28 July 2005

now i no ...

FYI:

1) hear = sense of the ears; to obtain information/sounds via auditory means
2) here = reference to the current physical, metephorical, or emotional PLACE
3) their = the posession of them
4) there = a place
5) they're/ you're = conjunction* to mean they are/ you are (respectively)
6) your = of or belonging to 'you'
7) know = to be in the possesion of knowledge
8) no = watt ewe will here if you can't right/speek in proper [4th grade] english


*conjunction - forget it. end your life. you're of no use to the world.

27 July 2005

femanist thoughts

A former flame used to say to me: "When you notice that the same things are presenting themselves at various points in your current life that's a sign that the world is imploding (i.e.: a song that you haven't heard in 20 years finds you twice in one day ... four times in a week!) ."

That may be the only thing that I was able to take away from that relationship. Hindsight: he was boring.

i digress . . .

I am reminded of his theory because i have recently been bombarded with the idea of gender neutrality.

I guess there has been a bug in the back of my head for years; dating back to an Ani concert a few years ago; she got on one of her [beloved] soapboxes re: femanism = humanism. I began realizing that I may, in fact, be a feminist. And I began questioning if feminism is/was ever truly a proponent of protecting and advocating for all thing femanine or if was actually about protecting and advocating for all things human (including all things feminine). In grander terms, it's an attempt to preserve all things feminine while at the same time seperating them from that of sex and sexuality: androgeny.

Fast forward three years. I find that i am advocating on behalf of a transgendered female at work. I don't know how it happened, but rather than get into specifics about the whole Jackie situation, i will ultimately remember it as a time of collossal understanding and open-mindedness. I found within myself an untapped reserve of energy; that inner resevoir that bubbles to the top when a just cause presents itself.

So i did what any scholar does ... i read.

Let me paint a picture for you: Walking through your local Barnes&Noble, you glance down the isle containing 'Women's Studies' and see a man sitting on the floor surrounded by femanist literture. (>GASP!<) Like every grrl that passed and gave me a seething glance that day, I was in awe of finding myself there. I just kind of wandered into that section after finding myself reading tons (TONS!) of new stuff on the web that wasn't about HIV, music, or porn.

And every day since i am reminded that we are conditioned as a society to associate sex and sexuality and gender. The simplest example is restrooms. Men. Women. No questions asked. Well ... do you see the problem with this? If you are a product of society, I'm sure that you see no issue with saying : "I'm a woman, I pee with other women. Follow rules of the external anatomy." That makes sense only in the sphere that gender, sex, and sexuality are all one in the same.

And they are not. Take a look around:

---a man wearing eyeliner holding hands with his girlfriend
---a woman wearing jeans and white t-shirt. no boyfriend. no girlfriend. married to her job.
---two women. holding hands. between them they share a wardrobe, makeup, shoes, and a four year old daughter.
---a woman. a lesbian. born a man.
---a man (heterosexual). on his way home to his wife who feels most comfortable in men's clothes.

It makes me question why masculinity and feminine are seen as opposites. And the disturbing thing is that those things/actions that are deemed femme are lower on the desirablity scale (or at the very least open to more scrutiny).

This whole thing came to a head for me tonight when talking with a young man who is beginning to come out to his family and friends. All of the fears that he is having are the same that i was having when i came out 4 years ago. At the root of it all, I was having an inner struggle with the fear that my masculinity would seem comprised; that everyone would no longer see me as a man, but look only at that which is femme.


Is this making any sense?

I realize now, and was able to convey this to my friend: sexuality has nothing to do with the idea of gender (masc., femme, or otherwise).

I have no answer to his dilema -- i can't force gay men to stop ating effeminate, but i can stop buying into thee notion that gay men are queens and lesbians are butch - that men are masculine and women femanine. If I can make an effort to show that the two are seperate in my psyche, then hopefully that will translate into the way others see my belief that this connection is completely false and created as a safety tool for a dangerously masculine society.

24 July 2005

laundry day


Sometimes ... cats can make doing laundry seem fun. I think I'd be a feline in my next life if I had the choice.

And sometimes ... finding someone who likes you and is unafraid to be unabashedly up front with they way they feel can make doing laundry seem fun. I think if i get the choice, I'd like to be able to make someone feel the way I do right now.
__guess who's letting go ... and if I should fall ... at least I took the chance___

LOOK MA! NO HANDS!!!

18 July 2005

F*ck Saturn!

It was recently brought to my attention by my favorite astrologer that the reason I have been in a slump lately is due to the fact that Saturn has been in my sign for the past few years.

I am pleased to report that as of today Saturn has completely passed through my celestial body and my future (astrologically speaking) looks bright. And I believe it. I have not felt this happy and just "up" in days.

Let me just give you a little bit of my day so far:

I awoke this morning in eager anticipation to hear a new Howard Stern Show after having to drag through re-runs for the past two weeks. (Howie and the gang were on vacation). If you're a listener and fan of the show, you will know that the first show after vacation is typically VERY funny. To say that I was shocked when I heard the voice of "Diamond David Lee Roth" in stead of my beloved shock-jock and his entertaining whack-pack is a huge understatement. For twenty-five minutes I lay in bed listening in disbelief as Dave droned on and on about being the newest King of All Media.

"This is going to be a long f*cking week!" I thought as I finally dragged myself fom bed. I figured if I showered that I would return and find that this was just some horrible joke.

Not the case.

David was still carrying on upon my return. Begrudgingly, I began to iron my clothes for they day (black shirt and black pants to signify my morning of mourning). I did not like the taste of our new Howard-less future.

As "Diamond" Dave was about to introduce the general manager of KRock, our lord and savior Howard P. Stern broke in to stop the madness and save both my morning and my week (as I'm sure that you are all unwilling to have me in a worse mood than I have been in for the past few weeks).

Currently I am finishing off my fourth cup of coffee and crossing sh*t off of my to-do list at a lighting speed. No task is too bg for me today.

So ... STAY AWAY SATURN!!!