Profile: C
You can call me… C, I guess. It stands for Carde, and Carde is just fine too. Carde, for its part, is a nickname for something given to me when I was born. I think my real name is beautiful, but it’s hard for me to say it aloud.
I identify as… Nothing. I’m really amazed by all the people who can actually tell what they are and where they belong to. And who then carry themselves with overwhelming pride and comfort. I wish I was among them, but I’m not. For me (at least for now) there’s only this empty feeling of nothing. And nothing is something very hard for one to defend.
As far as third-person pronouns go, … “He” is fine. I may not be able to identify myself at the moment, but I know very well where I’d like to be, and where I have wanted to be for many years already. But for now, “she” has to be okay as well. In a way I think I’m lucky, since there are no gender-specific pronouns in the Finnish language. So your gender doesn’t have to come up in every sentence here and there. Although we have people yelling something like “What’s up girl?” and “Hey dude!” everywhere, like in any language.
I’m attracted to… Boys mostly, now that I’ve given myself a chance to love them too. Still, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t love my girlfriend with all my heart. I also often feel a need to clarify that I don’t like boys just because they’re boys, or I didn’t fall in love with girls because they were girls. What I see is just some hands, collarbones, legs, backs, hips, head, hair, fingers, knees, eyes, chin, mouth, clothing. I have actual difficulties to see any gender or sex through all the other features. I’m sorry, but I don’t really give a damn.
When people talk about me, I want them to… speak without fear or hesitation. I want them to be able to talk straight to me, to be themselves, act and speak freely. I always thought I’d be an easy person to talk to, so I wonder why it seems to be so hard. I have a great sense of humor, you know, and even the ability to laugh at myself. Don’t be so afraid about the things you’d like to say. It’s pointless: I may not be a very strong person, but if I could break that easily, it would have happened already.
I want people to understand… that even if I went through the trouble of fixing up this silly, frustrating body of mine, I’m not going to die. I know you’re all scared, but telling me how you’re going to miss me for eternity and how you’re loving me just as I am now and not as anything else, makes me feel like I really am dead to you. It’s true that somewhere in the future I might carry a different name (it’s for my parents to decide), I might look different, sound different, even act very differently. But I think it’s just something similar to growing up. I will still be me. I’m nothing new, I have still been born.
It’s like Coupland wrote in Little Creatures, if you’ll allow a quote: “I realize that my own nature — the core me — essentially hasn’t changed over all these years. When I wake up in the morning, for those first few moments before I remember where I am or when I am, I still feel the same way I did when I woke up at the age of five.”
About C
I’m a 22-year-old fool living in a polyamorous relationship, studying the history of arts in the University of Jyväskylä, Finland. I’m very clumsy and loving, shy and scared. I’m a lousy street dancer but I love to dance. I’m a writer and a failure as a filmmaker. I’m really into parkour. I try to go forward as fast as I can by using my legs, bicycles, motorcycles, snowboards, skates, anything to feel the rush. I’m obsessed with experiencing the thrill of falling.
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Posted by Kate on November 22nd, 2010 at 04:00 pm