“Barcelona is a liberal city with a vast community of gays, transgenders and transsexuals. It is a colorful microcosm in which it’s easy to lose oneself”, writes Paola de Grenet at the beginning of her excellent portofolio Life as a Transsexual. I will add that it is a microcosm to which is also easy to… Continue reading Life as a Transsexual in Barcelona
After trying to call your attention, two days ago, to an article in The New York Times about politics and human rights in my native country -Catalonia-, I feel now the urge to publish this short note about National Geographic‘s latest special issue: GENDER REVOLUTION.
Certainly I do not want to convert this blog of mine into a kind of social network wall; but these two instances seem justified to me. Even more this present one, which I am posting in the first place for my late sister’s sake (who was a transgender kid and teen herself, decades ago, in much less favourable times for all of them, wherever they lived). I do it also in my name, since I have my own, different, gender issues (I am non-binary, agender and queer, and in an earlier epoch of my life, androgynous or bi-gender and fluid… Oh, yes, all of…
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By Li Fontrodona Six tulips (I guess they are tulips): one for each of the six persons who have commented at least once here, on my late sis’s blog, during its ten months of existence, while she was here to look and count. She felt a bit disappointed for her scarce online success in spite… Continue reading For my little firefly’s sake: many thanks and some tulips to her true friends!
Call me Ari or Ariel. I am Catalan, born in Malgrat, Principat de Catalunya, but my dad was also a Rrom, so I have 50% of gypsy blood (and this is an important half). I have to be thankful to my parents for having chosen Ariel as my first name, because in many places it… Continue reading About me – An introduction, some intimate memories and a great love poem
Once, I lost a person very close to me; so close, that she was part of me: my best friend and my mate and lover. It happened thirteen years ago (but it could have been yesterday; or even today, because I’m still losing her every day of my life), and she is not in any… Continue reading Every Day of Remembrance – Speaking with the dead
I bet that many, if not all, trans persons have been called ‘weirdos’ (or an equivalent term in their own tongue) some times in their life. Well, I have been; so much that I learned to like the word and, even more, the concept itself. Here there is a comic strip by Bill Watterson that… Continue reading I am transgender. So, am I a weirdo…?