I spent some time debating with myself on whether or not I was going to talk about this particular identity. Not that I am ashamed of it, but because I think that I might get some of the most vitriol about it. Strange, when I think about it that I was more nervous about being challenged or abused for daring to call myself a geek than pansexual, or discussing my journey to cisgender identification.
Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 28 years old. Since at one point in my life I was on a pretty fast track to dying young, I think keeping myself alive for another 366 days (leap year) in a row is an accomplishment. This post is more or less a lengthy reflection of nothing about politics, philosophy or anything except personal reflections of the past year in my life.
xavea’s note: This is a guest post written by my friend Erin. Since I do not claim all identities worth exploring, I have invited a number of people to write guest posts about aspects that make up their identity which I do not share. Please note that while some minor editing has been done by me (to fix typos, formatting), any other edits to content have been done by the guest author, but pictures and captions were done by me. The opinions expressed are strictly those of the guest author. I may or may not agree with the opinions expressed, but it is not my right to police how someone else crafts their identity.
Erin can be found on Twitter @e103084
Hey there, my name is Erin, and I have been kindly asked to contribute to this blog on the theme of religion as identity, as part of the larger theme of identity politics in general.
My friend Katie Burnett is an amazing boudoir photographer. She has a great blog about body positivity where she posts some of the photos she takes. I wrote a guest post for her that came out last week. The original post on her site can be found here. Obviously all photo credits in this post are to Katie Burnett Photography.