I meant to write today, but instead got caught up in these words:
BFP in 08!
I meant to write today, but instead got caught up in these words:
BFP in 08!
2008 started off with a bang!
Nick and I were partying like rock stars at the Renaissance Hotel in Columbus, Ohio with Tim, Kelly, Ruthie, Books, and loved ones. At approximately 10pm, Kelly got the surprise of her life!
WHOOP IT UP!
08 – OH GREAT!
I’ve been tagged by Sylvia. Here’s to sharing a bit more about me in 08.
So, 7 facts about me….
1. I would KILL to learn how to use a sewing machine.
2. I used to be a competitive cheerleader. Yes, that included tumbling and dance lessons.
3. 8 years ago I had surgery to remove ovarian tumors. After the biopsy, I found out the tumors were benign, but half of my right ovary and a quarter of my left were removed.
4. I just got my nose pierced.
5. I’ve moved 10 times in the past 10 years. 10 different mailing addresses and I spend countless hours wondering why I feel so displaced in the world, then I remember that fact about myself.
6. Just the sight of a hot air balloon makes me believe the world is capable of peace.
7. EVERY time I walk into a book store or library, I get so excited I have to take a massive dump. I asked my doctor if it was a problem and she said that the adrenaline released from my excitement quickens the peristalic effect in my intestines. Basically, my intestines push everything out and this speed up the digestive process because I’m so excited. The mere thought of new ideas, justice, and creativity sends me straight to the toilet. Then I’m ready to change the world.
I can’t BELIEVE I just shared that on my own blog.
Compared to others, I’m a new blogger. I began in July 2006 and in that time have learned much about the online world and it’s manifestations of the offline world. My blog began as a tool to sharpen my writer’s voice. A year and a half later, it still serves that purpose and I am blessed to have met and befriended some of the most brilliant, passionate, and sacrificing writers and artists and media makers out there.
I want to say this now because I’m ready to begin 2008 with a new agenda, an agenda that has permanently deleted blogs, authors, and sites that do not contribute to anti-racist feminism and spend more time in reverse than a Kentucky pick-up truck. In short, I’m through with engaging – however slight – with blogs, writers, and commenters that:
Advocating for gender equality has been a thrilling and enraging journey. Over the past year and half, the feminist blogosphere has offered so many things to my identity but none more than division. Sadly, I feel less inclined to hope that mainstream White US feminists will find a bridge with radical womyn of color feminists. However, that has never been my focal point or any other RWOC blogger that I read.
In the thousands of posts of the Radical Women of Color Blogger Ring, that have been around for a while, that cover a billion feminist issues like sexual assault, international violence, political observations, Megan Williams, Katrina, Jena 6, Duke and Durham, the Carnival of Radical Action, Tabasco, or organizing for conference attendance, the ones that cause jittery activity are the posts that take conflict MWUSF (mainstream, White, US feminism). In mathematical reality, these particular posts occupy probably 1/2983656 of RWOC’s focus. SO what gets me is how RWOC are labeled jealous, race watch dogs, and as waiting around for a chance to scream bloody blogwar.
Sigh.
I’ve had enough.
So, to all the rwoc bloggers who I love, you know who you are, stay strong, keep writing, dance and wiggle all around like you do.
And to my supporters and readers – thank you for your time, trust, and energy.
08 will bring it.
Out.
For those like me celebrating the last day of 2007, it’s a day of many things, often anti-climactic, but still an important day.
Each 31st of December, I kick back, run my hand over my round belly and speak gratitude, prophesy, and hope. Deep reflection, I believe, is necessary to meaningful existence. Without processing, minimal learning occurs.
The lessons of 2007…
08 is going to be oh-great.
BFP’s got a post up at her site calling on Asian American/Pacific Islander women who are willing to donate 20 minutes of their time to take a survey conducted by the Rollins School of Public Health of Emory University in Atlanta, Georgia. The questions pertain to sexuality, experiences of sexuality and racial identity. I’m in. You should be too, if you fit the criteria. Pinay power!
Speaking of Pinay power, Jenn is starting a great dialogue and space going at Reappropriate about APIA feminism. Hells YES is what I say to that. With ever-growing strength around Chicana and Latina feminist communities, Black and African-American fem/womanist groups, and Muslim womyn – just to name a few – it’s great to see Asian American womyn standing up and saying WE ARE HERE.
I am Here.
Pinay power.
We’re in Ohio for the holidays.
I’m nursing a small hangover and Nick is still in bed. I can hear his alarm going off on his cell phone, but he keeps hitting snooze. Poor kid, we were out late last night.
Let’s back up a bit to explain.
We arrived via Cheapbus (aka SKYbus) on Friday, December 21 and headed straight up to Massillon where we spent a few days with my family. We enjoyed great presents, tasty food, and late holiday shopping until Christmas morning when we headed off to Russia to say with Nick’s family for a few days. More great presents, more tasty food, and lots of family gatherings and sporting events greeted us in western Ohio. We arrived Christmas morning and stayed until yesterday, 12/28.
We headed to Cincinnati last night to see our friends who have expanded their families and friends we miss. It’s difficult being back in some ways. On one hand, it’s so wonderful to see everyone again and then it’s so hard to realize how much you are missing by being away.
Everywhere Nick and I go, the proverbial question, “How’s Boston?” comes up. It’s a natural question – we just transitioned and it’s a completely different way of living than the Midwest. But, we can’t really say how it’s going because it’s complicated. Here’s what we’re both thinking when this question comes up, but we’re both not going to say it because we’re too long-winded:
What Pains Us
Separation from family and friends
Easy living in OHIO
Open roads in OHIO
Decent prices in OHIO
Kinder folks in OHIO
Life going on without us
What Challenges Us
How to start a family without family here
Boston’s pace of life
Bo$ton is expensivo
Adjusting to a different schedule and making time for each other
What We Love About Beantown
Our location
Being young without children in a terrific city
Effortless inclusion in the most exciting events the city offers
Living in a 2 bedroom highrise apartment without rent
Ocean is close by
Culture
Diversity
Boston is the educational GEM of the world – no other city explodes with academia like this
While the last list has more items that the other two, it still doesn’t compare to the warm comfort of being with our loved ones. It’s been a wonderful visit home so far and Cincinnati hasn’t changed a bit. We’re reveling in the laughter of friends right now, but we’re also excited to continue making a home on the east coast, however hard that might be.
But, it’s getting easier.
So, last night we saw good friends and went to two gatherings. We were out till about 3am, didn’t get home till about 3:30am and then Nick woke up at 7:30am to take his brother Keith to the airport. OUCH. I was snoring face down on the couch when they left and was too disoriented to even lock the freaking door.
And so Nick is on his third snooze of the morning and I should go try to punch him in the arm to wake him up because we’re meeting friends for lunch downtown. He just wandered out and his eyes are so bloodshot, he looks like the devil. I laugh in his face. OUCH, that hurt my head. I hate hangovers.
2008 is going to be phenomenal.
This FLY post and this analytic post got me thinking about my own experience working in sexual assault. So, in theme withthese great womyn, here are my own thoughts about the assertion that “empowering women’s sexuality is the key to dismantling rape culture.”
Dismantling vs. Transforming Rape Culture
It’s been about seven years that I have been working with womyn and focusing on sexual assault in some way in my life. I’ve counseled, run groups, worked with dropouts, grandmothers, lesbians, wives, the mentally ill, the mentally well, the sick, the physically challenged, the young, the real young, and my friends.
Sexual assault – rape – has been in my life for years and I cannot fathom writing a piece of work that would be included in an anthology that uses the assertion that “women’s sexual pleasure is central to dismantling rape culture.”
Sexual empowerment, the deep monumental oceanic power in each of us, is a vast and complex force. Womyn’s sexual enjoyment and pleasure is a critical facet, but I shrink into a horror corner when I read that womyn’s sexual agency is the key to dismantling rape culture.
It ain’t that simple.
When, I scream, WHEN will we as a movement come to the realization that rape – yes – something to do with consent and pleasure, but it cannot, will not – and I refuse it to be – simplified to centering womyn’s agency and ability to experience sexual pleasure.
Transforming a Rape Culture came out back in ’93 or so and it still rocks my world, hard. Editors Emilie Buchwald, Pamela Fletcher, and Martha Roth offered the world 37 essays about education, transformation, poetry, speeches, and methodologies to transform a rape culture. Immediately, I embraced that word – transform.
Transformation, as opposed to dismantling, offered me a vision and responsibility to end and rebuild the culture of rape. Tranforming a Rape Culture brought attention to the g’dam u-g-l-y truth that rape is brought forth from messed up ideals from our own society. WE did this. It’s not just men, it’s all of us with out stinking hands and poor excuses. It’s in everything we touch and ignore. It’s saturated in our lashes, in every damn blink of our eyes and we don’t even realize it anymore. This reaches beyond the complexity of sex, enthusiastic consent, and womyn’s pleasure; so much so that I feel like shaking this computer as I write.
How in the HELL would I tell the womyn who have been raped in my life that the answers lie in reframing/centering their sexual pleasure and empowerment? They WERE womyn who flew high above the clouds, soaring, reveling, rejoicing in their sexuality and they were raped. They were raped. These womyn, with their centering, jaw-dropping, sharp tongues and gorgeous minds and fearless eyes were raped. And it had nothing to do with their personal sexual empowerment.
How in the HELL would I tell my daughter that being an advocate and transformer of rape culture is about her pleasure? How in the HELL would I educate my son about rape, power, consent, and choice? It’s more than just dismantling. It’s about rebuilding. Dismantling the wrongs is the first and easiest step; it’s the transformation and healing of this culture that impedes our movement. Sexual pleasure is powerful, but it’s not everything.
I want to talk to REAL womyn. I want to talk to womyn who understand that empowerment does not sit on the same shelf as pleasure. I want to hear from womyn who know that empowerment is about taking down our facades and allowing the vulnerabilities to seep out onto the page, who can tell me if and how they finally made love after their assault. I want to hear from PEOPLE who knew how to hold their lovers accountable when the next morning was silent. Who can speak to rape except those who truly know the face of it?
Not one inch of my feminist blood believes that every womyn screaming an orgasmic YES would eradicate rape. Womyn’s voice is not the answer, not for this issue. It’s the world’s silence that prevents any true progression and anti-rape work must be held to an incredible high standard of inclusion. Am I reading this wrong? I just don’t see this call taking the megaphone to womyn raped in secret harvest fields or in the military; grandmothers gang raped in their own homes; womyn and men raped by religious clergy; womyn who are targeted because they are mentally ill; or the mother-daughter prostitutes trying to make enough money to get by.
But we’re not talking about them, I guess.
This issue – rape – is where men are most needed. I don’t want just their voices – I want their entire souls. I want them to put their skin, breathe, and fingerprints all over this issue. In nearly every case of rape I have ever worked on, 99% of them are acts of males preying on and assaulting womyn. Men can’t be “brought back into the conversation,” they need to be centralized WITH US. Womyn are centralized in the prevention. Survivors are centralized in post trauma. The men are in the middle, genuinely confused, wanting to help, but COMPLETELY clueless as to how. And here come the feminists saying, “Dismantle this! Empower us and our sexual pleasure!” Where does sexual empowerment fit in the pre, post, or anything?
Here are two quotes from teen boys, taken from Transforming a Rape Culture:
“The best thing about being a man is that I can do what I want, be as rude and
disgusting as I want, and no one says anything.” – 11th Grade
Male“…No matter how you slice it, men are in control in today’s
society just as they have been ever since man and woman existed. That’s
where I like to be.” -10th Grade Male
Mhm. Let’s see what needs to get transformed here.
Guess again. It’s not womyn’s sexual pleasure.
We must must MUST get passed this whole game of labeling what needs to be in the center when it comes to confronting our rape culture/world because what works for some isn’t going to work for all, so let’s not pretend that one book is for everyone. It’s not, so just at least SAY it’s not for everyone. (Oh, but that might affect the sales, right?)
When you centralize one component, say, women’s sexual pleasure, inevitably other experiences and elements are pushed to the side and that’s how you get trapped into marginalizing, dividing, and *poof* there goes the “intersectionality.” (That buzz word, by the way, is WAYYYYY over/mis/used and I will give a $1000 to anyone that can show me a blog that explores it well.)
The dynamic and multi-veined power within sexual assault is so pervasive that I cannot conceive or embrace the concept that womyn’s pleasure is central to an issue of such devastation, significance, and depth.
Honestly, embarrassment and frustration arise in my cheeks as I read this newest attempt to bring the movement together. Have we not yet learned – for both sexual assault AND feminism – what needs utter, total, and complete transformation is power, not pleasure?
Inspired by Sylvia in a non-public discussion, the question of when do I want to be a feminist settled my rear end into a couch.