Wednesday, 16 January 2013

Lost Deborah

I have a sense that if I am lost for words then I am lost.

What is it, though, to be lost? How can a person actually be lost?

Do I not know where I am? Have I been disconnected from something to which I belong?

Who really does know where they are, in a spiritual or psychological sense? Who really even knows what it is to which they ought to belong?

If you are honest then don't doubt your doubt. If you are courageous then don't fear your doubting.

Again a state of existential uncertainty which could be attributed to trans seems to me better attributed to the modern human condition.

Gender uncertainty just highlights the uncertainty prevalent in life in general.

Do I create a kind of home, a kind of comfort for myself in self-expression? Is this a false comfort, a delusion of home?



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