names and reflex
Apr. 19th, 2004 08:41 amMy mother discovered something this weekend. When she's shocked at me, she calls me by my old name.
She was on the phone with me and mentioned she was curious about what I'd been doing lately, artistically, so I pointed her to my in-progress web portfolio. I could tell from what she was saying she saw that her oldish browser was failing to pick up on any of the CSS, and it was falling back the way it was supposed to - which made me happy. She went down the list, wondering if 'Everything Merges With The Night" was a ghost, if "Fernblossom" was any relation to "Complicity" (since I ripped the composition off pretty blatantly), if "Numbers Station" was a self-portrait, and then she came to "Myself Am Hell".
"Aaah! That's horrible, Paul!"
The image got visceral horror and revulsion from her, which kinda made me happy - that's what it's supposed to evoke; she picked up that all the wounds on Sosael are probably self-inflicted.
And she consciously noted that, while she's doing well at calling me "Peggy" for the most part, when she's pissed or shocked at me, it's "Paul".
Later on in the conversation, though, when it turned to touch upon what transition-related surgery I may or may not be planning, and my intent to do more with my testicles than just throw them away, she managed to catch herself and say "Peggy". Or at least "Pau— Peggy!". The thought of having my balls in a jar disgusted her; the thought of them dangling from my rear-view mirror repulsed her even more, and making them into a matched pair of necklaces for myself and that special someone was somewhere into the zone of absurdity.
(Obviously, my relationship with my mother is not a terribly formal one.)
Admittedly, wanting to keep them after may be a bit morbid and gothy. But I don't want to forget that I was born male and made this strange and difficult change. Maybe when it's been decades, maybe when society's changed to the point where it's something as accepted as fixing any other birth defect is.
Also, I have realized that in my dreams, when I have gender, it's pretty consistently female nowadays.
She was on the phone with me and mentioned she was curious about what I'd been doing lately, artistically, so I pointed her to my in-progress web portfolio. I could tell from what she was saying she saw that her oldish browser was failing to pick up on any of the CSS, and it was falling back the way it was supposed to - which made me happy. She went down the list, wondering if 'Everything Merges With The Night" was a ghost, if "Fernblossom" was any relation to "Complicity" (since I ripped the composition off pretty blatantly), if "Numbers Station" was a self-portrait, and then she came to "Myself Am Hell".
"Aaah! That's horrible, Paul!"
The image got visceral horror and revulsion from her, which kinda made me happy - that's what it's supposed to evoke; she picked up that all the wounds on Sosael are probably self-inflicted.
And she consciously noted that, while she's doing well at calling me "Peggy" for the most part, when she's pissed or shocked at me, it's "Paul".
Later on in the conversation, though, when it turned to touch upon what transition-related surgery I may or may not be planning, and my intent to do more with my testicles than just throw them away, she managed to catch herself and say "Peggy". Or at least "Pau— Peggy!". The thought of having my balls in a jar disgusted her; the thought of them dangling from my rear-view mirror repulsed her even more, and making them into a matched pair of necklaces for myself and that special someone was somewhere into the zone of absurdity.
(Obviously, my relationship with my mother is not a terribly formal one.)
Admittedly, wanting to keep them after may be a bit morbid and gothy. But I don't want to forget that I was born male and made this strange and difficult change. Maybe when it's been decades, maybe when society's changed to the point where it's something as accepted as fixing any other birth defect is.
Also, I have realized that in my dreams, when I have gender, it's pretty consistently female nowadays.
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Date: 2004-04-19 08:56 am (UTC)Well...
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Date: 2004-04-19 10:10 am (UTC)You could always have them cast in bronze, if you could find someone to do it.
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Date: 2004-04-19 12:43 pm (UTC)At some point in the next few years, there will probably be a photograph of naked unwrapped testicles posted in this LJ. Life is so educational!
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Date: 2004-04-19 12:06 pm (UTC)*LAFF*
Date: 2004-04-19 12:23 pm (UTC)About what to do with the extra parts...I'm so glad I wasn't eating at the time, I'd have choked from laughing. And I also like your reasons for keeping them.
And using names...heh, as a mother of two teenagers I do the same thing. If they're not in that much trouble, just their name said in a stern tone. More than that, it's full name and they instantly stop in their tracks. The other day Dean really messed with me and I used his full name. The kids looked at each other, then at him, grins on their faces. Donovan: Oooo, you messed up, Dad!
--L.
a Peggy by any other name
Date: 2004-04-19 02:01 pm (UTC)But I don't want to forget that I was born male and made this strange and difficult change. Maybe when it's been decades, maybe when society's changed to the point where it's something as accepted as fixing any other birth defect is.
Amen to that.
Re: a Peggy by any other name
Date: 2004-04-19 02:55 pm (UTC)I got the name from being named after both of my grandfathers; my middle name is that of my other dad's dad. It's wholly unreligious reasons for me.
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Date: 2004-04-19 03:03 pm (UTC)Or make a penis and scrotum clear plastic morraca and dry them and put them inside as the rattle. ;)
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Date: 2004-04-19 03:31 pm (UTC)This is the problem with being a third gender..
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Date: 2004-04-19 04:23 pm (UTC)Mostly, I want to get rid of the balls because they make tight girly jeans uncomfortable. They fit wonderfully around my hips, but tucking the nuts away is just a hassle...
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Date: 2004-04-19 05:01 pm (UTC)Oh, on a side note.. I finally saw where this icon is from, and am debating an animation spoof >=D
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Date: 2004-04-20 12:46 am (UTC)"The Land of Race Car Ya-Yas" by Cake
Date: 2004-04-19 10:58 pm (UTC)The land where you can't change lanes.
The land where large ffffffffuzzy dice still hang proudly like testicles from rear-view mirrawrs.