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The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the
Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice:
‘Who are you ?' said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, ‘I - I hardly know, Sir, just at present - at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.' ‘What do you mean by that ?' said the Caterpillar sternly, ‘Explain yourself!' ‘I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir,' said Alice, ‘because I'm not myself, you see.' ‘I don't see,' said the Caterpillar. ‘I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely,'for I can't understand it myself to begin with: and being so many different sizes in a day is confusing.' ‘It isn't,' said the Caterpillar. ‘Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice, ‘but when you have to turn into a chrysalis - you will some day, you know - and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel a little queer, won't you ?' ‘Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar ‘Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice, ‘all I know is, it would feel very queer to me.' ‘You!' said the Caterpillar contemptuously, ‘Who are you ?' |
| ‘There's no use in crying like that !' said Alice to herself rather sharply, ‘I advise you to leave off this minute.' She generally gave herself very good advice (though she seldom followed it) and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people. |
| ‘It's no use now', thought poor Alice, ‘to pretend to be two people. Why there's hardly
enough of me left to make one respectable person !' It is at this very point that the next opportunity for transformation presents itself to her. A piece of cake labelled ‘EAT ME'. Not knowing what the outcome might be Alice eats the cake and in time starts to grow larger until she starts to grow again. Here a funny thing takes place. ‘Curiouser and curiouser', cried Alice (she was so much surprised that for the moment She quite forgot how to speak good English). ‘Now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was !' |
| ‘Dear, dear ! How queer everything is today ! And yesterday things went on as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night ? Let me think: was I the same when I got this morning ? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same the next question is, "Who in the world am I ?" Ah, that's the greatest puzzle!' |
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The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the
Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice:
‘Who are you ?' said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. |
| but when you have to turn into a chrysalis - you will some day, you know - and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel a little queer, won't you ?' |
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‘It's no use now', thought poor Alice, ‘to pretend to be two people. Why there's hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person !' |
| the term Queer indicates an ontological challenge to the dominant labelling philosophies especially the medicalization of the subject implied by the word ‘homosexual', as well as a challenge to discrete gender categories that are embedded in the divided phrase ‘gay and lesbian' (119, p1). The queer label contains a critique of a vast and comprehensive system of class-based prejudices of which sex /gender identity is only a part (p3) |
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Queer means to fuck with gender. There are straight queers, bisexual queers, tranny queers,
lezzie queers, faggy queers, SM queers, fisting queers in every single street.. (McIntosh 1993, p31) |
| the link between the psyche and body surely refers to the body as a whole: its moods, its movements, its prides and its shames... the body is already a psychological body, an imaginal body - providing a whole range of experiences - sometimes crossover experiences, ‘masculine' for women and ‘feminine' for men (1989, p101) |
| It is essential that you have developed a comfortable and appreciative orientation to your own feelings of queerness/Queerness before you can work successfully with queer/Queer clients. The professional who says that he or she has no queer/Queer feelings is about as well off as the psychotherapist who says he or she never dreams..... This recommendation is not intended simply to be controversial. Therapists have a duty to themselves and to their clients to explore their own sexuality fully and to be comfortable with all aspects of it in order to illuminate and work through ‘blind spots' which may otherwise sabotage their work. |
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but when you have to turn into a chrysalis - you will some day, you know - and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel a little queer, won't you ?' |