guys I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. I’ve been really fucking busy but I’m very happy. I passed my thesis defense, and my professors loved my poetry manuscript. They all told me they think my thesis is publishable the way it is. At my graduation party, a man whose daughter is a creative writer asked to read my manuscript. I was a little nervous, since 75% of the manuscript is about feminism, and I’m always nervous discussing feminism with men, especially through the medium of my poetry. But he read it, and was so invested in reading it he actually left the party and went to sit in a corner by himself until he finished reading it (keep in mind it’s 60 pages of poetry, so it is not an easy read!). When he was done reading it, he came up to me and told me not only that he thought it was really well done, but that whatever publishing company I chose to publish it would be *lucky* to get it. Them, lucky! Not me, them! I just about died, I’d never gotten a better compliment.
Not only that, but I’ve been doing a lot of poetry readings! I’ve done two in the past three weeks, and I have another one coming up tomorrow - that’s three poetry performances in a month. Only one of the readings I had booked myself - the other two I was asked to join in, after the people had heard me read somewhere else. I’ve also made $50 selling my poetry chapbooks, little pocket-sized books of poetry.
I’m also graduating tomorrow, getting my master’s in Creative Writing. This means I’m COMPLETELY DONE with school! No more school for me ever again. Well — there is a slight possibility of me going back to school, but that’s not happening unless it becomes much more popular to offer doctorates in creative writing, because no way in fuck am I going to get a doctorate in English Literature.
However, despite the fact that I hate Literature and academia, I had a really great time these past two semesters in my literature classes. I got my first A+ in grad school from writing a paper on (physical) fairness in modern culture, and its origination from colonialist literature (with an emphasis on Snow White literature). Most recently I wrote another paper inspired by cultural theory: whiteness as a constitution in postmodern literature. My professor, who is a woman of color, was absolutely thrilled on my essay. I have never been prouder of anything I’ve written for a class than those two essays.
As if that wouldn’t make life great enough, I’ve also been having really great consistent queer sex, with someone I care for deeply. I feel as if I’m in a dream. Everything that I’ve wanted out of life is finally coming to fruition. Now if only I could live on a cat island……..
Hey guys I’m now identifying as androfemme k thx ^_^