And He was asking him, "What is your name?" And he said to Him, "My name is Multitude; for we are many."
«I offered P. a long and black, that suits him beautifully. It was my first formal dress, which contributed to my becoming woman. P. uses it and will use it in the course of his refusal as a male subject, in the reinvention of his everyday possibilities: tecnodrag, genderfuck, genderexperiment.»
Last chapter of Beatriz Preciado.
Despite the problems I occasionally find in Preciado (the attraction for an aesthetic and male power, the overvaluation of love), reaching the end of this book makes me unstable and restless. These thoughts and ideas triggered new forms of thinking about bodies, identities, pleasures and politics and of questioning the effectiveness of several forms of trans*/queer/feminist activisms. Inherently addicted to genderfucking, to the material and corporeal abnegation of these days away from the city; it is time to reinvent myself once again, to allow me more. Today I don´t even think about dicks, penises or dildos, I think of identities that can be created with a renewed awareness of the infinite possibilities of experimenting with supplements, cross strategies of escape and subversion. A broader notion of the self, a way of `denaturalize´ and `naturalize´ responses of our bodies and ourselves, but at the same time, a broader notion on how to reconfigure an effective transfeminist activism.
On our first day here, I offered P. one of my dresses, long and black, that suits him beautifully. This was the dress of my first concerts, my first formal dress, over fifteen years ago. It is the handover of a personal artifice which contributed to my becoming woman: a supplement that helped me feel: woman, adult, musician. P. uses it and will use it in the course of his refusal as a male subject, in the reinvention of his everyday possibilities: tecnodrag, genderfuck, genderexperiment.