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āDo you know what they get to keep if you stay here? You want them to have all the height and all the power? You just gonna let them have Billieās flower? If they get that, then they get Ellaās scat, they get Pacās rap, they get Oprahās wagon of fatā¦. and Iāll be damned if I leave and they get to keep Whitney off crack!ā

āYou confuse what’s important with what’s impressive.ā


āBut now isnāt simply now. Now is also a cold reminder: one whole day later than yesterday, one year later than last year. Every now is labeled with its date, rendering all past nows obsolete, untilālater of soonerāperhapsāno, not perhapsāquite certainly: it will come.ā
“There is a kind of energy born out of shame, formed by and in it, that can act as a force for transformation. This energy finds its expression in a theatricalized identity, in performance, in a love of display or extravagance, in parody. Self-display and theatricality are and have been among the most important means of defying heteronormative hegemonyāand this is why they have always been the objects of such virulent attacks.”

“Can I offer you a roll? Or the chilling tale of how I lost my daughter?”

“…this idea of how we can individually and collectively reenact or instead metabolize and recover from trauma in our bodies is most intriguing. How being a trans woman successfully walking body after your transition, finally being heralded for your femininity by your peers after being physically threatened, endangered, and brutalized by the outside world for not blending in might just be a type of bodily recovery from a lifetime of such trauma.”


“It’s this new hookup app my company is launching. We’ve got Grindr. We’ve got Tinder. This is Zellweger. It’s for gay guys who just want to talk about actresses, then go to bed.”
