tired just standing here
Feb. 28th, 2007 12:05 amI had an unpleasant LJ communication yesterday that largely revolved around both myself and the other party not taking the time to make ourselves more than even passingly clear. And it's stuck with me since, not because of whatever unfairness I contributed to the drama, but because it really got under my skin that the conversation was even happening. Not the fucked up part, just I'm sick of hearing about it.
And what, pray tell, is it I'm sick of hearing about? Gay issues. And let's be clear, it's not that I want them to go away, and it's not that I don't appreciate that the current state of GLBT acceptance is better than I thought I'd see in my lifetime when I was 18. Rather, I am exhausted. Not by being an activist, and not by being politically aware. These are necessary things.
What I'm exhausted by is living in a world with so much noise about whether I'm human or not, diseased or not, evil or not, acceptable or not, hot or not, relevant or not, fit to be a parent or not, capable of having a family or not, etc., etc., etc., ad infinitum. And that noise is there every time I turn on the television, every time I visit the websites I work as a paid writer for, every time I want to check news on the web.
I am not, for the record, an insecure person about my nature. I never worried what it meant that I liked girls as well as boys. I've always had a certain naivete about it, even though I've had bottles thrown at me for who I've held hands with, sat in the emergency room with friends who were bashed in DC, had peers threaten to rape me to show me what I needed. I've never thought I was ill or broken or shameful for who and what fascinated me. My neuroses, like anyone's, are certainly legion, but they lie elsewhere.
I don't know if all queer people feel this way; I'm not trying to speak for them. I'm also not trying to say the bullshit I deal with is worse or more interesting than the bullshit people deal with for being anything other than white and able-bodied in this country either -- those situations have their own narratives. All I know is mine.
And mine is that you're goddamn right I'm defensive. Because I'm tired. And like walking home at 3 a.m. when my day has been too goddamn long and all I want is to go to sleep, the exhaustion this constant debate about my existence, as if it is hypothetical or a piece of furniture, provokes in me requires a certain vigilance. Without it, I run the risk of shrugging my shoulders and not bothering to say anything when my goodness, decency, patriotism, talent, relevance, desireability, compassion, humanity, sense of humour, intelligence, morality, ethics, and whatever else you want to list here is challenged because my heart isn't the exact same shape as someone else's.
News flash: they're like finger prints.
I am exhausted. I can't remember the last time I turned on a TV and didn't hear a debate or news story that came down to the simple matter of my, and a whole hell of a lot of other people's, worth on this sphere.
I have lots of queer friends who can laugh this stuff off. Oh, isn't it silly and sad that people think this way. More power to them; it's not one I possess.
I know a lot of you don't have to imagine where I'm coming from, whether because you're queer or because of other bullshit you have to deal with. But I sure the hell would appreciate it if people who didn't know what this was like took a second to try to imagine it. It's a really unbelieveably annoying way to have to live. I'm so grateful that my safety is so much less compromised for being queer today than it was ten years ago, but seriously, that there is even a debate about any of this shit is so insulting to me and so reinforces the degree to which equality just ain't there right now. If I have to hang around waiting to be told I'm equal, listening to people argue about whether I'm equal, it doesn't mean shit regardless of what I know to be true about myself. Because the world isn't listening to me, or even believing in me as a real, live, actual human being with anything to say about it.
So I can do the work all damn day long, but sometimes it's worth noting that I'm tired. Just standing here.
And what, pray tell, is it I'm sick of hearing about? Gay issues. And let's be clear, it's not that I want them to go away, and it's not that I don't appreciate that the current state of GLBT acceptance is better than I thought I'd see in my lifetime when I was 18. Rather, I am exhausted. Not by being an activist, and not by being politically aware. These are necessary things.
What I'm exhausted by is living in a world with so much noise about whether I'm human or not, diseased or not, evil or not, acceptable or not, hot or not, relevant or not, fit to be a parent or not, capable of having a family or not, etc., etc., etc., ad infinitum. And that noise is there every time I turn on the television, every time I visit the websites I work as a paid writer for, every time I want to check news on the web.
I am not, for the record, an insecure person about my nature. I never worried what it meant that I liked girls as well as boys. I've always had a certain naivete about it, even though I've had bottles thrown at me for who I've held hands with, sat in the emergency room with friends who were bashed in DC, had peers threaten to rape me to show me what I needed. I've never thought I was ill or broken or shameful for who and what fascinated me. My neuroses, like anyone's, are certainly legion, but they lie elsewhere.
I don't know if all queer people feel this way; I'm not trying to speak for them. I'm also not trying to say the bullshit I deal with is worse or more interesting than the bullshit people deal with for being anything other than white and able-bodied in this country either -- those situations have their own narratives. All I know is mine.
And mine is that you're goddamn right I'm defensive. Because I'm tired. And like walking home at 3 a.m. when my day has been too goddamn long and all I want is to go to sleep, the exhaustion this constant debate about my existence, as if it is hypothetical or a piece of furniture, provokes in me requires a certain vigilance. Without it, I run the risk of shrugging my shoulders and not bothering to say anything when my goodness, decency, patriotism, talent, relevance, desireability, compassion, humanity, sense of humour, intelligence, morality, ethics, and whatever else you want to list here is challenged because my heart isn't the exact same shape as someone else's.
News flash: they're like finger prints.
I am exhausted. I can't remember the last time I turned on a TV and didn't hear a debate or news story that came down to the simple matter of my, and a whole hell of a lot of other people's, worth on this sphere.
I have lots of queer friends who can laugh this stuff off. Oh, isn't it silly and sad that people think this way. More power to them; it's not one I possess.
I know a lot of you don't have to imagine where I'm coming from, whether because you're queer or because of other bullshit you have to deal with. But I sure the hell would appreciate it if people who didn't know what this was like took a second to try to imagine it. It's a really unbelieveably annoying way to have to live. I'm so grateful that my safety is so much less compromised for being queer today than it was ten years ago, but seriously, that there is even a debate about any of this shit is so insulting to me and so reinforces the degree to which equality just ain't there right now. If I have to hang around waiting to be told I'm equal, listening to people argue about whether I'm equal, it doesn't mean shit regardless of what I know to be true about myself. Because the world isn't listening to me, or even believing in me as a real, live, actual human being with anything to say about it.
So I can do the work all damn day long, but sometimes it's worth noting that I'm tired. Just standing here.
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Date: 2007-02-28 05:17 am (UTC)Adrian
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Date: 2007-02-28 05:37 am (UTC)an absolutely fascinating post quite a while ago about very similar feelings, and it struck me as something you might find helpful to read. Blessings to you.
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Date: 2007-02-28 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-28 05:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-28 03:24 pm (UTC)http://emrc.dioceseny.org/home.shtml
Look at all their programs. My mother is part of the social concerns committee, here's another link: http://www.dioceseny.org/index.cfm
look at programs and ministries. These are really great people, I've met them. I'm very much an agnostic, but it's great to see religion with a brain (now if only it would spread!). They made enamel pins with the shield symbol on it, with a rainbow over the top and the words: STOP HATE printed on the bottom. I wear it on my bag proudly :)
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Date: 2007-02-28 05:41 am (UTC)[*] Which is why despite whatever mediating opportunities I see regarding comments on my own journal, I am restraining myself from having much to do with it, because I've got too much going on in my immediate vicinity already.
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Date: 2007-02-28 05:54 am (UTC)And it's not just queer issues either, although that one's pretty high up on the list. Being female, being disabled, being not Christian, being poor, being not entirely white, being a freak - I'm tired of having to justify my and others' basic human rights, up to and including being allowed to *stay alive* in this world, to a bunch of idiots who ought to know better.
I am grateful that I live in a world which, for the most parts, consists of idiots who ought to know better instead of idiots who have no reason whatsoever to doubt that I should be pounded into the mud and left to die. Yes, that's very nice, and big thanks to all those who helped make it possible.
Really, we should be done with this shit by now though. It's the goddamned twenty-first century; grow up.
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Date: 2007-02-28 05:57 am (UTC)Oh yeah, and the cane fighting stuff? Would _totally_ work from a chair.
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Date: 2007-02-28 06:09 am (UTC)Awesome. I'll keep an eye out for cane-fighting stuff locally.
As another gimp chick said recently, "I'm not able to of course, but I'm counter-jumping in my mind."
Mostly I think I'm too tired to kill people, and sometimes I'm just too damn gobsmacked to react before they get out of reach or my cane. But tired helps.
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Date: 2007-02-28 06:00 am (UTC)Gods yes. For me, the fact that what other consenting adults do with each other causes no end of shouting, hand-wringing, and panic for no shortage of media figures and ordinary people has gone beyond horrifying and is now simply both baffling and utterly and completely pathetic.
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Date: 2007-02-28 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-28 03:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-28 06:14 am (UTC)*sigh*
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Date: 2007-02-28 06:27 am (UTC)I grew up there, and I know it's changed from the '70s and '80s, but the Bay Area is really different and this kind of crap just isn't the same dealio out here. Even though I get frustrated by a lot of the things by, and the people living in, the Bay Area, this kind of problem is something I feel we don't have the same problems with. I know you don't want to leave, but you may have to chalk it up to something you'll deal with if you stay.
I say it all the time, but we were better off without mass media.
Isn't Harry Potter and all the movies you go to part of the mass mass media? If anything, I see you as someone very deeply invested in the mass media. You aren't telling us about the out-of-print books you had to get on abebooks, or the small press books you're into, and you usually don't need to hunt down films from speciality DVD companies.
Please,
I know this sounds like criticism, but you're one of the smartest, most articulate people on my friends list, and I am puzzled why you seem so invested in what I see as the mass media. And I can't understand why you haven't rejected it in favor of weirder, less well known, and - forgive me - what I think of as more intelligent, challenging fare.
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Date: 2007-02-28 07:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-28 08:00 am (UTC)On the other, Oh Yeah re: Episcopal/Anglican trainwreck. There have been tears shed in my house many a time over communal frustration with teh idiocy.
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Date: 2007-02-28 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-28 12:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-28 01:18 pm (UTC)I got a nice email from our bishop, which was encouraging (it wasn't to me, personally), and my freaky little church is doing its best...
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Date: 2007-02-28 05:29 pm (UTC)We pray every week for a peaceful resolution of this dramarama in the church, but it's so hard to argue with people who don't grasp the basic principles (love your neighbor... even if he is omgz teh gayz!).
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Date: 2007-02-28 05:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-28 08:39 am (UTC)If I might have your permission to, I'd like to print out the text of your statement and show it to her. Not that I magically think any lives will be changed, but just maybe for once she'll understand what it's like for one of "them" who has to live this way.
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Date: 2007-02-28 03:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-28 09:16 am (UTC)(erm and not my husband ;) )
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Date: 2007-02-28 12:46 pm (UTC)and it needs to be said sometimes.
I would love to live in a small town, but I like being out and feeling safe more than I want to live in a small town, and that makes me incredibly sad.
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Date: 2007-02-28 02:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-28 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-28 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-28 07:29 pm (UTC)Somewhat, but not completely opposite to your experience, I have never experienced any typical negative words or experience from others (aside from lesbians). Why? I believe, pathetically, that it had/has to do with (my) looks. People either, I suspect, never took me seriously, or (especially from men) I was this instant fantasy. It never registered that my attraction was deeper than their typical fantasy, that it holds weight and I scrutinize, love and hurt, no matter the sex of my partner. So, this was just as shitty of an insult. I have always been open when asked, and if ‘spotted’, never flinched. I have never flaunted, have never worn an actual badge. I can’t say that I can completely related to your anger and feelings, but the shit can come from anywhere.
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Date: 2007-02-28 09:45 pm (UTC)I get sometimes get tired and cranky from being in the minority in my own community and with some of my own friends, but that's a choice I made to hang out with these people and to call it my community. It's a milder sort of thing, of course.
For others, they don't make a choice, that's just what they get 'cuz of who they are and yeah, it really sucks.
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Date: 2007-02-28 11:05 pm (UTC)It's a start - but how long does it take?!