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“It is so hard for a queer person to become an adult. Deprived of the markers of life's passage, they lolled about in a neverland dreamworld. They didn't get married. They didn't have children. They didn't buy homes or have job-jobs. The best that could be aimed for was an academic placement and a lover who eventually tired of pansexual sport-fucking and settled down with you to raise a rescue animal in a rent-controlled apartment.”

“She guessed she was pansexual, a word acquired from the internet, from people who seemed more confident in it than she was: Yes, she still couldn’t say, I could want anyone, any gender, any type. Any person in the universe. Past layer and layer of self-consciousness, she knew it was true. But admitting the want was excruciating. The idea that somebody could look at her and just see it made her want to cry.”

“Sie wenden sich gern ab oder lesen nicht weiter, wenn sie nur das Wort "Trans" hören oder ein Sternchen oder einen Unterstrich sehen – als verdienten Phänomene oder Menschen, die es seltener gibt, keine Aufmerksamkeit oder Wertschätzung. Als reichte die eigene Empathie nicht oder als sollte sie nicht reichen. Dabei ist es vielen bei den eher unwahrscheinlichen Figuren aus dem Kosmos von z.b. Shakespeare (...) ganz selbstverständlich, sich einzufühlen und ihre Geschichten verstehen zu wollen. Selten heißt schließlich nicht seltsam oder monströs. Selten heißt nur selten. Es sind womöglich nur Menschen, über die seltener Geschichten erzählt werden. Und es sind manchmal die Menschen mit besonderen, seltenen Eigenschaften oder Erfahrungen, in deren Sehnsüchten und Kämpfen um Anerkennung sich die Verletzbarkeit als condition humaine selbst spiegelt. Und so ist es gerade die Verwundbarkeit von Transpersonen, ihre Suche nach Sichtbarkeit und Anerkennung, in der sich jene wechselseitige Abhängigkeit zeigt, die uns als Menschen allgemein kennzeichnet. Insofern berührt und betrifft die Situation von Transpersonen alle. Nicht nur diejenigen, die so leben und empfinden wie sie. Die Rechte von Transpersonen sind so wichtig wie alle Menschenrechte, und sie zu begründen und zu verteidigen gehört zur Selbstverständlichkeit universalistischen Denkens.”

“After everything I have worked for over the years, people unfamiliar with my work still ask me, do I support the lgbt movement? And with my habitual patience, I respond - what's there to support! Do you support people drinking water? Water is not something you support or don't support - water is the fundamental of life. Likewise, love is not something you support or don't support - love is the bedrock of life - or better yet, love is life.”

“Fue la primera vez que vi con total claridad esa humillación específica, la de negar el nombre, la de exponer la desnudez de otra persona para burlarse, la de aplastar cualquier conquista o historia personal, por dolorosa que haya sido, solo por el placer de ejercer poder, y en ese momento se conformó un «nosotras» tan poderoso que parecía haber estado ahí siempre. Todos mis fantasmas, todos mis miedos posaros sus manos frías en mi espalda, en mi cuello, en mis tripas, en mi entrepierna, en mis ojos, y apretaron al mismo tiempo.”

“Si el transfeminismo –queer o pensamiento no-binario– une de una forma específica pilares fundamentales para el feminismo, como deseo, género, sexo, sexualidad, identidad o sujeto político, es seguro que tiene muchas herramientas que ofrecer para comprender y gestionar la cuestión de la violencia sexista. Lo que a nosotras nos gusta llamar un pequeño giro paradigmático que justifica que hablemos de TransFeminismo.”

“Pinetree dreams of a glorious, non-violent revolution. Between the dreams he is proficient in the practical. He is certain that he has enough money, which means he always has more than he needs. He is certain that he has a place to live, which means he always has several places to live. He stays in solitude a lot to keep his dreams of the glorious, non-violent revolution alive and he wishes Lilac and the others would stay with him and his dreams. To make his dreams real he lives quietly through his reactionary emotions. He experiences desires to control his environment and he experiences jealousy when his pleasures are threatened and he experiences possessiveness of property. He accepts these emotions much as he accepts depression and the men's brutality. They have to be acknowledged and gotten through. To make his dreams real he celebrates his revolutionary emotions. He experiences joy in sharing and he experiences completeness in loving and he experiences satisfaction in work for others done with compassion. These emotions he writes about on papers stuck to walls and tells strangers about on boats. These he will not forget. If he can live as if the glorious, non-violent revolution has happened long enough, he will awake one day to find that it has happened. Sometimes he is confused about the meaning of what he feels. Then he is depressed and afraid and longs for his friends Lilac and Loose Tomato and Moonbeam to sit with him.”

“The men's needs are strong and overwhelming. They need the faggots and their friends in order to know who they are not. But the faggots and their friends will no longer need the men. They can sit and produce high, invisible love energy or they can do anything. But they will not need. And when the faggots and their friends cease being the faggots and their friends, the deathly dance of the men will begin to wane and a new dance will begin to emerge. Then the third revolutions will engulf us all.”

“I hadn't met a lot of openly queer people before. There'd been a crowd of people at school who Pip hung out with with from time to time, but there could only have been about seven or eight of them, max. I don't know what I expected. There was no particular type of person, no particular style or look. But they were all so friendly. There were a few obvious friendship groups, but mostly, people were happy to chat to whoever. They were all just themselves. I don't know how to explain it. There was no pretending. No hiding. No faking. In this little restaurant hidden away in the old streets of Durham, a bunch of queer people could all show up and just be. I don't think I'd understood what that was like until that moment.”

“I lean back and tilt my head so all I see are the clouds in the sky. I'm looking back inside my head with my eyes wide open. I still don't know where I'm going; I decided I'm not crazy or alien. It's just that I'm more like one of those kids they find in remote jungles or forests []. A wolf child. And they've dragged me into this fucking schizo-culture, snarling and spitting and walking around on curled knuckles.”

“When I first arrived here, once I got over the shock, I thought I had entered a sort of purgatory. A second chance, you know. You can't imagine what it was like to be a man of-of my persuasion, in my time. Now it seems I've got another goal of it in an era that suits me better. But, you know, you can make yourself feel lonely and miserable and out of joint just by falling in love with someone who can't or won't love you back. Perhaps they'll fix that in another 200 years. Perhaps they'll come to get us and that's how we'll know we've reached heaven.”

“Every time someone reaches out to you, even if it's to point out your sin and they seem to be judging you, it is a token of God's mercy. He sees the past, present, and future. He knows that you're headed for an eternity of pain and sorrow and He's begging you to turn to Him for salvation. Jesus is the only way to Heaven: the Way, the Truth, and the Life. He is your only hope. He is your Creator and He loves you more than you could ever love yourself. Please turn to Him. Please don't be deceived into thinking your way is better than His. God's way is perfect.”

“Then people can't look left or right the way they do. They can't mind other people's business. That's the point of the dream: What will people become if they have to mind their own business instead of other people's business? If they can't find others to hate, to kill, to target? What happens if light, music, drugs, sex, everything all disappears and all you have is you? Do you like you? Can you survive you?”

“We both disliked rude rickshwalas, shepu bhaji in any form, group photographs at weddings, lizards, tea that has gone cold, the habit of taking newspaper to the toilet, kissing a boy who'd just smoked a cigarette et cetra. Another list. The things we loved: strong coffee, Matisse, Rumi, summer rain, bathing together, Tom Hanks, rice pancakes, Cafe Sunrise, black-and-white photographs, the first quiet moments after you wake up in the morning.”

“To engage in activism that envisions alternatives ways of organizing society and alternative ways of being is to risk membership in society, a sense of belonging, however partial it may be. Activism can make us vulnerable because it is so obviously about wanting something beyond what is, and to have a political desire often is construed as wanting too much.”

“As for us, we saw the police as a natural catastrophe— like floods, fires, earthquakes. There was nothing you could do about these things except to try and escape them. We had no analysis, no understanding that society could be changed. We simply tried to survive, as ourselves, as kamp girls, natural rebels. We did not feel that the police might not be entitled to hunt us, but accepted them as inevitable. I was beaten up for suggesting that a woman ask for a lawyer. It was seem as a stupid— even dangerous— suggestion. Fighting back with threats of lawyers would only make the police even angrier at us. But part of me felt that what was happening was unfair and unjust, though I had no idea how things could ever be different. Melbourne and Adelaide were exactly the same. The public lesbian scene was dangerous and difficult. There were many other New Zealand lesbians around, too. In spite of everything, I loved it. The “mateship” was amazing and close, important enough for any risk. And the freedom to be ourselves, to be real, to be queer, affirmed us. There were private, closeted scenes too, but they were hard to find and cliquey. They were fearful of being “sprung” by kamps who were too obvious. They were mainly older middle-class women. I knew some of them, learnt many things from them— like how to behave in a nice restaurant if you are taken to dinner. But they too had no sense of anything being able to change— except for the one strange woman who danced naked to Beethoven and lent me de Beauvoir’s The Second Sex. She sowed some wild ideas, more than a decade too early for them to make any sense.”