Everyone stops and asks us for directions and thinks we live here because we're lesbians. EVERYONE. We kiss in public, and then suddenly someone is interrupting us to ask where the T is or a given mall. OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
So many gay families, OMG!
Wearing the suit was interesting and highlighted to me how much there are two Bostons: queer Boston and New England wealthy Boston. New England wealthy Boston involved men looking the _suit_ up and down and then glaring at me. Queer Boston involved certain level of eye-contact and engagement that I was unused to -- both as a New Yorker and as someone still leaning to wear the suit in public and feel like it won't engender unpleasant commentary. The gaze of people here feels so much more informed: is that person trans? is that person gender queer? is that a butch lesbian? People want to know and do the right thing -- the way I look doesn't necessarily make it easy though.
It does feel different to be gay in public here, which surprises me. ALthough, while New York is very safe and Patty and I are very affectionate in public, I realize that it is still often not the norm in NYC. I don't see queer couples holding hands constantly back home. Here I do see it, all the time. It's like that thing about "I'm not a hero for turning you on" -- I'm not a hero for being normally affectionate with my partner here. No one looks at us and smiles, because we aren't the only ones and we're not setting an example.
Did have one particularly bizarre moment in which a man who was clearly with his two wives (in trying to describe that this was a Muslim traditional-seeming family and not a poly grouping more similar that of many of my friends I inadvertantly said something that was offensive to poly poeple. I do not have a problem with poly people or poly relationships, and I apologize. I should also note I was aware of the relationship status between these three people because I had been walking behind them for several blocks and overheard their conversation, and I was not making an assumption about their relationship status based on their clothing or biases about Muslims -- however, I may additionally still be engaging in inappropriate biases for assuming their poly relationship is any different from that of my various friends', I am trying to do good here and feel that I am so clearly fucking this up, and I should perhaps delete this entire story, the original point of which was that there are such a huge variety of relationships and reactions to relationships that I was entirely charmed by the entire thing. Anyway, I fucked up, I've sent individual apologies as well, I intend to do better next time.) Anyway, the man was arguing with the women, because they thought a gay male couple holding hands were so cute ("they were holding fingers!") and the guy was all "it's worse than San Francisco!"
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Oh god. I realized after reading this that I smile at gay couples holding hands (really I smile at any couple holding hands) because I love to see people holding hands. I hope I haven't offended anyone by doing it. I just love to see people in love.
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The phrase "holding fingers" is tickling me, for some reason.
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Do hipsters do poly differently in a way that makes them a more appropriate contrast?
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Hee.
Holly and I have been holding hands since before she was married to someone else, back in Central NY, cow-country, where the rednecks might beat you up unless they're drunk and think two chicks are hot.
We've been stopped, here in MA, where it's legal, and 'normal', by people coming out of the Big Y, so they can yell "YES! WOOO!" and genuinely mean to show their utter delight and pride in how we're affectionate. (They explained they'd just seen Milk, and so they were feeling emotional.) We were remarked on by a lesbian couple from Chicago who're in their middle years, and Do Not Show Affection like that at all, because they're from a place/time where it's Just Not Done. And really, one of them was a little envious -- she would like to be that comfortable.
It never, EVER occurred to me that I couldn't/shouldn't/wouldn't touch her, be affectionate with her, kiss her, do anything and everything with her in public that I'd potentially do with any other person I love. I've smooched other people in public, so... why not her? Oh, wait, because she's a girl, and I'm a girl? That's ridiculous.
I'm incredibly glad to live in a place where what feels natural to me is something that's perfectly acceptable. And now that we're doing the 'getting married' thing, it's even more important.
Also, if we had more hours in the day, I'd say "OMG! We're gonna be in Boston this afternoon, and I would give my eyeteeth to meet you." ...but we're gonna be in the airport the whole time, doing a farewell to a friend who's off to Ireland for a month, and then we're driving all the way back to NoHo, so I imagine there simply wouldn't be time. But! Have fun. And get some T maps, for the people who ask. ;)
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In the case of polyamorous relationships in relation to religious custom, I don't think you've made an offensive generalization. It is true that not all Muslims practice polyamory and polygamy, even in Muslim countries like Saudi Arabia, but it is also true that a fair number of them still do in both Muslim countries and other non-Muslim countries. In the US, of course, the polygamy wouldn't be legal, but that doesn't necessarily discourage polyamory.
On a complete different note, I'm surprised about the eye-contact thing in Boston. Maybe it's just that some people observing you identified with you, but having lived in Boston for nearly my whole life (up until a few months ago), I noticed that when I made eye contact with people, they usually looked away first (deliberately), or made some sort of forbidding facial gesture, or walked faster, like they were avoiding me. Every time I mentioned it to other people, they said they had experienced it, too, so I know it's not just me. Whereas in Nashville, strangers speak to each other all the time, and making eye contact is not perceived as a threat. I guess Boston, in contrast to New York, might be slightly more socially open...the times I've been in Manhattan, I found that people's avoidance of one another was even more frequent and obvious than in Boston (the Bronx was very different from Manhattan, though). That could be just my observation, though.
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Now it's really really high on the list.
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This so funny!
It's interesting to hear how MA has changed since equal marriage. I have this whole theory about how equal marriage in New England is an expression of the persistance of Puritan culture (building on Albion's Seed), but it hasn't gelled yet.
Theory about how equal marriage in New England is expression of the persistence of Puritan culture
I would be open to discussing it further, however.
Victorian equal marriage??!?
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Sometimes, that's exactly how we gang up on our mate. :-)
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Huh. Do you think that’s a gender thing, a class thing, or a wounded vanity thing? Like, is it that you’re a woman in a suit, a woman in a good suit, or (I would guess) a person wearing a suit better than they are?
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Beats me.
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Also, "Worse than San Francisco!" totally cracks me up. Go us.
When my then-girlfriend and I were in Atlanta, some black guys came up to us on the street and asked us if we were in town for "the convention". A bit of miscommunication happened then; we were in town for Dragoncon, but they'd been obliquely referring to Atlanta Pride, which was apparently next week. Once it was established that we were all queer, the black guys relaxed from tough-guy-gangsta pose that had been worrying me a little and became totally swishy.
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Sorry. I digress. The point is, when you write of my city that i love, I feel free of this place for a moment. My country view, replete with trailors and produce stand and the mountains that hold sentinal all around fades away. I suspect I would kiss the ground to be in Manhattan again.
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a few things.
1) for some reason I could have sworn you were british. *shrugs* don't know how I missed that.
2) Your Boston account reminded of the last time I visited NYC. I'd been several times b4 but this time I traveled alone and planned out a neighborhood walking tour. One of the places I visited was the West Village. (I work with gay youth and my grad school emphasis is queer history & culture as represented in media) Anyhow, I must have been stopped at least have a dozen times by gay/lesbian tourists asking me to take a picture of them in front of various historic places. I don't know if it was b/c I was by myself that I seemed so approachable or what. I was a tourist too after all. Oh they were almost all from different countries.
3) Des Moines Iowa is a surprisingly visible place for gay and lesbian couples. Granted I lived in the "arts" district but it wasn't uncommon to see same-sex couples holding hands. And even at my fav bar which wasn't technically a gay bar but it'd been written up as the "most gay friendly straight bar" in local guides it was pretty much the norm that by the end of the evening at least one same-sex couple (usually male) was making out on one of the couches.
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I've been living in Cambridge for the past eight years - two of my roommates (lesbian couple) do say they occasionally get people smiling at them or telling them they're cute when they're affectionate in public, but I think you're right that most people don't pay much attention to gay couples because there are a lot of them.
I did walk to work carrying a plastic scythe on Halloween once and got a lot of indulgent smiles though. And random people will try to strike up a conversation when I wear my cloak. Possibly in Cambridge costuming is an alternative/queer lifestyle?
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