(See spaceykate’s original post here.)
My own feelings about the Human Rights Campaign live somewhere between squick and rage, honestly. Put jokingly, this largely has to do with my having the memory of an elephant and my Moon in Scorpio. I remember things, and I hella hold grudges. ;)
Put more seriously: As an activist, I have been working with people and communities and organizations that have had horrific interactions with the HRC since about 1996.
I still remember (and I will never fucking forget) when Elizabeth Birch (who was the Executive Director of the HRC in 1998) referred to Carmen Vasquez as:
1) “you and your kind,” and
2) “a maggot in a barrel of rice”
in an OPEN LETTER. This is pretty well-documented and public. (I have print-outs of both Vasquez and Birch’s letters in a box in my parents’ basement, actually. I should probably dig them up.)
Birch did this because Vasquez dared to bring up:
1) race and racism in the LGBT community in general, and
2) the intense racism in the HRC’s choice to back Al D’Amato’s* candidacy in New York.
And, just, like, C’MON. For a middle-class white woman to refer to a working-class Latina activist as “a maggot,” as “you and your people,” just… It is all, simply put, fucking UGLY.
I was 15 at the time that I was watching this from the queer organizing sidelines. I saw it for the racist bullshit that it was. I was also working with a lot of older queer activists who really knew what they were doing, and who schooled me well. And I remember, very clearly, just having this moment of “God. No. No. No, this is not right. No, this is not about the larger queer community. No, this is not about supporting the people who need it the most. No, I can never support anything this organization does. At least not unless they make some serious amends to the communities they’ve hurt.”
And that hasn’t happened. So.
*More info here, especially: “HRC’s endorsement of New York Republican Al D’Amato in his 1998 campaign for re-election to the U.S. Senate brought more criticism. HRC defended the endorsement because of D’Amato’s support for ENDA and repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. However, many liberal LGBT leaders did not welcome D’Amato’s many conservative stances, including his opposition to affirmative action and abortion rights.[53]”
So in case you didn’t know, those red equal signs everyone’s posting on Facebook are a modified version of the Human Rights Campaign’s logo. Keep in mind:
A) Yesterday HRC had a trans flag removed from the demonstration outside the courthouse, in keeping with their longstanding policy of always being afraid someone will find out what the T in LGBT stands for.
B) Today HRC asked a speaker from United We Dream’s Queer Undocumented Immigrant Project to not mention that he was undocumented — because heaven forfend anyone realize that immigration rights issues touch our community too! (English captions for the video available here courtesy of Sprinkles McGillicuddy)
C) When this got started, HRC actually publicly opposed filing lawsuits against Prop 8 specifically because they didn’t want the issue to go before the Supreme Court — but now that it’s there and signs are promising, they’re quite eager to take the credit, of course.
Listen, if marriage is really your thing and you want to say so in a public way, go for it! Personally, I think marriage is overrated as an issue, but we can agree to disagree and discuss it further from there.But please: inform yourself about who you’re supporting before you decide on how to do so. HRC actually has a long, awful history with practically everyone except their wealthy donors; they’re just good at marketing themselves. Don’t be fooled.
Anyway, while we’re all eagerly awaiting the next page of The Exile & Happy Landing Of Natalie Ríos, here’s a one-page autobiographical bit of silliness I did a couple years back as a hypothetical submission to that second issue of Fucking Trans Women that seems to have never happened.
So if you were dying to know what words to use when you get me into bed, ta da! Now you don’t even need to ask. (See how easy I make it to have hot sex with me?)
Um, and if you were wondering why Christianne’s drawing Exile and not me, I guess now you don’t need to ask that either. :P
“IT’S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE!”
Oh, sweet friend. I love you so.
Exile page 1 by ~doctor-morbius
This is a work in progress, but it’s finished enough to show. Pen and ink on bristol board. I might make it color. I might not. I kinda like the black and white. This will run eleven or twelve pages when I’m done with it. It will also be VERY not safe for work.
OMG! FIRST PAGE! OMG! SO BEAUTIFUL! *dies*
I was afraid when I gave Christianne a script that covers 21 years, 4 major characters and 6 sex scenes in 10 pages she would tell me I was nuts (well, I mean I am, but) and ask me to redo it, but her talent turns out to be more than up to the challenge.
I just love all the little details she fits in to imply things about the characters that there was no possible way I was going to be able to talk about in such a short amount of space (in fact, I think panel 2 is the only place in the whole comic in which Ricardo Ríos shows up in full). For instance, the stack of untouched canvases in the corner of her father’s apartment, or the way his clothes are a little too big, like a boy playing dress-up.
Anyway! Please reblog so that everyone can see how beautiful this is because OMG am I proud to have been a part of this project.
This is incredible!!! I am so proud of you, Rachel! <3 <3 <3
Beautiful.
Hang on. Let’s get back to the facts:
“We began like guilty goddesses
leaping into a lake to escape ourselves
trying to hide in stolen scales.”
That’s the myth some parents poison us with
as shame-faced children sneaking awkward bodies
into delicate porphyra gowns
but sometimes, amazed, we…
Beautiful!
“Most noxious weeds are introduced species
(non-native) and have been introduced into an
ecosystem by ignorance, mismanagement, or accident.”
- Wikipedia
ferocious light and bloated
bloodthirsty language creeping up
our bodies our so-
called ambiguous bodies
trickling up like the slow
…
Happy Pride! <3 <3 <3
DANG, man! I am brainstorming places to take an awesome visiting friend to dinner tonight, and in my search, I found out that Mom Is Cooking CLOSED. :( Say it ain’t so, Mom!
This place was the sit-down divey Mexican joint of my childhood. It was not quite in the Ingleside/Lakeview, but it was close by (they were sort of on the border between the Excelsior/Crocker Amazon). Me and my mom and my dad went there a lot when I was a kid, and then as I got older I’d go there with my friends on my own. I’d often take friends who were visiting from Lands Without Mexican Food there. Whenever I’d come back from months on the east coast, Mom’s was one of my first destinations.
The service was T-E-R-R-I-B-L-E, but they had the best nopales boquitas I have ever eaten in my entire life, and “Mom” was a total sweetheart. Also, service is not the point of a place like Mom Is Cooking: the point is sitting around with your friends, eating good food and talking for hours. Who cares if it’s slow.
I am probably way too bummed out about this. :(
As I’m sure most of you know, a trans woman was attacked in a McDonald’s bathroom last week, and the attack was recorded and put up on YouTube (here’s a link to Lisa Harney/Questioning Transphobia’s very smart news round-up about the story). The whole situation is awful, disgusting, depressing, and I don’t have much to say about it beyond that — except that Rachel turned me on to this excellent video response/commentary from laidbaqq, and I appreciate it, and thought I’d share. (Thanks for putting this on my radar, Bella.)
“Dead Finks Don’t Talk” from Brian Eno’s Here Come the Warm Jets. Rachel, this is for you, because lazing around your room petting cats and eating ice cream and listening to music like we were 15 was one of the best parts of being in Boston. I’m missing you and everyone else (Toni, Zander, Deborah, hello & love) in Beantown tonight. <3
Also? I’ve been a die-hard Bowie fan since my early teens, but I only discovered this album in the last 6 months (thank you Marlene). I don’t really know how I was 28 and had never heard any Brian Eno before, considering all the Bowie and Eno connections? I guess I am behind the curve?
Anyway. I feel obsessed with this album in a distinctly adolescent way. Like I just wanna lie down in a soft bed with music blasting into my headphones, do nothing but be dramatically verklempt about the beauty of it all. I suppose you can still do this once you hit adulthood, but it feels very teenaged to me. You know how certain songs just get under your skin and open something up inside you? Eno does that for me. I love that that feeling doesn’t go away once you grow up.
In other news: I’m back home in SF, but only very briefly. I leave town again on Thursday for the CLPP conference in NW Mass, where I’ll be presenting about the St. James Infirmary’s work on a clinic access panel. Then I come home for good on Sunday. See you at CLPP?