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Size and length still matters (Update: May 27, 2008)

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008

Imagine someone telling you:

“Hi, I’m with the A/ABiCgGfGqIsLGTQPsPoly3rdg2sK of New York? We were wondering if you support the A/ABiCgGfGqIsLGTQPsPoly3rdg2s’s of our society?”

Once upon a time, there used to be a LGBT community. Then someone discovered male enhancement pills, took some, and found he couldn’t afford a Hummer.

And now: A/ABiCgGfGqIsLGTQPsPoly3rdg2s (Androngyne/Ambigender/Bisexual/Cisgendered/Genderf**k/Genderqueer/Intersex/Lesbian/gay/transgendered/Pansexual/Poly/Third gender/Two spirit)

I think diversity is a great idea, but continously segregating, sectioning and diluting already small groups into microscopic levels, like the concept of political correctness, is just playing into the hands of the powers that be.

Think of a Yahoo Group. If there’s four large groups, and they mobilized with each other and put their differences aside, they could get quite a few things accomplished.

But many insist on having their own identity (consumerism having been blurred into individualism), and so, instead of coming together, you have a thousand Yahoo Groups with 2-3 members each that nobody reads.

Now go out to the midwest, where the LGBT is a small group in a local town. Does anyone have the luxury to enter a war of words just to declare their two-spirit identity?

Ironically, the very people who fight for diversity and argue against being labeled are turning into the people who want to label themselves to specificity ad nauseum. Instead of combining our minds to think of bold new solutions, we’re fighting amongst ourselves over mere letters.

In the time it takes for me to argue whether I’m A/ABiCgGfGqIsLGTQPsPoly3rdg2s, I’d already have been able to tell you I’m a human being.

New Introduction To This Website, Finally (Update: May 15, 2008)

Thursday, May 15th, 2008

I have been wanting to get to re-writing my Introduction Page to this site for over a year. I’ve always shied away from paying too much attention to my website, as those of you who know me have already discovered. Any mention of any pictures will bring me here to look up, since I don’t remember which is being referred to.

While attending to my Introduction Page, I noticed many hyperlinks that go in all direction. That’s because this website is 11 years old this August. It has gone through a multitude of changes.

One of the things I promise myself to do more is to bring a camera with me when I do go out with friends. I hate for anyone to think that this girl sits at home and snaps pictures all day. I do go out often, but I never tote a camera along. I also promise to smile in more of my pictures.

Here is the new Introduction to this website (which can also be found on the upper corner side bar of every page entitled Introduction)

Eleven years after the debut of my first website at Yahoo Geocities in 1997, the mere six page Transvestite Freedom Fighter has morphed into a veritable beast in a labyrinthine maze of links. Although all the original pages can be found archived here, the original concept of the website rests on one fundamental idea: “Never apologize for who you are, or what your website is about.” I never understood why transgendered people continually prefaced their webpages with an adult warning content. Transvestite Freedom Fighter was a call to stop associating one’s identity in the same category as explicit adult content.

Eventually, the page changed into The Art of Not Passing. This theme inspected the whole importance many transgendered people put on passing. As a person who is on the fringe even within the transgender community, I saw passing as a curious metaphor for conforming. It wasn’t that I had any problems with the notion of passing. After all, one must pass to experience as little friction in our non-accepting culture, seeing that transgender people are the final frontier for prejudiced treatment in modern day. I simply chose to inspect the idea of passing as a way to illustrate how everyone needs to “pass” according to their environment, in order to survive and function.

I believe the day everyone passes will be the day the label “transgender” gets retired. Much like a global economy and a global culture, indigenous societies and unique voices are quickly being swallowed up, losing their identities.

The Art of Not Passing then became The Solitary Arc, which was just a collection of my writings and pictures. In a way,The Solitary Arc paved the way for the self-identifying d332.com. I’ve always felt that with all the transgender websites detailing every aspect of SRS and transitioning, the collective perception of trans* people is that SRS and transitioning is all we talk about. So I thought I’d reveal instead, the other things that occupy this transgender person’s mind.

I am driven by a sense of happiness that I derive from speaking to the people within the culture. I wanted to provide a modest but positive free website on the internet regarding the community, because we haven’t really been given a fair chance in the public’s eye. Most of what people get from search engine returns either adult sites or argumentative in-fighting within the t* discussion groups (and there’s a lot of that).

Certainly, the group that is closest to my heart, the brash, self-descriptive gay transvestites, have been disappointingly under-represented.

So here I am.

I have been transgender for over thirty years. I don’t plan to transition fully, but I’m going to get a few bumps put on here and a few bumps taken off from there. Anyway you cut it, both the male and female anatomy are gorgeously remarkable works of art. I am struck by wonder when I think about the beauty of the human body. I am not a hormone-taker, as I feel that sex drive is one of the critical lifeforce in sustaining the great human imagination.

My increasing preoccupation with the home-making Stepford Wife has made this website arrive at the point it is at today. Although I am a staunch advocate for women’s rights, equality, and feminism, I also believe that everyone should be able to live free and chose the life they want to lead. Stepford Wives, and more importantly for me, the docile Asian “Lotus Flower” are social constructs. The difference between the two is that one lives in comfort and modest luxury, while the other has to make do with bargain-hunting white males. For my personality type, the choice is clear.

Human beings are constantly in danger in their coexistence with viruses. But we shouldn’t flatter ourselves as superior beings. Instead, we should take the path of virus mutation as an ideal, and develop accordingly. I want to continuously, energetically, and joyfully change, morph, improve, learn, and absorb knowledge, wisdom, and humane lessons with each passing day.

This, for me, is the most important transition: to be a human being first, and a transgendered person second.

So relax, make yourself at home, and enjoy!

Epistemologically Speaking (Update: February 22, 2008)

Friday, February 22nd, 2008
I stand to be corrected

When I was younger, I used to marvel at two things mature people did. One, if they were guitar players, was that they played less notes. The cliché arises quality over quantity or less means more. In my youthful presumptuousness, I gathered they were simply no longer able to shred a million notes a second. So, I assumed, they started favoring “feeling” over reckless exuberance, purely out of necessity. The turning point came when I was around thirty years old. Almost suddenly, the complexity of shifting chord changes underneath an almost static melodic line (with a luxurious amount of rests in between) became more thrilling than a thousand mph linear melodic riff.

So maybe I was wrong after all: maybe less is more. If it isn’t, then it was probably the harmonic intensity of changes that came to impress me more. There’s always time to correct past ignorance as long as one isn’t too hardheaded to admit wrongheadedness.

That leads me to the second thing that fascinated me about some mature people.

It’s been observed that there’s a breed of adults who become increasingly careful with their words with each passing year. They assemble their sentences carefully, answer each question with caution- and only after a long pause and a bout of judicious vocabulary selection. There was a time I wondered why this was so.

Now I know.

Knowledge is not absolute. What we know is based on a combination of cognitive abilities (which is easily tainted by personal prejudices in the route from cognition to articulation of that cognition), history (which has been found in quite a few instances to be nothing but discriminate selection of facts (and/or myth), and the Scientific Method (which is hypothesis proven true until some new information arises that throws this hypothesis out the window). Assuming that what one reads is quality, verified information, even knowledge garnered from that information may be turned on its head once one is exposed to further quality information. Furthermore, the memetic probability of misinformation propagating over the internet has increased this grey cloud of knowledge tenfold.

As a relatively ignorant individual who uses the internet, I know that my knowledge is only as current as the last informed person to correct a mistake on a Wikipedia entry.

As a result, many of us become more careful with the statements we make. I suppose we could precede each sentence with “in my opinion…” “so far as my experiences have led me believe…” Judging from the people I have met…,” but that would be tedious. On the other hand, omitting the disclaimer gives the statement the facade of truth.

The skeptical reader will chalk most of what he/she hears, reads, sees online (and in person) as a tentative truth, pending reinforcement from research.

The less fortunate folk, of which I belong to, will have to proceed cautiously…ending every sentence with an unspoken question mark.

One thing is for sure. I once had the sense that an observation built from many years of conscientious knowledge-seekers could be one of the closest things we have to an absolute (math notwithstanding). Now I know this to be a formidable statement:

The more you know, the more you realize how little you knew.

Happy Fourth of July and Happy Ten Year Anniversary of d332.com online! (update: July 4, 2007)

Tuesday, July 3rd, 2007


July 2007
Celebrating Ten full years online, www.d332.com - which formerly started out as the Transvestite Freedom Fighter, when Geocities was still a free homepage and everyone was just beginning to learn about WWW links - presents an anniversary edition picture of your humble author.I remembered announcing the debut of my website on many of the alt* newsgroups, and when it went on air, within the first hour, the counter read 43,124 hits. Now after ten years of photos, advice, transcription of speeches, social analyses, travel-logs, mp3’s more pictures, we are entering the 11th year still strong!I’d like to thank two people who have been online alongside my for the good part of the journey: My beloved online friend Richard Evans Lee and Tiffany Michelle of the now defunct TG Tower.

How apt it is to renew my webhost service and domain on the fourth of July? Be free and be who you want to be! love your wonderful life! and enjoy this small moment we each got on our short stay here.

Kisses!

Pristine.

Charity Drive: I Hate To Ask (April 17, 2006)

Sunday, April 16th, 2006

Hello,

I have had to take on jobs and assignments to help keep this website alive. The annual fee is approaching, and I just realized I haven’t kept my donation page actively linked. I have noticed that it takes even more effort to keep d332.com running into it’s 8th year, now that I’m busy working.

If you have benefitted from any information or thoughts on this page; If something I have posted, said, remarked, or written about has changed the way you saw something in your life, please do consider making a donation to keep this site up and running. I would rather take it down than resort my space to adult sites throwing their junk all over my altruistic goals.

I have always told the story of an overheard conversation by a donation box at a small art gallery. The man says to his girl, “This place doesn’t need my donation, other people are donating, why should I?”

A year later, a Starbucks Coffee shop opened in the gallery’s place.



More on the Donation Page

My talk I gave at Long Island University CW Post March 21 2006

Tuesday, March 21st, 2006

Several people have asked me to post the partial transcript of the talk I gave on prejudism for the Rainbow Alliance on Coming Out Week at Long Island University CW Post. The following is an abridged version. I have removed my usual arsenal of comical asides and jokes to get to the meat of the matter. I considered it a “Lecture” because I was under the impression that I were to be a guest member in a panel of speakers discussing the topic of prejudism towards and within the LGBT community. When I arrived, I was told that I was the sole guest speaker for the entire evening. So a casual talk became some sort of presentation, that morphed into a lecture, given the weight of the topic, my somber writing style, and that gritty voice that taxed everyone’s genteel ears as if Lemmy and Joe Cocker had an illegitimate child and put him in a skirt so people would be so shocked, that they won’t even notice trannychasers turning a 100 meters under five seconds. Wait a minute, I just said that like I have it written on the back of my hand.

You didn’t hear that.

Click Here To Go To Current Writings 2006: Prejudism and the Trans* Identity