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20181017
Festoon of Fruits and Flowers (detail), Jan Davidsz. de Heem, 1660. Oil on canvas.
“The daily routine of most adults is so heavy and artificial that we are closed off to much of the world. We have to do this in order to get our work done. I think one purpose of art is to get us out of those routines. When we hear music or poetry or stories, the world opens up again. We’re drawn in — or out — and the windows of our perception are cleansed.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, Talking on the Water: Conversations about Nature and Creativity (Trinity University Press, October 11, 2016) (via Alive on All Channels)
Remember: They are not winning.
They are outnumbered, and the culture they want to bring back has been utterly destroyed. They are lashing out in desperation, causing all the harm they can, because they can, because that's the only action open to them.
They want a return to the time when women were legally controlled by the men in their lives, almost to the point of being property.
They're not going to get it. That oppression was founded on both women growing up not knowing things could be different - and on a host of legal situations that won't be returning.
Women did not have the right to their own bank accounts until 1974. That's not going away. (That was the Equal Credit Opportunity Act, passed by both houses--unanimously in the Senate--and signed into law by Ford.) Guess what happened when women could suddenly keep the money they earned?
THAT'S why they've been fighting to overturn Roe v Wade. We all know they don't give a damn about children's lives. And they don't actually believe a fetus is a child, or they wouldn't be paying for abortions for their mistresses on the sly, wouldn't be getting them themselves because "my situation is different."
Conservative men want women to be property.
Conservative women want someone to be obligated to take care of them and provide for them.
They want the myth of the Cleaver family from the 50s to be a reality... for well-educated, upper-middle-class white cis het Christian families.
And they are more than happy to destroy everyone who gets in the way of their fantasy future.
But.
It can't happen. You can't get there from here. None of them even want what it takes to get there... they are, for the most part, comfortable, and they want the enriched diverse society that they've come to live in.
They want the increased production that comes from a happy, thriving workforce that pours creativity into their jobs. They want the health care advances that came from a multinational community of medical professionals. They want clean air in their towns, clean water in their homes.
They just don't want to acknowledge why we have those things.
(I am aware that not everyone has those things. I'm talking about the class of people who do, who have come to take them for granted, who think they are just "the way things are" and not gains we have fought for, that have still not been extended to everyone.)
Conservative women sure as hell don't want to give up their bank accounts. Conservative men don't want to go back to huge cars that get 8-11 miles per gallon.
They want the ability to choose between phone service providers. They want cheap phone service.
(In 1982, AT&T was required to split itself into several companies to break up its monopoly. And yeah, it's mostly re-merged now... but rates are lower. So much lower. In 1980, the weekday rate for a call across the US was 54 cents for the first minute. That's almost $2 in today's money.)
They don't want to admit that it's all connected. That women's rights and gay rights and labor rights and anti-racist policies and anti-harassment policies and social security and affordable health care ARE ALL LINKED.
They think they can remove one bit and keep the world they want.
They think they can erode a few parts of it, the ones that make them uncomfortable, and keep the world they want.
They can't.
And some parts of them knows it. Which is why they're lashing out.
And it's going to hurt. People are going to die. Good, innocent people--children--are going to die because of the Dobbs ruling.
But they are not winning. Don't lose hope.
They are fading, and they know it, and it scares them. They know that public opinion is against them.
Someday, there are going to be six more graves that are memed as gender-neutral bathrooms.
Take care of each other. We have been through worse than this before, and we will win our rights back.
it's always so fucking funny to me when terfs are like "how can you say trans women and women are the same thing! being born as a man makes you different!" because like. yes. trans women and cis women are different. so are black women and white women. and straight women and queer woman. and women from different countries and different socioeconomic statuses. there's diversity in the experience of womanhood? what a wild concept
when e.e. cummings said “i’ll live my life if it kills me”
when andrea gibson said “i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.” & when ellen bass said “to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it”
sunrise at the falls
making your own stuff is so important, like I never hear enough about how making everything with your own hands is sacred time spent with yourself. that’s mostly being taken away from us through having all we need being sold at stores, the relationship to craft humans have had for millennia’s is gone. so it’s all about rebuilding that close relationship with the things that keep us alive and feeling good about ourselves! It’s something I could talk about forever
when Susan Sontag said “I’ve had such enormous difficulties thinking about myself, being connected with myself this last year. Only the same old stale reflections.” to “Kindness, kindness, kindness. I want to make a New Year’s prayer, not a resolution. I’m praying for courage.”
“I feel extremely low when I wait for people, need people, cling to people, look around for people: that only thickens the dark cloud hanging over me and makes me feel myself a villain;”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter Lou von Salomé written c. December 1911
W. N. P. Barbellion, The Journal of a Disappointed Man
Sometimes the kindest thing you can offer to the world is your anger. You have it for a reason, it isn't just borne into existence simply because. And sometimes anger is destructive and you use it to rip and tear and gnaw at the foundations of that which made you angry, and sometimes that's okay. Sometimes that destruction is what is needed. Sometimes the bridges need to be burned to light the way forward.
But sometimes, too, that anger is something else. It is an anger made of love for everything that has ever deserved to exist. It is witnessing cruelty and coldness and bitter bastardry, and it is screaming in your gut and up your lungs and into your throat how wrong all of it is. Anger can keep you warm in the winter. Anger lets you move one foot forward, after the other, for no other reason than pure cussed spite.
Sometimes the kindest thing you can offer the world is your anger. I am angry, all the time, and I will make the world a kinder place whether it wants to be or not. My anger lets me hold a knife to the throat of cruelty and it lets me say "I know how to fix this" and it lets me try to grow daffodils and hyacinths in the bloodshed. The world wants you tired, and I'm always tired, but I am angry and I am fighting and I am going to see something better in the end, because I am angry enough to make that something better with those around me.
Photoplay, November 1962
thinking of when vincent van gogh said that “poverty stops the best minds in their tracks” and how art would see a new era if we funded struggling independent artists instead of hiring talentless nepotism babies.
There is no actual, tangible reason why we allow people to starve, to be homeless, to suffer and die needlessly. Food is plentiful. Empty homes are plentiful. Medicine is plentiful. It’s hidden away behind constructs and we pretend those constructs mean something. There is an empty home and a homeless family, give them it. There is a sick child and common medicine to treat it, give it to them. There is a starving person and so much food wasted by corporations or hidden behind a dollar sign, feed them.