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FUCK YEAH CLEMENTINE FORD

Straight up.  Rapists rape.  They do it.  It is their action.  It is their violence and fucked up perspective on sex.

Praise, praise the lady for Clementine Ford and her writing.

More. 

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Nigga, you gay.

Well, here’s a thing.  Some coming out, kind of, and discussion of sexuality in the hip hop realm.  One thing’s for sure, it never was an island.  Just had some dominating censors policing a certain story and identity.  For some. There’s always diversity if you look.  And those afraid of it trying to hold it back.

 

‘Moral witnessing’ of a higher status

Giroux’s article about ‘Lil Wayne’s Lyrical Fascism’, here, makes good points.  The erosion of civil rights values, the pornification of everything to make the bottom line plumper, the casual cruelty of spectacle.  ‘Course. These things I agree with.  

I also get pretty allergic to a certain claiming of status about the ‘moral witnessing’ that civil rights era activists, and writers who remember them, engage in.  Yes.  Honouring, remember, upholding.  Yes.  But ‘higher value’ can wedge in that generational gap to become preaching.  Try living in the youth cultures that routinely trade in misogyny.  Try being a female artist.  

Yes, people of any age can (and some do) question consumerism as the basis of all things.  Yes, people of any age, gender, race, sexuality, and ability can get themselves educated about the multiple struggles that have gone before.  That continue.  

There’s also a need to look at the ways that precarity of work and disposability of people affect the ways that people think about themselves.  And justice.  And history.

Now.  I don’t want to give excuses (and I won’t, for misogynistic, racist crap).  It’s pretty likely that if I can accuse others of sounding inflated and preaching, they can accuse me of sounding resentful.  

But the system that applauds Lil Wayne didn’t come out of the abyss*.  And, of course, systems are made and sustained and changed by people.  Like those marchers, those preachers.  And MCs and those who stop applauding.

By female artists rapping back.  By male producers steering clear of the schtick.

 

*Or did it.

X-er

Well, if we are going to get all sweeping and interpretative, we may as well read about Generation X men and what that’s all about here.

Kind of makes me want to value my own ways of talking in umbrella ways.  They have their place.

‘Course, what isn’t in the umbrella?  Race?  Do indigenous X men feel like this, have they lived this?  Immigrant X Men?  Queer fellas?  What is masculinity theory doing about the whole gender/biological sex distinction?  Is it still right to talk about ‘masculinities’ as meaning men?  (Ok, this has probably been thrashed out already and my reading needs to catch up).

Look.  The generational cliches are limiting and kind of overdone, and useful.  I know I feel the resentment towards Boomers big time, and like the conversation between Y and Boomies is going on over my head.  So there is some resonance here with my lived experience.

 

The anti-judgement vow

It’s the 16th of June, 2013.

Here we go, a year-long vow.  

To ease back from judging women.  Within the particular storm of hate around Julia Gillard at the moment, living in a porn-saturated world, a confusing world: I vow.  To ease my thoughts back from judging women.  As often as I can, again and again.  For being skinny.  Liking clothes.  For their looks.  For what they do to their looks.  For what they don’t do.  Their waxing, their botox.  Their feral edges, tracksuit days.  For selfies, for their status updates.  Substance abuse, for their current partner.  For being alone.  Their work, lack of work; education, and lack of it.  Motherhood or no.  Contraception or no.  Drinking or inhaling.  Porn or Christianity.  Worldliness or naivety.  

Really.  The judgements can be so instantaneous and sly.  Hard to catch.  But they are there, subtle, sneaking around as I have been taught to do.  Snipey comments, those hips are from her grandmother.  My side of the family doesn’t have that.  I don’t think you should wear that.  Burrowing mindworms.  

So, a year, at least, of applying my own consciousness to my own.  

Let’s see.

I am Woman Mind

I wrote this as a part of a collaborative chant in the style of Maria Sabina:

I am a woman who holds her experience
I am a woman who lets the experience wash through
I am a woman who heals Universes
I am a woman who comes through pain
I am strong woman.  Whole woman.
I am woman, light, who moves with the fluids.
I have woman mind which knows the unknowable.
I can heal without knowing how.
I am woman mind which knows the unknowable.
I heal without knowing how.