I’m born this way. I’m born genderqueer. I’m a butch. For many, many years it was still inside of me. And I was a tomboy. A tomboy in an invisible cage. The cage’s name: society. I’ve learned to witness. Due to this witnesses I’m able to find hidden treasures with my knowledge how to research as a musicologist. I’ve learned to have a sense for it. A sense for tiny marks. To follow this spurs into the past finding tiny relics of persons who were like me. One of my queer lesbian research projects is reaching back into 18th century…sometimes I give lessons and speeches about.

This is me, too. It’s Johnny. A long-time lost brother. But now visible sometimes. And sometimes here you’ll find interesting stuff about all this stuff.

Johnny Strider

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