Showing posts with label health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label health. Show all posts

Saturday, March 31, 2012

LazyMaisy recipes for the time-poor and bone-idle... THIS WEEK: Academics & authors get fresh air AND a shower!

Whilst the pleasure of cooking (for some people) would be severely reduced by the suggestions herein, I am certain that doing other things with your life, like having a nice lie down, will greatly outweigh the supposed benefits of chopping a million ingredients and stirring a bubbling broth like a maddened weyward sister.

My tactics are to ensure those of us who prefer to be sat on the sofa rather than stood over the stove can maximise opportunities for sloth, whilst still having something tasty, filling and healthy to eat.

Recipe 1: Reis gyda thomatos a selsig wedi'u pobi (Yeah, I used Welsh to be fancy... GoogleTranslate is your friend)

In the United States, Italian sausage is a sty...1. Put rice and water into your superefficient rice cooker; switch on.

2. Grill sausages on medium (150f) whilst rice is steaming.

3. Dust an oven dish with black pepper, mixed Italian herbs, sea salt, chilli flakes and a crushed chicken stock cube.


[12-15mins: You now have time for a wee nap, a few YouTube videos or even a walk about the garden if you're anxious about your fresh air intake: ACADEMICS AND AUTHORS TAKE NOTE, CHOOSE OPTION 3!]


4. Cut up sausages, scatter in oven dish, cover with cooked rice, pour on can of chopped tomatoes, rinse can out with water by pouring the rinsing water over the dish.


5. Put dish in oven, 200f; cook until tomatoes are hot.

[12-15mins: Regular human beings can call family/friends knowing that an audible alarm will sound at just the time you want to end the conversation, giving a great excuse for leaving mid-sentence. Those who work with words for a living now have time for your fortnightly shower: your friends/family will forgive the radio silence; they will be glad of your increased hygiene levels when you finally emerge from your office-cave and visit them.]
Sea Salt

6. Scoop out and eat. Blow first, those forkfuls will be scalding.

N.B. Dieticians in the readership will note that sea salt, processed pork sausages and the stock cube are all sodium-rich deliciousness which can be especially important for those that have sobbed over the latest episode of 'Who Do You Think You Are?' and sweated through their fitful, dream-riddled sleep. The more emotionally stable amongst potential recipe-users are advised to drink lots of water and think about eating this magnificent meal in moderation.
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Monday, August 02, 2010

Iranian women's rugby team take to the field wearing modesty-preserving headscarves and tracksuits: do their bodies really need this much protection?

Iranian women's rugby team take to the field wearing modesty-preserving headscarves and tracksuits | Mail Online

I wonder about these burhkinis and other modest sports clothing. I know little about Arabic or Muslim culture, but what I have read suggests that body covering is to protect the women from:
lascivious thoughts from the men they encounter;
having their reputation tarnished by being seen as a floozy if they are not covered;
being judged on appearance rather than what they say or do...

and to protect the beauty and glory of a woman's body and hair for her husband (to be).

Now are these women really all so gorgeous that non-covering will reduce men to baying wolves? What value is their reputation other than in finding a husband - does it stop you getting a job? Doesn't judgement based on clothes not character happen anyway? They may not be seen as sexy and dim, but rather as prudish and uptight - which is worse?

As for retaining one's true beauty for their husbands, I find this offensive. A beautiful woman might save her beauty for herself, her best friends, her family, her God. Why is there this assumption that a woman must marry a man? Lesbianism is illegal, I assume. But is celibacy and spinsterhood frowned upon, too?

Maybe these women cover up so that they can revel in their own bodies alone behind closed doors and know that the secret of their bodily truth has been preserved.

As for the sporting clothes - I understand that getting Muslim women involved in such activities is hard, as they are seen as immodest in of themselves. What would these women (and their families) rather they be healthy and stepping outside cultural norms, or locked away and perhaps have a lower quality of life? What is more important to them? How they meet these doctrines or how their fit their life is? Is the worldly experience important, or is it the after-life (which will be good if they follow doctrine) that matters?

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Fashionable politics

These gorgeous-looking ladies may be gathered for a dubious parade in France, because Sarkozy made some questionable invitation decisions to African dictators/leaders, but they do look fabulous. If you've married a man who is or has become a dictator, then you might not be gorgeous on the inside, but outside, these ladies shine. They also look happy and healthy on the whole, whilst Carla Bruni looks so thin in comparison. Yet, if asked to run after a bus or haul bags of groceries home from the supermarket, I am hard pushed to decide whether the guests or the hostess would be better at the task.

I wish there were fashions like these available in the West. Colourful, expressive, comfortable looking. I love them! This photo is courtesy of the DailyMail and the article on Bastille Day.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Music and consent: a troubling couple

I really ought to have a better idea of the music I like. I never buy albums unless they are on sale, I don't use iTunes, I don't use my MP3 player, I don't watch MTV or listen to the radio. I sometimes remember a tune I used to like so find it on YouTube and then look at the other linked/recommended videos, but that is the extent of my music engagement. So a list seems appropriate, but a long-winded option. However, until a smarter mechanism is found (Pandora is no longer available in the UK - I wonder what happened to my carefully crafted profile/preferences; LastFM is getting me there slowly - but I forget to use it), I need to start somewhere, so I am starting here:
  • SaltNPepa - Let's talk about sex, Whatta Man, Push it.
  • Aaliyah - Back and Forth, More Than A Woman. 
  • Corinne Bailey Rae - Put your records on, Breathless, Like a star, I'd like to, The Blackest Lily.
  • Shackles (Praise_You)
  • En Vogue- Don't let go (love)
  • TLC - No Scrubs, Creep, Waterfalls, Dear Lie, Unpretty (the music video of which featured Lisa 'Left Eye' Lopes using American Sign Language).
  • SWV- Right Here/Human Nature (featuring Michael Jackson sample and a hilarious video of gymkhana-costume wearing band members sitting around camp fires and fishing - which is a bit inappropriate considering the song featured in the Free Willy soundtrack). The original version had a musical video that showcased the ladies' dance moves and told the story with flashbacks to childhood.
  • Destiny's Child: Bills, Bills, Bills, Bug a Boo, Say My Name, Jumpin', Jumpin', Independent Women, Survivor, Bootylicious. No, No, No (Part 1) was with the four original band members (before Michelle Rowlands joined at the loss of the other two). The music video (where they dance in a nightclub) was released after that of the remix by Wyclef Jean No, No, No (Part 2) (where his guitar-playing is accompanied by the girls' singing).

I'm not sure I like the lyrics to this last song - they might be too easily misconstrued by the confused and the devious as a rape excuse. These rape apologist tactics are examined in the comments of this article.These matters are further discussed in this article that states:
"The murkiness surrounding what's reasonable has deepened further with the Maryland case, which was tried in 2004. The accuser and the defendant agree that after he began to penetrate her and she wanted him to stop, he did so within a matter of seconds and did not climax." (my emphasis) Matter of seconds? What happens during those seconds? A brief thought that she might change her mind if the next couple of strokes are supersexy, hit the G-spot, etc.? That she was being a tease and making negative statements to add illicitness to the sex act, not to end it as she has said? Or is there nothing happening - does a mind filled with the joy of human contact and the anticipation of great climactic pleasure need a few seconds to process the new information before acting upon it? Is the sense of horror/revulsion/concern at no longer being wanted as a sex act partner insufficiently compelling in the same way as being caught in the act? Lisae C. Jordan, legislative counsel for the Maryland Coalition Against Sexual Assault: "Any one of us who's had a toddler walk in on them knows that that's not true. Or a teenager who's had a parent walk in--they stop pretty quickly." Consent is explored more here and here specifically as relating to the Roman Polanski case. (NB Despite Polanski pleading guilty - as part of a deal to avoid jail time apparently, having already served 42 days in jail awaiting psychiatric testing - we do not know if what the case transcripts detail are true. We weren't there. We don't know what was said, the tone used, the acts that took place. All we know for sure is that Polanski plead guilty - the legal documents show this - and then fled the country. What the Salon article doesn't cover much is that the case pertains to unlawful sex with a minor, even if the child did agree to the acts, she was too young to give consent in the eye of the law and thus, if the acts that have been discussed did occur, it was rape.) The dialogue about consent is played out in many fora with the feminist slant landing on the side of 'always ask first'. But there are other issues about patriarchy, heteronormativity and gender identity that make the conversation even more complex.


This issue of consent it even more confusing if you start to consider the 'red, yellow, green' safeword check-in method during power-plays. Yellow = I'm not sure. Hmm. If I am being dominant, should I therefore stop? Or carry on until I offer you another R,Y,G choice and then see what I should do then? Or carry on until your partner voluntarily says red or green to clear up the confusion? But if your partner is gagged or on a promise not to speak until given permission, it rather ruins your play. When/how should you check if things are copacetic?

From the other viewpoint, when/how do you determine your own decision on consent? Are you genuinely feeling yellow/unsure and need a moment to work it out - should that moment be activity-free (ie no more thrusting, spanking, etc.)? Should all physical contact stop (ie move apart) until red or green is decided? Should you have a few more moments of the activity that preceded the R,Y,G check in order that you can decide if you want it to continue or not? If I am being fed soup (food play!) and the 'chef' asks if I want to carry on, think about it or stop, should I have one more mouthful to determine how much the continuation/stopping matters to me? Should I ask what else there is to eat instead? Should I ask if the 'chef' would rather be eating the soup whilst I dish it out?

Continuous consent giving/checking during sex is hot and healthy, not only because the opposite is so not hot or healthy. There are also cultural considerations. Then there are those that don't want to think of it as hot but as the only rational and ethical position possible. What about remembering that sex should be fun and love-making should be loving and therefore including discussions on hotness in ethical sex practices (like openness, communication and negotiation) makes the young more likely to take it up and reminds people that sex is supposed to be a positive, enjoyable act. Does making the core issue about ethics (and leaving out the sexiness of being ethical) make the whole dialogue too dry and distant from the sexyfun that is sex, or does is emphasise the very real importance of being ethical? Does motivation matter as long as the end result is better communication in coupling? Some say 'yes'.

The opposite is also worth considering: that if you think a lack of communication is hot, then we are getting into murky waters. There is a big difference between pretending not to know or care if a partner is enjoying sexual contact, and actually not knowing. If you find the latter to be sexy, this is a problem. This, however, doesn't preclude sex-clubs or hole-in-the-wall encounters. Attending, paying for entry (to the building!), using a glory hole are all acts of consent. If you are in a shadow room at a sex club and you know that you cannot see who you are engaging with and might not be able to communicate with them (gagged, loud music, etc.), at what point do you give consent and at what point is a person not giving/revoking consent and therefore the sexual contact becomes unwanted/unlawful? [My cousin is actually doing a PhD thesis on this!]. Is there a sex situation where one party does not know if their partner is consenting to the current sexual contact and it is not immoral/illegal?

What if you have consented to certain sexual acts but then a partner started doing something you did not want? If you were being fingered in your vagina and then your partner stuck another finger in your anus. It happens so quick and you may not have time to say 'no'. Sometimes assault is presented in scenarios that seem like, hmm, there might have been time to push them away, shout for help, bite down, etc. In traumatic situations the obvious course of action is sometimes not easy to enact because of shock, fear of worse happening, etc. So if the perpetrator reasonably believes that you are willing for the encounter does that make it rape? Well, if you are a good lover then having someone moaning in pleasure is a good sign that things are okay; you don't need a verbal 'yes, please'. If you are with someone who is silent and stock-still for most of your sexual engagements I would suggest that reviewing your connection much sooner is in order. But what if the victim is moaning/whimpering with pleasure and then something that they don't like/didn't give explicit permission for happens, but they carry on moaning/whimpering, perhaps for a different reason now, or perhaps out of habit (I know plenty of people who hate silent sex so moan throughout and then really moan when something feels especially good)? How can someone be held accountable for behaviour that they didn't know was not pleasing for their partner? What, again, about those tricky seconds when you are both working out how you feel about a new element of sexual contact? Should we be spending serious time analysing all the possible scenarios one might encounter and how we might feel about them, so that in the moment we can have a ready answer of no or yes? Should we stop before each new activity and ask permission?

Things get more complicated when the unwelcome act is seen as less significant on the hierarchy of sexual contact. If you are already having anal sex with a woman, then putting your fingers in her vagina at the same time is fine - right? No, not necessarily.

There is also the assumption that conversing about (planned) sexual activity is uncommon, not the norm. But as this post argues, this is not the case, many people are careful, considerate and want permission to be given before hand to avoid any suggestion that the activity might transgress a person's personal boundaries and preferences.

I've certainly been in situations where sexual contact wasn't agreed or agreeable and in the instances where I was the actor I stopped the contact as soon as I realised the situation was not okay. But at the times when I was the recipient of the unwelcome behaviour, I often said nothing; I didn't 'use my words'. Should the other person have known I meant no, that my default mode was 'no', that this particular act was not okay? Should they have felt a flinch or seen a look in my eyes? If I had asked them if they thought they had assaulted me, what would they say? What would I say?

Consent is a tricky thing. There is useful discussion about how the assertion of 'I want' becomes confused with 'I submit', which is connected to a woman's ability to have her own desires and society's ability to recognise that.

With assault there is a problem in the aftermath of the extent that the incident was a private act that should not be shared/aired (going to the police is too shocking/difficult, talking about it is too graphic for polite conversation). There is concern that individualism has encouraged people to treat perpetrations on a person as shameful/secret, no-one else's business and maybe even no-one else's concern. In fact it is noted that changes in the law in the last 150 years have finally started to shift the legal mindset to being one where rape is an act against the sovereignty of a person and their body/liberty, rather than against a man's property as it used to be: "Even the rape of men was usually considered mainly an act against god and nature, not a crime perpetrated on one person by another." There is historical basis for the use of the word 'rape' to mean other things (that therefore may reduced the potency of the word in its real meaning). Determining a person's own blame in the assault perpetrated against them is a common theme and here is a list of other tropes that cloud an already complicated issue. Normalisation of violent sex, especially through the consumption of porn has been blamed for both acts being carried out without thinking and for victims' unwillingness to complain/report. Porn-inspired rough/frantic sex ensures that the participants do not have to engage with the emotional or intellectual congress that might occur during real love-making. Sting and Trudie Styler's tantric sex marathons might sound corny, but are probably based on a true love and joy for one another's bodies, souls and pleasure. Also, the idea that porn sex is used as an introduction to real-life sex (ie sex ed) is very worrying. Mostly because it gives the opinion that such sex is immensely pleasurable to those involved (giver/receiver/both) and  is also 'normal', which I suspect is not the case in the history of sexual congress.

Consent is the main thrust of this blog, Yes means YES! and one post tackles how a BDSM sex space handles boundary pushing, not respecting agency and assault - there is a quotation from Halo P. Jones, an NYC domme, feminist and blogger that deals with the aftermath of a guy groping her at a party:
"I immediately turned to the assaulter and yelled in his face: “Don’t touch me–I don’t even know your name. You didn’t have permission to touch me! Back off!” He mumbled sorry, walked away immediately, and disappeared into the mass of people beyond my friends’ couch.[...]What if everyone who heard me loudly state my boundaries had spoken up too? As I yelled at him, people watched, seeing what was developing. If he had tried to punch me, no doubt people would have held him back. But they just watched. What if–while I yelled at him–there had been a chorus of voices, yelling “You do not touch her without permission”? That would have felt pretty great."
Having a community support one another in protecting boundaries is so crucial but so difficult to achieve without someone being identified as a victim and someone else as a perpetrator. I had an idea to combat for public transport groping that might be useful - get people to announce non-directed statements ("I suspect this person of being a harasser") or even less confrontational routes (stickers on the back to warn others and for them to find later). This is an important alternative method when the victim doesn't want the fact that their sovereignty has been damaged known. If you are being assaulted in a public space, how can you express that you want the behaviour to stop without making it known that you are a victim? I know a friend who was raped (fell asleep/crashed in a room with everyone else at the end of a party and awoke to find him inside her) and I wonder how in that moment she chose what to do. Would one want to draw attention for help in ensuring the situation stopped immediately? Or would it make it worse, that the assault had already happened and everyone else knowing about it would only make the situation harder to handle?

What about male consent? Here is an article about penile erection and how that doesn't signal consent. The male relationship with sexual assault is complex and progress is hampered by statistics (most assaulters are male, but this doesn't mean most males are assaulters: 84% of the victims of sexual assault are girls and 97% of the perpetrators are male [Department of Justice. The Uniform Crime Reporting Survey. Ottawa, ON: Department of Justice, 1992.]). There are specific campaigns to encourage responsible, respectful and proactive behaviour in men that supports female sexuality without the cultural association of a man's right to access it. There are two in particular: www.mencanstoprape.org (look at “Our Strength is not for hurting” campaign) and www.menagainstsexualviolence.org.
 

My own tangential comment on the topic of asking for it with clothing choice is here and a comment specifically about encouraging dialogue about consent and reasons to stop sexual encounters is here.

I guess the most important point is that good/healthy/mutually pleasing sex is about open communication and ensuring enthusiastic consent is being expressed in some way during the encounter, which brings us nicely back to the start of this post which was about favourite music and that my first listed song was Let's talk about sex - and I think we should...everyone of us.

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Heart-rate

I'm not a big exercise fan. Swimming - great (love it, used to teach it). Yoga/pilates - good, too (done it occasionally; I like the clothes - sleek and tidy, not baggy shorts and other nonsense; I also like the ethos - slow, strong movements building control and strength) - I have some DVDs which I hardly ever watch - and I also subscribe to YogaToday on YouTube, which is actually fun but, again, I don't do them regularly.

However, the one activity I do practice regularly, so much so that it has become second-nature, is fussing. To the uninitiated, fussing, is the manner of being whereby you undertake many pointless actions, burning calories and raising other people's heart-rates as you go. Has your partner just popped his cup down on the floor next to his chair? Then next time you are up (and you wont find yourself on the sofa much once you embrace the fussing life-style), pointedly grab it and place it on the nearest sturdy surface (table, mantelpiece, etc.) - if you really want to push yourself, take it through to the kitchen, next to the draining board to await washing. Even if he protests and says he hadn't finished, or that he was about to do that himself, do not desist - you wont always have support for your new health regime, but don't worry the benefits will outweigh these negative moments.

Later when the freshly washed cup is ready to be put away (perhaps you've decided to wash it, the three spoons and a buttery knife that were sitting, taunting you), the cupboard may reveal mug handles not in alignment - you know what to do. Swivelling them all to be nicely-OCD in arrangement may not be enough; take down the entire collection, wipe the shelf with bleach and re-stack, maybe on top of some drawer liner you happened to have bought on sale a few years' back.

Ready for a rest? Sit on the sofa and reach for a magazine - make sure the pile contains them in an orderly fashion, spines together, cover uppermost, maybe even in date order. Do you espy some laundry ready for folding? Then head upstairs with armfuls! Note that the bathroom bin is full? Then take it down! Remember that the letter that needs mailing is on the study desk? Go up and grab it! Then do the folding you meant to do ten minutes ago!

Ready to crack on with the day and do some work? Read the news headlines? Posted a quick blog entry? Sent a tweet? Checked Facebook and saw that your news feed is filled with comments and 'likes' about the trailer for that new movie? So, you've got to watch the trailer now, too! Then the other recommended clips that seem to feature cute baby animals being unspeakably cute. Then you remember that magazine had an article on puppy fostering...should you sign up? Maybe you should ask your dog-loving friend for advice...Thirty minute catch-up chat later and it is time for lunch.

What a morning!

You too can fill your day with inane activities that do little to improve your life and sure as heckfire annoy your family and friends.

Saturday, July 03, 2010

Sensationalism

There is a thirst for the fantastical to entertain and divert. We have a long history of wanting to know more about, but mostly just clap our eyes on, the weird and wondrous. We have P.T.Barnum's freak show acts and other famous people with unusual attributes that made their 'fortune' by displaying their 'talents'. They are called Human Marvels by one website, which is peculiarly generous and detailed in its cataloguing of these persons. Is is censure or celebration to remark on their stories like this?

Today we have Big Brother and other reality TV shows that focus on people, who may not be deformed or disturbed, but are definitely unusual in their desire to be made infamous by having their personal, private selves gawked at by all and sundry. Their fame is rarely one of support and positive appreciation; they are generally reviled and pilloried for putting themselves out there, up on a pedestal, expecting to be adored, or at the very least liked, and instead they are heckled and torn down for making a show of themselves and thinking themselves more interesting than the rest of us. In fact, if these modern fools are providing rich entertainment which wouldn't be available without their consent.

Non-consenting people still have to ultimately agree; Candid Camera and Punk'd (with the eponymous Ashton Kutcher) still have to get release forms to agree that the images and film may be used for commercial purposes. The only ones allowed to take photographs and movie now and not ask permission are the neo-Gonzo journalists, who are blogging and putting their work on Vimeo and YouTube. Citizen journalism is all the rage, but is it helping with debate or informing us of news?

Still further there are the shows that are not just entertainment, people straining for stardom. there are shows that purport to help. Let us fix your failing marriage/botched DIY/crumbling business/uncontrollable children/crappy eating habits/terrible fashion sense/wonky nose! Let us film it and your emotional rollercoaster ride, then let us put it on TV, sell adverts in between 13minute segments and maybe sell the series on internationally if we get the ratings! It will be free, or at least you'll get travel expenses, or we'll make sure you realise that this is your one-off chance at a cure/answer and if you don't want to be part of the TV programme, we'll take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and give it to someone else!

Emotional blackmail much?

Who are they targetting in their participant recruitment? The poor, the ill-educated, the substance abusers? Do they seek out the ugliest, fattest people with alcohol/nicotine/drug addictions, who do too much eating and too little exercise? Who would be their ideal subject? Incest-survivor who is heroin-addicted with bratty child by artificial insemination, being dumped by their ethnic-minority partner, thusly losing their home and needing a fashion makeover to help with their enormous belly?

How many times in the shows do you see someone and think, "that could be me"? I hardly ever identify with any of the participants. I am thusly seeing them as 'others'. I am therefore forced to think that the conditions or situations that make their cases televisually interesting are therefore unique to people not like me. Is it that if the idea of someone like me had to face these problems it would be too distressing, too close to home? Are we deliberately making these unusual situations worse by labelling those involved as exotic or somehow other than me? Do the participants realise that they are being invited to be on the show because they are weirder than other people? How are these researchers selling the idea? Do they think they are raising awareness of these problems and thereby maybe raising money for the cause? Will their lives improve my nationally explaining the situation and making people less likely to stare and be less cruel? Wont the focus be on them more from them making themselves more widely known? Will their attitude to the situation change from being one of disadvantage to making them think they are somehow special? Will that make them less accepted in their own communities? 'I had a telly show made about my bad foot, so please excuse me cutting the queue in the supermarket and yes, I don't mind switching in the Christmas lights in Middling-on-Sea'.

How self-aware are these participants in putting themselves on display? Do they have a choice? Like, PT Barnum's circus folk, could they make a living, a life any other way? Could the fixative promised be gained any other way?

Even media that is supposedly totally news oriented are becoming opinion providers and gossipers. For commercial success or even just survival, newspapers are having to concentrate on that which titillates and that which cannot be gotten elsewhere more easily or cheaply - namely celebrity updates. Wired explains the situation with clarity but the matter is all the more alarming for its frankness - we are being directed to being consumers of tat and there isn't much we can do about that.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

And another thing...

It was bound to happen sooner or later. Children born from sperm or egg donors are coming of age and expressing themselves over their heritage. Fearful of meeting a sibling and not realising, even to the point where one might be considering them as a romantic partner. Wondering what health implications lays in their DNA and not being able to look to grandparents and family history as tell-tale signs of what cancers might be common. Will they or their siblings need an organ/blood donation and not have the knowledge of who might be able to help them? Here is this Daily Mail article such a child has reached adulthood and has many questions.

A conversation I had about a decade ago has come to the surface in a Feministing article: queer virginity - how do you define it?

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Feeling under the weather...?

Well, if you happen to be suffering from nasal or sinus congestion, do try wasabi. I'm currently munching through a tonne of wasabi peas ordered through SushiSushi - working wonders!

Friday, April 10, 2009

Friday Follow-through

Gay elephant disappoints its owners! Politicians in Poland are complaining that the breeding programme is an expensive failure after Ninio has shown little interest in females, preferring boy time! (@DailyMail)

Librarians fumble classification of famous archaeology text: Prof Stringer's important book, Homo Britannicus was incorrectly shelved in the LGBT/queer section! (@DailyMail)

Queerty has a fascinating article on Jesus as a Gay Man based on a new book by Kittredge Cherry - what a fabulous name for an author, and she is a lesbian, too!

Bilerico moves the debate towards racism after the writer remembered being called someone's 'perfect little geisha boy', meant as an affectionate term, but brought up the wrong sort of feelings in Jason Tseng.

Women are finding less satisfaction with their career than men
- they are preferring to have a happy home life, whereas their male counterparts are prioritising their employment prospects. (@DailyMail)

Happily childfree woman has had to reconsider her opinion now that she has a puppy in her life messing up her hormones! (@DailyMail)

Google founder's wife has produced a product (with the help of her organisations) that allows a person to be genetically tested for tell-tale mutated genes, etc. that might signal a predisposition to getting certain diseases. Both Sergey Brin and his wife, Ann Wojcicki, and their child have been tested; they are especially concerned about Parkinson's Disease, since there is history of it in the family.

I think this development is wonderful and I suspect that eventually it will be common practice for those wanting to procreate to ask the other person involved in the matter (that is the other person providing the genetic material) to provide their testing results before they decide to make babies together. If you have a higher risk of creating children with dreadful painful diseases, you might decide against producing offspring together. This does conflict with my distaste for abortion and euthanasia; I think all life has value and afflicted people can teach those around them so much about patience, compassion and love. However, if the choice was available before procreating (as in the movie Gattacca) then I, and I would think countless others, would want to know what they face beforehand. Not that you can ever really prepare to parent a severely disabled child. Plus, those scientists in the article are right, chance and environmental factors are not taken into account in the testing.

Would the testing go too far... with only tall, athletic, non-disabled children being created in the ideal world? I'm not sure we can avoid selection - you might not want to marry a bald fat man with coronary disease to prevent your babies being afflicted. Mothers choosing sperm donor candidates choose ones with 'best' qualities. I surely want intelligent, healthy, blonde babies...but that might say more about my ego than my desire for the 'best' children.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Seriously scary...

Again another sad story of women being 'diagnosed' as problematic and requiring sedation through forcible drug administration. In this case, the women have gone onto to have children with birth defects. It might be that women who require a chemical cosh are predisposed to have children with defects, perhaps as a concomitant factor of their disruptive condition, or it might be that the chemicals administered altered had genetic affects on their children... (@ BBC)

However one courageous woman is making a stand against STDs by protecting her body the best way she knows how - - abstinence...

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Latest links...

Holding onto your virginity? It might be determined by your genes, not jeans! (@newscientist)

Autistic children might have a better chance of being diagnosed early thanks to new research (@newscientist)

Queer icons generate photographic exhibition of...queer icons! (@NPG)

Lovely post by lovely lady on telling young kids about 'gay' things... (@Pistols and Popcorn)

Fab microblog with audience participation! (@dearlove)

Do you know enough about the history of HIV & AIDS? I sure didn't...

In 1981 Gay Related Immune Disease (GRID) was identified as AIDS and HIV was discovered as the viral cause. The name no longer identified the minority group as the cause or the sufferers. In the same year, there was the first identified case in the United Kingdom (Dubois, R.M., Braitwaite, M.A., Mikhail, J.R. et al., (1981) 'Primary Pneumocystis Carinii and Cytomegalovirus Infections', the Lancet, ii, 1339).

In 1984 Foucault died of an AIDS-related illness; he would have seen the beginning of segregation, the fear caused by HIV/AIDS. James Miller quotes Berkeley philosophy professor Hans Sluga warning Foucault about AIDS: 'He didn't believe it. He thought that Americans were basically puritanical and anti-sexual; and that it was all coming out in this sudden hysteria about this mysterious disease.' (345) Sluga is echoed by English professor D.A. Miller:
"Je n'y crois pas," Miller recalls the philosopher [that's Foucault] saying: "I don't believe it."'(349) ... Clinching to his point, Foucault leaned towards the professor. "Besides," he said, "To die for the love of boys: What could be more beautiful."' (350)
James Miller's The Passion of Michel Foucault, HarperCollins edition, London, 1994

Ironically enough, international researchers presented evidence that the "French virus" was the long sought cause of AIDS. [The Frederick Post, April 20, 1984]. HIV/AIDS affected the sense of the body as contagion, disease, needing to be quarantined, keeping population safe by demonising the gays, promoting condoms and condemning bare-backing, religious and moral leaders crying homosexuality to be sinful and the wage of that sin is painful death - the awesome punishment of God writ true. The burgeoning AIDS epidemic was a modern watershed in the observation and control of the ‘other’ body. A significant proportion of the population was being labelled both as deviant and as infected/infecting, a risk to the rest of the normal population. As a result increased access to information about the body was permitted and promoted (add citation about US Congress requirement for individuals to declare their HIV status: Reagan?). At this time the male body became a weapon, a sexual weapon, no longer one that was solely a danger to women (as some feminist theory contended) but a body which could be lethal to all society. The new disease was believed to be solely a problem for homosexual men and therefore attracted little interest or research/financial support as it was a gay disease affecting a minority group. Soon it was realised that the men who slept with men, who did not classify themselves as gay and therefore were in the majority community of ‘straight’ people were putting the rest of society’s health at risk. Bisexuals became the chief concern as conduit between the normal people and the ‘other’; lesbians on the other hand got off lightly as they were seen to be safer due to their sexual practices.

In 1985 Rock Hudson, the ultimate cowboy, the first American celebrity to publicly admit having AIDS, died of the disease. The Western concept of masculinity that had been challenged by increased publicity to homosexuality practices, specifically buggery that was seen to spread this new frightening disease, was further rocked when Mr Hudson died. [Add in newspaper citations as evidence of media squall over his death].

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Queeries for Queeroes

So another question for the LGBTQ community...
Do lesbians who indulge in fisting find childbirth easier as a result?

...and the usual Sunday Serving of Surflinks...
  • Check out Tom Robinson's fab website: he is a queer man who ended up marrying a woman and having babies with her, but remains solidly promoting LGBTQ pride and resistance through his awesome music. His website kindly allows free downloads of his tunes for the sensible reason that ("iTunes downloads cost 79p per track. Writer/publisher get 6p, Performer 6-8p, Visa/Mastercard 7p, Apple 12p, and Record Company almost 50p. Sod that. Help yourself to my songs & share them with your friends") - make sure you play 'Glad to be Gay' at every queer event you attend - too often there is such dispiritedness as a result of constant battles with prejudice that queer events can feel a bit angry, isolationist and overly-political. Sometimes we just want to be really, you know, gay - - as in happy! As Dana's brother, Howie, said at GayPride on The L Word: I mean (shouting to the crowd) be gay, be proud everybody! (The crowd roars back.)
Sing if you're glad to be gay
Sing if you're happy that way, hey
(Tom Robinson lyrics)

"You know I can't let let you go back there now."
"I don't want to."
"So what do we do?"
Billy held Elise tight with one arm while her other caressed her hair, then the full length of her back, stopping only to cup her full, shapely ass. "We've got horses. Can you ride?"
"Hell, yes, I can ride."
"So we got us horses, a treasure map, and the rest of out lives. What's say we go for it?"
Elise rolled Billy onto her back, ripped open her shirt, and said, "Start speaking proper English, stop acting stupid, and let me see you as you really are and we might have a deal."
Little did Billy know that Elise was practically defining butch/femme relations for the next century with that single move.
Therese Szymanski, The Life and Times of Ornery Crazy Mean Bad Bill, 2007

I'm a bit surprised how much I loved the story and then I realised it was because it felt safe, mirroring the heteronormative lines of romance stories I have seen, read and heard since I was a child. The protagonists are a man (who is really a woman, but who dresses, acts and names herself in the masculine style) and a woman who live together, eventually have a child (adopted) and reconcile with the estranged family members who are just fine with their alternative lifestyle choices. Did I really feel more comfort in reading familiar stories with a queer take for queer women, or is it ingrained in humans to have that sort of same+other relationship, rather than same+same? More introspection needed...


On the idea of introspection, I was in the bath finishing TL&ToOCMBadBill, when I realised in all my roles where I have been the boss, I have never felt comfortable in charge of women who were physically bigger than me. At 5'8 and 8stone it is hard to find employees smaller than myself, but more importantly what does it mean about my self image and ability to be the strong woman in charge yet physically weaker? The same goes for women I want to date - they are all similar in physique. Either I am so egotistic that I can only fancy people of similar body-shapes, or I think the men in my life should be bigger than me (men are the protector, tall and imposing like my father) and that the women in my life should be smaller than I (women are delicate and need protecting like my mother). This might be linked to the idea that I prefer to date younger women (I cannot get down with well-used puss, or wrinkly flesh, post-birth bodies, etc. - maybe I worry that they have diseases if they have been about a bit). I would prefer a young virgin, then any mistakes in bed would be ignored (what does that say about my bedroom confidence?) and we could learn to love one another together rather than having to show off one's skills. At 28, younger lovers are realistically going to be 18-28, anything younger really feels gross and paedophilic. Yet I also sought young inexperienced male partners, I had a plan to hang about seminaries, young, men, probably virgins learning to be vicars, looking for a wife - I could be a real hit! Do I seek to help out at queer LGBTQ youth events because I am experienced in working with youngsters, or is it that I think there might be a potential gf there for me? Weird... I think there might be something Freudian in this...

Monday, March 16, 2009

How can I expect a woman to understand me when my parents don't?

Six things for tonight's ponderence:
  • My father needs to accept me as a sexual being.
  • My parents are addicted to me and are not letting go despite me being on the brink of thirty and them fully-retired for the second time! Thereby preventing me from blossoming into the fullness of self that I ought. Therefore incurring mental breakdown from stress - like 1ton Son.
  • Movies with cartoon/animation opening credits that is not repeated in the rest of the film: Honeymoon in Las Vegas, City Slickers, Ruthless People, 1st Wives' Club, Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead, Mad House.
  • Theory that the first movies that a person sees moulds their funny bone - for me The 'Burbs and Inner Space - they are so well remembered, so familiar, that they feel real.
  • There needs to be a reverse googlewhack generator - to establish if your website is a googlewhack and if so for which words - I'll talk to Google about it.
  • Also in this confusing cyber age of multi-personalities, identities, passwords, homepages (facebook, match.com, friendsreunited, twitter, blogger) we all need an expert ID thief to hack into our lives with permission to establish who we are online...
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