Since some of my profile pictures are really old, today I had
porphyre take pictures of me. We walked around the neighborhood and took advantage of benches, tree shadows, swings and hills. We took advantage of reflectors (gold and silver) and a diffuser (white), and some run-down streets with funky colors.
To my (unjustifiedly) great surprise, she knows
pvck.
... and she helped me get rid of my Vaio computer (which I bought from
peamasii in 2005). So there is progress in my ToDo list.
On my way back, I wandered inside Prophouse Café, a neat little place that seems to have lots of filmmakers in its clientèle, for good reason. Apparently customers can use the kitchen and play with the crazy furniture and random toys. The guitars are the least interesting props there.
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Then I watched "Diagnosing Difference" with Charlene. It's a documentary about trans people and medical care. I agree with the main message, and I think it also applies more broadly about mental health in general... Basically: much clinical practice follows the idea of cookie-cutter people (as a result, many a M2F have learned to behave like "Stepford wives" in order to get their hormones). People who want to express gender (or other characteristics) in non-standard ways are often treated like they're crazy; and most trans people have to deal with gatekeepers who know much less than they do. It seems like, in the universe of gender-queer-ness, one can change any subset of {name, hormones, genitals}. One of the most confusing ones was someone who used a female name and grew a beard. (I still can't guess what their sex at birth was.)
(And, tangentially, it seems like many mental clinics are guilty of human rights abuses, right here in the first-world. A minor, but vivid, part of the film for me was the story of a female-born person telling about being involuntarily committed throughout high school in the early '80s, undergoing femininity training every day; the result resembles PTSD: daily nightmares, etc.)
To my (unjustifiedly) great surprise, she knows
... and she helped me get rid of my Vaio computer (which I bought from
On my way back, I wandered inside Prophouse Café, a neat little place that seems to have lots of filmmakers in its clientèle, for good reason. Apparently customers can use the kitchen and play with the crazy furniture and random toys. The guitars are the least interesting props there.
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Then I watched "Diagnosing Difference" with Charlene. It's a documentary about trans people and medical care. I agree with the main message, and I think it also applies more broadly about mental health in general... Basically: much clinical practice follows the idea of cookie-cutter people (as a result, many a M2F have learned to behave like "Stepford wives" in order to get their hormones). People who want to express gender (or other characteristics) in non-standard ways are often treated like they're crazy; and most trans people have to deal with gatekeepers who know much less than they do. It seems like, in the universe of gender-queer-ness, one can change any subset of {name, hormones, genitals}. One of the most confusing ones was someone who used a female name and grew a beard. (I still can't guess what their sex at birth was.)
(And, tangentially, it seems like many mental clinics are guilty of human rights abuses, right here in the first-world. A minor, but vivid, part of the film for me was the story of a female-born person telling about being involuntarily committed throughout high school in the early '80s, undergoing femininity training every day; the result resembles PTSD: daily nightmares, etc.)
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Date: 2010-08-18 02:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-08-20 05:34 am (UTC)