Saturday, November 28, 2009

2am and I'm still awake writing this...blog.

It's 2 in the morning and I just finished the 8 hour process of taking 45 minutes of audio and editing it down to 90 seconds. It included background noise and such. And I think it's awesome. I think it's so awesome that I am blogging at 2 in the morning to say how relieved I am that it's done and I finally have a hold on my final photojournalism project.

Basically it's a multimedia project- audio put over a slideshow of pictures. I did it on my superwoman friend Amanda. She's a UGA cheerleader, visitor center tour guide, sorority chaplain, Jesus lover and all round superstar.

Hopefully I'll be able to somehow post the final project but until then you can all just stare at this awesome picture of her face.

She's adorable. You're welcome.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Groovy.

A few weeks ago my roommates and I decided to forget that we're too old for frat parties and went to a rave at SipEp. In our defense, one of the roommates is dating a SigEp. The point is, we thought it'd be great to dress appropriately for said rave.

I lied. IIII decided it'd be great. So what do I break out? The most colorful piece of clothing I've ever laid eyes on. It's been worn to Tacky Day at school a number of times and it pretty much an outfit for all occasions. Observe.


I thought it'd be best to pair it with a tall tee and New York glasses. And I looked good.
This awesome piece of polyester love was actually made by my grandmother. Made and WORN by my grandmother. Needless to say, she is awesome. So I will continue to rave in this psychedelic vest in her honor.

Monday, November 23, 2009

A different kind of stereotype

I'm home for Thanksgiving break, back in the Fretta. We have the whole week off since they cut our fall break short by one day. Wellllll, TECHNICALLY they cut our fall break short but usually the teachers cancel classes. Or else everyone skips them. Go Dawgs.

So we go to church yesterday cause my church is awesome. And everyone loves Jesus. I make it a point to put my phone on silent and not text, etc. cause it's pretty rude and there is a huge stereotype that my generation can't live without their phones. Not sayin it isn't true, just sayin it's a stereotype.

Pass the peace. Celebrations and concerns. We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing...

And then the Lord's Prayer. Everyone bows their heads. I see the person next to me fidgeting out of the corner of my eye and I tilt my head just in time to see him put his iPhone on the seat between us.

...for Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory forever. Amen.

I look up. The person sitting next to me texting on his iPhone during the Lord's Prayer is a 70-year-old man with his frail old wife.

Take THAT, stereotype!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Male-born transgender woman lesbian

For my class on writing and reporting I have to go to a variety of speeches to write stories on them. The one I chose to go to yesterday was about transgenders.

I know I've seen transgenders before but I've never talked to one or heard their story. So I was actually pretty interested when I heard Stephanie Dykes was speaking at my school.

Yes, her name is Stephanie Dykes. No pun intended. She was born Steven Dykes and changed it when she began her transformation 5 years ago. She made a ton of jokes about having a last name like Dykes.

She's a 51 year old male-born transgender woman lesbian. And she has some serious balls. In the courageous sense. Get your mind out of the gutter.

A little rundown on her life: she remembers being an 11-year-old boy and praying every night to wake up as a girl. She always felt different but thought that maybe she just liked to crossdress. Stephanie convinced herself enough that this was the case that she married out of college and had a son. Her wife found out she was a "crossdresser" a few years into the marriage and 13 years after that they divorced. Stephanie hasn't seen her son since. He's 16 and the only time she's talked to him is when he called to beg her for permission to change his last name.

Yall, I don't care if you're transgender, straight, yellow or a kangaroo...that's sad. Every person on this earth would have their heart broken if they were torn away from their son simply because of who they really are.

But Stephanie has a "chosen family," apparently common in the LGBT community. They rally around eachother for support when their biological families abandon them (another argument for another day). She also sings in a gay men's choir. "Gay men?" you might ask. She says, "While I may not identify with "male", and I may not identify with "gay", I do identify with "baritone"." Which she sings beautifully by the way, she belted out the first verse of "Amazing Grace" when asked at the end of the lecture.

Now, if you've read my earlier post on the legalization of gay marriage, you know that I'm a huge advocate of human rights. Naturally, Stephanie Dykes is too. Her argument to the government is this; "If when I was born I had the right to marry any woman I want, if someday I may legally be a woman...can I no longer marry a woman? And, if so, is that basic right being taken from me without my constitutional right to due process?"

Homegirl is smart. Full legal name; Stephanie Dykes, Ph.D. Ahhh, yes. Queer people have the ability to learn just like straight people. They also have the ability to love. She said it like this,"I'm 51, so that cuts down my pool of potential women alot. I'm transgender which cuts it down a LOT, and I'm a lesbian, so I have very very minimal choices. I just want my happily ever after like everyone else. I just want to be held by someone who wants to hold me too."

But seriously, who can blame her? Isn't that what we all want?

So if you read the title of this post and got your judging-face on, wipe it off. When you see a transgender or gay couple don't be quick to stereotype or put them off as different. Cause they just want to be held. Just like you.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Jack-o-lanterns and Georgia/Florida

I've felt for a while now that I need to visit Charlotte to see my sisters and new brother-in-law. So last weekend for Halloween and the Georgia/Florida game, the man and I went to visit.

Friday night we thought it'd be fun to carve pumpkins, in the spirit of the season. Turns out we were a little late for the pumpkin patch because when we got there a rope had been wrapped around the area, creating a barrier between us and our desired gourds. What do we do? In Ashley's words we "stole the pumpkins." In anyone else's terms, we stepped over a rope. At which point we each chose a pumpkin and in true thief style, each slipped a $10 bill into the owner's shed. Rebellious.

About an hour into carving our pumpkins I straightened up and realized that the way the pumpkins were being carved was an exact match of our personalities- sisters and significant others alike. Here's a rundown:
Ashley and Hunter- still poking holes in the pattern, each with their own pumpkin, and each expecting their pumpkins to be perfect.
Lisa and Matt- Lisa helped pick the pattern and then poured herself a glass of wine to sip on while she watched Matt carve it for her.
Me and Jason- I finished picking the pattern, poking the holes and carving the pumpkin in 30 minutes. Then I was on to turning Nutter Butters into white chocolate-covered ghosts. Jason never considered carving, he was eating the pumpkin seeds. Just too perfect. Anyways, aside from Georgia getting an expected beating from Florida the next exciting event was HALLOWEEN! In true triplet style we dressed as the three blind mice. Some of the pictures make even me look twice. We dress alike to mess with people's minds. Jason and Matt dressed as the hoodrats that they are. What does Hunter go as? An orange dinosaur. Which isn't surprising. What else isn't surprising? His mother made the costume for him in a day. Someone's an only child. Last time my mom made one of us a costume was when Ashley was a shark. Which was then passed down so that I could be a shark in 5th grade. Shall we reminisce?





**Check out that scary shark in the back left.**

Hope everyone had a happy Halloween!

Monday, November 2, 2009

Unfortunate Air Time

So I've been epically bad at writing this past few weeks but that's what happens when you're on your death bed. Ok maybe not my death bed but my health hasn't exactly been stellar.

To make you look twice today, check out a fellow brothel member of mine, rockin her body at the GA/FL game.

http://deadspin.com/5394371/why-is-this-gal-not-wearing-a-top-at-the-florida%20georgia-game

Yes, she's wearing a top. We like to keep it classy.