Rambling Faggy Tranny,
Living in Utah.
My name is Dexter and I was assigned the gender "female" at birth. Since December of 2008, there's been a whole lotta social and physical transition going on up in here. Why? To help my brain and body physiologically connect. Importantly, my gender identity (genderqueer) hasn't changed and doubtfully ever will. Male, female, genderqueer, he, she, ze... whatev.
I'm currently a college student and a McNair Scholar majoring in Psychology. I intend to nab me a PhD!
Kiddle Era:
Can you count, suckers? I say, the future is ours... if you can count!
Grandparent Super Cuteness x’s 381
My grandparents are beyond elderly adorable. For my birthday, they decided to spoil me with a new laptop for school. Which is really exciting in and of itself - but, that isn’t the “super cute” part.
The card they gave me with it =’s super cuteness x’s 381:
Notice something?
Grandson.
My first ever grandson card from my GRANDPARENTS. My grandparents who both grew up in one of the most conservative states in the nation - Utah.
My grandparents were both born in the 1930s (1930 and 1934 to be exact) during the Great Depression. This was decades before the civil rights movement or Stonewall. My grandma grew up on a farm in rural Utah and went to BYU (Brigham Young University). My grandpa grew up in downtown Salt Lake City at a time when one of the most popular restaurants in town was Coon Chicken Inn (seriously).
In spite of this, they have never been racist or homophobic. My grandma even hosted a liberal anti-war, pro-civil rights talk radio program in Salt Lake City way back the 1960s - 1970s.
And here they are, 80+ years later giving their transgender grandqueer a “grandson” card. It’s above and beyond cute.
Theseus playing with my birthday bag!
Today is my birthday!
… and I celebrated by going to birthday breakfast! I initially planned on going to the Utah Renaissance Festival and Fantasy Faire, but then grew increasingly anxious about an important paper that’s due tomorrow. So - I postponed it for a day that will work way better! I’ve received the greatest presents ever.
This bag from Jude:
This envelope, sealed with a kiss:
This creepy doll from Shenan that I now call “Dexter’s love monkey” who opens his mouth into a perfect little O and sings when squeezed. It’s a perfect fit. Plus, Gany really, reeeeeally wants to gut the voice box out of this little guy:
A gift card to Nordstrom Rack for a new pair of shorts from Jude, who can’t stand the basketball shorts I romp around in daily and has been complaining about them since last summer. But the most important gift of all? The adorable company of and lovins from my friends and family last Thursday and this morning, of course!
Oh, and the best gift? My dad’s post on my Facebook wall:
Still just as cute as the first time I saw your little head pop out 29 years ago. Love, Pops. :)
, who later added:
It was a very strange experience. I always thought I was a rational person. I was certain I would retain complete objectivity when Dexter was born. But, the instant he appeared I was overwhelmed with a sense of euphoria. I knew I had no objectivity at all. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
Awww!
