Disorientation

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So, this would be the question. How do you define yourself? Male? Female? Heterosexual? Bisexual? Homosexual? Transexual? Autosexual? Asexual? Pansexual? Do you Identify yourself at all within these categories? How do you define what you are defining? Does what you mean line up with the general consensus? And what if you don't fit? What are you then? Does it even matter?


What a mess.

And everything's either compleatly right/left winged and biased, or provides no References I can use. And, I could use them, if I could check them out of out library. Of course, if our library was bigger than the average highschool gymnasium...So, I don't know what is even reliable. Blarg.

That, and I can barely suss out a true thesis statement in all of this. Everytime I get something close, it vanishes, or it's not a real statement. And then throw in the fact that half of the terms I'm not working to define are theoretical statements which should be defined in order to be clear of what I'm talking about. For example: Identity. What is that? And don't say "Identity is how a person identifies themself", becuase it don't work. Then there's "self". Don't even get me STARTED on self.

Maybe it just seems big because Sal's been pushing us so hard on breaking down assumed categories that everything seems to require some sort of "truth". Which, itself, doesn't exist... Truth is a theory too.

Theory is a theory!

GAH!

So, I can't decide if I've made any progress or not. I can't even decide if I'm on the right track or not... Or if this is what she wants. And, I tell ya, carrying around all the books I logged out of the library is making me nuts. And sore.

Tomorrow, I'll be living in the Library, just to get the research/quote bit out of the way so I can create 8-10 pages over the weekend. That, and the play review, which I should be able to do Friday directly after the show if I play my cards right.

I guess I just feel a little... foggy. Or something. I'm not burning out (which, in itself, is making me nervous), I'm just a little... something. Words are doing a swirly thing in my head, and getting thoughts down is like nailing jello to a wall: bits of it stay, but the rest just slides away and leaves you with a mess.

So, I'm going to take a bit of a break and write some Stone Cold Blues over on DeviantArt. Then I'll read some more, and see what happens.

Word.