressed like that? BOYS are supposed to wear ties and vests”
“Well, sometimes people are more than just boys or girls.” I replied.
Suddenly this little creature staring up at me got very serious. Eyes wide and lips trembling, it formed a question…
“Like faeries?” it held its breath
And this is it, this was the moment when everything clicked for both of us. I reached down to the pouch on my belt. I grabbed a pinch of my glitter and i leaned down…
“Exactly like faeries.” A wink and a blow.
PeterDangerNoble wrote an post for Genderqueer Chicago a few years ago regarding the Toilet Revolution, and it was wonderful. I’ve included several of my favorite parts to begin and end this post. The Toilet Revolution, according to the Genderqueer Chicago blog, was “a city-wide theatre event intended to challenge gendered bathrooms and the policing of gender non-conforming people who get accosted when trying to pee.” Continue reading
EXPLORING TRANS — THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 16, 2010, 4:19 AM
No, I’m not referring to the TV show. I’m actually talking about a group I recently joined here, Genderqueer Chicago. I’ve only been to two meetings, but it is changing my life. I know that sounds incredibly hyperbolic and melodramatic, but I’m actually serious. Continue reading
Posted in Chicago, Exploring Trans, Trans/Queer
Tagged Chicago, community, Exploring Trans, friends, gender, genderqueer, Genderqueer Chicago, postaday2011, queer, recognition, trans, transgender
Genderqueer Chicago (GqC) is actually one of the reasons why I moved to Chicago in the first place — I’d found their blog last spring, and the prospect of being involved with such a group was incredibly exciting. And now, they’re one of the biggest reasons why I am having such a hard time with the idea of leaving Chicago. Today is my last Genderqueer Chicago meeting. Continue reading
Posted in Chicago, Life, Trans/Queer
Tagged celebration, Chicago, community, fears, friends, gender, genderqueer, Genderqueer Chicago, gratitude, moving, trans, transgender, triumph
Even as I begin to plan out my life in Minneapolis, the idea of actually leaving everyone in Chicago about whom I care so much — and everything continuing on without me — tears at my heart. My emotions are all over the place; I’m constantly on the verge of tears. I started to cry twice on Friday alone while I was out and about. At the same time, it almost doesn’t seem real. This was my last weekend in Chicago; this will be my last week in Chicago, and I just don’t believe it. The idea of simply no longer seeing people I currently see on a regular weekly basis (or even more frequently) is a concept I can’t quite wrap my mind around. Yes, this move need not be forever. Yes, I can still visit. But it’s not the same, and I’ve never been very good at saying goodbye. Continue reading
What can I learn from you
In your lifetime, in what you’ve been through
How’d you keep your head up and hold your pride
In an insane world how’d you keep on tryin’
One life can tell the tale
That if you make the effort, you can not fail
By your life you tell me it can be done
By your life’s the courage to carry on Continue reading
Posted in Chicago, Life, Music, Trans/Queer
Tagged gender, genderqueer, Genderqueer Chicago, heroes, masculinity, music, trans, transgender
Actually the title of this post is a bit of a joke–whenever a person creates a new blog on WordPress, the demo first post is called “Hello World,” which always (this is my third WordPress blog, so I’ve a little experience with those posts) makes me think of the lovely Kate Bornstein‘s wonderful book Hello, Cruel World: 101 Alternatives to Suicide for Teens, Freaks, and Other Outlaws.
In other news, I am now in Chicago! I moved into the apartment (by which I actually mean, “my amazing parents moved me into the apartment, along with help from my two fabulous roommates”) a while ago. And (drumroll, please) I have successfully managed to take care of myself on my own since then. While this may not seem like an achievement, it certainly feels like one, given that I’ve actually never had an apartment before (thank my excellent relationship with my parents and the fabulous castles . . . I mean, dorms . . . at the Mawr). Continue reading