Archive for March, 2012

We Happy Trans 7 Questions Video!

Houston Queer Blogging Meet-Up!

This year I’m attending the 3rd Annual Haas Convening of LGBT journalists, editors, and bloggers, which I’m excited about!  We’ll be hearing and talking a lot about the GOP election, with I think a strong focus on combating the idea that visible queerness harms children.  I’ll probably write something about the experience, and will certainly be livetweeting many of the events, if that interests you.  It’ll be particularly interesting because I’ll be interacting with a lot of smart and experienced queer folks whose politics are pretty dissimilar from mine, which I figure will be a good growing experience.

If you’re in Houston or the surrounding area, the Bilerico Project is co-hosting a meet-up with Joe.My.God, and you should come on over!  It’s on Saturday, March 24 at 8 PM, at JR’s in the Montrose district.  (I don’t know where that’s at, because I’ve never been to Houston before and am winging it directions-wise.)  I’m guessing that the tone of this meet-up, like other online meetups, is informal and chill–we’ll chat about blogging and queer issues, get to know each other outside of the internet, that kind of thing.  If you’re going to be there, I’d love to meet you and talk!  I will be the awkward brunette guy in workboots.

IMPORTANT UPDATE: Like I said, I’ve never been to Houston before, and as it turns out, JR’s is a bar.  So I may not be able to attend, seeing as I’m only twenty years old.  (I was the youngest person at Haas, haha.)  I’ll keep you updated via Twitter!

Abigail, June, & Moving Forward With/Through/Within/Beyond Feminism

It’s International Women’s Day.  I’ve spent most of today thinking about how to include trans women in this day, and why International Women’s Day needs to be explicitly trans woman-positive, not just implicitly.  Because of cis feminists’ history with trans women, that inclusion needs to be said, and said out loud!

I only got my education about feminism’s problems with race, class, trans folks, etc., comparatively recently–as in, a few years back.  Keep in mind, I’m only twenty.  This International Women’s Day, I ran across something that’s been in my consciousness for a hell of a long time: the first feminist text I ever read.  My mom is an ardent feminist, and  showed me this letter by Abigail Adams:

Remember all Men would be tyrants if they could. If perticuliar care and attention is not paid to the Laidies we are determined to foment a Rebelion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any Laws in which we have no voice, or Representation.

That your Sex are Naturally Tyrannical is a Truth so thoroughly established as to admit of no dispute, but such of you as wish to be happy willingly give up the harsh title of Master for the more tender and endearing one of Friend. Why then, not put it out of the power of the vicious and the Lawless to use us with cruelty and indignity with impunity. Men of Sense in all Ages abhor those customs which treat us only as the vassals of your Sex.

Pretty great.

But it’s fucked up, right?  That my only feminist image as a kid was a white cis woman of able body?  Abigail is great–but we need more.  I’ve moved beyond her while keeping her with me–I have more images now.  Take June Jordan, for example, queer Black feminist poet:

That’s her.  If you’d like to read one of her poems, “Poem About My Rights,” I encourage you to click here.  (You should read it because it’s an incredible poem, although TW for rape, misogyny, and racism.)

Obviously, the be-all end-all of my feminist role models isn’t Abigail Adams and June Jordan–there are so many more and here are a few.  But today I was thinking of these two women, and how they combine to make me think of the educational journey I’m on.

Abigail Adams: My first feminist education, and a stone cold badass.  My past, my childhood, the beginning of my thinking.  What my mom gave me.

June Jordan: The woman I think of as my feminist role model these days.  Both an artist and an unapologetically angry and political queer woman of color.  I give her poems to my mom now.

June and Abigail, Abigail and June–and Monica Roberts, and Julia Serano, and more and more and more: never less, always more.  Always moving forward. Never moving back.

More not less.  Never one story.



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