Exploring the limits

While reading Zami, I first failed to acknowledge that I had any personal connections to Audre Lorde experiences at all. And that’s where I made my first mistake. I personally do not think that there is anyone who could not relate to the themes found in this book.

As young adults and college students, we take this time to explore things we’ve never gotten to explore before whether that be with drugs, sex, music, clothes, knowledge or any type of experimentation you’d be interested in. We make mistakes, and we learn and grow from them (or you don’t). With these next chapters, this is exactly what Lorde seems to be doing. Lorde seems to struggle the most with her isolation during her youth but grows confidence and acceptance as she grows older. Going to college, moving out, getting a job, Dealing with the suicide of her first love Gennie and carrying the memory of her where ever she goes, Getting pregnant at a young age, Having an abortion, the list goes on and that’s what I feel is so beautiful and connecting about Audre Lorde’s writing, she allows you to connect with her experiences. She creates this person who deals with so many obstacles and you can’t object or hate her for it because the experiences are so real!

As a gay boy, I expected to read this book and find very minimal connections to any part of this book and I was completely wrong. Audre Lorde just continues to capture my attention with these life experiences or moments that are filled with such emotions that are just so real you just cant pull away from the book. This is by far my favorite book of the semester and I look forward to seeing how this ends.

On a completely different note, I found a very small detail within the book that I found very interesting and I wanted to get different opinions on what the possible reason for certain spelling choices Lorde makes within her biomythography symbolize. I first noticed in chapter 10 page 69 that the word America was spelled with a lowercase “a” instead of a capitalized one and then reading further she does the same with the word America. She only does this with America, when she mentions any other country, she will capitalize the name. I just found this very interesting and I formulated a possible reason but wanted to get other opinions.    

-Johnny Benavidez

Response to ZAMI

“Be kind today my sweet boy and pray for those who are unkind for you. Now get out and go learn boy.”

I remember my mom telling me this most every school morning as I eagerly jumped out of our gold minivan to run inside to my friends. My naive young self never did realize how serious my mothers sayings were. I was foolish to the harsh realities of the world. I never saw the turned up brows or heard the scoffs thrown in my families’ direction as my white mother walked through the H-E-B with her three mixed children. All I knew is that if my sisters and I kept listening to our walkmen and didn’t make a scene we would all get to pick a piece of candy when it was time to check out. I never had to deal with much of anything thanks to my mother’s protective reign. Where we went to school, what neighborhood was safest, where we would shop. Everything move she made was made with my sisters’ and my own safety in mind. And, because of this, I never really understood why my mother was so afraid. Her careful planning kept me away from the evils of racism of which she knew. I had friends of every color growing up, not that I knew it at the time. We were all just kids playing together. I never had to deal with much any racism in the way my parents did.

When my mother was 18 she announced to her mother, my future grandmother, that she was in love with my father, a black man. Hours later she was out the door, 3 suitcases in hand, completely disowned. My mothers first personal experience with racism came from the woman who gave her life. 

As I flipped through this novel I found it so easy to connect with on a personal level because my parents went through the same things in regards to racism. As Audre recalled moments of her mother protecting her from the cruelness of the world, I too recalled specific moments of my mother protecting me from a hurt she knew all too well.    

When I grew older I questioned my mothers protectiveness. My life was so easy, ya know? I never had any real experience with racism and in my mind she was being paranoid. Upon entering high school she gave me my first day of school speech and, of course, reminded me that there were dumb people out there that would have ignorant things to say, but before she could finish I cut her off. “I get it!” I remember screaming, “You tell me the same thing all the time and it is so annoying!” I don’t know where it came from, to quote the greatest movie of our generation, “it was like word vomit,” and  I instantly regretted it because crossing my mother was and still is something no one should do. Expecting a quick slap I remember trying to brace myself without looking like I was on the off chance that she somehow wasn’t about to kill me, which, to my surprise, she didn’t. She starred at me for an almost uncomfortable amount of time and then very calmly went up the stairs to her room returning a few moments later with a old box i hadn’t seen before in her hands. She rifled through it for a moment and then placed a picture in my hand that appeared to be a portrait of her at the age of 20 after she had been in a severe fight. I had seen some pretty raunchy fights at school, but there was something about seeing my mom with chunks of her hair missing, gashes on her face, and blood dripping from her nose that made me uncomfortable to the point of feeling physically weak. 

“You know what happened?” She asked in a way that really said, “You’re about to feel like a dumb bitch for going off on me, young boy.” 

“What?” I uttered.

“When your father and I moved in together for the first time I got my ass beat by the group of girls that lived above us.” She didn’t have to say why because we both knew. “I know you don’t always want to hear what I have to say, but I say the things I do for a reason. You may not want to hear my words, but you’re going to and you’re going to respect them because I’m the only person in this world who cares about you every second of every day.”

I love this book because I see myself and my mother in it time and time again.  

Ps, the movie of our generation is Mean Girls. Deal with it. 

Zami: A New Spelling of My Name by Audre Lorde

There is something about this particular author that is very endearing. She is real and she captures your attention with her extremely detailed descriptions of her life in this “biomythography”. In the first 11 chapters of the book, you get an understanding of how Audre grew up and her experiences as a child. Growing up in the WWII era in New York City, her parents were immigrants from Grenada. Audre describes herself when she is a child as being “fat, Black, nearly blind, and ambidextrous in a West Indian Household” (24). She is teased and called names for being different. Even within her family, she feels like the oddball. I feel like a lot of people can relate to being the black sheep of the family and feeling isolated to others around them, which helps in connecting more with the book. Her two sisters, Phyllis and Helen, are very close in age and have a bond that is not shared with Audre. She longs for companionship. Audre faces the harsh reality of racism, especially in school. It angered me to read about how she was treated in class and how her teachers (which were nuns) thought of her as below them. 

           

            On the topic of sexuality, Audre explains some very interesting feelings and observations. Her feelings towards her mother are sometimes questionable and confusing. In a way, I feel like Sigmund Freud’s Oedipus complex comes into play here. Audre admires her mother; however, in her recollections and descriptions of her mother aren’t the norm. For example, “Years afterward when I was grown, whenever I thought about the way I smelled that day…I would have a fantasy of my mother…looking down upon me lying on the couch, and then slowly, thoroughly, our touching and caressing each other’s most secret places” (78). This parallels with her memory of Toni. At four years old, Toni sparks Audre’s curiosity. This part in the book is a little mind-boggling for me. It is extremely erotic for the inner monologue of a 4-year-old. Wanting to “undress” and “touch” isn’t exactly what’s on the agenda for the average toddler. But perhaps her admiration for her mother as well as this new curiosity with Toni is the budding growth of Audre’s sexuality and love for women. The meaning of "Zami" is women who work together as friends and lovers! When she first menstruates at 15, she embraces her womanhood. She explains, “My body felt new and special and unfamiliar and suspect all at the same time. (77). As a woman, I appreciate this adoration for fellow women. It is a bond, a sisterhood that makes me happy. I’m anxious to keep reading about her endeavors further on in the book. 

-Peri Boylan

"The Empire Strikes Back" - an elegant response to an inelegant attack

I cannot help but think back to that first day in class when we chose about which article we were going to blog. I can admit I selected this one simply for its slightly misleading title, but on reflection I am glad I did because transsexualism is likely the topic with which I am least familiar on our syllabus. Very early in the reading (and the title) it states that this text is a counter-argument to another text, so wanting to get both sides of the story, I also read The Transsexual Empire: the Making of the She-Male by Janice Raymond. While the authors are clearly at odds on some issues, surprisingly more often that not common ground could be found between the two.

            Sandy Stone is a transgender scholar often credited as a founder of modern transgender studies. Additionally, she established the ACTLab here in the unversity’s Radio-Television-Film department in 1993. Stone’s work with Olivia Records, an all-women recording company is that with which Raymond takes offense. As a very adamant lesbian-feminist, she says in no uncertain terms “transsexuals are not equal to women and are not our peers” (Raymond 117) and quotes a male-to-female transsexual several times throughout who claims that being “free from the chains of menstruation and child-bearing, transsexual women are obviously far superior” (Raymond 117). Whereas Raymond’s text came across as something that should be shouted from a pulpit while banging one’s fist repeatedly (an image she is partly responsible for creating by relating modern day medical procedures for gender reassignment surgery to the medical practices of Nazi Germany), Stone’s text identifies many of the same problems Raymond highlights but presents them in a less off putting manner.

            Common to both texts is that society is largely at fault for creating a feeling of gender dysphoria. Because gender roles are so rigidly enforced, one is not allowed to express gender inappropriate behavior. Stone highlights this by presenting four (auto)biographical cases of transsexual transformation. In each, a “binary, oppositional mode of gender identification” (Stone 225) is reinforced. Raymond takes this a step further and presents studies that show “transsexuals are more what the culture expects women to be than are those who were born female” (Raymond 80). It is precisely this behavior with which Raymond takes the most offense; she believes that rather than attempting to combat sex-role stereotyping, those than undergo gender reassignment only serve to further and perpetuate such stereotypes. Stone acknowledges this is a problem, especially in a group whose ultimate goal is to “pass” or blend into society in their new role without being discovered, thus ending any further discussion to be had. Stone visualizes a future in which transsexuals allow themselves to be known so that a discourse could be opened challenging socially accepted gender norms. Raymond has a much more pessimistic outlook, believing that because it is so difficult to affect change on a social level, transsexuality is focused on as an individual problem which prevents the large-scale change for which feminists hope.

            Stone concluded with a powerful statement to this effect, “although individual change is the foundation of all things, it is not the end of all things. Perhaps it’s time to begin laying the groundwork for the next transformation” (Stone 232). I could not help but think of the slogan “we’re here, we’re queer, get used to it” while reading Raymond’s book. While both texts raised legitimate concerns, Stone’s positivity allowed for a much more honest connection with what she had to say than I could establish with Raymond’s. It truly is a credit to Stone’s character that she could respond with an argument so elegantly without having to stoop to vicious rhetoric and personal attacks; if I had to side with one or the other with regards to who had transcended stereotypical bickering that surrounds a divisive issue in society, I would without a doubt side with Sandy Stone.  

Works Cited

Raymond, Janice. The Transexual Empire: the Making of the She-Male. Boston: Beacon Press, 1979. Print

Stone, Sandy. “The Empire Strikes Back”. The Transgender Studies Reader. Ed. Susan Stryker and Stephen Whittle. New York: Routledge, 1987. 221-235. Print.

love conjure/blues

Comment below on love conjure/blues, now that you've read the entire work.

So pick that guitar up, and come back to yourself, so you can be free.

"I will carry on/ I will come back/ I will grow more powerful/ I will remember"

            “Love conjure/ Blues” is  a seething mess of emotion and thoughts and events that all run together into something that is almost indecipherable at times.  However, I think it is a perfect way to portray the characters and the desperate nature of their experiences. 

            The language itself was baffling, and reminded me of having to read “Huckleberry Finn” aloud to myself during high school, which was the only way I could comprehend Jim’s dialect.    Even though this is clearly not academic English, I think this was a way for the author to fully submerse the reader in the experiences she was having and help to include the reader in every way possible.  As for the culture itself, I was at a loss, finding myself almost completely unable to relate to the language spoken and the particular events happening around these people. 

            My favorite aspect, however, was the consistent underlying theme of  characters being forced to confront their own flaws.  Only then could they conquer their pasts.  On page 59, Red asks Peachy for help with her dreams, and Peachy confronts Red about her “gotdamn evil ass heart,” and later says, “I can’t go back/but I sure as hell can move forward”(59-60).  In my absolute favorite scene in the book, Lushy takes Bettye outside of the nightclub to beg to get her back; “Fo all the ways I acted a fool and I know I was wrong/ and I was sho nuff wrong/ for fucking change bettye. I am sorry honey. I am sorry,” (66-67).  The entire speech was moving, and the last lines sum it up pretty well.  He needed to be honest about himself before he could make someone else happy.

            A great thing about this kind of literature is that, hopefully, everyone can find a character or event and be able to relate to it personally.  When I read this book, I instantly thought of something I wrote about a year ago.

Hands.

They are not perfect, these hands of mine.

They seem to have aged past my years, past what youth

Hurtling into an unsteady world of adulthood that I often don’t understand

Dirty fingernails, scars criss-cross their backs

They have been there for me, though. They are mine.

Dusted off my shoulders

Lifted me out of places I should have never been

And other places where many hands go

They have worked, they have sweat

Clumsily running a brush over canvas

Flicking the butt of my guilty habit

Packing, unpacking. Never sure of where they will end up

And they have held other hands

Hands of mother and father, hands of loved ones

Some that were not right for them

This is only very first part of the poem, but I wrote it for myself, because I could feel the weight of my troubles bearing down on me.  At some point, you have to look at yourself for exactly what you are, and accept the good with the bad.  This book absolutely struck that chord for me.  Every character was tragic in their own way, and they each had their own struggle.  Bridgforth takes these struggles and makes them triumphant, which is one of the best things a person can do for their self.

Gay is the new black

Gay is the new black

 “Racial liberation is configured as politics of the past, while queer liberalism is configured as politics of the present.” (Kinship pg. 28)

The section of “The imaginary waiting room of history” of David L. Eng’s The feeling of Kinship brings attention to the potential negative drawbacks the emergence of queer liberalism has on racial liberation. By stating that the LGBTQ community is the “new black” implies that the struggle for racial liberation is “deemed a completed project” and has been settled. It claims that we now live in a “so-called colorblind age” where issues of racism and anti-miscegenation are no longer present and fails to recognize the continued existence of racial oppression.

I found this interesting because it evident to me that racial liberation, despite of all the progression it has made, still has a long way to go and is by no means a thing of the past. In fact, I question whether it will ever truly be resolved. Take women’s rights for example, according to what is written on the books, women were granted social equality but to this day we still only make 77 cents to the dollar. Blacks still face discrimination and one day when a new group of marginalized individuals capture the media’s attention gays will still continue to endure discrimination in one way or another. In addition, I really appreciated that Eng brought up that the case of Lawrence should not solely be thought of as a victory for the queer community but also for the black community because the same-sex couple being criminalized for conducting in sodomy were of different race. 

Work Cited:

Eng, David L. "The Law of Kinship." (n.d.): n. pag. Print.