Jun. 14th, 2006

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Disclaimer: This post was inspired by this post over at [livejournal.com profile] hagar_972 , who in turn was inspired by this post over at [livejournal.com profile] nurint which started a really big discussion.

Seriously look at the title.
That's what I think about gender.
Does that mean I don't conform to the basic ideas society has about gender identity, sure I do, same as I conform to the basic idea society has about sexual identity. At least to a certain extent.
Does that mean I agree with it?
Hell no.
Does that mean I am conforming against my will?
Hmmm, maybe? Not conforming sure makes life a whole lot more difficult, and who wants their life more difficult than it already is? Well, me just a little; I wouldn't be going around wearing political buttons and shaving my head to a buzz if I totally conformed to society's idea of a young twenty something woman is.
Then again I could be totally wrong, what is the first thing that pops to mind when you think young twenty something woman? For me, well it's me and my other female friends, but we're all so different, in extreme ways even, but everyone of us is a twenty something young woman who cannot really be mistaken for something else.
What makes me a Woman? Or, since I young and twenty something, a Girl?
Most of the time I don't think about it, I am what I am, it really doesn't matter.
Who it does matter to is to the people who perceive me and it very much does matter to me how I am perceived.
When I was in high school I was in a poetry writing group (many on my f-list know which one I'm talking about) and the group "director", I suppose would be a good word, at the time said something very true when us wishy washy poetry types were talking about identity.
He said (and I paraphrase) - I'm not who I think I am; I'm who I think you think I am.
I still think there is truth in that statement, we are how other people perceive us to be - and so we are boxed into neat little categories of "young woman", "child", "boy" and if we're pushing the envelope a little "transgender", "boi", "grrl"... you get the picture.
And again, no matter how much we push the envelope we are still judged by these perceptions, simply by declaring that we are not exactly how you perceive us to be, because then people switch the label in their head and then their reactions suits the label.
The fact that I've corrected the person from viewing me in a certain way, doesn't change the fact that I now have a different label with which I am perceived.
Is that better or worse?
To identify as a woman or a man, one takes a considerable risk, there are various expectations one must adhere to when one ID's in the binary and woe be it to someone who doesn't conform to these expectations.
And when one decided to consciously shrug off these expectations and ID as something else like Genderqueer. There are expectations from the gender variant as well - they are expected not to conform to any gender, and yet both I know people who are not gender variant and do not conform to these expectations.
I don't think gender is any more complicated than sexuality, but society is still extremely squeaky about gender fluidity.

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Jun. 14th, 2006 09:32 pm
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My family and friends, I have done the unimaginable.

I cooked supper for the entire house-hold and didn't cause the fire alarm to go off!

Yay me!

And them pancakes were oh so gooooood.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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