Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (
azurelunatic) wrote2011-01-19 04:02 am
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(Old stuff) December 3-6, 2010 - Mostly Prop8 and unchallenged Christian privilege
Thursday, December 3
I regrouped and caught up with sleep and internet.
Friday, December 4
A friend had a question about a rule of the Yuletide fanfiction gift exchange. While I wasn't participating in Yuletide (this year, nor in past years), I recalled that there was a Yuletide IRC channel, so I hopped in to ask. This would prove to be my undoing as far as a certain amount of spare time went. I re-connected with an old friend from the Academy! I was delighted!
I also finished reading Omnitopia: Dawn, and I declare it a one-handkerchief book.
Sunday, December 5
I wasn't very productive. I fell asleep very early in the evening, and managed to miss the Thank Goodness It's Over party for NaNoWriMo in the SF Bay Area. I was regretful to have missed that.
Monday, December 6
I tried a heath potion (energy drink) and considered the concept that I might be sufficiently averse to all common artificial sweeteners that I was simply unable to drink energy drinks using them even when I knew what I was drinking and was willing to consume artificial sweetener.
The case against California's hateful Proposition 8 (the one that has already been ruled unconstitutional at the state level) has gone up to district level. Accordingly, there was a rally around the district courthouse steps. I was already awake, so I went ahead and went down there, with one of my little whiteboards in my bag, and some whiteboard markers. I made a "Marriage is Love" sign, because it's nice to see some classic memes revived.
There was some hatemonger driving around the block in a hatemobile with hateposters all over it. I blew him a kiss. The "love the whole world" thing can be really annoying to others. There was some guy across the street, heckling with a bullhorn. I smiled and waved at him, and held up my Marriage Is Love sign, and that made him really mad. He shouted things at me. I kept on smiling and laughing, because really? he thought that calling me a lesbian was a) insulting me, or b) even accurate?
People were there, quite a few wonderful friendly people, all excited and up a bit too early, and bewildered by the h8ers and the representatives from NOM (but I repeat myself). There were reporters all over, and I lost track of the number of times people took my picture and interviewed me. There were some really adorable high school newspaper reporters.
In situations where there are hatemongers about issues that are important to me, I will often choose to engage. This says something about my base level of shit-stirring, which is something for me to ponder.
Eventually the hearing started, and people started going in, but I decided it was time to go home. I hadn't had enough sleep, and there were just too many people.
On the way home, I realized that I'd just witnessed an instance of unchallenged Christian privilege in my own actions. By law, church and state are separate in the United States. I am not Christian. I was Christian-by-default in my youth, and then briefly tried to be actively Christian-by-choice in my early teens, but have been Pagan since my mid-to-late teens. I am sufficiently out of the broom closet that pretty much the only people who are not at least passively aware that I am pagan, including random guys on the street, are prospective employers at job interviews. So why on earth was I attempting to frame my objection to these wacknuts in terms of their own religion? Their religion does not apply to me. Their religion does not apply to the whole country. It's irrelevant whether they're interpreting it correctly or whether they're off the spiritual deep end and will be forever isolated from their own deity due to the hatred they harbor in their hearts. It is politically irrelevant. Um, way to join the 21st century, Miss Lunatic.
Then I wrestled with my sleep schedule, staying awake until a decent bedtime and then crashing.
I regrouped and caught up with sleep and internet.
Friday, December 4
A friend had a question about a rule of the Yuletide fanfiction gift exchange. While I wasn't participating in Yuletide (this year, nor in past years), I recalled that there was a Yuletide IRC channel, so I hopped in to ask. This would prove to be my undoing as far as a certain amount of spare time went. I re-connected with an old friend from the Academy! I was delighted!
I also finished reading Omnitopia: Dawn, and I declare it a one-handkerchief book.
Sunday, December 5
I wasn't very productive. I fell asleep very early in the evening, and managed to miss the Thank Goodness It's Over party for NaNoWriMo in the SF Bay Area. I was regretful to have missed that.
Monday, December 6
I tried a heath potion (energy drink) and considered the concept that I might be sufficiently averse to all common artificial sweeteners that I was simply unable to drink energy drinks using them even when I knew what I was drinking and was willing to consume artificial sweetener.
The case against California's hateful Proposition 8 (the one that has already been ruled unconstitutional at the state level) has gone up to district level. Accordingly, there was a rally around the district courthouse steps. I was already awake, so I went ahead and went down there, with one of my little whiteboards in my bag, and some whiteboard markers. I made a "Marriage is Love" sign, because it's nice to see some classic memes revived.
There was some hatemonger driving around the block in a hatemobile with hateposters all over it. I blew him a kiss. The "love the whole world" thing can be really annoying to others. There was some guy across the street, heckling with a bullhorn. I smiled and waved at him, and held up my Marriage Is Love sign, and that made him really mad. He shouted things at me. I kept on smiling and laughing, because really? he thought that calling me a lesbian was a) insulting me, or b) even accurate?
People were there, quite a few wonderful friendly people, all excited and up a bit too early, and bewildered by the h8ers and the representatives from NOM (but I repeat myself). There were reporters all over, and I lost track of the number of times people took my picture and interviewed me. There were some really adorable high school newspaper reporters.
In situations where there are hatemongers about issues that are important to me, I will often choose to engage. This says something about my base level of shit-stirring, which is something for me to ponder.
Eventually the hearing started, and people started going in, but I decided it was time to go home. I hadn't had enough sleep, and there were just too many people.
On the way home, I realized that I'd just witnessed an instance of unchallenged Christian privilege in my own actions. By law, church and state are separate in the United States. I am not Christian. I was Christian-by-default in my youth, and then briefly tried to be actively Christian-by-choice in my early teens, but have been Pagan since my mid-to-late teens. I am sufficiently out of the broom closet that pretty much the only people who are not at least passively aware that I am pagan, including random guys on the street, are prospective employers at job interviews. So why on earth was I attempting to frame my objection to these wacknuts in terms of their own religion? Their religion does not apply to me. Their religion does not apply to the whole country. It's irrelevant whether they're interpreting it correctly or whether they're off the spiritual deep end and will be forever isolated from their own deity due to the hatred they harbor in their hearts. It is politically irrelevant. Um, way to join the 21st century, Miss Lunatic.
Then I wrestled with my sleep schedule, staying awake until a decent bedtime and then crashing.

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I wonder whether this was simply a communication strategy.
After all, there's no legally-mandated official language in the US, yet you chose to fram your objection to those wacknuts in the English language - presumably so that they would more easily understand your objection.
So you weren't necessarily saying "this is my justification for my actions" but were trying to communicate to them in a way that they could understand why they should reconsider their views.
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A good verbal reframing will at least deprive certain people of their pre-established arguments against; in some cases, a reframing will force them to think in new ways, to examine their preconceptions about what relationships are or should be, about how marriage actually works in reality.
That sort of reframing is difficult because of course it requires an internal paradigm shift first. I also don't think that reframing is always necessary: sometimes you meet people where you find them. But sometimes the terms of argument they're using are simply inadequate and so you bring in others.
Not sure how you'd do that in the context of arguing in favor of legalizing same-sex monogamous marriage; practice is often more difficult in theory.
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It's also about what sort of relationships are normatized and *have words for them*. I recall an asexual person in my circle (blanking on the name right now, aaargh!) discussing the need for a term for the intense emotional, non-sexual relationships they and other asexual people pursue. For example. And one of my frustration is that in common usage the category of friend is very broad. Terms like "BFF" and "acquaintance" don't begin to cover the sheer diversity. In our culture, monogamous het marriage is presented as the ultimate relationship to which all must aspire - Christianity is part of that, but hardly the only thing. It makes it hard to even imagine other relationship models to aspire to: I know there's something I really want, but I don't have a clear image in my head of what it is, much less a neat little term for it (uh, not that "marriage" is a neat term).
I don't think it's essentially Christian to prioritize the marriage relationship over all others. In the Victorian era*, same-sex friendships for both (the two commonly recognized) genders and sibling relationships were expected to be intense, even more so than marriage (at least in the middle class; I'm sure there were class-based wrinkles to that). Probably someone who knows more about relevant social history would have more examples of relationships that have been valorized in Christian-dominated cultures.
*The Victorian era may not have been across the board more Christian than our current era in the US, but it certainly was a time of near-unchecked supremacy of Christianity.
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I think a decent part of it is that I was present for so much of the actual hearing last year, and the arguments in there covered the offensively basic points, like the "yes, same-sex people build family units and use marriage to cement kinship bonds between extended family just like heterosexual people, and civil unions just do not cover that, go piss up a rope", and "Partner is an awfully clinical and ambiguous term to use to describe the most important person in your life, and no matter if your queer social circles know what it means, your grandmother's social circles are likely to be hella confused" -- and the people out on the street with bullhorns just do not give a fuck.
I want to use their own internal inconsistencies to wound them as deeply as they're trying to hurt us. And by every religious principle I hold dear, they will be damned to the fires of their own loathing after death, and yet I find that insufficient. I want to hurt them in this life too.
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I've decided that if I ever have kids, they are so getting pulled from any "science" lesson that mentions creationism, on the grounds that it is both religiously and scientifically offensive to me.