I realize this is not a new sentiment.
In two weeks I’m going into the studio for the first half of the record. I am excited. I am nervous. I’m trying to write a couple more songs before I get there. WE SHALL SEE.
I’ve been continuing my self-cultural-anthropology and going back to various books/tv shows/musicians that have been important to me throughout my life, but that I have abandoned because they weren’t “cool.” This basically led to a four hour period this weekend where I was weeping while listening to Gordon Lightfoot and Stan Rogers. Also, I’ve been rewatching the L Word, which we can all agree is a terrible show but was a big part of my development as a gay lady. (Can I mention the sheer unbelievability of Jenny getting a story in “Best American Short Stories”? SHE IS A TERRIBLE WRITER.)
It’s fall and it’s beautiful. I moved into my own house this summer and so I’m becoming acquainted with a whole new set of trees. There’s this Japanese Maple in my backyard that’s just starting to change and it’s blowing my mind.
I’ve been feeling homesick lately, even though I love Portland. Not homesick for Chicago, but for Michigan, and the dumb snowy winters and the lakes and the woods and the corn. I feel jealous of the people who were able to stay. I’m mourning the time I thought I’d be able to move back.
In a blog post this week, Imogen Binnie had some really important stuff to say about the queer “community” and its treatment of trans women and about glorifying heroes who have done fucked up things without acknowledging those fucked up things (ie, how so so many people worship Kathleen Hanna but neglect to address the fact that Le Tigre played Michfest twice, thereby tacitly endorsing the WBW policy and have never apologized, Queen Kathleen included.)
Read the full piece here. Seriously, go now. This piece is part of her work with Maximum Rocknroll. You can read more of those columns on her blog and can also check out the zines she has written via her Etsy store. Additionally, she is the author of Nevada, a novel recently published by Topside Press, an independent press dedicated to publishing authentic transgender narratives.
— Dean Young, The Art of Recklessness, p. 83-84
You have to love the work enough to do the work, and then you have to let go and send it out and let it be what it will be in the world.
Exactly what I needed to read today.
Today there’s an article up on Slate about the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival.
"I think our current challenge is to encourage young women to come to festival. So many of them are choosing not to come based on their political beliefs about including transwomen, without ever having spent time on the land. We need to find a way to encourage them to come and make a decision based on their experience."
I am sure I would love the festival. I am sure it would be a really great time. But unless ALL WOMEN are allowed to attend, I’m not going. What’s the argument here? "If you would just come you would stop caring about the fact that your friends can’t come. You would see how awesome it is and totally not feel guilty every minute for its discriminatory practices." This whole “we just want space for women-born-women” rap is a transphobic copout. No thanks. Anyone know of any better, inclusive, non-hierarchical festivals?
Sometimes, the worst thing about being chronically ill is not even the disease itself - but the way it changes your definition of who you are. The healthy you is gone, replaced by the sick you and now you have to figure out how to live.
Martha Grover wrote this really great piece about being chronically ill and a member of a community. Martha is a fantastic writer/awesome person. You should also buy her book on Emily Books.