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chuang tzu again…

About a week ago, a quote from Chuang Tzu turned up on The Useless Tree (another shortly after explaining just how useless the tree is). There are things I don’t want to write about here, that on occasion in the past I did, and short of starting another blog, I doubt at the moment I will even venture to explain why. Which doesn’t mean I don’t read and think and get angry and upset and…

So I was reading this quote, and in the past couple of weeks thinking about it when I read Burning Words, Cheerful Megalomaniac, Renegade Evolution, Monster’s Creed, nixwilliams, Questioning Transphobia, Sexual Ambiguities, Trans Group Blog, Whimsy with a twist, Whipping Girl, Ye Goblyn Queenne, Feministing, FemmEssay, Fetch me my axe, let them eat pro-sm feminist safe spaces, Uncool, Ami Angelwings’ Super Cute Rants of DOOOM XD, Dented Blue Mercedes, Ideologically Impure, The Corvid Diaries, TransGriot… and everyone who commented, who gets it, who gets being trans* and gets feminism and…

I was thinking about people I’d forgotten when I was reading Stone Butch Blues, thinking about one in particular, a tough Maori butch named Dutchess. She’d been a street kid, and… I wrote to Gala about her, “she was staunch and when she decided she was your friend she’d never throw you away, it took time to get to that though. And she’d stand up to anyone who showed her disrespect.”

Somehow in the last few weeks amidst everything that’s been written on these and other blogs, I’m reminded of her…

I don’t know what else to say so I’ll say nothing.

We’re cast into this human form, and it’s such happiness. The human form knows change, but the ten thousand changes are utterly boundless. Who could calculate the joys they promise?

And so the sage wanders where nothing is hidden and everything is preserved. The sage calls dying a blessing and living long a blessing, calls beginnings a blessing and endings a blessing. We might make such a person our teacher, but there’s something the ten thousand things belong to, something all change depends upon – imagine making that your teacher. (87)

— Chuang Tzu

my stop, u-bahn pankstrasse
my stop, u-bahn pankstrasse