What’s at Stake?

June 17, 2010

I’ve written before about the euphemizing (euphemization? Neither of these appear to be actual words) of queer relationships–how it marginalizes us, how it feels when straight friends or family do it to us. But lately I’ve been thinking about the dynamics at play when we euphemize ourselves versus when others euphemize us.

What’s at play when I refer to my girlfriend as merely my friend?

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Heroic Neighbor Praised, Gay

May 12, 2009

Today I’ve been thinking a lot about one of my favorite Onion articles of all time, from way back in 1996: Area Homosexual Saves Four From Fire.

I’ve been thinking about this fantastically tongue-in-cheek headline because of another headline that’s not kidding at all, not even in the slightest: Texting Trolley Driver Is Transgendered Male.

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Is It Worth the Fight?

April 11, 2009

Let me start this out with a disclaimer: I don’t watch local news. Like, ever. My parents watched it somewhat regularly when I was growing up, and I’ve often found shows like 60 Minutes interesting, but I’ve never been a news-watcher. I also don’t regularly read any newspapers or news publications. I very selectively read the Times and the Boston Globe online, mostly for technology and education stories, and I occasionally read an article or two from Time or Newsweek when they come in at work, but they’re not really on my radar most of the time.

I get the vast majority of my news from blogs I frequent and, perhaps most importantly, from Twitter. (And I now try to share alike–anything that I read that strikes me as interesting or important gets tweeted.)

So it was sort of like major culture shock to look at the recent local news coverage of various proposed non-discrimination legislation.

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Bathroom FAIL

April 1, 2009

There are so many problems with this comment thread I hardly know where to begin. Read the rest of this entry »

Small Steps

February 27, 2009

Two days ago, Sig Fig tweeted that she’d found the t-word in yet another site she frequents–namely, this one. I’ve never read Mighty Girl, but I thought I would hop over and see what was happening. I was a little surprised to see that Sig Fig had already commented (since we’ve talked before about how she’s too self-conscious to comment generally; she’s started several comments here and erased them, so we usually end up just talking about posts in person), and I thought I’d back her up.

Imagine my surprise when, rather than being defensive and sticking to her guns, Mighty Girl apologized and changed the language in the post.

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Another Mess

February 17, 2009

I love me some Achewood. I mean, I love this comic. I even have four panels blown up and hanging in my living room, thanks to Sig Fig being the most amazing woman ever.

So you can imagine my dismay when I discovered this strip this morning.

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Hot _____ Mess

January 31, 2009

I’ve noticed a really infuriating trend lately. I’m used to journalists, conservative bigots, and Hollywood using dehumanizing slurs to refer to trans folks on a pretty regular basis. But somehow it hurts more coming from other queer folks.

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You Know How I Know You’re Gay?

January 18, 2009

When was the last time you saw something overtly racist in a mainstream movie?

Okay. There’s probably a lot of institutional racism in American cinema. I’ll go ahead and admit that I probably don’t even notice a lot of it, what with my white privilege and all. If I were taking notes, I might notice how often the people in power are white, or how class plays out on the screen–I’ll go ahead and confess that I haven’t been paying that much attention.

But really–when was the last time you heard an off-color joke (pardon the pun) with racial content in a movie?

Now ask yourself the last time you watched a homophobic joke play out on the silver screen.

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Dear Sir or Madame:

January 11, 2009

I’m pretty used to people misreading my gender. I now have stock answers for each time a grocery clerk, flight attendant, or random woman in a public bathroom calls me by the wrong pronoun. (My response, although it depends somewhat on my mood, usually amounts to, “Yeah, I get that a lot, but I’m actually a woman.) If I’m feeling expansive, sometimes I try to point out to people that the characteristics they were using to gender me–height, a baseball cap–aren’t exclusively the domain of masculinity.

But when I go to a queer event, I’d really just like to be read as a lesbian.

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