Friday, June 30, 2006

Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?

The answer to that question is a resounding, "No!" We don't even know what time is. Ask a philosopher, and if they're both smart and honest enough (good luck with that, btw), they'll just shrug. I think it's hilarious that we don't know shit about one of the fundamental frames in which our existence is made possible.

I don't know how common my experience of my relationship to time is, but I've heard people talk about it before so it must be some kind of common. I've always felt pressed for time. There has practically never been a period in my life that I didn't feel as if I were running out of time. Even when I was small, I constantly had this sense of time escaping from me, slipping away, incessantly drip-drip-dripping down some cosmic drain. I still have it today. It is one of those deep inside feelings, like there is a ticking clock in the inner chamber of my consciousness, always ticking down. It's very stressful.

I'd much rather be one of those people who can't pick up a sense of time at all (god, those lucky bastards), or even someone whose sense of time is opposite my own. I can't even imagine what it would feel like to walk out my front door, game for the world, feeling like I've got nothin' but time. That whole "nothin' but time" experience is completely foreign to me. Never had it. Coveted; ever elusive.

To me, life has always felt like lightning caught in a bottle. Like it is too intense and massive and magical to be trapped like that, but lucky lucky us, here it is in this bottle right here, and we get to experience it all up close and personal. I am just mystified and awed and Little-Kid-at-DisneyWorld-excited by the whole fucking thing -- even the scary rides and the cheesy shows and the so-called boring shit like the exhibits and gardens. But I'm always checking the clock, watching the sun in the sky, asking friends and strangers alike what their watches say; I'm always mindful of the passage of time, and worried I won't be able to see and do and ride everything before closing time.

Rod Stewart's Young Turks messed up my pre-adolescent head in like a dozen different ways.

They held each other tight as they drove into the night they were so excited
We got but one shot at life, let's take it while we're still not afraid
Because life is so brief, and time is a thief, when you're undecided
And like a fistful of sand, it can slip right through your hands


omg don't even get me started. All that responsibility! For their whole lives! They were only teenagers! And then at the end of the song the girl has that baby and I was, like: Look, I can hardly take care of my mother as it is.

As a kid, I used to have these dreams in which I knew, in that way that you can only know in a dream, that I would die before I was 30. I spent my entire youth convinced that I'd not live to see my 30th birthday -- which was scary, but in that underneath sort of way, where I used some denial and didn't really let myself realize that it was scary. My conscious experience of it was that I was a jaded, punk sort of child, too smart for my own good, who didn't show very much emotion and who gave this specter of fate the finger. I lived in abusive house. It was very easy to believe I'd die in it.

And then I got out. I'm sort-of a superstitious person, so 7 years ago when I first got very sick with the autoimmune disease that still disables me today, I freaked the fuck out. I had just turned 29. It brought back a flood of those childhood fears about early extermination and made me afraid that that lifelong sense of running out of time was actually a premonition about my dying before I turned 30.

Obviously, I did not die before I was 30. I am 36 today. Happy Birthday to me!

The clock still ticks, but today I'm going to try to ignore it in favor of playing with this way fucking cool lightning I have trapped in this here bottle. There might even be some Moet & Chambord involved, and there will definitely be ice cream cake.

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Creature Feature

When I was a kid one of the local channels down in South Florida used to have this double feature deal on weekends where they'd run all the old horror movies from the 50s and 60s. I loved Creature Feature! I'd sit and watch the classics, like The Mummy or Dracula, or some of the cheesariffic lesser known films like The Giant Gila Monster or It Came from Beneath the Sea.

There's this pond out in the side yard where we live now. Mostly, I love it. It's pretty and serene and, as you already know, little families of ducks and geese use it in sort-of a time share fashion, which is nice for all of us...but every night when I'm shutting down the house to go to bed, one of the last images my twisted brain conjures up looks kinda like this:

Sunday, June 25, 2006

I Fucking Hate Being Disabled

Eventually, I'll get around to blogging about my chronic illness, how it came on, some of the shit I've been through, and all like that. But for the moment, the disease is flaring on me, I'm sick as hell, and I'm feeling ragey.

I go through this rage thing once a year or so. This September it will be 7 fucking years that I've been sick and disabled, 5 of those spent without the first goddamned clue what was making me sick and disabled. Seven years of desperation and arguments with doctors, seven years of bureaucratic nightmares with Medicare and Social Security, seven years of personal terror, seven years of wondering whether I'd ever get my fucking life back -- until I finally realized, hey, guess what, this shit is now my life.

It's very bad right now. It's not a cause for worry or anything -- I'm reasonably sure that this thing will never kill me because it likes to torture me too much -- it just means that I'm flat out at home and can't fucking do anything. Can't drive, can't shop, can't unpack, can't organize the house. Can't hold coherent conversations, can't fucking focus well enough to get any good writing done, I couldn't even make the bed the other day because in the middle of the task I forgot what I was doing and wandered away. Found the bed half-made later and went, "Oh, right, that. Good thing that wasn't a lasagna I forgot about in the oven, huh. Fuck."

I mean, look at this post I made a few days ago, about the alligators and the deer. I made an offhand joke about Floridians being crazy and I fucked it up. I knew I had fucked it up. Not a big deal if you're just tossing out a post and it's an oversight, but I sat there for at least an hour googling weather pages to try to figure out how I had fucked it up. It felt wrong, I knew it was wrong, but for the life of me I could not find the wrong. It wasn't until yesterday when I re-read the post and it finally hit me. So obvious. "Sanity" should read "insanity" and then the joke makes sense. So easy.

My comprehension, you see, is off. Badly. This was never true before I got sick. I used to be fucking Superman regarding comprehension. With the noted exceptions of long division and imaginary numbers I never met a concept that I didn't immediately understand. I never met a context, no matter how complicated, that I couldn't parse out in less than an hour and understand it well enough to write a thesis to explain it to someone else. Not anymore. Now I can't make jokes; I can't make the fucking bed.

(I'm not posting this so that people will say kindhearted, caring things, or for pity, or anything like that. That stuff, no matter how well intended, usually sort-of annoys me; very few people seem to understand what it's like to be sick like this so they mostly just say dumb things that don't help or assy things that make it worse. I don't mean to be an asshole by expressing my opinion on that, btw, I know that people mean well and I really do appreciate that they mean well. Right now I just need to vent a little in a way that gets outside of my fucking bedroom, and right now this is the only method I have for that, so I appreciate the patience and indulgence the people who read this blog will likely afford me, since you all are awesome people.)

This rage, too, it shall pass. But for now, I'm going to go spend time with my video games, blowing some shit up.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Beef Bourguignon

I made this for the first time last night and it turned out very well, so I thought I'd share. The people I cook for have a range of food allergies, so this recipe is gluten-free and it's for the CrockPot (it's just a slight variation off of CrockPot's recipe):

2 1/2 - 3lb beef rump, cut into 1 inch pieces
2 carrots, peeled and sliced
2 stalks celery, sliced
1 yellow onion, peeled and sliced
6 cloves garlic, minced
1/2lb small white pearl onions, peeled
1lb fresh white mushrooms, sliced into large pieces
3 tbs corn starch
10oz beef broth
2 cups red wine
olive oil
salt
pepper
1 bay leaf
garlic powder
onion powder
thyme

  1. Season beef cubes with salt, pepper, garlic powder & onion powder, then brown in olive oil. Drain and set aside.

  2. Saute yellow onion, carrots and celery in olive oil until soft. Drain.

  3. Add broth to vegetables, stir, add corn starch and mix well.

  4. Add vegetables to stoneware first, then add beef on top of it. Add red wine (I used a Kendall-Jackson Merlot last night which was very good but not perfect, so I'm thinking of trying a Cabernet Sauvignon next time), garlic, bay leaf, pearl onions, and mushroom pieces.

  5. Add a smidge more salt, and the thyme. Stir it a bit and then rearrange so the meat pieces are mostly toward the middle and the larger mushroom pieces and pearl onions are mostly toward the sides.

  6. Cover and cook on high for 6 hours. During the last hour, check for doneness, consistency and taste. Add more corn starch and/or spices if desired.

When I made this I used as many organic ingredients as I could find, and you should, too (of course if you are an American then this will be complicated by the fact that the corporate whores in our Congress are diluting the legal meaning of the word "organic" so good luck). I served this last night with organic rice and organic green beans on the side, and it was delish.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Didn't Know They Did That

I grew up down near the swamp so I understand that every once in so often alligators will crawl up into people's yards and eat a pet, toddler, or wayward demented elderly neighbor -- and it's Florida, you know, where the relative sanity is 98% on a good day, so some crazy asshole might also randomly assault you with an alligator -- but here's the thing: most people would totally expect something that looks like a 4 million year old reptile might try to eat you or your family, whereas no one expects that kind of behavior to come out of Bambi. Hmm. Moving to Ohio may turn out to be fraught with a wider variety of danger than I had anticipated.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Stop, Thief!

So we were at Kroger yesterday and I picked up an Auto Trader and put it in the basket.

E: Do you have to pay for those?
J: Yes.
E: Really?
J: I think so. You used to. It's been a while, but...yeah, look, it says it's a dollar right on the cover.
E: Uh-oh.
J: Have you not been paying for them?
E: They shouldn't put them right by the door like that!

I'd point and laugh but when Homeland Security comes for her, they'll probably take me, too.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Mindfucked by the Patriarchy

One of the hardest parts of feminism, for me, is the sex wars. It's easy to see why we have them. There are different kinds of feminists and feminist theories and while we all overwhelmingly agree that women are oppressed by a patriarchal social system, sometimes that's about the only thing we seem to agree on. We have intense disagreements about precisely why and how women are oppressed, and sometimes those devolve into shouting matches and flame wars over which strategies are useful in fighting patriarchy and which strategies merely wish they were useful but only serve to reinscribe/reproduce patriarchal structure.

In at least some ways the sex wars are a good thing because we are hashing out truly complicated stuff about very intimate applications of feminist theory. We are making each other think hard and critically about how we live our feminism, and more thinking of this kind is almost always good. Which doesn't mean that the sex wars aren't also frustrating as all hell, because when our strategic differences manifest in arguments over sex, things get really personal, yo. At some point just about every feminist has to listen to another feminist she respects (or one she used to respect) tell her that the way she likes to fuck is wrong.

These charges are usually attributed to false consciousness, somewhat thusly: You do not really enjoy giving blowjobs, even if you think you do. That you think you enjoy them is a result of your having been mindfucked by the patriarchy. Giving blowjobs is categorically anti-feminist.

And in response to which a lot of feminists get immediately very agitated and defensive: Don't tell me my consciousness isn't sufficiently raised, I know we're all mindfucked by the patriarchy but that doesn't mean I can't like to suck cock and if you can't wrap your brain around my sexuality being different than yours without feeling a need to insult my feminism then I think you're anti-feminist. You’re just reproducing patriarchy and trying to have a different locus of control.

To which the first side responds: So, what you're saying is that the way you want to get off is more important than equality.

And then the goddamned dialogue either stops dead and/or someone starts throwing things.

Now, it’s true that I’m not a big fan of the blowjob. But this is not about subservience at all, and it’s not even about a categorical dislike for cock -- I actually do like some of them. What it’s about for me is a gag reflex that is comically over-exaggerated. No, really. If you ever spend the night with me, you’ll hear me gagging when I brush my back molars. It’s not sexy. (Cunnilingus, which is not really relevant to what I'm talking about but always deserves a mention anyway, is something I love so much I'd do it all day every day if I could account for the nutrient loss.)

But it’s also true that I still have a dog in this fight because two other kinds of sex acts that get this sort of false consciousness/anti-feminist criticism thrown at them all the time are the eroticization of power-plays and pain, both of which I enjoy immensely. No, I’m not one of those people who dresses up in special costumes and uses a whip to get my lovers to call me Sir, but I do get a huge charge out of fucking in ways that I know freak a lot of other people out by playing with power exchanges and pain sensations.

I'm familiar with some of radical feminism's more nuanced and detailed arguments that any kind of power erotics, let alone power & pain erotics, are categorically anti-feminist and pro-patriarchy. These arguments basically rest on the notion that the primary oppression is the oppression of women, and that all other forms of it (race, class, etc.) stem from gender oppression; that we are so completely mindfucked by the patriarchy that even our sexual desire is manufactured by it; that certain sexual desires are not real, natural, or good, but only a result of this mindfucking by the patriarchy; and that unless we tear down the patriarchy we cannot really know ourselves.

And I don't think those arguments or ideas are bullshit. In fact, I agree with pieces of them here and there.

The radfems and I mostly agree that there is no sex act free from patriarchal influence. But my take on that is sort-of: Yeah, and? There's no school or grocery store or post office free from patriarchal influence, there's no automobile or ATM card or coffee mug free from patriarchal influence, and there's no identity or love relationship or even a fucking name free from patriarchal influence. ::shrugs:: Patriarchal influence is inescapable.

But the patriarchy itself is not monolithic; it's not solid or immutable. There are cracks everywhere. I'm much more of a postmodernist than a radfem in this regard; the way I see it, it’s the patriarchy itself, in its attempt to control everydamnthing we think and say and do up to and including who and how we fuck, that generates site after site within itself where we can resist its control and redirect power flows in myriad directions that disrupt and problematize patriarchy's goals.

I conceptualize patriarchy as just one of many available systems of power relations. We can change it. We change it every fucking day with each action we take that defies it, whether openly or privately.

I split with the radfems again because I don’t think it’s possible to tear down the whole patriarchy allatonce. I think that would be like monolingual English-speakers trying to tear English down allatonce -- impossible because we use the language in order to understand each other and be understood by each other, and if we tore it down, we’d have no way of communicating well enough to replace it. But that doesn't mean English hasn't changed dramatically over time. I mean, if you dropped me off in 1777 in rural England I probably wouldn’t understand the first goddamned word some British farmer said, but no one would deny we’re both fluent in English.

I see systems of power relations very much like languages, only somewhat more complex. We use them as mechanisms of comprehension and communication; it’s just that they’re the ways in which we understand things like our identities and relationships rather than the objects and actions represented by nouns and verbs. Even if we were able to make patriarchy go away allatonce (which I doubt we could), then we couldn't communicate comprehensibly enough to build something to replace it (we might not even be able to articulate ourselves at all). Just as no language is going to arise fully formed without people communicating in language about it, no social system of power relations can arise fully formed without people interacting inside of some social system of power relations in order to build it. But that doesn't mean that the patriarchy hasn't changed over time, either. Look back just 50 years here in America and it's changed a lot.

Anyway, because that’s how I conceptualize the system of oppression, my strategies for fighting/resisting veer off in a different direction than a lot of radfems. I think the only way the patriarchy is coming down is when it dissolves over time as it becomes something else. There’s a lot about that which is frustrating but the good part is that everything we modern feminists do (and resist) is part of what contributes to changing the patriarchy into something else. We are always chipping away at it, transforming aspects of it, tweeking mods, and using the occasional substantial momentum we gain to enact larger structural changes. Feminism is a critical part of the set of social repetitions that will, eventually, change the patriarchy into something else.

So while I think it's great that we spur each other on to think more critically about the sex and power dynamics in our personal lives, what they represent and what they reinforce, I also think that the questions involved shouldn't be all about whether the ways you want to fuck are ways that have been dictated to you by the patriarchy such that they are intended to serve their patriarchal master. I think it’s obvious that they have, for one thing. Any way you can think of to fuck already has the patriarchy inside of it trying to reproduce itself. Duh.

But no one should mistake that for the existence of some universalizing interpretation of sexual acts and meaning. Such an interpretation defies observable facts, like changes in human sexual behavior over time and across cultures, and it denies agency to feminists -- whom, presumably and on balance, know how to assess their levels of feminist consciousness and check them against their own desires.

My interpretation of the facts and my consideration of agency lead me to the conclusion that there are as many different sexualities as there are people. So it’s useless (at best) to frame questions around whether particular sex acts or particular mechanisms of obtaining sexual pleasure are categorically anti-feminist. At worst, those are the kinds of questions that only reinforce the way patriarchy wants to control who and how we fuck in the first place.

I propose that we work harder up front at framing better questions. “Is the act of giving a blowjob categorically anti-feminist/pro-patriarchy?” is a bad fucking question on its face. It’s too simplistic; it presupposes that sex acts have essential qualities that there is actually substantive evidence that they do not have; it presupposes that everyone’s experience of a blowjob is the same; and it sets feminists up to fight with each other over personal shit rather than challenge each other’s theoretical bases of interpretation in ways that strengthen and improve feminism.

One of the questions I like a lot is: How can I fuck in ways that maximize both my own & my partner's(s') sexual pleasure at the same time as we subvert the patriarchy?

The answers to questions like that one are always going to be highly individualized, which avoids the senseless conflict that always accompanies attempts to universalize sexuality. It lets everyone have their own feminist theory without creating a forced choice false binary that pits factions of feminists against one another; it allows feminists to adjust their own consciousness and sexuality where and how they see fit, which is distinctly feminist. Plus: individualization is anti-patriarchy; mutual pleasure is anti-patriarchy; creative sex where everyone involved has agency is anti-patriarchy; hell, just freeing a desire to fuck in ways that subvert the patriarchy is anti-patriarchy, &c.

(I suppose I could have just said that when it comes to feminism I strongly prefer instigative, constructive approaches over stagnant, conflictive approaches, but that wouldn’t have afforded me the always-desired opportunity to talk about sex while I flip off the patriarchy.)

Friday, June 16, 2006

Should've Been Parody but Isn't

As America's factions of corporate fascists and imperialist theocrats duke it out for control of the world and I am more or less forced to watch helplessly, I increasingly find opportunities to feel an odd mixture of horrified amusement. A stark terror combined with giggling fits, as if I've reached the outer limits of fear's emotional boundary and paradoxically found hilarity there, kinda like when something gets too cold it burns just the same as if it were too hot.

One such opportunity was induced just this morning by my unexpected witnessing of a television commercial for this outfit. Oh, I know it's wrong to laugh.* It's wrong on, like, 400 different levels. But that's never stopped me before.

Never having had any credit problems myself, I am clueless regarding these credit repair agencies. I've read that many of them are scams. That said, I don't mean to imply anything one way or the other about the legitimacy of this particular place when I wonder whether Satan James Dobson is just trying to get all of your personal information using a clever cover ploy of a relatable forty-something in a cheap suit with a spotty resume, conspicuously displayed gold cross jewelry and a suspicious fondness for the greatest hits of DeBarge. Assuming that's not the case, then all you dirty, avaricious sinners have a helpline.

*Now that I've made a few posts that seem to bash the fundamentalist mindset, let me make myself as clear as I can so as not to cause unnecessary offense: I am bashing the fundamentalist mindset.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Play With Your Own Lesbian

Offered to you without comment.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Stumbling Into the New Millennium

So I finally got my first cell phone. I may well be the last American to acquire one. It is far smarter than I am.

E: "It's not really a fair assessment to say that it's smarter than you."
J: "Hey, I can't do long division in my head."

Frankly, they are all smarter than me. E recently had one that I was not even smart enough to open. Now she has one that doesn't close. I'm afraid to touch it.

The first call I tried to make with mine was to the landline in the house, but because I still don't know my own damn phone number, the first call I actually made was to some random stranger's answering machine. Sorry, random stranger! Programming the phone properly, however -- which E did for me, natch -- led to my being able to simply select "home" from a menu and the cell phone itself successfully dialing the landline.

Cell Phone: 2
Jen: 0

The funniest thing about my inability to navigate the cell phone is that it’s not like I’m a technophobe. I mean, I built my own fuckin’ computer and I don’t think I’ve read a software manual in over a decade. I not only understand technology, I find it wieldy and I derive a massive amount of pleasure from it. But the cell phones, they mystify me. You hand me a cell phone and I might as well be a dog -- all I can do is look at it sideways and wonder if maybe it has any food.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Three Skirts

I'm invited to a birthday dinner tonight, so I went shopping for the occasion. I am good at buying gifts, and that part went off without a hitch, but the part of the errand where I had to shop for new clothing to wear gave me some minor stress. Which is an improvement on the general course of things, because I usually have some pretty major stress when I shop for nice clothes. This is, in large part, because I don't have the first sartorial clue. I really don't. I cannot dress myself. I can't match, I can't coordinate, and I can't even start to envision how something on a hanger is going to look on my body. I need Garanimals for Grown People.

I wound up buying three skirts. And no pants. That has never occurred in the roughly 25 years I've been shopping for my own clothing. Ever. I mean, I have purchased skirts and dresses before, but I always buy pants as well. I went shopping specifically in order to buy some dress pants for this occasion. Dress pants that fit, I mean; thyroid disease has been hell on my wardrobe because I keep gaining and losing the same 50 pounds -- but in different places.

Pants are a fundamental part of my basic uniform of travel. They cover the parts I am required by law and the bounds of my own good taste (I have virtually no sense of modesty) to keep covered, they cover my knees (which get cold), and my calves (which have funny-looking ankles), and good pants ensure the presence of enough adequate pocketry to hold my basic traveling equipment: wallet with all of its companionate cards, cash, glasses case, keys. I am not really categorically opposed to purses; it's just that I'm too neurotic for them. I am always checking my pockets to make sure my wallet and keys are still in there, and this particular symptom of my borderline OCD would be far more noticeable if I had to open up my purse every 5 minutes and rummage through it.

But I did not buy pants. I bought skirts. Three skirts. And a see-through black lace blouse. They were all on sale! Now, I have been a student of gender for quite some time, and I understand perfectly well that clothing is not gender, but I also know that clothing is one of the clearest external symbolic markers of gender in lots of cultures, mine included. How often do you see an American man who's not a drag queen wearing a skirt that's not a kilt? That's what I'm talking about. When it comes to gender, I'm not a man, but I'm not really a woman, either. So my spontaneous purchase of three skirts and no pants, when I have never done such a thing before, gives me navel-gazing pause.

I was a tomboy as a kid for as far back as I can remember. The pictures rather strongly suggest that I became a tomboy as soon as I could whip off a dress that my mother put on me and then wiggle my little ass into a pair of pants. While I typically rejected any article of clothing coded feminine, I do remember being slightly interested in girly clothes, even then. Most days, if my mom tried to put me in so much as a pink t-shirt I'd tell her to go and get bent, but about once or twice a year I enjoyed dressing up as a girl. I enjoyed it purely on its own merits, too; I didn't even have to be going to midnight mass or to play flower girl in another uncle's wedding to be overtaken with a sudden urge to put on a fancy party dress and pretty shoes.

This urge doesn't feel like a big deal to me, and it never really has. It never made me feel like more of a girl or less of a boy. As an adult, overwhelmingly, I am not gender-identified very specifically and most of the time I simply don't feel like either a woman or a man; this is also something that, to me, is not a very big deal. But what was a big deal was that on occasions where I would dress up like a girl -- in a fancy party dress and pretty shoes for example -- I would be harangued by practically everyone I knew, from my mother and/or father, to my grandmother and aunts & uncles, to friends and even friends' parents and casual acquaintances and on and on, everyone heaping the praise and compliments all over me for obeying gender norms. Everyone would tell me how pretty I looked and push hard to convince me to dress like a girl as a matter of routine.

I hated that. I thought a lot about gender as a kid, probably from taking so much shit for being a little gender outlaw, but I lacked the terminology to think very specifically about any of it. Still, I think I had already determined on some level that whatever my primary identity and/or function in this life was going to be, it was not going to be about "being pretty". (A bone for the Freudians: my mother was very pretty, and it created a lot of stress. She was also very miserable.)

Now, in my mid-30s, I still experience a slight anxiety about dressing up like a girl, which is not a thing I do very often. The urge to get into the fancy party dress and the pretty shoes still only comes about once or twice a year, just as it always has. (Oddly, the urge to buy the pretty shoes comes far more often than that, which I believe is referred to in the more academic scientific circles as "having the Girl Shoe Gene".) I indulge it when it's convenient.

But I'm still anxious about how people respond to me, and whenever people who know me casually (such as the ones who will be at the birthday dinner) compliment me on how I look dressed-as-girl (as they probably will because they are polite people and that is what one does), I still feel a little bit a lot like a 5 year old dedicated tomboy who relates far more to little boy things than little girl things, but who just wants to be left alone to wear a fancy party dress and pretty shoes every once and again without everybody making a big fat hairy deal out of it.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

The God of Good Taste is a Gay Man

As you know, the first couch we had delivered showed up with a broken leg. Turns out this story has a theme, since the second couch we had delivered also showed up damaged. We I didn't notice this damage at delivery, but I found it the other day while cleaning. Couch #2 had not only been damaged, it had also been not-too-stealthily repaired, likely meaning that those fuckers at the furniture store knowingly brought us a second couch that they knew was bad.

I found the damage within the return window, however, so we had the furniture delivery guys here yet again yesterday to pick up the couch. "No, we do not want to go for three, thanks; we'll just take the credit back on the plastic, please." Obviously, the God of Good Taste is a gay man, and He has started throwing small lightning bolts in attempts to ensure that we don't commit high crimes against his domain in our living room.

We've given up on couches. (The loveseat, which we bought at a discount off the floor, remains intact. Go figure. We're keeping the loveseat.) So we are headed out to La-Z-Boy looking for a couple of comfy chairs. I mean, seriously, when you consider the gaggle of them already, what's one more God pissed off at me?

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

The Marriage Business

"Government should get out of the marriage business and everyone, regardless of sexuality, should have civil unions."

I keep seeing this statement on the net as if people actually believe it's a solution to the argument over marriage equality. The trouble with it is that it misunderstands the nature of the problem in the first place, and then it proposes an unnecessarily cumbersome solution that will not satisfy anyone involved (and is very likely to piss off whole new groups of people) in an attempt to force secular society to cater to a theocratic movement that does not give a shit what word you use to create an equality law for gays, they will oppose it anyway. In other words, this "solution" may be well-intended, but it is bullshit in several different ways.

Government cannot realistically be "out of the marriage business". We don't have family law for the same reason we have miniature golf. Divorce Court notwithstanding, we have family law not for entertainment purposes but because it addresses an important social need. People make families together and then have a need for the law to recognize those families for purposes like inheritance rights, taxation, insurance, and various contexts requiring powers of attorney. People sometimes decide they want to make changes to their families, and since that often involves things like property rights and child custody, we have to have some formal mechanism of dealing with all these legal issues where they intersect with the family. Hence, family law, including marriage law.

I grant, all of this could also potentially be accomplished with uniform new "civil union" laws. It would require a massive legislative change, a ton of time and work, and a shitload of money to change every marriage law and every marriage-related law in every single state, city, township, county and district in the country into a new and different civil union law. And what, exactly, would be the purpose of going to that kind of extreme when it is so much simpler and more cost-effective just to add queers into the functional and already existent marriage law structure? Just because some religious people are throwing a tantrum over the word "marriage"? Come the fuck on.

Certain religious people love to believe that they own marriage. The facts do not support this belief. Marriage has just as long-standing a tradition as a secular institution as it does as a religious institution, and marriage has varied greatly and changed drastically over time and across cultures. Marriage is not the exclusive domain of modern day American Christians; marriage belongs to everybody.

Marriage in the USA is currently already split up into two different kinds: there's civil marriage, which the law governs, and there's religious marriage, which, barring extremes like marrying children, the law stays out of. So the religious people already have their own religious marriages, inside their churches, for which they can and do make their own crazy ass rules and from which they can and do freely and legally exclude gay people. Why does anyone think for half a second that they're entitled to anything else? Why should the rest of us have to spend millions upon millions of dollars to change the name of civil marriage just because these people are bigoted against gays? And which other bigots should we cater to by reworking the law in all 50 states, or is it only the anti-gay bigots that people think deserve this sort of indulgence?

Further, look, this argument is not really about marriage in the first place. I know that people think it is, and that's a fairly reasonable mistake if you're not paying close attention, but really the argument is about equality.

How do we know it's about equality and not marriage? Well, first of all, none of these people had any major trouble with the civil marriage laws, with atheists marrying, with people of different faiths getting married, with the legality of divorce, whatever else, until the queers wanted in. At least, they didn't have any recent trouble. The last time these groups raised hell about marriage laws, it was the 60s and they were freaking out because people of different races wanted to get married. I wasn't around yet but I've read the accounts of it and it was a fucking disgusting display of bigotry. They wailed and cried and fearmongered just as they're doing now, and there was much gnashing of teeth and dire warnings and bemoaning racial purity and a lot of outrageously offensive things said about non-white people. But the Supreme Court decided that marriage is a civil right and thus people of different races cannot be barred from exercising it. (Score one for us, we liberals won that one. You look at polls on interracial marriage from the 60s and people were overwhelmingly against it, you look at polls from now about the same issue and people are mostly fine with it. Massive progressive social change in a single generation, instituted by the courts with a fair interpretation of the constitution, no civil war, yay for us.)

In addition, and probably more compellingly, many of the anti-queer movements want to ban marriage equality for gays as well as any kind or type of civil unions as well as any kind or type of equal rights laws for gays no matter what they're about. These anti-equality movements have already been successful at banning civil unions and other equality rights in states such as Virginia. Ohio's ban on civil unions made it into the state constitution. Georgia looked to mimic Ohio but last I heard their law got shot down on a technicality; no doubt, the bigots will rise try again. These anti-queer folks love that law down in Florida that categorically prevents gay people from adopting children and they want more laws like that on the books all around the country. They are actively lobbying for those laws, along with other laws that remove any and all rights from gay people. Clearly, it is not marriage that these people are trying to "protect", and clearly, they are not going to agree to allow equal rights laws for gays no matter which word we use for it. Their agenda is to oppress queer people.

Let me say that again: Their agenda is to oppress queer people. If you bother to look past the periphery, then everywhere you look you will find support for this conclusion. It is not about marriage, it is about equality, and they will keep pushing no matter which words we use for it.

So if you're one of those "get government out of the marriage business" people, please think it over in some more detail. Don't be duped into trying to compromise with whackjobs who won't compromise with anyone no matter what bullshit they are trying to sell you. Their agenda is to hijack the law to oppress gays (and then, if successful, to oppress you, too). And whatever else you do or fail to do, I beg you, don't let yourself be duped by a shitty, derivative, bigoted argument. If you're going to be duped into hampering gay people's fight for equality, at the very least you should force the people duping you to come up with something clever and original.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Carnival of Bent Attractions

Do you guys know about Blog Carnivals? They're pretty cool. The gist is that bloggers write posts on a theme, sometimes broad and sometimes more focused, and the bloghost rounds them all up, summarizes, and links in a single blog post. Sometimes there's hours of interesting reading on whichever subject you're into, and it's a great way to find new blogs to check out.

I submitted my Meandering Through the Maze post from the other day to this month's Carnival of Bent Attractions, which is being graciously hosted by Ron. If you want to check out some other essays on topics of interest to the GLBTQ community, head on over there for some linky goodness.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Meandering Through the Maze

I think a lot about why things are the way they are, how they got that way, what we can change for the better, and how we can change it. It is not an activity with much instant gratification. Regarding the queer equality movement (or any equality movement), it's simple enough to vote strategically and participate in various kinds of activism and all that sort of thing, but I think without more thinking, and different thinking, we (on a cultural level) are just going to keep creating and recreating variations on the inequality theme over and over again.

I've spent a lot of time lately thinking about how conservatives wield arguments. One of the conservative arguments that got caught in my brain filter goes thusly: Gay people having equal rights under the law oppresses Christians by infringing upon their right to religious freedom. It's the kind of argument that makes me do that cartoon thing where I shake my head really fast and emit a series of lip-bobbling sounds that don't approach comprehensible language. It's tempting to dismiss the argument out of hand, but I often can't let go of things until I understand them.

The argument basically states that Christians should be able to oppress anyone they damned well please, otherwise they're being oppressed, and furthermore, that unless secular society both supports as well as participates in oppressing the groups that Christians determine ought to be oppressed, then that is also oppressive to Christians. It's as if they don't understand the meaning of words like "oppress".

I don't think that's true. I think the folks who forward those arguments understand the words just fine. I think they understand that a word like "oppress", particularly, is a powerful word, and that's why they've sought to redefine it in the sense of popular usage. I mean, if "oppress" is allowed to mean what it really means, then everyone has to fight for and support everyone else's equality. Theocrats can't have that else they'd never get their theocracy, which is predicated on hierarchy. So instead, they need to paint themselves as victims even when they're not, and they need to paint their victims as oppressors.

Christians who disapprove of homosexuality lobby the government to enshrine their religious beliefs into community standards, public school curricula, and US law at every level from local to federal such that they and they alone dictate both the morality and legality of marriage to everyone else. They do not consider this behavior "oppressive". They refer to it as "freedom of religion", which is important, because they need the "freedom" word in there to try to mask the fact that this is, by definition, oppressive behavior on the part of Christians.

If queers were lobbying for a context in which all marriages must be queer, or seeking to forward a social movement that popularly as well as legally disadvantages non-queers simply for being non-queer, that would be oppressive in the same way as the Christian anti-equality movement is oppressive. However, no one serious pushes for those positions from the left.

From the left, the push is for equality, nothing more and nothing less. No queer equality movement seeks to infringe on the existing marriage rights of Christians, nor abuse the law to meddle around in their churches. People should be free to choose Christian marriages, they should be covered by family law, and they should be protected by law from discrimination. The queer marriage equality movement wants the same legal rights and responsibilities of marriage for all adults regardless of religion, race, reproductive capacity, disability, sex, or sexuality.

And it's the equality that sends the theocrats into a tizzy. They start calling it "oppression" the very same second they are told they don't get to control everything without challenge; that they must share the law with other people who do not necessarily agree with the tenets of their religion or their morality; that they must share social power with people who do not share their worldview. If we are all sharing power equally, then plenty of folks might be uncomfortable, but no one is being oppressed. Nonetheless, this particular claim of oppression arises again and again, always from the right, and always whenever they are not allowed to control other people.

Like any effective exercise in double-standard based discriminatory behavior, they never explain precisely where the oppression they claim to be experiencing is actually occurring, they just repeatedly claim that it is happening over and over until people who don't pay very close attention start to believe that it must be at least kind-of true. People actually start to buy into the idea that the equality of a minority group is somehow oppressive to a majority group that is currently enjoying a disproportionately larger share of sociopolitical power. That conservatives can successfully wield this argument without making a single logical connection is what interests me. They've primarily appealed to ignorance, social prejudice, and emotion (predominantly faith and fear), from beginning to end, just as they did when they used their religion to justify slavery and then, when they lost that conflict, to justify the racial segregation that followed slavery in America and oppressed black people for roughly another fucking century.

I'm less interested in the architects of the theocracy movement, whom I view as garden variety powermongers -- history's never had an age without 'em, bless the dark little shadows in their chest cavities where their hearts should be -- and more interested in those who allow themselves to be used as its cinder blocks, who totally fucking baffle me. Why are so many regular people susceptible to such obvious lines of bullshit, especially when said lines of bullshit do eventually curve back around to kick said regular people in their regular asses? (You people who are willing to throw queers under the bus, you know these people are coming after you next, right? They're coming for your marriages, your birth control and whatever entertainment choices you have that they deem immoral. And they're gaining ground legislatively.)

Language, I think, has to be a key factor. It's easy to think of language as a human tool, but it's the kind of tool that shapes us just as much as we shape it. With few exceptions, we can only think about things for which we have a language. For example, telling small children nothing whatsoever about gays makes gay identities inarticulable to the children. They have no word for it and thus can't really think of it at all until it somehow presents itself into their experience. Once it does that, they have absolutely no idea how to navigate it, whether it's occurring within themselves or in someone else.

(This is probably not common anymore, but I remember seeing it occasionally when I was a kid in the 70s. Some other kid whose parents sheltered them more than mine sheltered me would be just gobsmacked by the mere theoretical existence of gays, and usually call bullshit on the whole idea, like gays were a Hook-Handed Make Out Hill Killer. The facial expression looks the same as the one you get when you manage to withhold sexual reproduction information from a kid until they're close to or at puberty. Half of them think you're making that shit up just like you made up Santa Claus. Lacking that information until they're tweenage means they've had plenty of time to internalize their understanding that genitals have but a singular function, and they understand the function to be dirty, so this multiple-usage deal involving another human being's nasty bits freaks them the hell right out.)

Language is powerful. Our understanding of any given concept is strongly affected by whatever terms we have to apply to the concept, and the way those terms are understood to relate to other terms about other concepts. A good deal of that is socially constructed. For example, teaching small children that gays are "bad" and "wrong" and "gross", or the children merely inhabiting a world that regards gays in this fashion, is the kind of thing that trains children to believe that gays are not quite entirely people. Gays are not like Us; gays are different; gays are Other. Culturally, "Other" is almost always synonymous with "enemy" due to a bunch of other social narratives, thus training children to Other gays is a pretty effective mechanism to get the adults the kids will someday become to make social war on gays (or sometimes direct violence) without even giving it a second thought. Oppressing gays becomes internalized as "the right thing to do" with no real reason ever required.

Consider how meanings become hooked together in people's minds without people realizing that it's happening, until a whole network of meaning has been created. Then consider how meanings are often conflated, and how these conflations must affect the very structure of thought inside of people's minds. They also affect the neurochemistry inside the body such that they affect people's feelings as well; bodies can only respond emotionally to stimuli that obey the parameters and associations dictated by the network of meaning. For example, plenty of people conflate love with control and because of that they come to understand control as an expression of love. Then, in very real ways, they cannot feel loved or feel as though they are expressing love unless they are also controlling and/or being controlled. Anything else feels wrong. Feelings are powerful.

Screwing around with the structure of someone's bodymind via language is an enormously effective way to manipulate them. Think: advertising/marketing, and virtually all modern American politics. Most people aren't even aware they're being manipulated by these things, let alone the extent to which they're being manipulated.

(Which is funny in that ironic way because whenever someone tries to point it out to them, they tend to spend all their energy attacking that person rather than reality-checking the situation and affording themselves a chance to actually realize the extent to which they're being manipulated. This, I suspect, is a fail-safe built into the manipulation system; you know, the social narrative is always reassuring us as Americans that we are free thinkers, controlled by no one, the freest people on Earth, we are so free that other people hate us for our freedom, so how dare you suggest that I'm being manipulated by a beer commercial you crazy feminist! Heh.)

Associating concepts via the terms we use to describe them in a complex network is how socialization occurs. It's how we learn to be a part of our culture, laugh at jokes, function in the supermarket line, pee in the bathroom, and hold down an accounting job. It's also how brainwashing works. Funny, that. And messy. It's the kind of messiness that ensures there's no easy way out of this chronic social problem that we have with systemic inequality. We train children not just to understand that there is a hierarchy of bodies, but we train them to understand that there has to be a hierarchy of bodies. We train them to understand that such a hierarchy is necessary and natural (and worst of all, that it's ethical). Which is why it is that, when you pick at someone's reactionary defense of the hierarchy long enough, eventually they will sputter, "That's just how it is!" But that's not just how it is. That's how we make it.

Children aren't born into the world with a preset negative opinion about gay people that they just need words to describe. They are taught the opinion along with the language. They are also taught the structure that holds the opinion that they describe with the language. And the systemic symbolic mechanisms we use to teach them mean that if someone has been trained up from young enough to understand ("understand" as opposed to "believe") that "gay" means "bad", then you can't just deploy a logical, fact-based argument to show them where their thinking has gone awry. It's not just their thinking that has gone awry; it's the way in which they've been programmed about how to think and feel, which is a much more complicated problem. People are very convinced that their feelings are natural (much of our social narrative hammers on this point, as well) and it's difficult to get them to understand how their feelings have been manipulated, and how at least some of them have been outright fabricated.

It's not really a problem of language, though language is a critical hinge. I think it's a problem that powermongering has created inside consciousness, inside the bodymind, using language as both a tool and a weapon. The entire strategy is very simple: divide/manipulate/conquer. It's just that the division accomplished via the manipulation is sufficient to ensure that most of the time practically no one sees anything but the [manufactured] desire for conquering, which they mistake for authentic desire ("human nature"), and round and round we go, like a big hedge maze where everything looks the same and we have all been here before.

The center of this hedge maze, which is remarkably out of the loop of well-traveled territory despite its central locale, is that place where I imagine that authentic desires are actively being covered up as manufactured desires are being slipped over them. I do not believe that authentic desires are ever replaced, though. I think they are always being created and recreated; they are always being covered over and emerging and being recovered. (I've rambled on for too long already to entertain the argument that perhaps there are no authentic desires, so I will just say that I think that is a legitimate argument, and that I come down on the side of believing that whichever desires we generate that are not being powermongered are close enough to authentic for me.)

The longer I think about it, the more I believe that locating our authenticity is the only thing that can save us from this cycle of inequality. If enough of us simply are who we really are, who we really want to be, then the hierarchy, the very structure on which the inequality props itself up, will dissolve for lack of support. Equality wouldn't look like oppression to anyone. Perhaps even oppression itself would no longer be desirable.

Heh -- life, it's the ultimate role-playing game: to escape the maze, we must find the center.