(Here are a few answers for the Anon questions. I posted this on my personal page when I started it a year ago. Here’s a bit of personal insight. I’m not going to go much deeper publicly.)
James Lipton asks these 10 questions to every guest at the end of “Inside the Actor’s Studio”
1. What is your favorite word?
2. What is your least favorite word?
3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
laughter, intelligence, glasses, rowboats, the mountains, soccer fields, theatres, big dinners with good people, good microbrews
4. What turns you off?
“…because I said so” and cocky ignorance
5. What is your favorite curse word?
F*&^!!! – or, I mean, ‘f……’
6. What sound or noise do you love?
Anyone’s laugh – bells in old cathedrals - the sound of a shutter on a camera
7. What sound or noise do you hate?
Bones breaking - tires screeching
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Professional Historian - Park Ranger - Teacher
9. What profession would you not like to do?
an ER doctor or a butcher
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
The library is to the right.
The Q(*) with an asterisk is a method of including as many and all people.
Terminology and identifying words are constantly evolving and the asterisk is a sign of solidarity to all within the community.
Q sometimes stands for Queer.
Q sometimes stands for Questioning (though many people prefer the term undeclared)
Ok. Please excuse me for this but my queer* level is quite high right now. I am kind of proud that my tumblr blog (knowhomo.tumblr) is sandwiched between EveryoneIsGay and Barack Obama’s for top contributor for LGBTQ tags.
My thesis year starts in August.
I must decide this summer what to focus on. My heart keeps pulling back to a queer* thesis.I feel my heart does this not only because I am queer* and I feel that voice is needed but more because I love queer* history and research.
I also find queer* history and research to be emotionally draining. I find my arms ache to embrace so many people. I find tears that never fall flowing out for strangers who’s voices I will never hear. I find my voice evaporate when I try to explain why so many are forgotten. I find myself desperate to find so many who are hidden in print shelved for decades.
I want to know my backbone can handle the weight a queer* thesis would mean.
Because if I am going to do this, I am going to do all of it. I am going to rock it!
(-And I am determined to do it without becoming angry or drinking my way through it.)