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At the times when it seems like life demands too much from me, I take solace in the way you engage with it, knowing that something else, something on one's own terms and according to one's own standards, is possible. I don't think you get enough kudos, for the way you live, the things you do, or your own excellent traits. Unlike many, you don't clamor for attention, but you're very deserving. Consider this one teaspoonful in the ocean you are owed.
Sep. 15th, 2006
So, it turns out I've got a really interesting co-worker who singled me out for conversation because he saw me with a Galbraith book. He's from DC, an Oberlin grad, and pretty thoughtful and wide ranging in education and interest. We've had lunch a few times, and talked about important stuff (politics, economics, cultural institutions, ehtnicity, etc), in which we disagree as often as we agree, and it's good, interesting stuff. Where work and socializing overlap, though, is often fraught with complexity, if not difficulty.
My coworker may or may not be gay (signs point every so slightly to 'yes'). This usually doesn't matter in my dealings with others, but I did note a subtle shift when in conversation it became apparent that my SO was quite probably female (assuming there's any thought on the part of most people in relation to names, pronouns, and sex/gender, which I tend to doubt). I hate when ambiguity evaporates with the misperception of heterosexuality in general, and it seems to have made things more awkward in this case. He's keen to talk about, among other things, the construction of masculinity in modern culture, and keeps making statements meant to be inclusive of me. Argh, I hate when people are trying to be polite and respectful, even more when it's cautious and considered, and end up putting me in an awful place of active outness or silent duplicity. This isn't really something with which I have much experience, the bridgeing the gap of work/life, particularly in relation to my gender identity, and I'm paralyzed with indecision.
We're scheduled to go see An Inconvenient Truth Sunday, and it will likely be good and engaging, both the movie and the interactions, but I worry I'll be hyperconscious and anxious until I decide what to do, if anything.
Fuck naturalized norms, yo.
My coworker may or may not be gay (signs point every so slightly to 'yes'). This usually doesn't matter in my dealings with others, but I did note a subtle shift when in conversation it became apparent that my SO was quite probably female (assuming there's any thought on the part of most people in relation to names, pronouns, and sex/gender, which I tend to doubt). I hate when ambiguity evaporates with the misperception of heterosexuality in general, and it seems to have made things more awkward in this case. He's keen to talk about, among other things, the construction of masculinity in modern culture, and keeps making statements meant to be inclusive of me. Argh, I hate when people are trying to be polite and respectful, even more when it's cautious and considered, and end up putting me in an awful place of active outness or silent duplicity. This isn't really something with which I have much experience, the bridgeing the gap of work/life, particularly in relation to my gender identity, and I'm paralyzed with indecision.
We're scheduled to go see An Inconvenient Truth Sunday, and it will likely be good and engaging, both the movie and the interactions, but I worry I'll be hyperconscious and anxious until I decide what to do, if anything.
Fuck naturalized norms, yo.