tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345649318068185717.post6817220307535172997..comments2023-05-25T04:27:03.592-04:00Comments on Sappho.Blog: IvyQ: Let's start with the similaritiesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345649318068185717.post-16067412215524082712010-02-28T20:15:23.129-05:002010-02-28T20:15:23.129-05:00Wish I had gone to that workshop!Wish I had gone to that workshop!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345649318068185717.post-52133776657056400922010-02-28T06:21:22.301-05:002010-02-28T06:21:22.301-05:00Wow, you *did* take really good notes!
I'm so...Wow, you *did* take really good notes!<br /><br />I'm so glad the workshop was meaningful to you. Thanks for being so open about your preconceptions here and for helping to educate others! You were a really great group -- I had a lot of fun with you that day.Allyson Dylan Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06889758824779463307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345649318068185717.post-7817759651460563732010-02-24T22:34:07.083-05:002010-02-24T22:34:07.083-05:00At this point in my life I tread the gap between m...At this point in my life I tread the gap between male and female. Often I exist in a grey area that is slightly uncomfortable for the people I meet. I am never entirely sure what gender people think I am and how they are reacting to me. I look for signs and clues, but often I am as lost as they are. I wish I could stop thinking about my gender. I wish I could wake up tomorrow morning and my constant questioning simply disappear with my dreams from the night before. I wish I could roll over and feel refreshed for the first time in years instead of confronting the perpetual anger I feel. I am soft where I should be hard and short where I should be tall. I squeeze into my saving grace and go to wash the sleepers from my eyes. I see my reflection in the mirror. I think about my face- its slightly angular but feminine jaw. I like that. I think about my pants- that do not fit quite right because I have slight hips that I try to hide under slightly baggy clothing. I think about my voice- strong with the occasional excited lilt. I think about my chest and arms- I feel a sense of pride that they are large and muscular. I realize that I made them that way and I had a hand in changing my body for the better. I shrug my shoulders. Yeah I am different, but maybe different is okay.It's a boi's life...noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345649318068185717.post-29861576561698882942010-02-23T22:07:23.640-05:002010-02-23T22:07:23.640-05:00I'm waiting to hear back from my friend who fi...I'm waiting to hear back from my friend who filmed it, I'll post the link as soon as he gets back to me :)Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10765949329188843423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345649318068185717.post-75093125805529298472010-02-23T06:34:08.470-05:002010-02-23T06:34:08.470-05:00This was the highlight of my weekend and I'm s...This was the highlight of my weekend and I'm so glad you took such diligent notes. Do you know where the video will be posted?Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05157321316170583740noreply@blogger.com