Gender Studies, 2011 by Bettina Rheims
“Rheims body of work Gender Studies, depicts transsexuals, women that have become men, men that have become women and a third gender; those that preferred not to choose a sex and exist as both, adopting a dual identity.
The foundation of this project emerged from a request to republish Modern Lovers a body of work concentrating on androgyny and transgender shot in the late eighties. Rheims decided to take the idea a step further and explore the differences and mindsets in the world of gender today in comparison to twenty plus years ago. Launching a Facebook profile depicting a number of the original pictures, Rheims posted a message encouraging those that ’felt different’ to get in touch with the studio and from there she orchestrated Skype conversations with young volunteers from around the world who shared..
"the most beautiful stories about their lives. A lot of them knew from childhood, that they were born in the wrong body and had decided, many with the help of their parents, to correct the original mistake. But what struck me as being completely new were the ones who refused to choose between the two options, and had decided to live using both identities. Depending on the day, the mood; why not have it all? In Australia, last Autumn, someone got the mention ‘X’ on their passport, recognising for the first time the existence of a third sex - Rheims”
*cries because I will never be this pretty*
i put my headphones into the microphone jack by accident and i was like “oops wrong hole” and i laughed for 78 minutes
Living with a dog is like having a furry drunk person following you around all the time.
There’s a winged liner “terminology” reference list going around and I decided to give them correct names.
accurate picture is accurate
the great thing about coffee: it cures exhaustion at 11 pm and enables you to write a bomb ass paper
The bad thing about coffee: it’s now 3 am and the only thing I want to do is cha cha real smooth
i cant believe caffeine was the only drug i was on when i wrote this
I’m like ‘the Tea Party is racist’ and my friend is like ‘Kamau, you can’t call the Tea Party racist. They’re not all racist.’ And I was like, you know what, I don’t need the Tea Party to be 100% racist for me to feel perfectly fine calling them racist. I don’t need 100% racism in the group. It could be way less than 100%. 10% is plenty for me. If the Tea Party is 10% racist I feel comfortable labeling the whole group racist.
Let me explain how that works. If I offer you a shake, a milkshake. I say ‘would you like a milkshake?’ You go “yeah, sure I’d like a milkshake.” I go, ‘okay, here you go, but just so you know it’s 10% shit.’
Oh, now you suddenly you understand how it works. 10% is kinda a lot ain’t it. You go ‘uh oh, that’s too much shit in my shake.
i find my cosmic insignificance reassuring
the stars don’t fucking care who i am or what i do
i owe the universe nothing
i exist on my own terms