I hope that the end of this year brings you fulfillment and that the coming year brings you hope, and that you will always find peace and happiness. Thanks for reading! (I can't believe this blog is almost three and a half years old already!)
31 December 2011
23 December 2011
Another Holiday--With Rest and Relaxation, I Hope
At Mom and Dad's again, for Christmas. This year, I'm not staying until the New Year, as I did when I came last Christmas. But it might be tempting to stay longer: Today's weather--and ocean temperature--were reminiscent of summer at the Jersey shore. It's not that I love warm weather in winter, or hate the cold: Staying may just give me some more time bike riding, or outdoors generally. The only thing is that the bike I'll ride isn't my own, and, save for Mom and Dad, nothing else about this place is mine.
I wonder, too, whether this stay will lower my blood pressure. It's been high enough that my doctor recommended medication, which I hate. He said my condition might be the result of various stresses in my life. I answered some work-related e-mails just before I started writing; maybe I should put any new ones on "hold" until the New Year. I mean, there's not much I can do about work-related stuff right now, anyway.
Plus, another situation I mentioned in an earlier post couldn't have been helping matters. If he's so affected my health, that's reason enough not to have him in my life. My new life wasn't supposed to be so dominated by his abuse and harassment.
Enough about him. I hope the rest of you have a restful and fulfilling (Are they contradictory?) holiday!
I wonder, too, whether this stay will lower my blood pressure. It's been high enough that my doctor recommended medication, which I hate. He said my condition might be the result of various stresses in my life. I answered some work-related e-mails just before I started writing; maybe I should put any new ones on "hold" until the New Year. I mean, there's not much I can do about work-related stuff right now, anyway.
Plus, another situation I mentioned in an earlier post couldn't have been helping matters. If he's so affected my health, that's reason enough not to have him in my life. My new life wasn't supposed to be so dominated by his abuse and harassment.
Enough about him. I hope the rest of you have a restful and fulfilling (Are they contradictory?) holiday!
07 December 2011
Dow Down, Rape Up
Some of my students at York College are social work majors. Others work for City agencies, including the Department of Education and the Office of Human Resources. Ever since the city and country have tumbled through a recession and into a depression, they have been telling me that there has been more domestic violence. It's not hard to see what they mean: I have heard more and more stories about it from acquaintances and through various grapevines.
Now, it seems, the level of violence against women (which is what most of those domestic violence cases are) has escalated. Instead of conducting it behind closed doors, more and more of it is happening on the streets and in other public areas. None of the female students I talk to, especially those who enter or leave the campus after dark, feels safe. Several have told me about men who tried to sexually attack them; others have told me about people they know who were attacked. And, if my experience is any indication of anything, I think at least a couple of those women are telling "proxy" stories, if you will: They themselves may have been attacked, or have somehow escaped an attempted attack but, for a variety of reasons, didn't want to say that they were so victimized. Also, nearly every researcher in this area reports that sexual assault is one of the most under-reported crimes.
Now I've found out that in an area not far from where I live, a young woman was raped by three young men as she walked home from work in the wee hours of Sunday morning. They dragged her into a parking lot in an industrial area of Long Island City, in the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge. The particular spot where she was attacked is all but deserted most nights and weekends after workers go home, but the area around it is developing into a trendy residential area. It is closer to Manhattan's East Side and Midtown than any place outside Manhattan, and the neighborhood offers unparalleled views of the UN, Empire State Building and other landmarks. I sometimes ride or walk down that way for those reasons; also PS 1, a well-known art exhibition space located in a former public school, is just steps away.
What angers--but, unfortunately, doesn't surprise--me is the way some have responded to it. Some have expressed and given support to the victims, but others--mainly in comments left in response to online stories of the incident--say, in essence, that she "had it coming to her." Some insinuated that any woman walking through that area at the hour she was attacked must have been a prostitute, or was breaking the law in some other way. Just from the standpoint of logic, such a response is offensive: After all, do people say that people who drive too fast, sell marijuana or commit other kinds of low-level crime "deserve" to be the victims of violent sexual assault? Of course, the assumption that the young woman was a "street walker" is equally offensive. News reports said that she lived and worked nearby; my guess is that she was a waitress in one of the bars or diners within blocks of the site or, perhaps, was dancing in one of the clubs. People who do those kinds of work often are going home at three, four or five in the morning. (In fact, I've had students who came from such jobs to morning classes I taught!)
The thing is, getting raped--or simply living a life that is, in various ways, shaped by the threat of such crimes--has absolutely nothing to do with one's age, physical attractiveness or actual or perceived economic status. It's all a matter of domination and control. Since my transition, and especially since my surgery, I can see that some men see women's bodies and wills as things to be controlled and dominated--or broken, if we won't submit. When such men lose whatever "grip" they have on the world--for example, when they lose their jobs--or when they never had that "grip" in the first place, they get angry. And they turn that anger on women, gays, transgenders, members of races or nationalities or religions other than their own, or anyone whom they feel is not in his or her "place."
Of course, one of the problems with acting on such (mis-) perceptions is that the people such men attack are, as often as not, little if any better off than they are. If the young woman who was attacked was walking home from a job as a waitress or dancer, she probably wasn't making very much money and wasn't much, if at all, in a better social or economic position than those young men. Furthermore, whatever she has, she didn't get by taking anything away from those guys. They never would have gotten whatever job she was working; even if they could have had it, they probably wouldn't have taken it, or wouldn't have lasted more than a week in it. (I've worked in a coffee shop and know how frustrating it can be to deal with customers!)
Naturally, I feel sympathy for the young woman who was attacked. I also feel very, very worried, for I can't help but to think "there's more where that came from." I hope that there isn't, but if economic conditions continue to deteriorate, I don't know what will stop the tide of violence against women from swelling. Meantime, I advise my female students, co-workers and friends to be very, very careful. Then again, I don't think most of them need to be told that.
Now, it seems, the level of violence against women (which is what most of those domestic violence cases are) has escalated. Instead of conducting it behind closed doors, more and more of it is happening on the streets and in other public areas. None of the female students I talk to, especially those who enter or leave the campus after dark, feels safe. Several have told me about men who tried to sexually attack them; others have told me about people they know who were attacked. And, if my experience is any indication of anything, I think at least a couple of those women are telling "proxy" stories, if you will: They themselves may have been attacked, or have somehow escaped an attempted attack but, for a variety of reasons, didn't want to say that they were so victimized. Also, nearly every researcher in this area reports that sexual assault is one of the most under-reported crimes.
Now I've found out that in an area not far from where I live, a young woman was raped by three young men as she walked home from work in the wee hours of Sunday morning. They dragged her into a parking lot in an industrial area of Long Island City, in the shadow of the Queensborough Bridge. The particular spot where she was attacked is all but deserted most nights and weekends after workers go home, but the area around it is developing into a trendy residential area. It is closer to Manhattan's East Side and Midtown than any place outside Manhattan, and the neighborhood offers unparalleled views of the UN, Empire State Building and other landmarks. I sometimes ride or walk down that way for those reasons; also PS 1, a well-known art exhibition space located in a former public school, is just steps away.
What angers--but, unfortunately, doesn't surprise--me is the way some have responded to it. Some have expressed and given support to the victims, but others--mainly in comments left in response to online stories of the incident--say, in essence, that she "had it coming to her." Some insinuated that any woman walking through that area at the hour she was attacked must have been a prostitute, or was breaking the law in some other way. Just from the standpoint of logic, such a response is offensive: After all, do people say that people who drive too fast, sell marijuana or commit other kinds of low-level crime "deserve" to be the victims of violent sexual assault? Of course, the assumption that the young woman was a "street walker" is equally offensive. News reports said that she lived and worked nearby; my guess is that she was a waitress in one of the bars or diners within blocks of the site or, perhaps, was dancing in one of the clubs. People who do those kinds of work often are going home at three, four or five in the morning. (In fact, I've had students who came from such jobs to morning classes I taught!)
The thing is, getting raped--or simply living a life that is, in various ways, shaped by the threat of such crimes--has absolutely nothing to do with one's age, physical attractiveness or actual or perceived economic status. It's all a matter of domination and control. Since my transition, and especially since my surgery, I can see that some men see women's bodies and wills as things to be controlled and dominated--or broken, if we won't submit. When such men lose whatever "grip" they have on the world--for example, when they lose their jobs--or when they never had that "grip" in the first place, they get angry. And they turn that anger on women, gays, transgenders, members of races or nationalities or religions other than their own, or anyone whom they feel is not in his or her "place."
Of course, one of the problems with acting on such (mis-) perceptions is that the people such men attack are, as often as not, little if any better off than they are. If the young woman who was attacked was walking home from a job as a waitress or dancer, she probably wasn't making very much money and wasn't much, if at all, in a better social or economic position than those young men. Furthermore, whatever she has, she didn't get by taking anything away from those guys. They never would have gotten whatever job she was working; even if they could have had it, they probably wouldn't have taken it, or wouldn't have lasted more than a week in it. (I've worked in a coffee shop and know how frustrating it can be to deal with customers!)
Naturally, I feel sympathy for the young woman who was attacked. I also feel very, very worried, for I can't help but to think "there's more where that came from." I hope that there isn't, but if economic conditions continue to deteriorate, I don't know what will stop the tide of violence against women from swelling. Meantime, I advise my female students, co-workers and friends to be very, very careful. Then again, I don't think most of them need to be told that.
05 December 2011
Alan Sues
As you may have heard by now, Alan Sues has died.
Like many other people, I first learned of him from his performances on Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In." My family and I watched it every week. I was a very young child then, so I didn't "get" a lot of the jokes or the visual or other kinds of humor that was in some of the show's rapid-fire sketches. However, I found myself liking Alan Sues, and some of the other performers on the show, even if I didn't quite understand their characters. It may have been the first time I had such a reaction to a TV program.
At that time, I had no idea of what "gay" or "lesbian" meant, though I had some idea that I wasn't, and never could be, the boy that I was told I was, and was conditioned to be. I also had the sense that I would never grow into a man, at least not one who in any way resembled the ones I saw, whether in person or in the movies or on TV. As far as I know, the only thing people in my school, neighborhood or any part of my community knew about gender variance was that Christine Jorgensen had the "sex change operation." (For a long time afterward, that's about all I would know, either.) To be fair, most people I knew were limited by their experiences, which did not even allow them to conceptualize any other sort of experience but the ones they, their parents and their parents had lived. It was a blue-collar neighborhood; most of the men left it only to fulfill their military service and many of the women never left it at all. And their parents and grandparents knew only the "old country" until they came here. Actually, about all they knew about the "old country" was the neighborhood or village they came from. When they came to this country, they settled in that neighborhood, among people who came from the same sets of circumstances as theirs.
Although I didn't have a vocabulary, or any other way to articulate it, at the time, I understood that Sues and other "Laugh-In" performers like Lily Tomlin were living as men and women very different from the ones I was accustomed to seeing. I realized that Sues was not "masculine" or "manly" in the ways, it seemed, that I was expected to grow into and the men were expected to be. Likewise, although she didn't "come out" for many more years--and I wouldn't have understood what that meant, anyway--I sensed that Lily Tomlin wasn't going to fall in love with some guy, get married and have a bunch of kids. For that matter, I wouldn't have expected such things of even the show's seemingly-straight performers like Goldie Hawn and Joanne Worley.
As far as I know, Sues never officially "came out," either. But his "flamboyance" (It seems that everything written about him uses that word in reference to him.) showed me, and other people, that maleness and femaleness--and sexuality--weren't the neat, precise categories that had been presented to us by our families, schools and communities. Plus, even when I didn't understand the jokes, his sketches and the show were a lot of fun.
Like many other people, I first learned of him from his performances on Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In." My family and I watched it every week. I was a very young child then, so I didn't "get" a lot of the jokes or the visual or other kinds of humor that was in some of the show's rapid-fire sketches. However, I found myself liking Alan Sues, and some of the other performers on the show, even if I didn't quite understand their characters. It may have been the first time I had such a reaction to a TV program.
At that time, I had no idea of what "gay" or "lesbian" meant, though I had some idea that I wasn't, and never could be, the boy that I was told I was, and was conditioned to be. I also had the sense that I would never grow into a man, at least not one who in any way resembled the ones I saw, whether in person or in the movies or on TV. As far as I know, the only thing people in my school, neighborhood or any part of my community knew about gender variance was that Christine Jorgensen had the "sex change operation." (For a long time afterward, that's about all I would know, either.) To be fair, most people I knew were limited by their experiences, which did not even allow them to conceptualize any other sort of experience but the ones they, their parents and their parents had lived. It was a blue-collar neighborhood; most of the men left it only to fulfill their military service and many of the women never left it at all. And their parents and grandparents knew only the "old country" until they came here. Actually, about all they knew about the "old country" was the neighborhood or village they came from. When they came to this country, they settled in that neighborhood, among people who came from the same sets of circumstances as theirs.
Although I didn't have a vocabulary, or any other way to articulate it, at the time, I understood that Sues and other "Laugh-In" performers like Lily Tomlin were living as men and women very different from the ones I was accustomed to seeing. I realized that Sues was not "masculine" or "manly" in the ways, it seemed, that I was expected to grow into and the men were expected to be. Likewise, although she didn't "come out" for many more years--and I wouldn't have understood what that meant, anyway--I sensed that Lily Tomlin wasn't going to fall in love with some guy, get married and have a bunch of kids. For that matter, I wouldn't have expected such things of even the show's seemingly-straight performers like Goldie Hawn and Joanne Worley.
As far as I know, Sues never officially "came out," either. But his "flamboyance" (It seems that everything written about him uses that word in reference to him.) showed me, and other people, that maleness and femaleness--and sexuality--weren't the neat, precise categories that had been presented to us by our families, schools and communities. Plus, even when I didn't understand the jokes, his sketches and the show were a lot of fun.
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