This is a personal blog. It is personal in the sense that it will contain my personal views, my own musings, about sundry and assorted matters. It is not a journal of my daily activities, nor is it a place for me to whinge about whatever is bothering me at that moment (unless I do so in a carefully considered, thought-out manner). I have other places to do that.
(TL;DR? I’m queer, Roman Catholic, non-binary/GQ, prefer the pronouns e/em/eir or ze/hir, Canadian, university student who reads a lot, wastes too much time on the internet, and plays Skyrim when I get a chance.)
I don’t know where you found this blog from – perhaps you follow me on Tumblr and found it that way. Perhaps the magic of Internet search engines brought you here. Either way, I feel that you need some context. Because I believe that context is always important (unless you’re making dirty jokes). Context gives you valuable information and allows you to understand what you read (or see or hear) that much better.
Especially since I intend for this to be a, as I said, personal blog. I will at times be speaking from personal experience, and rather than have to go into my life’s story each time I want to do that, I’m going to provide you with some context about me right here, right now.
I am a queer university student, studying for a Bachelor of Arts at a small liberal arts university. I am a full-time student with a part-time job. I am out on campus and in my university town, but I am not out as queer to my family (besides my sister). I say this, but I suspect that it is a closet with a glass door.
I was an executive council member of my university’s LGBTQ support group. It is for both my university and our sister-university (who is much larger and has many more faculties) next door. (And for the general public, i.e. high school students, young adults, community at large.)
I am white, in appearance and heritage. I am usually androgynous-presenting, getting read alternately as a woman and a man. I do, on occasion, have what could be called masculine privilege. I self identify as non-binary gendered or genderqueer. But at the same time, I was raised and socialized as a girl/woman. I am a young person in a university & government town. I am a Canadian living in Canada and a Maritimer living in the Maritimes.
I live with a roommate (who is awesome) and my roommate’s cat (who snores) in a second-floor downtown apartment (which is convenient) with a bathroom bigger than our kitchen (which is adorable) in an old house (which is also adorable). Said apartment is conveniently located within 5 minutes walking distance of
almost everything the local Catholic church, which I try and attend each Sunday.
In my personal life and my own conception of myself, there are three corner stones on which my self-image is built. I am (Roman) Catholic. I am a writer, sometimes a poet. I am queer. Queer doesn’t just mean sexuality, for me. It covers my gender, too, as well as other meanings of the word: odd, strange, unique, possibly even subversive in some way. A fourth stone, a centre-stone between the three corners of the triangle, perhaps, is that I am a learner. I value learning and knowledge as important in my internal life (and in simply keeping my mind occupied!).
I am, broadly speaking, fairly privileged in relation to the society I was born, raised, and live in, and in the global society. But that I am also queer (sexuality-wise and gender-wise), socialized as a woman (and still often read and legally defined as Female or Woman), and from the lower end of the economic spectrum (though certainly not the lowest by any means, and I have had educational advantages and been raised in such a way that speaking in socioeconomic terms I would have to, I think, define myself as having been lower-middle class, perhaps verging on working class), but also now partaking of a liberal arts university education.
As far as I am aware, I’m neurotypical (and I have yet to have legitimate cause to think otherwise). I am an able-bodied person and, besides being strongly introverted, don’t have any real barriers to accepted mainstream communication & access. This does, I think, cover all the bases I intend to cover with this rather dry accounting of my personal context. If by some chance you have actually read all of this, and read it this far, and wish to speak with me about anything I’ve said here, do feel free to contact me at cath [dot] queer [at] gmail [dot] com. Without the spaces, and replacing the [dot] with an actual dot.