INTERNET.
I have fallen in love with Albert Camus.
Please recommend me people who think similarly. Art, writings, movies, anything!
I MUST ABSORB IT ALL.
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After I finish university, I am going to move to France and become a mime.
Ah, the first Google result was a tumblr…
Beautiful Libraries → Neil Gaiman’s Personal Library (The Basement, Neil Gaiman’s Home)
Take the 3D tour here.
(Source: bachelorjohnwatson)
- what am I doing with my life?
- why don’t I feel comfortable with male pronouns?
- what do ‘masculine-identified’ and ‘feminine-identified’ mean?
- why do some gender things matter and others don’t?
- how will I pay off my student debt?
- what’s the point of trying to get university degrees when none of us know what the future will look like anyway?
- what do I want to try and make my future look like?
- what if I don’t like the career choices I make?
- what if I end up unhappy forever?
- how do I stop catastrophization? and thinking that going down a certain path means no deviation from that path?
- why is there so much red tape around transitioning?
- seriously, what is it with cis people?
- how do people get up in the morning anyway?
- why does being 19 suck so much?
- why aren’t I a better activist?
- why am I such an introvert?
- where am I going anyway?
- is there such thing as questioning yourself too much?
Another one of Nicky Click and Rocco Katastrophe in the basement of Midway Cafe.
This time, laughter ensues.
Shot in Jamaica Plain, Boston, Mass. August 12, 2011.
(Actual dance party photos from this evening can be found here).
© Amos Mac
- Back from camp. Still queerig it up, don’t you folks worry.
- Successfully encouraged a kid to get up on stage and read his poetry. I was so proud. It felt like such a dad moment, which was a first for me.
- Again going through the uncertainty of: “am I just gay? am I attracted to women at all?” thing. Women are so bad ass and beautiful. I have huge respect for them. But I still can’t figure out if I want to fuck them (or have them fuck me, as it were). Oh well.
- I have decided to become a college professor. Thoughts on this welcome. I am worried about becoming complacent.
- Ignorance sucks. And it’s really hard to fight it without any back-up in a a summer camp.
- A bug crawled into my ear and bit me. I have two blisters filled with blood, one on my eardrum and one right next to it. So I can barely hear out of my right ear. I’m taking medication that is not working well. The clinic doctor referred me to a specialist. The clinic doctor says that my hearing should not be permanently damaged.
- Public pools suck. You have to walk through gendered doors to get to the pool itself. I followed my dad and brother. No one commented but I could feel a bit of tension.
- Delivering public lecture on self-care in October. Gotta start figuring out what the hell I want to say. Am curious if what I want to say will change as I start T. First endo appointment on September 7th.
- Once more with feeling: I am back from camp! Woo hoo!
Maybe I’ll just grow up and own a bookstore/coffee shop that sells books on anarchy, feminism, race, dis/ability, and queerness. There will be comfy couches and posters from radical events on the walls. The bathroom will be gender-neutral and accessible. If it’s in Montreal, it will be bilingual. The coffee will be delicious.
And I’ll do workshops and host panels on social justice. I’ll just live above my bookstore/coffee shop and keep being my fabulously queero transy gentleman self. With a partner or partners. Good plan? Y/N?
(Why yes, I do have an essay that I forgot about that I ought to be writing right now. However did you know?)
