For her book ‘Female,’ Pilar Vergara photographed 15 trans women of mixed ages, races, and backgrounds in D.C., NYC, California, Pennsylvania, Maryland, and Virginia.
“MOUNT HOREB, Wis. — Hundreds of people packed the library in Mount Horeb to listen to a reading of a children’s book about a transgender girl.”
It was a rag-tag little thing, this forgotten book of stories, so worn the name was lost to the past and the cover had faded to an nondescript bluish gray. The edges of the pages yellowed and stained from countless readings. Allie held the tiny volume in trembling hands. She had always felt a special affinity with books, the strange characters and enchanting worlds held between the covers had the power to transport her away from the everyday and made the time seem to pass all at once.
Until this moment she has sought all of them at the school library which left the Summer looming as a huge void every year. She had lost count of the times she had asked her mother to go to the city library or maybe a bookstore like she had seen on television, only to be told there was too little time or too little money. She admonished herself, her mom worked hard at two jobs, she struggled for them to make it from month to month. To think of something so frivolous was selfish when paying for school was enough to leave her mother in tears.
This was the reason she in this store, a simple little thrift store where they could buy an entire years worth of school clothes for what they would pay for a single outfit at a department store. Books and toys were an extravagance. She closed her eyes, smiling wistfully as her hands caressed the cloth before returning the book to its place. She let out a small sigh and went to find her mother.
When they had finished and went to pay, she was surprised to see the little book sitting next to the register. The sales clerk slipped it into the bag with their other purchases, she winked and whispered, “A gift from a secret admirer.”
An interesting project which I hadn’t heard about. A big shout out to T for finding this, I really appreciate it!
the GENDER book is a fun, colorful, community-based resource, which illustrates the beautiful diversity of gender – a gender 101 for anyone and everyone.
For more information:
From The Advocate.com
The American Bar Association has released a 313-page guide to help both transgender people and lawyers navigate the U.S. legal system.
It was written by transgender lawyer Ally Windsor Howell and addresses the legal issues and obstacles faced by transgender people. The book titles Transgender Persons and the Law, tackles issues such as housing, health care, employment, and military service.
By citing specific laws and court cases, it aims to provide both lawyers and transgender people with the information and tools required to navigate these fields.
A little back patting here. I completed the 2012 NaNoWriMo challenge!
My final word count stands at 62,387.
Far beyond what I had expected to accomplish this year. Now I figure I am about half way through my rough draft and it is very rough… However, I can see this book beginning to take shape. I know where I am and I know where I want to be when it completed. So, a little time off for good behavior and then it’s back to work.
I am going to make this a two part post… no, I don’t mean that I am going to make separate posts; I am going to have this in a part A which is my current playlist that I am listening to while working and part B which is going to have a snippet of todays writing.
First, the playlist:
1) Winter – Tori Amos
2) I Know Places – Lykke Li
3) Varoeldur – Sigur Ros
4) Girl – Tori Amos
5) Metal Heart – Cat Power
6) Know – Nick Drake
7) Whores – Jane’s Addiction
8) Train Wreck – Sarah McLauchlan
9) No One Said It Would Be Easy – Sheryl Crow
10) Mary Jane – Alanis Morissette
11) What I Am – Edie Brickell and New Bohemians
12) I Shall Believe – Sheryl Crow
13) Sit and Listen To The Rain – Whiskeytown
14) 5:55 – Charlotte Gainsbourg
15) Year Of You – Marathon
16) Wrecking Ball – Dead Confederate
Now that snippet I promised:
The subdued atmosphere was oppressive, from the soft blowing air to the muted music playing through hidden speakers. The walls painted matte white, pale wood trim and rose accents. Carpeted halls reduced footfalls to a ghostly swish, swish, as people passed. Each step seeming to almost take more effort than anyone could muster. She watched the shoes shuffle past, refusing to look into eyes, knowing what she would see there.
Turning, she looked to the open room next to her feeling a new weight settle over her heart.
Erin couldn’t bring herself to cross the threshold. The room beyond was swathed in twilight, all of the lights dimmed with the exception of a back of track lighting which threw its harsh light against the object which dominated the front wall, seeming to dwarf the space set aside for it. There waited the thing which kept her feet planted outside, which seemed to exert an almost physical force she could feel. Under the unforgiving lights, gleaming darkly upon its pedestal of silk and flowers, sat a casket. Its dark wood seeming to draw the light from the space around it. She didn’t need to look to know what she would find within and so she hovered by the door, watching as the few people attending made their way into the room beyond. Looking at their faces, she saw little in the way of sadness, more a look of resigned annoyance at having their day interrupted.
She let her eyes drift across the room, not seeing her parents, though she didn’t expect to. Not until the last possible moment. They would wait to make an entrance so that all eyes would be on them.