Tag Archives: Kate Bornstein

Three Months Until Top Surgery!

Exactly three months from today, I’m going to have top surgery! I am so excited. After having tentatively decided on half a dozen different dates over the past month, it feels so good to finally have scheduled it. It feels like I have been waiting for so long. It’s also exactly six months to the day after my friend had his surgery, which feels like a good sign.

It is also almost exactly two years after I met Kate Bornstein (stay with me; I promise this is relevant). Continue reading

Beta Wolf Behavior

Posted at 8:24 PM, FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 13, 2009

I was talking to Kate Bornstein the other day (yup, that Kate Bornstein. Yeah, I know, that’s kinda the coolest thing I’ve ever been able to say). She mentioned something she called “beta wolf behavior” — a survival mechanism, a way to protect oneself in a hostile environment. Essentially, beta wolf behavior is making oneself really vulnerable and inoffensive, like a really cute puppy, rolling around on its back and exposing its belly — “I’m vulnerable; I’m showing you my throat, and you could kill me, but you don’t want to because I’m just so dang cute! You don’t want to hurt me because I’m just so cute and adorable.” Continue reading

Hello, Cruel World

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