rm ([personal profile] rm) wrote2010-06-17 01:03 pm

one inch

I was going to chuck this into sundries, but then some of you might miss it, and it needs to be talked about.

Over at Cornell we have a case of gender and body policing, unnecessary surgery, and stimulating 6-year-old girls with vibrators in the name of dodgy science.

Really helps to confirm my suspicion that the only good girl is one who knows how to disappear, doesn't it? And if she can't figure out the skill of it, don't worry, someone will hold her down and do it for her.

I won't ask you what this fear of big clits is, since we can all figure it out, but did you know that women with larger clitorises are also more likely to identify as gay?

Yup, that's right, one of the many HORRIFYING implications here is all about trying to erase queerness, erase the existence of people like me (and let's note the particularities of this particular act of hate, since there is also a correlation between larger penises and men being gay, but no one is cutting into these suspect little boys).

Things that will never make any queer woman less queer: hair removal, makeup, self-hatred, dresses, boyfriends, surgery, "therapy." My mother used to buy me electric razors, over and over.

All of this speaks with terrible eloquence to the suspicion I often harbour that the most inherently queer thing about me is my unwillingness to disappear.

If you don't get how all of this connects, you should probably go read Valerie's Letter again and again and again until you do.

An inch.

One inch.

Get it?

[identity profile] verasteine.livejournal.com 2010-06-18 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
Doctors and parents can be... it's difficult.Let me tell you a story. My parents were both highly educated individuals. When I was five, it became apparent that I had a medical condition which the medical community advised warranted surgery. It was a potentially fatal condition, but it could also go away over time, because I was still growing and the body could just resolve it on its own. Until and including discovery of this, I had never had any problems with it.

It took my parents a long time to make the decision to go for surgery. The surgery went without a hitch and I was fine, but the medical rigmarole around it was severely problematic, and to top it off, the surgeons asked if, while they were doing the whole surgery anyway, my parents maybe wanted my "outie" belly button corrected straightaway? They said no.

They were both well educated. I can't imagine a family going through that, with all its associated pressures and I-know-more-than-you vibes, who didn't have the same educational background. So I wasn't surprised that there are parents out there who were genuinely led to believe this was the best thing for their child.