as much of a commitment-phobe as i am confirmed to be, i can honestly say that there is no foreseeable end to my love affair with the phenomenal hold system at the toronto public library. this system, obviously, is predicated upon the wealth of materials available. case in point-the new malcolm x is waiting for me at my home branch, and i’m giddy just looking over at my shelf at the stack of amazing books that i have to strategically read through to give it the attention it deserves. if ever there was a historical record in my time here, this sponge-ing of words as i figure out where i’m going to write next, that list (and i guess this one), is/was it. i am like dood from memento when it comes to tracing back exactly how these books came to be on my list, but that just adds to the charm of it all. this particular collection, because of its subject matter and its all-stars (lynda barry, pasha malla, junot diaz, wendy mcclure, etc.) could have come from any and/or all of my usual sources. it didn’t beget as many spinoffs as i thought it would, but this and hosting the moth have been enough for me to put rock on, and office power ballad by dan kennedy on hold. in a related tale of podcastery, i’m watching the moth, OMG: stories of the sacred (LIVE from the nypl) from the fall as i write this, and i just transferred the seattle public library’s reading of little bee to my ipod for elliptical machine accompaniment. life is great. love? we’ll get it next time.
“None of that had anything to do with it, though. Even now, you occasionally meet trans people who say: Oh I’m a woman too! I love to make cookies and play with dolls! To which you want to wearily respond: Jesus fuck, if you want to play with dolls, play with dolls. You don’t need a vagina for that.” (27)
“Of course, nobody really gets cured by love, but then transexuals are hardly the only people who believe that romance will lead them outside their selves. We all believe this, at times, even if this belief turns out, in the long run, not to be true. You can’t fault a person for hoping that love will make her into someone else, someone better. The world is full of false hopes, most of them dumber than the hope of being transformed by love.” (28) Trans by Jennifer Finney Boylan