Rebecca and Deborah

I've got an AGP crush on the actress Rebecca Hall. Have you seen her in Vicky Cristina Barcelona? She stars with Penelpe Cruz and Scarlett Johanssen. What  a line-up! And a good director as well.

It is interesting that heterosexually (or alloerotically, to use a term I've recently learnt) I actually find Penelope and Scarlett a bit sexier (well, Penelope certainly). But Rebecca... well, I have a sense that if I, Deborah, could be embodied, I would look like Rebecca.

In her appearance, in her acting, she gives off indications of character which I relate to. Which I like, yes, but more particularly identify with. Deborah, intelligent, sensitive, not wild, somewhat reserved, keenly thoughtful. Well, you find the words, or just intuit the qualities, by looking at Rebecca.

Rebecca Hall is an actress. I am not referring to her private self here. Deborah is a writer. I am referring to my private self here. I actualise myself here in writing, Rebecca actualises me in physical form. Of course irl most cisgendered people don't get the chance to actualise themselves physically anything like so magnificently. That's what I'm on about, so often: trans frustration is only one aspect of a broader ontological oppression. I assert, you please join me in asserting, a bold new reality in which rl's impediments to self-actualisation are kicked out gloriously of the window.

Perhaps the window that Rebecca is leaning against above.

Thanks Rebecca!