No Blurred Lines

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We were picking up toys in the living room, and the radio switched to Robin Thicke’s song “blurred lines.” After a minute I walked over and changed the station, MS Action stopped her be-bopping and asked “Why’d you turn off that song mom? It’s good for dancing.” I thought about it, “It is a good beat for dancing isn’t it, I just don’t really like the words in that song.” “Oh, why don’t you like the words mom?” My 7 year old persisted. “Well, he sings about doing stuff to people that they don’t want him to do, and… he thinks it’s OK.”  I tried to explain. “That’s not OK!” piped up 5 year old MS Drama.” “You shouldn’t do things to … [Read more...]

Butch, Femme, Style, and Developing a Sense of Self

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  I remember climbing up the fence to scramble onto the roof, sometimes holding the hem of my skirt between my teeth while I climbed helped to keep it out of the way. I remember sitting in the apple tree reading my book, and how I jumped down and a branch hooked onto the hem and ripped a 2 foot gash in my skirt. My younger brother had a pair of combat boots that I would wear sometimes, just around the house or yard, they were awesome. I went on a trip with my grandparents, part of what made it so awesome was that I got to wear jeans and boots for hiking pretty much every day. Style and sense of self weren’t so much a discovery in my childhood. What we could or could not wear was … [Read more...]


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