Pride Month already?!

[eumelia]

Wow, I haven't updated in almost a week!

Well, here are a few fun things to know. On Sunday and Monday (in which [Southern!Girl] was around and much fun was had) was the annual LGBT Studies/Queer Theory conference An Other Sex.
It was great fun, like all conferences, some panels and lectures were better than others, but nothing tops seeing all the various types of dyks, fags, fag-hags, butch, femme, genderqueers, transmen, transbois, tranwomen, transgrrls, bykes, omnis and everything under the sun and rocks.

That and I got to actually be a part of the proceedings by being a simultaneous translator, along with a fellow dyke, for the Keynote Speaker (Prof. Lee Edelman) who wanted to hear the panel conducted in memory of Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick (z"l) who passed away this past April from breast cancer.

I think next year I'll feel confidant enough to maybe read a paper of my own.
Here's to hoping.

Funnily enough, one of the speakers was Prof. Nancy Pollikoff who spoke about Marriage and basically why we should be rid of it. Now, I had planned to write my own spiel about why I think Marriage should be abolished, but thanks to _yggdrasil, I don't need to, because she linked to shemale's brilliant post on the matter:

I've said this elsewhere, but never really made a post about it:

I don't support marriage.

For anyone.

Or, to be more clear, i think that it shouldn't be an institution with any legal merit. To give even more slack here, i don't think that it should hold exclusive privileges over any other kind of relationship... Although its discriminatory history and present make me inclined to think that it should be considered, legally speaking, completely irrelevant.

The exclusive bundling of certain rights and protections leaves those who can't get married, or don't have that type of relationship or family structure that they would feel comfortable with that kind of ceremony but who do need some or all of those rights and protections, in really shitty situations. And it always will.

Go read the rest.

Something else that comes to mind and that I'd been meaning to link and write about is rm's post about how women are really constructed in our culture(s) - because despite the various geographical and historical differences in Patriarchy this principle holds true everywhere.
Women are not themselves, they are for others.
I'd quote the whole thing but it's better to go with the link and read the comments as well:

The first time I worked clinic defense was the month after I turned eighteen. Now, most people stood in a particular phalanx by the clinic door, especially during the worst of the protests. The phalanx was designed to make sure protesters couldn't crawl through our legs, that there would still be a barrier if they stuck us with pins, which, yes, they did. Then, there were the people stationed inside the clinic, if it had interior doors. Sometimes women would pose as patients and lock themselves to the interior doors, blocking them. Finally, there were the people who escorted the women in and out of the clinic.

I did all three of those jobs at various times, but mostly I either guarded the inside doors of the clinics or escorted patients.

Mostly, the women didn't talk. But sometimes they did, either about nothing in particular or dark humour. It was strange, responding to them, and always being so careful not to reveal any particular sentiment to them.

"I hate this," one woman said. I couldn't but nod, because "this" could have been anything.

She kept talking. "Always being escorted, like I can't go to the doctor by myself."

"I'm sorry, sometimes the protesters pose as patients; it's for everyone's safety."

"But I feel like a child."

And it's true.
I know for myself that I'm asked often in an exasperated tone, "What happened to you?", to me.
Why am I no longer the happy go lucky angel I used to be.
Why am I obsessed with the fact that my hair is a cause of uproar in the family - if it's long it's beautiful, if it's short it should be grown, when it's shaved I'm being deliberately provocative and upsetting my parents and going against all the values I should uphold.

And while I don't use my hair or any part of my body to be deliberately provocative, it happens anyway, because my body being feminine is public and my heart and mind are queer*.
And so long as these facts remain true (most likely for the rest of my life) I will do my best to very deliberatly fuck with the status quo.

It makes me happy.

Happy International Pride Month My Pretties!

*Thank you rm for that turn of phrase.

Comments

I HATE GETTING CUT OFF LIKE THAT!

[quicksilvermad.livejournal.com]

I had a "fun" aunt.

She met a guy at the mall who "treated her nice for once" and married him right away. The guy's an asshole. He's a slob, in all definitions of the word. He weighs over 360 pounds and makes her work for their income. I hate him. He's a complete jackass.

I don't want that.

And I don't want to be escorted.

My sister married her equal—they both believe the same things and I have not once seen them angry. Snarky, yes, but not ever angry. And never escorted. She makes her own decisions and goes with them—she doesn't need to discuss things at length with her husband before going ahead and doing them. And I can't say he "let's her do it" because it isn't his say. She's still got a mind of her own.

Why can't I take what I want? Why am I so afraid to be the one to ask the guy out on the date? You know why?

Because society has drilled this fact into my head: It is the man who does the asking. When the woman does it, it's too forward. Too abrasive.

Fuck that. It's because men are scared of women who can speak up. And I need to find that guy who isn't afraid of me. When I do, I'm gonna do all the asking.

*sighs, hangs head, and feels a headache of magnificent proportions coming on*

Ugh. This comment has gone on so long... Fucking LJ cut me off.

[lilacsigil.livejournal.com]

What's with the fat-bashing? What difference does it make what weight your aunt's husband is? I've weighed that much and it didn't mean I was a slob or an abuser.

[quicksilvermad.livejournal.com]

I did not mean to offend. I'm not fat bashing. But I am saying that in this singular instance, the man is an abusive slob. He could weigh 210 and I'd still hate him because his attitude would not change. It's not the weight that makes a person, it's their actual personality.

I can understand how my comment could offend since I didn't go into severe detail about his character.

He's a creep.

Not because of his weight. Because of his personality. My dad is pushing 325, but his personality problems don't add up to "creep." My own personality problems happen to add up from "insecure-emotional-depressed-anxious-obsessive-compulsive-generally-nervous-and-scared" to: Emotional Wreck, and I had a really hard time expressing myself in my comment... I apologize. I was trying to get some point across and I guess nothing really got through...

I'm just...

I'm tired of being alone.

I don't... I just don't know what I'm doing anymore. Anywhere.

I'm sorry that I came across the way I did.

[lilacsigil.livejournal.com]

That's cool, I just get sick of people saying "bad person=fat person" so saying "a slob in every way" and mentioning his weight pushed my buttons. It's so common for "fat" to be shorthand for evil/lazy/slob so I try to point it out when people use that shorthand, just like people using "gay" to mean "thing I don't like". I can see it's an emotional situation for you.

[quicksilvermad.livejournal.com]

I understand.

I wish I could go back up and edit so it's really saying what I mean—I just was typing so fast because rm's post really nailed everything on the head and got me thinking about my entire life up to this point.

It was a hard blow to the cranium.

[eumelia.livejournal.com]

I feel everything you say about the hair. Our entire bodies are public, but especially the hair. People feel comfortable touching it without permission, commenting on what hair cut (or not) you should have.

My hair has finally returned to a length in which it looks like I deliberately had a short hair cut and now I'm asked to keep growing it, so that it can go back to this (this is from 2006): http://eumelia.livejournal.com/35947.html#cutid1
I shaved it all off a few months later and was lauded as "brave", though I was told I looked like I had cancer or looked like a holocaust survivor - basically being shamed back into the feminine paradigm.

It sucks.

[quicksilvermad.livejournal.com]

Exactly. It's my goddamn hair—not yours! It's always men or the grandma-types who scream at me about cutting my hair (not to, that is).

Short, long, choppy, kinked, straight, or shaved. If it's attached to your scalp it should be your decision when it comes to how to "do" it.

I've had people touch my hair before, too. Braid it without my permission (or knowledge) even. It's like (but not as invasive as) when people randomly approach a pregnant woman and feel her belly. You don't do that. And it's not like there's a equivalent to such a thing with men. Maybe shaved heads—but pregnant man-bellies? No.

My sister hated it when people did that to her (all three times she's been pregnant) but didn't have me next to her to say: "dude, would you think it's appropriate for me to feel up your penis through your trousers? Because that's basically what you're doing." Or perpetrate the physical violence on her behalf.

No one respects that personal bubble anymore.