THIS IS MY FAVORITE BC THERE’S DEER IN THE DISTANCE LIKE AYE FUCK MAN SOMETHIN GOIN DOWN.
So….lgbt-supporters is surely a troll blog. Surely? Like it has to be.
Hiatus is taking longer than expected, sorry. The good news is I got an extension on my chapter. The bad news is that means I’m still writing furiously with no time for much else (mainly sleep).
My queue has run dry and I won’t get the chance to restock it for another couple of weeks. Urgh - I’m horrendously busy at uni right now, and have a chapter due on the 25th.
Stay safe, friends.
I’m having Tumblr withdrawals. Will do my best to top up the queue this weekend.
This is a poster on the front of my local Work and Income office* and it makes me so mad I can’t even think straight. Like seriously. What massive fuck-nugget thought this would be a good idea. Just when I thought I couldn’t hate WINZ any more than I already did. I’m apoplectic with rage.
ETA: I just read the article on their website and I’m fuming. Here are some particular gems:
"Dan felt that his confidence started to pick up and he was ready to return to work."
"He feels that he is contributing now and making a difference in people’s lives."
Fuck everyone and everything.
[*For non-NZers this is the government department that manages social welfare and benefits.]
WOMEN CAN BE SEXIST.
MINORITIES CAN BE RACIST.
GAYS/TRANS/ETC CAN BE IGNORANT.
ATHEISTS CAN BE BIGOTED.
YOU ARE NOT EXCUSED.
But not to be confused with the equally true statements that: men cannot be victims of sexism; white people cannot be victims of racism; straight people cannot be victims of homophobia; and cis people cannot be victims of transphobia.
Oppressed groups can be oppressive only towards other members of their group (i.e. internalised oppression), or towards people from differently-oppressed groups.
Nitpick (Or clarification? You may have meant this by ‘differently-oppressed groups’, I guess): A person who is a member of a group that is privileged on a particular axis of oppression can be a victim of bigotry along that axis by someone who is a member of a group that is not privileged along that axis, if the first person is unprivileged along a different axis compared to the second person and the situation is one that gives the former power over the latter.
For example, a woman who is bigoted against men will not usually be able to meaningfully act on that, but if she’s a home health worker and she has a severely disabled man as a client, she could take the opportunity to abuse him because of his gender and there might not be anything he can do about it. (Intersectionality is a thing for people who aren’t disprivileged along multiple axes, too.)
That is a relatively rare sort of situation, but given that a lot of people tend to go looking for situations where they’ll have power over the sorts of people they don’t like, it probably shouldn’t be ignored.
Thank you! That’s a good addition to the commentary. By ‘differently oppressed’ I meant the situation you describe, but I was more saying the woman wouldn’t be being sexist she would be being ableist (because she’s specifically exerting her own capabilities over someone who is disabled).
[TW: ableism, suicide] Had Prozac been available last century, Baudelaire’s “spleen”, Edgar Allan Poe’s moods, the poetry of Sylvia Plath; the lamentations of so many other poets, everything with a soul would have been silenced…
If large pharmaceutical companies were able to eliminate the seasons, they would probably do so- for a profit, of course.
Nassim Taleb, “Antifragile”
Yes you see because antidepressants magically wipe out your entire capacity for melancholy in one fell swoop like you literally pop one pill and boom there’s a big smile on your face and then you can never write poetry again because as we all know it’s only possible to write good poetry when you’re in a fetal position dry sobbing at one in the afternoon and wondering if you’d have the emotional energy to shoot yourself if you had a gun goddam those evil doctors and their medicine they ruined literature forever because as we all know literally nobody has ever written anything even halfway decent since antidepressants came out also fuck the polio vaccine and airplanes for some reason.
Wow, why in fuck’s name is an economist commenting on mental health. He literally knows nothing about this. In fact, the opposite of what he says is probably true. Creativity has long been correlated with mental illness, but it’s the mental illness that usually stands in the way of them expressing that creativity. That, and the historically barbaric ways of ‘treating’ mental illness: insane asylums, frontal lobotomies, ECT.
If creative people hadn’t been so routinely abused by the system, been forced to self-medicate with alcohol or drugs, or been driven to suicide, then their creative output would have been much more prolific. If they had been given the option of managing their mental health without literally destroying their brain — with, let’s say, you know, maybe some fucking anti-depressant medication — who knows what amazing stuff could have been produced. As well as Sylvia Plath and Edgar Allan Poe, I’m thinking Janet Frame, John Nash, Zelda Fitzgerald, Truman Capote, Hunter S Thompson, Virginia Woolf, Anne Sexton, Ernest Hemingway, Frida Kahlo…I think you get the point.
I need to be uncomfortable in my privilege because in discomfort there is learning.
Two mama cats who gave birth at the same time, co-mothering their eight new babies.
However, I prefer to think of them as a lesbian cat couple.
I am surprised by how much sex I have had in my life that I didn’t want to have. Not exactly what’s considered “real” rape, or “date” rape, although it is a kind of rape of the spirit - a dishonest portrayal or distortion of my own desire in order to appease another person.
I said yes because I felt it was too much trouble to say no. I said yes because I didn’t want to have to defend my “no,” qualify it, justify it - deserve it. I said yes because I thought I was so ugly and fat that I should just take sex every time it was offered, because who knew when it would be offered again. I said yes to partners I never wanted in the first place, because to say no at any point after saying yes for so long would make our entire relationship a lie, so I had to keep saying yes in order to keep the “no” I felt a secret. That is such a messed-up way to live, such an awful way to love.
So these days, I say yes only when I mean yes. It does require some vigilance on my part to make sure I don’t just go on sexual automatic pilot and let people do whatever. It forces me to be really honest with myself and others. It makes me remember that loving myself is also about protecting myself and defending my own borders. I say yes to me.
|—||Margaret Cho, “Yes Means Yes”|
I am majestic.