Tuesday, April 21, 2015

On The Michigan Womyn's Music Festival

To be honest, I can't say I care about this.  As much as I hate to do so, I kinda think that here the TERFs kind of have a point.  We Transgals are fabulous, no doubt, but, since feminist hippie music is comprised mostly of songs about menstruation I really think that that pretty much automatically excludes anyone who doesn't have a vagoo and uterus.

And, even though I think that hanging around with a bunch of smelly Buffyfarians singing about their flow is a fair approximation of hell in the first place, I think that the whole trans-inclusive idea smacks a little of a growing "Me-Too!"-ism amongst the transfolk.  There are parts of being a woman (or a man, for that matter) that are influenced by biology and as such will always be beyond our complete understanding.  There are spaces where, let's face it, we just don't belong.

Monday, April 6, 2015

Riding The Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaambulance

I feel safe from criticism in writing this because no one will actually ever read it. Any sort of arbitrary rejection drives me bonkers. I guess it's feeling powerless to affect the course of my life but there's a deeper problem at work. Namely, a lifetime of just being ignored. I'm tired of having to put on a dog-and-pony show as the only way to get anyone to notice me - only to have that attention solely focus on how I'm "trying to hard" and then to disappear off the face of the earth when I follow the "just be yourself" advice.

I'm tired of trying to figure out how people I would only pay money to keep their clothes on become porn stars and yet I can only get likes on my pics out of pity. I'm tired of listening to people tell me that I should forgive the people who wronged me no matter how in the right I am. I'm tired of the people who call me a crybaby for saying things like this who then turn around and demand sympathy from me and everyone else when it's them who needs support (and them getting it from everyone else without question but I'm the bad guy for not giving it because reasons...). I'm tired of this double standard and I'm tired of no one ever telling me what I'm doing to deserve to be ignored like this.

I don't know if I should care about the KS thing or not. I'm sure I'm not the only person to get kicked for arbitrary reasons. But it really taps into a deep vein of insecurity that makes it hard to handle rejection.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

The 20th Century (by the decade)

The '0s - 1899 - 1911
  City:  London
 
The Teens - 1913 - 1918
  City:  Paris

The '20s - 1918 - 1929
  City:  New York

The '30s - 1929 - 1939
  City:  Chicago

The '40s - 1939 - 1946
  City:  London

The '50s - 1946 - 1965
  City: Rome

The 60's - 1965 - 1974
  City:  London

The '70s - 1974 - 1978
  City:  New York

The '80s - 1978 - 1989
  City:  Los Angeles

The '90s - 1989 - 2001
  City:  Seattle

A Point of Law

Laws and rulings mean precious little if a vast majority chooses simply to ignore them. In fact, they're counterproductive - they give activists an excuse to stop caring, good minded people an excuse not to get involved in the first place and bad minded people an excuse to deny the real problems that remain afterwards.

It's a contest for hearts and minds and not a legislative checklist, and as such LGBTs have a long way to go. The sooner we realize that we're in no place to make threats, that our support is tenuous and probably based currently on the fact that people have bigger things to worry about the better off we'll be.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Libertarians (pt. 1)

I was actually composing a larger post about the subject of libertarianism when this thought occurred.  At some point in the future, I'll flesh my thoughts on the whole subject out.  In the meantime, I've got the McGuffin and conflict sorted out for the "Drummerboy" series, too, so I don't know when I'll get sufficiently angry again to talk politics.

Libertarians, then.  In fairness to them, my perspective on the philosophy is very much shaped by those I've known over the years who've claimed the title, so overall accuracy may suffer.  However, when I was thinking about those people a common thread started to emerge.  Each of these 7 people I'd known extensively had really odd relationships with authority figures.  3 had done ROTC in high school (the guy was a cop wannabe and the two women were Badge Bunnies).  They smoked pot, were very "bohemian" and talked shit about "The Man" but you could see hearts floating around their heads when they saw an authority.  Three of the others had unspectacular military "careers" and they and another still were heavily into Dominance/submission (with they being Dominant, of course).

I'm still working on this thought but I was nevertheless bemused as to how into authority figures these supposedly anti-authoritarian people (and before you say it, leaving this stuff aside, "anti-authoritarian" is putting it mildly) had such an attraction to authority symbols.