"Those nuns were tough!"
I was just sending an email about things to discuss in a trans panel at WisCon. One of the things I said was that when you embrace thirdness, you discover a frustrating dearth of language. I stopped myself from saying, "It's enough to make me follow James Nicoll down a dark alleyway to beat him unconscious and rifle his pockets for loose pomo theory."
It makes no sense, see, because -- heck -- there's no reason that James would be carrying around third-gender/pomo vocabulary. Cat treats, maybe. But how many conversations about third gender have really benefited from cat treats? (Shut up, you furries!)
Maybe if I got James to follow Judith Butler down a dark alleyway. But that seems creepy.
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Exactly!