Author: tiphane

Références: Genre en Français

L’usage du genre neutre en français tarde à être introduit, car c’est difficile d’altérer une langue avec des règles plutôt strictes qui nous ont été inculquées pendant toutes nos années scolaires… Après ça la maîtrise du langage devient une sorte d’outil pour maintenir la patriarchie… Voici quelques ressources que j’ai trouvé récemment qui pourraient vous aider. En même temps j’ajoute un cours sur l’identité conçu à l’université de Montréal (qui jusqu’à cette année semblait ignorer notre existence). https://divergenres.org/regles-de-grammaire-neutre-et-inclusive ‘comment je te présente’ me demanda ma soeur…  Je n’y avais pas pensé, étant donné que ma démarche trans s’est faite en anglais et que je sens que tout est plus difficile dans ma culture d’origine.  Alors je suis très heureuxe d’introduire ces conseils!  C’est bien en avance de l’académie française qui a déclaré ne pas vouloir reconnaître l’existence du non-binaire. Alors peut-être que la prochaine fois, je dirai à ma soeur de me désigner comme ‘man froeur’ … https://www.noslangues-ourlanguages.gc.ca/fr/blogue-blog/respecter-la-non-binarite-de-genre-fra Un bon côté d’être d’un pays bilingue, la question s’est posée plus vite au gouvernement du Canada …

My Words / Mes Mots

My Words My words are like autumn leaves They follow the wind And seize a last ray from the sun To gather in my garden. Do I burn them? Or Let them work their seasonal way Into the ground, composting, Fertilizing my thoughts, Retiring in wintry silence? The sprouts of spring In my garden, announce Flowers, birds, and bees Words reworded Lines rewritten Paraphrased and edited And I hear, I listen to The rebirth of poetry. My words are like the summer leaves Invincible, solidly attached Basking in the sun Washing in the mist Dancing with the hummingbird: They have life! They aspire to be read, To be the voices in the head The sticky notes on a door That give you pleasure. I give you my words: They are to be planted In your garden. Mes Mots Mes mots sont comme les feuilles de l’automne Qui suivent le vent En recevant un dernier rayon du soleil Avant de tomber dans mon jardin. Dois-je les brûler, Ou Les laisser faire leur travail saisonnier Se décomposant …

My Shotgun Players Sassafras Page

I’m a member of the board of the Shotgun Players Theatre here in Berkeley, and every year we have a fundraising event.  However this year it’s gone online as a “virtual event” and I just drank a lot of coffee and made up this whole thing for anyone out there to consider… go to this page: https://app.mobilecause.com/vf/SHOTGUN/BibiTiphane Hello! I was not going to invite you to Sassafras, because as you know, I’m an introvert! I was going to offer to work on the edges of it, play hostess and maybe serve you drinks and make sure to have towels handy in case you spilled it on your beautiful dress! You would have been able to bid on live auctions of world-wide travel to participate in the big viral whirlwind, but instead, if you’re like me, you have figured out that you have spent less by staying at home all that time. But there are many people who have also lost their source of income, so it’s time to share our surplus (amassed thanks to 40 …

Good bye, facebook!

I have asked to delete my facebook account! I hesitated a lot, you know, for fear of missing out, but here’s how I realized it was the right thing to do: 1- after clearing the cookies in Firefox (you do use Firefox as your browser, right? Start with that, if you don’t), I realized I had to log into Facebook, so I decided to do it from a Private Window (it will save you from collecting data from the sites you visit, and you’ll notice a difference in targeted ads that give you the feeling of being spied upon). 2- Given that I was going to Facebook in a Private Window, I reduced my number of visits because of the added effort… It worked! I was down to a weekly visit. Facebook sent me lots of e-mails about what my friends were doing and how I should come for a visit, but that only confirmed that I was not that interested. 3- I had more free time and worried less about “the world out there.” …

My Library Thing

I wanted to share books that I liked by donating them to the Pacific Center’s library, but I was told they no longer could fit more on their shelves.  Sadly, they hardly had any titles relevant to trans people, so I thought I’d make my own, catalog them on Library Thing.  I may end up adding all the books currently in my apartment…  But for now, I may lend a book if you write to me and we can use Berkeley Espresso or Au Coquelet as our exchange site.  I don’t have a front yard to build a little library! Access my Library Thing here…   I get my books from Bookshop Santa Cruz or Pegasus mostly, and I find the book reviews from Almost, Almost very useful (you can find many of the reviewed titles at the Berkeley Public Library).    

les vaches folles

Inspired by an actual dream, so is it Fiction or Non-Fiction? Photo Essay: the view from inside a bowl of cereal. The dream: my father on the other side of the table from me and my mother; he says something, a comment about us on the other side, alluding to how mad we may be, like mad cows (except it’s in French, and in French the cows are feminine, which is their gender, grammatically that is, as the cows haven’t expressed even their madness to be labeled mad).  I end with finding comfort inside my bowl of cereal, which is very realistic: it is my bowl, it is my cereal, in which I find comfort.