Dressing for the BAFTAs in a tribute to Pasolini who punched a fascist at the cinema and made dangerous art.
Dressing for the BAFTAs in a tribute to Pasolini who punched a fascist at the cinema and made dangerous art.
Dressing for the BAFTAs in a tribute to Pasolini who punched a fascist at the cinema and made dangerous art.
Dressing for the BAFTAs in a tribute to Pasolini who punched a fascist at the cinema and made dangerous art.
Dressing for the BAFTAs in a tribute to Pasolini who punched a fascist at the cinema and made dangerous art.
It’s the Trans Day of Visibility and I want to leave the light shining on people who have fought, wished they could fight or lost the fight to transition. But I will add one personal note: if hormone blockers had been a thing I knew existed when I was an adolescent, I would have begged for them. I did not love growing into the shape of a woman. I cut my own hair off when I was barely able to hold scissors. If I could have remained in an androgynous body to match my androgynous mind, and been able to do so without deep shame and great danger, my life would have taken a very different course. I have made peace with living in a body that at times felt like it was engineered by Kafka. And I am in experiential solidarity with all women everywhere (even the stupid bitches) and all trans, non binary and intersex people who fight the good fight to stay alive and safe in their bodies. Lastly, I would like to say to all the TERFs, who are now campaigning for the tests of womanhood which will find them prodded and violated too: I pity your failure of imagination and your wilful ignorance. If you think the fascists will stop what you’ve started, you are the dumbest cunts on earth. PS: This is me and my bestie who is filled with trans joy living our best lives on vacation. And I swear to God, if anyone fucks with him I’m gonna be everyone’s problem.
It’s the Trans Day of Visibility and I want to leave the light shining on people who have fought, wished they could fight or lost the fight to transition. But I will add one personal note: if hormone blockers had been a thing I knew existed when I was an adolescent, I would have begged for them. I did not love growing into the shape of a woman. I cut my own hair off when I was barely able to hold scissors. If I could have remained in an androgynous body to match my androgynous mind, and been able to do so without deep shame and great danger, my life would have taken a very different course. I have made peace with living in a body that at times felt like it was engineered by Kafka. And I am in experiential solidarity with all women everywhere (even the stupid bitches) and all trans, non binary and intersex people who fight the good fight to stay alive and safe in their bodies. Lastly, I would like to say to all the TERFs, who are now campaigning for the tests of womanhood which will find them prodded and violated too: I pity your failure of imagination and your wilful ignorance. If you think the fascists will stop what you’ve started, you are the dumbest cunts on earth. PS: This is me and my bestie who is filled with trans joy living our best lives on vacation. And I swear to God, if anyone fucks with him I’m gonna be everyone’s problem.
It’s the Trans Day of Visibility and I want to leave the light shining on people who have fought, wished they could fight or lost the fight to transition. But I will add one personal note: if hormone blockers had been a thing I knew existed when I was an adolescent, I would have begged for them. I did not love growing into the shape of a woman. I cut my own hair off when I was barely able to hold scissors. If I could have remained in an androgynous body to match my androgynous mind, and been able to do so without deep shame and great danger, my life would have taken a very different course. I have made peace with living in a body that at times felt like it was engineered by Kafka. And I am in experiential solidarity with all women everywhere (even the stupid bitches) and all trans, non binary and intersex people who fight the good fight to stay alive and safe in their bodies. Lastly, I would like to say to all the TERFs, who are now campaigning for the tests of womanhood which will find them prodded and violated too: I pity your failure of imagination and your wilful ignorance. If you think the fascists will stop what you’ve started, you are the dumbest cunts on earth. PS: This is me and my bestie who is filled with trans joy living our best lives on vacation. And I swear to God, if anyone fucks with him I’m gonna be everyone’s problem.
It is good to be alive.
Last year, I was honored to accept Attitude Magazine’s Music Award 2024 and wanted to share my speech from the night on my substack. The event was frankly dazzling, overwhelming and honored people much more deserving than me. Looking back, what I said that night feels heavier today. The time for questions is over. Substack link in bio.
Last year, I was honored to accept Attitude Magazine’s Music Award 2024 and wanted to share my speech from the night on my substack. The event was frankly dazzling, overwhelming and honored people much more deserving than me. Looking back, what I said that night feels heavier today. The time for questions is over. Substack link in bio.
Red lipstick, Pasolini punching a fascist at the movies, Doc Martin shitkickers with yellow laces. The fight against fascism started long ago and has risen and fallen in intensity and location, but the time is now. The place is now. Shout it, wear it, be it. You don’t need a cape to be a hero in this battle (although I sure did feel powerful in mine borrowed from and created with love by the astonishing Deborah Latouche). The worst of us have a toe hold at the moment. We can either live in fear, or live in courage. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. And if you give me a microphone, I’m yelling in it, or rather clacking a fan so loud that whoever you are, you pay attention for a second.
lol. Has anyone checked to see if Danny Rampling’s diaper needs changed? Buddy, if getting called a bitch on internet was a violation of the Geneva conventions, I’d have half of techno twitter in The Hague. Get a grip. You took a booking to play an after party for a conference that Jordan Peterson was speaking at. And got yelled at. Whomp. Big fuckin deal. That’s free speech. Log off Facebook. Go nanny boo boo about it to one of your very normal conservative male friends.
No one, and I mean no one, has my admiration, love and total support like @kon1200 (or Christan when I’m lecturing him). He’s a guy whose crate is so deep, heart is so big, he was my brother the moment we got on the phone. Kon is sick. I remember his last time here when we were working, he kept saying he was having fevers. He was worried he might have cancer. And I said buddy you got the rave flu. He did not. He’s in the hospital now going through many difficulties that I couldn’t even begin to grasp. We gotta step up. Not only with the money that keeps his life on track, but we gotta be there for him as best we can. THERE IS A LINK IN MY BIO TO HELP SUPPORT HIM. I would trade places with Kon in a second if I could go through this thing for him. I promised him I would see him through this. And I will. I’m asking you to give what you can and share the information if you can’t give. And more than anything, if you’re like me and you love him, keep him in your prayers, your best visualisations, or whatever floats your boat. Just let him get your love. Give this man his flowers so he can wear them when he’s out and back where he’s supposed to be – making us dance, being an amazing friend and shining bright.
No one, and I mean no one, has my admiration, love and total support like @kon1200 (or Christan when I’m lecturing him). He’s a guy whose crate is so deep, heart is so big, he was my brother the moment we got on the phone. Kon is sick. I remember his last time here when we were working, he kept saying he was having fevers. He was worried he might have cancer. And I said buddy you got the rave flu. He did not. He’s in the hospital now going through many difficulties that I couldn’t even begin to grasp. We gotta step up. Not only with the money that keeps his life on track, but we gotta be there for him as best we can. THERE IS A LINK IN MY BIO TO HELP SUPPORT HIM. I would trade places with Kon in a second if I could go through this thing for him. I promised him I would see him through this. And I will. I’m asking you to give what you can and share the information if you can’t give. And more than anything, if you’re like me and you love him, keep him in your prayers, your best visualisations, or whatever floats your boat. Just let him get your love. Give this man his flowers so he can wear them when he’s out and back where he’s supposed to be – making us dance, being an amazing friend and shining bright.
No one, and I mean no one, has my admiration, love and total support like @kon1200 (or Christan when I’m lecturing him). He’s a guy whose crate is so deep, heart is so big, he was my brother the moment we got on the phone. Kon is sick. I remember his last time here when we were working, he kept saying he was having fevers. He was worried he might have cancer. And I said buddy you got the rave flu. He did not. He’s in the hospital now going through many difficulties that I couldn’t even begin to grasp. We gotta step up. Not only with the money that keeps his life on track, but we gotta be there for him as best we can. THERE IS A LINK IN MY BIO TO HELP SUPPORT HIM. I would trade places with Kon in a second if I could go through this thing for him. I promised him I would see him through this. And I will. I’m asking you to give what you can and share the information if you can’t give. And more than anything, if you’re like me and you love him, keep him in your prayers, your best visualisations, or whatever floats your boat. Just let him get your love. Give this man his flowers so he can wear them when he’s out and back where he’s supposed to be – making us dance, being an amazing friend and shining bright.
No one, and I mean no one, has my admiration, love and total support like @kon1200 (or Christan when I’m lecturing him). He’s a guy whose crate is so deep, heart is so big, he was my brother the moment we got on the phone. Kon is sick. I remember his last time here when we were working, he kept saying he was having fevers. He was worried he might have cancer. And I said buddy you got the rave flu. He did not. He’s in the hospital now going through many difficulties that I couldn’t even begin to grasp. We gotta step up. Not only with the money that keeps his life on track, but we gotta be there for him as best we can. THERE IS A LINK IN MY BIO TO HELP SUPPORT HIM. I would trade places with Kon in a second if I could go through this thing for him. I promised him I would see him through this. And I will. I’m asking you to give what you can and share the information if you can’t give. And more than anything, if you’re like me and you love him, keep him in your prayers, your best visualisations, or whatever floats your boat. Just let him get your love. Give this man his flowers so he can wear them when he’s out and back where he’s supposed to be – making us dance, being an amazing friend and shining bright.
