Andrew Guy is a person in gender transition. He is moving from his birth identity as Anna to a new self-realised identity. I looked at the series of photos in the gay mag running his story, thought I liked the photos of Anna, but thought Andrew was rather hunky. I wish him well. He is self-advertising, self-promoting in a documentary as part of the process of paying for his gender re-alignment op in the USA.
Andy says to email him:
with any offers of donations towards his op. It made me think about my own narrative of self-awareness. Coming out in the 1970’s was vicious; part of the homophobic self-oppression was the way we would self-criticise, analysing every gesture for its effeminacy quotient. Was this lifestyle making me a girl? Especially while being fucked.
A younger gen has taken these issues to a whole new place: after all, how important is gender? Both men & women have nipples, we both have a penile organ of pleasure, god’s doodle, I believe a writer is calling it. The sooner we get past the mutual recriminations hanging on this cultural divide the better for all concerned. The Inuit believe in 13 gender states, through which we all transition daily, at different times.
HOW BIZARRE TO THINK SOME CULTURES ARE FIXATED ON CITIZENS MANIFESTING AND WO-MANIFESTING STATES #3 AND #9 mutually exclusively FOR LIFE.