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I still thought this way after seeing the well-meaning episode, in which transition meant genital surgery, being trans meant losing your oldest friends, and transsexuality as it was then called required you to reject your former life. Transparentwhich ran from totried hard to do better. While Transparent was critiqued for the casting of Tambor as Maura, critics continued to praise, dissect, and cover the show right up until multiple actors accused Tambor Album) egregious sexual advances in The current White House is hardly on our side, and has been rolling back recent protections, moving law and policy backward even as culture especially youth culture moves forward.
The struggle for recognition, for economic security, and for mere personal safety, is hardly over — too many of us live in poverty, and in fear of anti-trans violence. What can Maura tell us, or show us, today? First, this kind of representation matters. Transparent taught many cisgender people what transgender meant, and taught some closeted trans viewers, too.
Maura has what seems like delightful sexual play with a cis woman, and then with a cis man. In some ways, things have changed so much since that trans stories set even five years ago now read like historical fiction, or else like cringe comedy, a la Arrested Development.
Sometimes they send me through X-ray machines instead. In another sign of how quickly the culture has changed, the show took three and a half seasons to present a nonbinary character Ali, who now goes by Ari, played by the very expressive Gaby Hoffman.
Those moments could make the show strong, dividing audience sympathies between Maura and any or all of her kids. We hope someday we'll meet someone who will see that same morning face and instead see their future, their partner, their forever. The juiciest part of this essay, however, is the part where Taylor addresses whether or not any of the songs on Reputation are about anyone in particular. In short, no, though that certainly won't stop anyone from noticing lyrical parallels to Taylor's life.
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Where pale and distant Shapes made of shadow speak Forms in a feedback loop Of abandoned memory Allied in our open wounds, We bleed venom and wild flowers bloom, They give way To the side-winding vine, To the brambles of time. Love's first creation was loss. Red-shifted horizon looms, Echo chamber of self-imposed solitude Mass and weight fall away My true nature escapes What was boundless now stands consumed.
Unbroken circle, Grant us the crisis needed to heal, Through fevered visions, Silence devouring its own tail. Unbroken circle, Grant us the crisis needed to heal.
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