Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
As some of you know I'm getting ready to head back into the wide, wide, world again, this time to Thailand. It'll be my second trip there, and while it is a very gay friendly place, it's a very strange place for a gurl like me, who, in my mother's words for me since birth, "is the most agressively feminine creature she ever came across". Basically, I, like many of you, don't fit the nice butch/femme kinds of labels, being not quite femme, and not butch either.
Well. It was a big lezzie culture shock for me. Big. There, you see, everyone is "this" or "that". You're either a "tom", their term for something past butch and closer to transgendered, or a "dee", their term for something like a 1950's pin up girl.
Just read for yourselves...
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I want more out of life, gurls. More living, more enthusiasm, more action. It was really beautiful to see another woman, older and definitely wiser, who's gotten to have just that through her work and writings.
Check her out :)
Saturday, November 28, 2009
its a must-see site, imho.
In relation to the most recent post, here's an article on music videos. Gay moments in music videos, to be specific.
And also, some of us were talking about 'gay' clothing. This is an article on movies and style - how one's sense of style is influenced by the characters you see.
I loved this post from La Chola. Not the least because it brought back memories of sitting in high school Geography, watching Aerosmith's Crying and obtaining a giant girl crush on Alicia Silverstone.
Alicia in Aerosmith's Cryin'
So a LOT of friends had a real hard time reconciling the fact that I really dug the epitome of sexist nastiness: Hard rock/heavy metal bands. I mean, what could possibly get more misogynistic than “She’s my Cherry Pie” or “Girls Girls Girls”?
[...] the only place I could ever see women expressing sexuality at all was in the videos I was not supposed to be watching–the only place where even *imagining* making love to a woman was possible was at concerts where women “explored” their sexuality by showing their tits (because that’s what rock girls did.) more
I started thinking about all those spaces in the world that are not meant to empower women, but do so anyway. In high school, I never went around calling myself a feminist. I don't think I even spent a whole lot of time pondering gender at all. That came much later, and it caught fire like wild brush. But in high school, I was too busy finding space for my brown self in all that aggressive white. I was too busy answering questions like, "Why do women in your country get sold when they are married?" (They don't) or "Should I call you Native American?" (I am not Native American). "Isn't Indian offensive?" (Not when you are an actual Indian.)
And then this struck my heart.
Do I really care about “the movement” or do I care about the lonely and depressed queer girls out in the middle of Religious Town U.S.A? Lonely and depressed queer girls, forget the above paragraphs and pay special attention to the paragraph below. There are alternatives out there. There are spaces where your presence is not only honored but desperately needed.
Do I care about "the movement"? These past two years, I have tripped over "the movement" and gotten trampled on by its need, its voracious self-destruction. I find myself listening to those "lonely and depressed queer girls in the middle of..", wide-eyed, my palms tingling painfully. How did I get here? Being part of their stories, their lives, their movement. It's easy to want out. I have no answers to give. I only have questions. I have meaningless suppositions that make little difference to anyone's lived realities. When I do wrong, I wreck the world. When I do good, I move a pebble out of the way.
Something in my heart clenches every time I find these connections in the most random, most unexpected places. Despite all the many differences, there are threads that bind that we cannot see. It is gratifying to know.
Friday, November 27, 2009
I've always said, it's the way women smell that makes me love them. Here's physiological proof!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Words, be it spoken or written, have the power to transform our world and the world of those who come in contact with it. Words are the most powerful weapon that we have. Some of us take pride in the fact that we know many languages. But, language is at its best only when used to inspire others to find the best in themselves.
All positive emotions like love, laughter, heroism, friendship, and every emotion we feel as human beings can be inspired by words. Negative emotions like fear, anger, and hatred can also be invoked by words.
One verse in the bible that has inspired me a lot is John 1.1, "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."
Actually what the apostle (John) meant to say was that all the verses in the Bible are from God and it should be obeyed without question. For a rationalist like me, the verse shows the power of words.
We all know that more blood has been shed in the name of religion than for any other cause. What provoked the bloodshed? The words in the religious books whose meaning was transferred wrongly or the words of the author taken as from God and believed and followed blindly.
So dear friends we have the most powerful weapon with us let us go forth and conquer the world.
Here is the link to my favourite song, Words from Boyzone
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
What's followed is alot of fun, and lots of silliness. It's a very new group, and we are still small. But, we're growing.
And We're Here. And Queer.
You can write us for more information about our meeting times, and how to get in touch with us, should you be in the neighborhood. We are creating a safe haven of support and love for our Queer Sisterhood and we welcome any and all that would like to be a part of that nest.
Love and Light,
Gurl in the World