A young woman greeted me on the first day of class, looking at me hard to see if I could place her. Indeed, I had seen her before, in another class two years prior, as a young man. Not only do I remember you, but I remember your writing, I said, happy to have this student return to take my course in creative nonfiction. And through several months, writings that revealed her journey, the physical and emotional aspects of her transition, emerged, not only creating a body of fresh work for her, but that made it okay for others to express what may not have come out otherwise—i.e. a woman who loved women balancing who she is with her Catholicism and strict Spanish family. In each of these cases, and others, I felt proud that The School of Visual Arts where I have taught for four decades was safe and nurturing, with supportive faculty. This is New York City, after all. And I wondered how others in America fared, where in every state, no one can stop same sex couples from marrying, and where basic LBGTQ rights are now rolled back under the present regime. I attended the GLSEN Awards, held at Cipriani 42 Street, and found out.
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Posted by: maryjane | June 09, 2017 at 02:28 AM