Okay, it’s time to come clean. My brother put this random-ass pitch in the Thrill Google Doc, and now I don’t know what to write about.Continue reading
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Disclaimer: this article assumes some baseline knowledge about trans/genderqueer… stuff. Check out any of the Thrill’s Queer 101 articles if you’re confused.
Hi, Kenyon! My name is Cat March. Did you hear me? No? Then I will say it louder. MY NAME! IS CAT! MARCH! I’m a sophomore English major from Providence, Rhode Island. I’m also genderqueer and have recently started the process of changing my name. Initially, I was going to structure this post like a Queer 101 article, but then I realized it was turning into a personal narrative. I’m beginning to take the first steps in my journey to becoming The Person I Want To Be™ and I’ve always found it therapeutic to scream my experiences into the void, so here we are! My adventures in name-changing! Thanks for bearing with me and I hope this is at least slightly informative for people with questions about gender.
The Thrill is proud to feature personal narratives courtesy of Project Open Voices, a coalition of students providing a platform for open dialogue on campus. Today’s essay is titled “Here Is A Story About My Body” and was authored anonymously. POV is always accepting new submissions, so if you want to share your story, email firstname.lastname@example.org. If you would like to remain anonymous, you can submit by signing into a second email account: email@example.com (password: kenyoncollege). POV meets Saturdays at 4pm in the Bemis music room in Peirce; new faces are always welcome.
Kenyon was the first campus I visited. Immediately, I had a sense that I could find my own place here. No other school gave me that gut reaction; it felt like fate had handed me my choice.
I carried a lot of things with me on the plane as I flew back home. I had a vision of my future, a mixture of excitement for college and ennui for high school, and small, hidden behind everything else, a nagging feeling that I wasn’t going to fit in. On my visit, I had noticed a few things about Kenyon students: they were smart, outgoing, creative and fashionable, but most of all, they were skinny.