One of the most fun parts for me about coming out as trans has been feeling like I have space to be as flamboyant as I want to be without worrying about being misread. Right now I’m really into painting my toenails and wearing eye glitter. Since I’m not on T, at first I thought it would be hard to do these things and still be intelligible as trans, but then I was like, fuck it, I’m just doing it. I feel lucky to have friends and lovers who get my complicated gender. [Read full post...]
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Oliver
This week, I’m taking up the hot topic that’s been on everyone’s minds: EMOTICONS. Emoticons have developed a bad rap in our post-adolescent, post-AOL life. I’m guilty of it, too—I have a clause in my syllabus that actively discourages my students from using emoticons in their written feedback on each other’s writing. You know, to avoid responses that say nothing more than: “I liked this!
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But here’s another thing I’m guilty of: using emoticons, and loving it.
I would like to make a case for the idiosyncratic and impassioned use of emoticons. They remind us—even as we type disembodied words into a computer—that there’s a face on the other end, and a face on our end. A face in front of a brain connected to a body powered by a heart. I would like to take up emoticons in a Haraway fashion—because of how they trouble and add pleasure to the blurry boundaries between human and machine. What could be more fun than representing our mood or facial expression with punctuation marks and letters? It’s like a nerd’s dream, having such a shorthand icon for emotion. Why wouldn’t we use them?


























