Pride Report

Hi All. I hope you had a happy Pride. I had a good weekend. I spent Friday at a dance and burlesque party (Grown & Sexy Pride)
organized by my favorite queer party planners, Shannon Blowtorch,
Nadine DuBois, and Sweetpea. The party was at First Avenue instead of
Hell’s Kitchen, which gave people plenty of room to move around. I have
to say I missed Hell’s Kitchen a little bit. I’m not sure why I like
being packed into a bar like a sardine but I (mostly) enjoy it. All of
my Minnesotan counterparts were much more comfortable at First Avenue,
where they didn’t have to touch and they had a better view of the
burlesque. (It was nice to have a better view of the burlesque) If you
click on the Grown & Sexy link you can see a few photos of the action.

Sunday I saw the parade. No matter how many years go by, I still love
going to the parade. I remember when I was a gay teenager and didn’t
know a single gay adult. Other than Ellen, who explicitly came out, I
thought pretty much everyone was straight. Even people like Elton John
were straight as far as I knew (seriously). Back then it was pretty
mind-blowing to see so many gay people in one place. Even though I have
plenty of GBLTQ people in my life these days it still feels really
life-affirming to see all the people who come out to celebrate.

After looking at a slideshow of Pride Parades Around the World
on the Daily Beast and wishing it included more places in the world, I
thought I’d put up a few pictures from the Minneapolis Pride Parade. It
felt like a good turn out year for the parade. Minnesotans United for
All Families was out in force telling people to Vote No, and things felt
a little more political in general this year. I think people are
energized to kick this amendment’s ass.

It was pretty awesome to see the huge turn out of volunteers from Minnesotans United.

Sisters of Perpetual indulgence catch a ride in a Pedi-Cab

These Zebra Bikes represent at all kinds of events around the Twin Cities and I’m always happy to see them.

Go Flamingos!

Target seemed to be back in people’s good graces this year after their fundraising efforts for GLBTQ families.

Last
but not least, a guy walking by himself wearing boots and some
underwear. One complaint about Minnesota Pride is that it is almost
obsessed with being family friendly, so Man-In-Underwear, cheers to you
for being almost naked! I hope you didn’t get a sunburn.

Why I’m Ambivalent About Gay Marriage

Friday, June 24 was a big day.  Moments after gay marriage
was legalized in my home state, I received texts from queer and straight
friends from all over the country.  My News Feed was dominated
with happiness about the late night legislation.

“Now let’s all just take a cue from New York, shall we?”

“New York: concrete jungle where dreams are made of. I’m proud of you”

“It’s always a beautiful night to be a New Yorker. Tonight is no exception. Proud.”

And while I, like my peers on the internet and congregating at the
Stonewall Inn, was pleased about this civil rights accomplishment, I
was…ambivalent.  Marriage equality is a big step and I am glad it’s
legal in my state. But…

At first, I figured my reaction was a remnant of my teenage
contrarian ways.  But I’m a queer woman who majored in Women’s,
Gender, and Sexuality Studies in college and I knew that there was more.

Did the original crusaders at Stonewall fight for this moment? 
For the moment where same sex couples could enter the same institutions
as straight couples?  I don’t know.

Why I Think Marriage Equality is a Good Thing: Equal rights!  Duh!

Why I Think Marriage Equality Could Be a Dangerous Thing:

Legalized marriage expands who has access to marriage but limits the types of relationships accepted in dominant society.

With LGBT people celebrating at NYC Pride two days after the legislation passed, I wondered: is marriage now even open to everyone?  Where do queer people and queer relationships of all kinds fit?

Will employers known for their incredible domestic partner benefits
(Columbia University, for example, pays college tuition for the children
of employees’ domestic partners at any school), then only make those
available for married couples?

Will marriage continue to be the only way to receive certain financial and health benefits?  

Maybe, since I’m younger, marriage doesn’t have the same resonance
for me.  After all, I’m still on my parents’ health care plan.

But maybe the conversation shouldn’t end on night-of
celebrations.  Maybe we should continue to question what
relationships mean and who is (still) left out by the language and
institution of marriage.  And while some people may seek a
conventional marriage, others may not.

Maybe my feelings will change when I attend a wedding, or if I seek
one myself.  But for now, I’m comfortable with this ambivalence.

why i am walking in the slutwalk: betty and veronica would have wanted it this way

my last post
sparked a bit of discussion on the facebooks, (which i love, by the
way), and even though i felt like i addressed concerns people brought up
in various wall discussions sufficiently, i thought it might be best if
i just address some of them here, and explain more thoroughly why i
myself am super fucking excited about the mpls slutwalk. so here goes.

i grew up in a cool family of comic nerds.  while all three of
us enjoyed comics, my brother and i both shared a deep love of archie
comics.  shit is ridiculous, but we enjoyed the zany, implausible
adventures of archie and the gang.  it was some great escapism. i
am not going to say that there isn’t sexist material in archies, there
is, especially ones from the 1940s and 1950s, but allow me to point out
something very special about the world of riverdale.

the popularity of archie comics coincided with, and probably
reinforced, the rise of the american teenager as an identity category,
which was mostly based around their growing importance as a consumer
group.  so not surprisingly, there is a shit ton of shopping that
happens in archie comics, particularly with uber-wealthy veronica lodge
and her all-american bff/frenemy betty  cooper.  i loved betty
and veronica, especially betty, because unlike veronica, she was a
decent person and she’s an underdog (relatively speaking at least). i
even read the advice column that “they” wrote for those who would now be
called tweens,  yet another identity category formed around an age
group with a heartbeat and a disposable income.

betty and veronica were both extremely fashionable, and, above all
else, their style instilled in me an undying penchant for
miniskirts.  in middle school, i would buy them at express, back
when that store was just for the ladies and all the fellows had to go to
structure. after they made it home with me, i would never wear them,
except for in my room dancing with myself.

when i’ve  talked before
about wrestling with mainstream concepts of femininity during
adolescence, i did not mention that a fear of slut shaming was one of
the reasons why i attempted to make a fashion statement of men’s
polyester pants.  after all, what slut wears men’s polyester
pants?  me, it turns out.  as i said, they were also
surprisingly comfortable.  whatever my love of miniskirts, it was
not to be as a legitimate wardrobe choice for me until very recently.

if i had ever tried to wear miniskirts to middle or high school, i am
sure it would have gone badly.  i was a bit of a liberal outsider,
and still had some big time teenage awkwardness going on, so it really
wasn’t worth the risk to me at the time.  i can’t say for sure that
i would have been called a slut, seeing as i never took that risk, but
let’s just say that, based on the general lack of compassion and
intelligence i found in the student population, i had a feeling it would
just kind of be like that.

riverdale
is a fantasy world where girls don’t get called sluts, they don’t get
raped, and, for some reason, they think a goofy redhead with a brokeass
jalopy is super dreamy.  they get to be happy, life-embracing
girls, wear miniskirts if they want to, and rotate between spending time
with archie, reggie, and other guys who usually don’t make it to
another issue.

i truly believe that if i could step into riverdale and tell betty
and veronica about our real world, where girls get called sluts, they
get raped, and then get blamed for it because they were wearing a
miniskirt or are dating more than one guy, that they would be outraged
and would step out of riverdale and into minneapolis with me to walk in
the slutwalk. how could anyone, cartoon or not, deny the blood boiling
injustice there?

as a lady who wants to look good for herself, i personally am tired
of having this fear as a backdrop in my day to day life.  i want to
walk around minneapolis looking however i want, just like it was
riverdale, and never have to fear that my sweet outfit is going to be
used as someone’s justification for sexually assaulting me.

in my discussions with people online, and in a number of blogs i’ve
seen out there, it seems there are many people who, in spite of being
supportive of the concepts behind slutwalk and what it is trying to
accomplish, are not down with the name slutwalk.  while i am
certainly not going to tell anyone that they aren’t entitled to feel
that way, i would say to them that until we address “slut,” and other
words that are used by victim blamers, like “hussy,” “tramp,” “floozy,”
“harlot,” “trollop,” or “strumpet,” (some of these are a little dated,
but still), we are not going to make serious progress in changing rape
culture or people’s consciousness.

the very fact that people are so uncomfortable with having slut in
the title of the event is proof positive to me that we need to come
together and address the fear that we have of this word and really talk
it out.  ignoring the word is not going to strip it of the power
that it has in our society.

i have also noticed that there are a number of people who object to
the event because they don’t identify as a slut, so they feel like the
walk isn’t for them.  i say to them even if you never, ever want to
identify as a slut, wouldn’t you still want to live in a world where it
doesn’t have the power to cut people down and rationalize the sexual
assault they survived? and, just sayin’, not identifying as a slut will
not protect you from being raped.  that’s the old lie the toronto
police force was pushing, which is why this super important, awesome
movement got started to begin with.  straw, camel’s back, broken.

tiptoeing around slut is not going to result in substantial progress
for our collective human rights to safety and peace of mind.  
words are powerful, and their reappropriation does not happen
overnight.  it takes time.  just think about how long it took
to make strides in reappropriating queer. but the momentum that this,
now worldwide, movement has is going to have a big impact in getting
this long overdue discussion started for real.

i know that people who are not involved in the sex
positive/glbtqietc./queer/feminist communities might not feel like this
is an event that they would fit into, but i truly believe that the more
people that this event has, and the more diverse the group is, the
better the progress will be.  attending the event does not mean
that you have to identify as a slut.  you can spend your time
talking to other people about why the word makes you hurt, confused,
upset, angry, whatever.  come and let it out. get pissed with other
people who are fed up with a culture that encourages sexual violence.
get happy knowing there are other awesome people who have the social
awareness and drive to make this world safer and better for all of
us.  get dressed up however makes you feel comfortable and let’s
all dance together.  just come.  betty and veronica would want
you to.

 

 

 

 

the business of pride

the last couple of weeks i have been thinking a lot about pride,
and about the role that businesses both large and small have in
coordinating and choreographing pride.  it started when a couple of
weeks ago queerty posted an interview with daniel duty, longtime employee and member of target’s lgbt business council.

as someone who, especially in light of the wisconsin-walker-shitfest,
is thankful every single day that mark dayton pulled off a win and
emmer is NOT our governor, target’s donation to emmer is still a bitter
pill to swallow.  does that mean that i have successfully stopped
shopping at target completely? unfortunately not, although i try to
avoid it if at all possible. duty’s explanation of the lgbt response
within target did not really do much to restore any warm and fuzzy
feelings i may have once had with target either.

then, last week, lady gaga was able to use her clout to broker a deal with target, giving them exclusive rights to her new album “born this way” in exchange for their contributing amply to lgbt rights groups:

part of my deal with target is that they have to start
affiliating themselves with lgbt charity groups and begin to reform and
make amends for the mistakes they’ve made in the past,  she told
billboard.  our relationship is hinged upon their reform in the
company to support the gay community and to redeem the mistakes they’ve
made supporting those groups.

based on the reactions that i’ve seen around facebook and twitter,
this partnership is not necessarily going to go super far in restoring
target’s image either, in part perhaps because it seems like an easy way
for gaga to make a lot of money and try to look like a hero, and for
target to win their way backs into the hearts of the people before pride
this june.

so as i said, all of this got me thinking about my own experiences
with pride, and how the role of businesses influenced those
experiences.  i myself have worked three prides, for two different
small businesses.

i’ll never forget my first pride in the summer of 2004.  i was
18, and recently graduated from high school.  in a high school that
was over 99% white, including faculty, and where almost everyone was
upwardly mobile, maybe it’s not that surprising that no one was
out.  i was mercilessly teased over the years for being a
vegetarian, and a liberal in general.  in our 2000 mock election,
bush won by a landslide.  it wasn’t great.

i had been aware of my sexual attraction to women for about 5 or 6
years at that point, but since i was fairly sure i didn’t want to have a
long term relationship with a woman, i was hesitant to come out as
bi.  also because i didn’t, and still don’t, really care for
identifying as bi.  heteroflexible hadn’t been coined yet, and my
queer consciousness was not yet fully formed.  nonetheless, i
reveled in the feeling of openness and acceptance that i felt walking
around loring park that day.  i was thrilled at the number of free
condoms i was able to acquire, making grand plans for bringing them with
me to umd the next fall.  i also signed a bunch of petitions, ate
some fried foods, and picked up free swag the likes of pens, frisbees,
and fans.  it was like the state fair only much, much cooler.

two years later i got to be in the parade, as i was working for a
certain local segway historical tour that thought the parade would be a
good marketing opportunity.  i had mixed feelings about riding
around on a segway so publicly, but that was something i had been in the
process of getting over since i started the job, so it was more of a
continuation of my job habituation than anything else.   aside
from the very long wait in the parking lot across from the library,
practicing arabesques and pirouettes on my segway waiting for the parade
to start, i remember having a pretty good time.  i love making
people laugh, and segways definitely inspire laughter. i also saw a
number of people i knew along the parade route, including someone from
my high school who i had been fairly good friends with.  still, as
we rode through crowds in the shadow of mpls skyscrapers i couldn’t
escape the thoughts of “what are we doing here exactly, outside of
handing out flyers?”

then in 2008 and 2009 i worked pride again, at the booth of a certain
local feminist sex toy store i was employed by.  strap-ons are
definitely more fitting of pride (pun intended) than segways in my
opinion, so i didn’t have the same sort of cognitive dissonance.
however, i was too busy selling vibrators and floggers to get to enjoy
much of the festival.

last year i was in korea during pride, so i’m rather looking forward
to this year’s since it will have been a long two years.   i
think it’s fun to fantasize about a pride that is everything that you
would want it to be. in mine, the sight of bud light everywhere would be
replaced by surly, or some other local beer of equal caliber.  but
i’m guessing since bud light, like target, has money to spare, i will
be seeing both of them everywhere.  and i will probably hear “born
this way” more times than i can count.  but i want to leave some
room to be surprised, and believe in the idea that pride doesn’t have to
be predictable just because of business as usual.

 

gasp! gender anarchy sex positivity opening reception

i love acronyms. and i really love onomatopoeia.  but
something that i really, really, really love is the exploration of
gender diversity and sex positivity through art, community organizing,
and awesomeness.  this coming thursday i will get to celebrate my
love of all of these things.

gasp! (gender anarchy sex positivity) is
a multi-disciplinary event with the purpose of exploring
non-conforming gender roles and sex positive education through art and
community organizing. the show will examine the ways these subjects
intersect through the mediums of visual art, performance and
educational workshops.

while the event will consist of a month long (feb 3rd-march 6th)
visual art exhibition at intermedia arts, the opening reception is this
thursday from 5 – 10 pm.  it is free, open to the public, and
forecast to have no snow and favorable temperatures so you should
totally go! there’s even going to be refreshments.  i will be there
after i get done with my day job.  judging from facebook it looks
like there’s already going to be a good turn out, but when it comes to
any discussion/celebration of sex, gender, and community, i believe the
more the merrier.  i hope to see lots of people there!

don’t miss the dirty queer show!

for anyone who doesn’t know me, i have a very difficult time
staying out late, which has only gotten worse as i’ve gotten
older.  i’ve been known to fall asleep on couches in the middle of
parties, a bar in florence, or pretty much anywhere i happen to be
located when the sleepies take over.  this is not helped by winter,
when my fatigue is compounded by blizzards, short days, and frigid
temperatures.  so in winter months i tend to stay home, where
falling asleep on my own couch watching just about anything on netflix
instant viewing is de riguer.

however i am totally game to ditch my u of mn sweatpants and stay up fucking late (for me) on february 5th.  the dirty queer show is having their next extravaganza at hell’s kitchen, and i am super excited for what is involved:

9 pm: art opening

10 pm: cabaret hosted by gogopimp tif

12 pm: dance party with dj blowtorch

not only does this sound like a great time, but the dirty queer show is benefiting the trans youth support network and fierce! nyc.  at the silent auction i will probably bid on whatever prize hell’s kitchen donates, i fucking love their breakfast menu.

so if you can, go to the dirty queer show.  and if you see me
dozing off in a corner somewhere, pass me a four loko and tell me to
dance it out.