S/HE"In these lyrical vignettes, Pratt expands the boundaries of gender and its theory. She explores the inconsistencies, the infinities, the fluidity of sex and gender, and asks intriguing questions: How many ways are there to be girl, boy, man, woman? Is there a connection between feminine, masculine, lesbian, heterosexual, between desire and liberation? How many ways can the body's sex vary---by chromosomes, hormones, genitals? How many ways can our gender expressions multiply---between home and work, at the computer and when we kiss someone, in our dreams and when we walk down the street? What is our dream of who we want to be? Pratt's stories are part of new theory appearing at the intersections---of the feminism of U.S. women's liberation, the writings of women of color in the U.S. and internationally, the queer ideas of lesbian and gay liberation, and the emerging thought of transgender liberation. S/HE helps move these ideas into action by giving us theory that has flesh and breath, that exists in all of our eccentric, complicated, daily lives."--BOOK JACKET. |
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Page 60
I complete the ritual of washing with not much soap a little bit of skin with the rest
covered by sheet , then rinse , pat dry , then another leaf of skin revealed , then
the painful lifting and heaving to get to her back , to change her diaper , the ...
I complete the ritual of washing with not much soap a little bit of skin with the rest
covered by sheet , then rinse , pat dry , then another leaf of skin revealed , then
the painful lifting and heaving to get to her back , to change her diaper , the ...
Page 69
Your starched shirt rasps my skin , friction of thin cotton . Your breath quickens as
you bend to bear me away . Your left arm curves across my shoulder and throat .
My face flushes , almost a hot flash , the shadow of an old blush . I let myself ...
Your starched shirt rasps my skin , friction of thin cotton . Your breath quickens as
you bend to bear me away . Your left arm curves across my shoulder and throat .
My face flushes , almost a hot flash , the shadow of an old blush . I let myself ...
Page 108
My skin sour with the smell of fermented apples , my alcoholic sweat . Years until
I emerged from that haze , like a heat mirage shimmering up from highway
asphalt , as if I stood in the middle of a road , waiting for something to hit me .
My skin sour with the smell of fermented apples , my alcoholic sweat . Years until
I emerged from that haze , like a heat mirage shimmering up from highway
asphalt , as if I stood in the middle of a road , waiting for something to hit me .
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User Review - dancingwaves - LibraryThingAn amazing book of vignettes that explore the ideas and intersections of love, sexuality, gender, and identity. A beautiful love letter to her partner, Leslie Feinberg. Read full review
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