Each year I realise that I’m less and less tolerant of a certain scene of people who talk a great deal about solidarity and struggle, but who – while simultaneously burning themselves out for the great flag or the revolution or some other abstract concept – consistently fail to show up for the oppressed folks standing right next to them in their shadow. It’s not very interesting apparently to do actual work for actual people. What’s the point when there’s less credit to be earned, less fame to be gained and less guilt to be assuaged? Particularly if your identity is based on that performance and credit and guilt. And even more so if you’ve also been benefiting from our exploitation.
or: Since When is Masculine a Compliment?
The whole world seems to have come together without my consent and arrived at the grand decision that in this life I will be a gay guy. Again and again people who don’t know me assume that I’m both male and gay. But they couldn’t be more wrong. Continue reading