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2005-04-08 - 2:19 a.m. Okay, you know what? I was going to just add on and on to the previous entry to make it look as though there is ANY point to accessing that page other than to look at me in all my tutu'd glory, but I decided Fuck It. That's SO TOTALLY enough of a reason for you to open to that page. So now on to something completly different: Feminist Highlights from the Last Couple Weeks 1. From an e-mail from FGB: we never did talk about feminism on our trek to mt. vernon, but reading this piece, i'm also struck by how nicely it slices into a troubling kind of "paranoia" (i can't think of a better word) that sometimes lurches through feminist creativity and thought. it seems (to my completely armchair eye, anyway) to be driven by a fear of losing feminine "identity", whatever that might be. the correlate of that fear in some men is this weird "i'm a feminist, but only because i don't get in the way of your being a feminist" thing. neither of them seems to me to have much to do with the true heart of feminism, [...] namely that it's about relationship and communication and connection and balance and feminine AND masculine all rolled into one impossibly creative bundle but i might just be projecting my own experience of differentiating from a "gay" identity and expanding outward in the holarchy 2. Hearing my friend Kaos and the Boy with the Mandolin get into a discussion on the importance of feminism that began as i started putting on my sneakers and lasted for a good five minutes before i realized i had to pee, left to the bathroom, came back and they were still discussing for another five or ten minutes before me and BWTM could get our asses out the door. And this after a night of fun and COPIOUS amounts of gin, and yet still (despite? because?) they were intellectualizing before my misty little eyes. 3. writing a 3-page poem about menstruation and showing it to Nerdtron* and Galatea and having G comment that he wants his little sister to read it, and then later on commenting how awesome and weird and amazing it must be to menstruate and how the poem almost gave him an insight into that.** 4. Leaving the car as Nerdtron and Galatea were arguing (loudly, ARGUING) the tragedy that G, as a man, will never be able to experience the physicality of bearing a child, with NT contending that the emotional attachment they will bear to their children will be as great, and G insisting that missing out on the 9-months of inbody dwelling are pivotal life experiences that he is seriously choked about missing out on in this current incarnation. **and then later still having Mandolin Boy request a copy for his 13- and 19-year old sisters. (And yes, you can thank me for the helpful footnote insertion there that kept everything all chronological-stylz. Hooray! I avoided a tangeant!) Final Breath meditation
(But of course, I lied, because this link NEEDS to be put up here.
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