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“I know there is a river somewhere, lit, fragrant, golden mist, all that” 🏳️‍⚧️

The black and white photo shows the artist Judith Scott in a deep embrace with one of her works, her arms enveloped around the work, her face sank deep into it with eyes closed, perhaps kissing her creation. The work itself, a life-sized object subsumed under copious layers of colorful yarn with a biomorphic shape, seemed to be stretching to adapt to the artist’s body, effectively returning her embrace
Library haul: The Transgender Studies Reader 2, edited by Susan Stryker and Aren Aizura Gender Hurts, Sheila Jeffreys The Return of the Real, Hal Foster Touching Feeling, edited by Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick Queer Phenomenology, Sara Ahmed Queer Sinophone Cultures, edited by Howard Chiang and Ari Larissa Heinrich Postmodernism, or The Cultural Logic of Capitalism, Frederic Jameson
真痛啊，父系家庭，再生产劳动，沉默的传承，月经。真苦啊，跨性别医疗，消失的学历，不可解的姿态。再也不会变的骨骼。我想，我们都不会活到榕树的年纪，那么这些痛苦可能并不那么相通，我们的灵魂也无法容许将痛苦间的隔阂就这么简单的抹去。不过，我们都在不断的挣扎，摸索着能够讲出这份痛苦的语言，而至少语言是可以被分享的。 性别医疗的魔咒从来不会一蹴而就的带来一个终点，也不会拂去死亡的诱惑。HRT能做的，只是让那诱惑的面目愈发清晰，以便支撑着我继续去找到自己的语言。被唤作二椅子的家伙从来没有座位，因而她要在漫长的迁徙中逐渐拼出自己的轮廓。现在的我，在一架不会停下的电车上穿梭着。也许有一天，我真的可以去相信我抵达了某处，虽然那并不是今天。至少，现在的我可以去规划四天，五天，五个月，一年后的自己。至少，要让这具身体结出她应结的果。
A waning crescent, tiny and hanging in the vast inky sky against a pitch-black landscape