And once again I am hugely frustrated - about dancing. I can imagine everyone now rolling there eyes now- Yes, been there done that. Frustration while dancing is nothing new. I have explerienced technique frustration, dancepartner frustration, not dancing frustration, trainer frustration and generalised frustration against anything.
My frustration, I fear, is frustration against everything. My dance partner is starting to get on my nerves. the other people are so arrogant its disgusting, and the teachers just simply suck, because they wont teach you properly. oh yes, and to top it off, i cant do what I am expecting myself to be able to dance.
I need a break from dancing here. I miss my old club, where I had even worse issues, but at least I had the few people that made dancing worthwile and bearable and where I could trust the teacher not to bullshit.
Saturday, 26 February 2011
Monday, 21 February 2011
eight days a week
one of those impossible wishes i guess..
it rained. the first rain of the many more to come this year. the dust has settled down on the streets. the air smells of nature for a change. and my mind feels strangely awake.
i try to cram in a million little details about electrolytic cells and hydrostatics. and MY MIND IS TAKING IT ALL IN!! woah i feel wonderful. tht might explain my sudden urge to blog, hurriedly penning/keying in my thoughts before my lappy, running low on battery, dies.
it was wonderful to hear from you Julia. my comp as you know is still stuck in the middle ages, but now my mail also seems to have joined in. gives me awkward messages at awkward momments. so instead of trying to fight with that fiend, im here to say hi!!!!!!!!!!!!
in another less than 80 days i will be done with this overrated pursuit of college.
and i will be FREEEEEE!!!!!! TO D WHAT EVER I WANT::
so here's to the good times to come.
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time to go back. i really love those leprechauns that carry the double charge of copper in that maze of enormous water monsters..
it rained. the first rain of the many more to come this year. the dust has settled down on the streets. the air smells of nature for a change. and my mind feels strangely awake.
i try to cram in a million little details about electrolytic cells and hydrostatics. and MY MIND IS TAKING IT ALL IN!! woah i feel wonderful. tht might explain my sudden urge to blog, hurriedly penning/keying in my thoughts before my lappy, running low on battery, dies.
it was wonderful to hear from you Julia. my comp as you know is still stuck in the middle ages, but now my mail also seems to have joined in. gives me awkward messages at awkward momments. so instead of trying to fight with that fiend, im here to say hi!!!!!!!!!!!!
in another less than 80 days i will be done with this overrated pursuit of college.
and i will be FREEEEEE!!!!!! TO D WHAT EVER I WANT::
so here's to the good times to come.
.
.
.
.
.
.
time to go back. i really love those leprechauns that carry the double charge of copper in that maze of enormous water monsters..
Saturday, 12 February 2011
male and female: black and white, or what?
When are you male/female?
This is a simple question, especially at fist thought, but actually so much more complicated. Is it what you look like? what you feel like or whether your cells contain XX or XY?
if your answer is what you look like, or the genetics, what happens to those unfortunate people "born in the wrong body?" Are these transvestites what they look or what they feel like?
Another scenario: you are female, have always been female, have been brought up as a female, and have female secondary sexual characteristics. But when going to the doctor to get advice on how to get pregnant, you dont only find out that you are infertile, but that your genotype is XY. are you male or female?
And what happens to the very few unfortunate babies born with XY but a partially functional testosterone receptor: half the testosterone works, the other half is changed to oestrogen due to the high androgen concentration. you get a mixture of both male and female genitalia. So what are these babies? male? female? and who decides?
and what about the hoard of other issues: sexual orientation, marriage, perspective of yourself and stigma of society.
finally if you are a doctor and your patient has this XY despite looking XX issue: do you tell them and risk deep psychological trauma, or do you not tell them, even though you know?
This is a simple question, especially at fist thought, but actually so much more complicated. Is it what you look like? what you feel like or whether your cells contain XX or XY?
if your answer is what you look like, or the genetics, what happens to those unfortunate people "born in the wrong body?" Are these transvestites what they look or what they feel like?
Another scenario: you are female, have always been female, have been brought up as a female, and have female secondary sexual characteristics. But when going to the doctor to get advice on how to get pregnant, you dont only find out that you are infertile, but that your genotype is XY. are you male or female?
And what happens to the very few unfortunate babies born with XY but a partially functional testosterone receptor: half the testosterone works, the other half is changed to oestrogen due to the high androgen concentration. you get a mixture of both male and female genitalia. So what are these babies? male? female? and who decides?
and what about the hoard of other issues: sexual orientation, marriage, perspective of yourself and stigma of society.
finally if you are a doctor and your patient has this XY despite looking XX issue: do you tell them and risk deep psychological trauma, or do you not tell them, even though you know?
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