Posting from a brackish water wetland near you!

7 p.m. is not late

your day is not over at 7 p.m.

you are allowed to leave your house after it gets dark

your day is not over at 5 p.m.

you are allowed to leave your house after it gets dark

An Edwardian novelty 'Mr Popple' sterling silver cayenne pepper pot by Saunders & Shepherd, 1908,

hallmarked Chester, 1908, in the form of a stylised motorist in overcoat and pierced cap, based upon the 1905 stage musical comedy character 'Mr Popple of Ippleton', with detachable head,

Trans Dudes of the Bay Area Presents; Walk and Draw #1

August 1st, 2025

My first printmaking project for class 😛🙈

"Faggy butch was good. It accurately described my pink button-down shirts, my giggles, the fact that I talked with my hands. I once saw a tape of myself in which I made a gesture that looked more like it belonged in A Chorus Line than in the middle of an interview. Faggy butch was like genderqueer -- not quite this or that, a little of both, maybe. A friend once said to me, "I access my femininity through my masculinity."

I feel lucky to have grown up in a world with butch pioneers, and I feel lucky that I had an idea about what being butch might have meant. But instead of making me feel part of the community, these constructions of what butch was -- stereotypes really-- pushed me away from the word and identity. Instead I chose a newer term, genderqueer, which had yet to be defined; it was in flux, it was a new frontier. I may not have been butch "enough", but genderqueer was all mine to rewrite and redefine.

I still like the word "genderqueer," still claim it and own it and love the way it makes room for me, in all my complexities. But I'm coming back around to butch. Maybe its because the years of pink prom dresses are further and further behind me, maybe its because i'm learning from butch elders who talk in terms that make room for me, giggles and all. Maybe its because the people i know have no idea (unless I tell them) that i was never a tomboy. They only know me -- my short hair tightly bound chest, and button down shirts.

I think that every new generation feels the need to reject their elders, reject what came before them, and feel that they are knew gender rebels. We invent terms, we create new spaces, and sometimes, we come back to where our big brothers started -- home."