^ Click through to read more! You can contribute via Twitter (“submission tweets must include the hashtag #MNGW”), post an answer to the initial question to the blog link above by commenting, or e-mail (mynewgenderworkbook at gmail dot com). The first question is “What’s your gender?” and more will be coming in the future. This is all to help in the updating of My Gender Workbook by Kate Bornstein.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT? from tumblrbot
i don’t participate in the construction hierarchies by picking favorites.
‘For instance,’ [Meryl Streep] says, forking at a bread-crumbed oyster, ‘we are taught about Benedict Arnold, the first traitor in America, but I’ve never heard—until I went onto the [National Women’s History Museum] Web site—about Deborah Sampson, the first woman to take a bullet for her nation. She was 21 years old in the Revolutionary War. She enlisted on the American side under a man’s name, wore boys’ clothing, was cut with a British saber across her forehead, and took a musket ball in her thigh.’ She’s a good storyteller, with a warm, urgent voice. ‘And her compatriots carried her six miles to the doctor’s, and he stitched up her head and she wouldn’t let him take her pants off—because he would discover she was a woman!’ So did she die of her wound? ‘No—she was very good with her needle, so she cut the musket ball out and sewed her own leg up and served another eighteen months. In 1783 she was discharged, went home and had three children.’ Sampson was granted £34 by the state of Massachusetts for exhibiting ‘an extraordinary instance of feminine heroism by discharging the duties of a faithful, gallant soldier, and at the same time preserving the virtue and chastity of her sex unsuspected and unblemished.’ Amazing story. ‘And I am 60 years old and I learn this story,’ says Streep. ‘I should have learned that story in the fourth grade. Because it helps you as a child to know that it is not just Paul Revere riding a horse and calling, ‘The British are coming, the British are coming.’ It’s not just Benjamin Franklin and George Washington and the battles won, it’s the bravery of all these people that are undiscovered, unknown.’
I say that intentionally.
I am not a lesbian. Not bi. Not straight. Not pan. Not gay.
I am queer. Intentionally. I intentionally use this term although others may apply.
Because being queer is political. It is fucking shit up. It is reconstructing broken elements. It is loving multiple sexes…
What I really want to say to the public, to the blogosphere, to whoever reads this, with all my hemming and hawing about my gender is not what gender I am. What I really want to say is that it’s okay to hem and haw about your gender, or about the way you express that gender. There’s a lot of possibilities—including never knowing for sure—and not one of them makes you less of a person.