expansion of horizons

Not work excites morals. This is a man. De l’Horizon defines itself as non-binary. Yes. That’s all, as far as I can tell. the whole problem And that’s my problem: I can’t keep up anymore.

The fact that the two sexes do not encompass all possible forms of life has been known since the beginning of mankind and in all cultures. Most indigenous languages ​​have terms for it, and it is often associated with special skills or a privileged social position. However, along with these old cultures, understanding seems to have also been eradicated, because today transgender and non-binary people are under attack not only from right-wing and religious politicians and groups, but also from women, feminists. This worries me deeply. Because I definitely call myself a feminist. “A matter of honour,” as Pipilotti Rist once famously said. But now I have to distance myself from this term, I have to explain it, put it into perspective. The gift: women are still at a disadvantage, both in the literary world and elsewhere. Women’s hard-won rights are under threat. America, the country in which I live, is returning to darkness by leaps and bounds. But this threat, this lack, does not come from the queer community! Should we now measure solidarity with a thimble and distribute it so sparingly that in the end it will only be enough for one of us? But who is ours?

If I had to put a label on myself, it would be a woman-born woman and a mother. However, I cannot relate to the many people who share these qualities with me. Some scare me, give me nightmares, like mothers who want to ban books and censor music. Or those who demonstrate in front of the town hall and threaten the newlyweds with the devil and hellfire. Conversely, I often feel a deep connection with those who define themselves in a very different way. Because first of all we are people. People who have experience, who have feelings. We are much more connected than separated.

The gender identity and sexual orientation of the other person only matters if my own sexual interest is aroused, which happens quite rarely. Whether I discuss with someone, whether I am friends, whether I work together, whether I travel, whether I drink coffee, whether I share a train compartment, whether I want to entrust my children, cats, books and texts to someone, it has nothing to do with it. . Whether I like someone or not, it doesn’t matter. Whether I fall in love with a book or not has nothing to do with who wrote it.

From early childhood, I found that every book that broadened my horizons (yes, it had to be now) enriched me. Even more than a saving anchor, as a consolation. And therefore, every person who indicates by their existence and their behavior that there is something more, something else, that life can be more diverse and colorful, is a gift. asset for all of us. Because we urgently need more. Most. More possibilities, more color, more love, more space in our hearts.