Decidedly Obscure Human Complaints.

The epic flier for Monday’s Tranadu “musical on ice” without, uh, ice. I’m excited! I will post more as soon as midterms are over but, in the meantime, this experience will go a long way in helping me overcome my in-front-of-audience anxiety. Baby steps!

2 Years & 2 Months on Testosterone Cypionate (0.6 mL every 2 weeks)

I think people tend to be really obsessed with transgender people’s physical configurations. But transgender is a condition of the spirit, you know? There’s something very reductive that tends to occur in perceiving transgender people and even gay people, in that society tends to want to reduce them, in almost a crude way, around an obsession with their sexuality or even their genital configuration, which has—there’s a kind of a cruelty to that…  … it’s much more subtle and there’s a lot more potential there within each of those children and within each of those adults that remains unacknowledged and sometimes even unexplored, because people, even individuals, fall victim to society’s impression of them or society’s reduction of them. And what you tend to notice about a transgender kid, you know, they’re usually the ones that are kind of dancing by themselves in a little circle of light, and they see colors more brightly, and they’re very sensitive to the feelings of kids, other kid

1st annual fundraiser for the LGBT film festival here in Salt Lake City, Utah headed by my friend, Princess Kennedy. I get to lip sync while burlesque babes twirl around me. Woot!

Last month I received a phone call from my friend, Princess Kennedy, to which she inquired how I would feel about, "... performing in an LGBT film festival fundraiser spin-off of Xanadu, called Tranadu: A Musical on Ice - but without the ice?”, to which I replied, “Xana-what?”, and she sent me some Xanadu videos. Apparently I’ll be limp-syncing the part of an 80’s singer from a band called “The Tubes”, starting with, “Lover I want to let you know I won’t take a back seat..”. Uh. This is so out of my element. Fortunate for me, I will not have to dance and will be surrounded by burlesque dancers. This will help. And earlier tonight Kennedy gave me a lip-syncing tip. “If you forget the lyrics, just lip-sync watermelonpeanutbutter repeatedly and no one can tell.” GOOD TO KNOW. This event will be heaps upon heaps of tranimaltasticness - so much so for Utah that some heads might just explode. In a good, fun way, of course. TRANADU  >

There are approximately 15 students in my Adolescent Development class. Earlier today my professor would ask the class about our adolescent experiences in relation to whatever topics popped up. For example, we were asked us to describe our best friend during grade school, middle school, high school, and now - and to think of similarities, themes, and differences as we’ve developed and changed throughout time (with the disclaimer that there are people out and aboot there who have consistently had the same best friend throughout). After some other students answered, I remembered a guy who I was friends with in grade school. He lived nearby and we bonded over our mutual interest in throwing dirt balls and kicking balls. In middle school, my best friend was a girl who I bonded with over our mutual disinterest in school - and I would spend hours listening to her talk about sex and boys. Then she moved to another state. Then, in high school, my peer group changed a bit. And throughout, I

Over these past couple of years I have been through a binder or two , and, while all of them are uncomfortable awful acid-reflux-inducing pain-in-the-lower-backs, eventually I stumbled across the Underwork's Double Front Compression Shirt (Model 997) and have since become ridiculously fond of it. Ever since I started wearing it last June I have literally worn it every day since . Even though it's comfortable in comparison to the other binders I have, if worn for longer than 6 hours it will start to cause acid reflux and my shoulders/upper-back start to really ache. After longer than 10 hours, I will literally start to feel sick - so I started to wear it in classes and then, while wearing a baggy jacket, will switch to the T-Kingdom M801 for a chest break'ish. This system has been a flawless one - up until Monday morning, when I couldn't find the 997 binder for the life of me. Dun dun dun! Now that I hate my other two binders (which are just ridiculous awful and

SO EXCITED. This is the seventh year of Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl Sunday and it starts TODAY @ 3pm! This year there's going to be a "puppy cam", a hamster blimp and, of course, kitty half-time! I'm rooting for Sadie and Thirteen all the way.

Earlier this week I received an e-mail from my school asking if some other students and I wouldn't mind being photographed for some promotional brochures for our school. I have never, ever been asked to appear on promotional materials for anything . We were asked to wear colorful clothes and multiple layers. I couldn't help but wonder why I'd been invited to appear in a photo shoot for school promotional materials. Is it my funny floppy gauged ears? My tattoos? Was I chosen as some aesthetically alternative bastion of liberalism? Whatever the reason, I couldn't resist and immediately agreed to it. Images came to my mind of hopping on steps with college kids throwing school books in the air or posing with smiles or skipping or rolling around in bright green grass or... who knows what. Something epic, no doubt. I wore a bright purple shirt and a vest. That particular day was super sunny, but the windchill factor was freezing. Yet, between shoots, we were asked to re