If when I was younger, had I seen positive trans roles in film and TV, yeah, of course my life would be different. My life would be different because I would have felt like I had existed a lot sooner than I did. I don’t feel like I existed until I met my first trans person, and they weren’t on TV. I didn’t know they existed, and I didn’t know I existed as a result of it. Had I seen someone when I was younger I might have known who I was, and it might have saved me from a lot of struggle.
NPR did a story in 2015 looking back at the 1985 bombing of the MOVE compound in Philadelphia. I had never heard of this, well, it feels like state-sponsored terrorism. A fortified house was bombed, an entire block caught fire, the mayor was saying things like, “any means possible,” and 11 people were killed. 5 of them were children.
Click through to read the whole story, which interviews residents to see what they remember about the horrific events.
Then go ahead and read about the 2016 documentary Do Not Resist. I haven’t seen it yet, but it’s next on my list. Watch it and we’ll discuss it on the blog.
I want to share an excellent article on The Establishment by Alex Lu called I’m Not Going to be Nice About Ableism. Alex talks about the experience of going through college and grad school as a person who is deaf, and how the criticism that activists must be kind and patient in order to effect change is both BS and dangerous. Feel free to apply these ideas to activists of all stripes. Here’s a preview, but click through to read the entire thing:
The phrase [change hearts and minds] has become associated with a very narrow rhetorical strategy that demands that people sit down with those most hateful and violent toward them, and patiently explain their humanity, taking great pains to neuter their language surrounding any concepts that may provoke defensiveness, like “privilege” or “racism.” Moreover, it contends that making minorities look sympathetic to the majority is the only worthy goal: Outcomes like building community, showing solidarity, or disrupting harmful institutional actions are ignored.
She shares about her work with the group Enhance the UK. They provide resources and support for disabled individuals and their loved ones as they seek out a full and sexual life. Emily co-runs a discussion/advice board for any and all questions individuals have in regards to sex and relationships.
Emily talks about asking the right questions, accessibility, and care and how those concerns intersect with sex and sexuality for the disabled.
Please click through to listen to the entire talk!
It’s Wednesday! Let’s hear from some new voices today.
Poetry International has posted a lovely conversation between poets spanning the globe discussing the topic of borders. Click through to read it all, but here is a glimpse, from Alfonso Garcia Cortez:
The word “border” refers to the numerous separations or boundaries which reality presents: economic, religious, cultural, legal borders; but it’s also true that the body itself is a border. Language is a border. Reality is a border. Imagination is a border..
To live on the border is to carry all of that on one’s back, sometimes without being aware of it.
There is the constant presence of the “other” in the landscape: the “bordo,” the helicopters of the “migra,” the traffic inching up to the “línea,” the bilingual billboards and signs, as well as migrants and immigrants, the repatriated and the expats, the foreigners and tourists, and the family members who live on the other side, “al otro lado.”
I believe that we constantly cross borders.
Expressing ourselves is a form of crossing the body’s border.
Leaving one’s home is in itself a border crossing towards the uncertainty of the city.
We exit from ourselves, from what we associate as ours, towards a different place.
Thus, the border is then revealed as something that is not rigid at all, not as simple as a wall.
Rather, it’s flexible and porous, an exchange of glances, a game of mirrors.
I love the movie Mad Max: Fury Road. From just a purely aesthetic standpoint – I love action movies, I love post-apocalyptic stories, I love the cars, I love the way it was brought together in all its excess, its costumes and music and editing and sparse dialogue.
And I also loved it for its embrace of a woman action hero, it’s feminist messages in the refrain “who killed the world?” and in the story of women rescuing women, and for its side story of Nux’s transformation from a religious fanatic to a person who discovers the true meaning of devotion.
But the movie can not be hailed as a feminist masterpiece. As movies improve and representation for women becomes more common, our intersectional feminism for POC still suffers. (See Ghostbusters, another movie I loved but failed in this regard. ) Continue reading “It’s Wednesday!”→