Written during the advent of hormone therapy and gender transition, Chelate by Jay Besemer explores the journey towards a new embodiment, one that is immediately complicated by the difficult news of a debilitating illness. This engaging chronicle speaks powerfully and poetically to the experience of inhabiting a toxic body, and the ruptures in consciousness and language that arise when confronted by a stark imperative, and choosing to live, and to change. The book moves intermittently from exile and alienation to hopeful anticipation, played out in short bursts of imaginative dreamwork, where desires eventually give way to their realities, as the self begins mapping the permutations of its momentous shift. What begins in uncertainty and commitment ends in self-recognition, and more uncertainty, but now in a necessary space unified by will, love, action, process, and documentation.
who wants to play with my rainy day - pg 24 exhaustion of the warmth of motivation - pg 44 (“build something small and invisible why don’t you ::”) ears to the ground - pg 61 (“at what point does self-awareness become revisionist history”) under the pardonable bridge of fear i learn to survive the worst of it - pg 67 erasing one file - pg 97 i want nothing but my - pg 99 the judge sits in a bucket & i think that’s okay - p 118
Enjoy his phrasing, the way each piece combines (sometimes) disparate elements to create a kind of portrait of... what, exactly? A moment, a feeling? Not always sure but I feel I can rest in them.