One of the older campers happens to have the same name as me, and we develop a ritual. Every time I see him, I reach out to shake his hand, stifle a giggle and say, Hi Henry, said Henry, to Henry, from Henry!
Performance: The Ubyssey's Gender Issue
Before we even got started on this issue, we were fighting. Our experiences of gender are so different that it’s hard to find a Venn Diagram that we could base our ideas off of. But that’s sort of the whole point, right? We have such different ideas of what our genders mean, so we stuck to the only bit of common ground between all of us: performance.
you know, I've always wanted to be an inanimate object
I am not a philosopher.
The first time I brought my partner to my place, I asked them to wait outside my bedroom — I wanted to make sure that there was nothing inside that I didn’t want them to see.
Our first date was one of endurance. We walked for hours downtown and my shoulder grew tired from the regret of putting so much stuff in my bag in an earlier fit of nerves.
We complement each other well. Both of us live without and between gender, weaving our identities like tangled embroidery thread in a colourful drawer.
Dysphoria with my body and how I was perceived had come to a head and simply put, pretending to be a woman was no longer a viable option.
This whole issue being on the topic of gender and performance made me curious about peoples’ writing. Do we ‘perform’ our genders every time we sit down at the keyboard? In other words, could there be any signs in a person’s writing of what gender they are?
Mulan, who went to war in place of her father, was never a warrior by nature. She was just being punished by a sin that she had never committed.
University should be a safe space to experiment with expressing your identity through your look.
"I think mentorship means so much more between women when it’s covered with solidarity of knowing that it’s not just about those big issues that are often heavy and difficult, but it’s also about coming into these places with a sense of humour.”
I didn’t catcall women, brag about sexual conquests or demean people with names. So how could I be affected by toxic masculinity?
Mystique and Villanelle each fight against a world that tries to limit their capabilities and desires. They inspired me to be brave by being myself.
One morning when I was in Grade Five I woke up with a giant pimple on my left cheek.
It’s a funny thing, to feel hollow.
If you’re an assigned-female-at-birth Trans person, men's deodorant really great for pushing away dysphoria. It’s subtle, but you can catch whiffs of it when you move.
The moment she woke up to loud gospel music blaring from the kitchen, she immediately groaned.
New province, new school, new friends. This is all well and good but I’m still frustratingly the same.
“You do know that all female news readers are supposed to be slim, trendy and attention grabbers, right?”