A how to book for those new to this area of their life. It is written in easy to understand language and is a good resource book for all family and friends to include teens.
I’ve seen these when I was a youth!
Today, we continue the Best of the Decades feature. Four down, five to go. This week, I graciously present my picks for the ten best films from the 1960s, and you graciously tell me I mention Billy Wilder and Alfred Hitchcock too much. But don’t worry, this will, sadly, be the last week I’ll have them on my lists. Enjoy and feel free to comment with your own picks.
10. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
When we talk about large or small movies today, it’s usually a clear-cut no-fuss discussion. Battle of Los Angeles: big. The Kids Are All Right: small. But it wasn’t always this way. Take, for your consideration, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. This film was both broad (in the good, non-Whitney way) and detail-oriented. Oh, and that soundtrack. It gets me every time. Runner-ups: Charade, The Pink Panther
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My value is not my sex. So often mankind makes up value systems (like slavery and segregation) in which people take credit for attributes, like their race or sex, even though they put no work into attaining those attributes.
I watched parts of a movie (A Girl Like Me: The Gwen Araujo Story) on Sunday about a teenager who realizes he’s a woman trapped in a man’s body. The movie is based on the true story of a 17-year-old “pre-op transgender woman” (as Wikipedia describes her) who was killed after three men who’d been intimate with her discovered she was biologically a man.
At first I empathized with Gwen’s killers, “Well, she lied,” I thought. But I’ve lied before, as most people do. Then I thought, “It’s gross that the men kissed what they considered a man.” But then I realized that doesn’t matter as much as we’ve been led to believe.
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I’ve been struggling over the last four days or so how the news of my transgender status has affected those around me. Some have shrugged it off, others have come to terms with it, some are curious but one or two have gone deathly silent.
You like to know who your friends are for sure but from a personal perspective, when you’ve taken the time to sit down with them and explain the pain you’ve been enduring for over 40 years you would like them to be equally honest back and say that they will need time to think and come to terms with it or that they can’t deal with it and that’s that. Not to offer support and understanding and then go offline.
When they go silent on you, you just start thinking negatively again. Is this the tip of the iceberg? Am I doing the right thing? Do…
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Dear friends, colleagues, donors, loved ones, allies……..
It has been a while and we are so happy to add another post to our informative blog. So when I was approached by a trans-friendly feminist offering to write a piece for our blog, I jumped at the opportunity. Our guest writer is Busi Deyi, a feminist, writer, humanitarian, great trans support and just an amazing woman and person. These are Busi’s reflections on the rise of the transgender feminist movement in Africa
There is a mistaken belief that feminism is targeted at men, that these creatures that walk with a phallus dangling between their legs is the enemy and that our efforts, endeavours and war cries must be directed at them. When we see these male specimens we ‘cock’ –pun intended-our mouths and we are ready to fire accurately aimed words and stand up for our ideals as feminists. Patriarchy has…
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just read another “not too surprising” study here
it’s not too surprising because, altho not myself transgender, i had friends who were somewhere along the spectrum all through my own school years, and was zeroed in on for non-binary expressions of myself.
between 50 and 40 years ago, when i was in schools in northern minnesota, it wasn’t at all uncommon to hear the words “pansy”, “faggot”, “sissy boy”. but whereas terms to slander males by equating them with behaviours ascribed to ‘females’ abounded, the words used to describe someone like me, a person who had predominant same-sex preferences but could do the hetero thing, didn’t yet exist. i still got called “tomboy”, and on occasion a “lezzy”.
altho certainly there were boys who were the ‘quarterback’ undercover type gay and girls who were the ‘make-up and dress-wearing’ type lesbian, who were perhaps whispered about, the majority of the taunts…
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