Tagged: Love

“I Love You” is a Quotation

While reading Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson, I think about how trans culture has changed our thoughts on identity.

“I love you” is always a quotation. You did not say it first and neither did I, yet when you say it and when I say it we speak like savages who have found three words and worship them.

Gender roles, all forms of identity can come off as quotations, repetitions, cliches. It’s the changing up, the variation, that excites us and that makes something pleasant for a person. In “God is Genderqueer” the author H. L. Hix and I discussed how exciting the changing of language can be.

Even in an old relationship, one that has lasted decades, new understandings, new variations can arise.

Husbanding Cyanide

“First Love and Other Shorts (Beckett, Samuel)” by Samuel Beckett – “It was in this byre, littered with dry and hollow cowclaps subsiding with a sigh at the poke of my finger, that for the first time in my life, and I would not hesitate to say the last if I had not to husband my cyanide, I had to contend with a feeling which gradually assumed, to my dismay, the dread name of love.”