Heart.

The heart.

The most fascinating organ I possess. It makes no sense to me yet it is mine. Like a new toy you haven’t yet mastered. I like to understand everything I set my hand to yet I can not understand what exists in my own vessel.

I, at my core, am a hopeless romantic. Drawn in by societies dream of true love. A story book incarnation of utopian ideals. True love to me is like communism; good in theory. Add in humans, emotion, feelings, intention and it seems less idealic.

I come off as a cynic. I don’t feel jaded. I feel love at every turning point. I have love in my life. It comes in so many machinations. Kinship, friendship, romance, soul mates and all the variations. I’m just curious. Apparently that killed the cat. Oh well.

When the sun sets on my life I want to know I have loved, been loved and given what I know to be in my heart.

It all seems like self-indulgent reflection when I reread this. I guess it is. The power to write it down is sometimes satiating. Like scratching an itch.

Our lives need purpose. For some, that is love.

This is one topic that does not discriminate. Love just is. Trying to rationalise it or intellectualize it takes away its beauty.

Love can be a harsh mistress.

Integrity

Integrity.

This is my word for this year.

I’m not sure if I’ve done a good job thus far. But I am learning. 

2013 marks my 33rd year in this physical body. 3 is my power number. 

As always when my birthday draws near I reassess the past year and the progress I have made. Unlike so many years before I am assessing my progress based on my ability to have taken on board the backhanders life has so violently thrust my way and what knowledge and grasp on myself it has given me. 

I can write words of sage wisdom and pontificate on the infinite clarity you can gain from self love and acceptance but why would I? I’m not there yet. I am but a mere passenger on the same carriage as everyone else. Deciding what stop I want to get off at. 

I suffer the same human conditioning as everyone else. I’ve simply made a choice. That choice is to better myself from inside. To be someone that can hold their head up knowing they’ve suffered, they’ve almost crumbled but they survived and learnt. 

It’s hard for me to write such personal dialogue as I fear judgement from others. But there is a fighter in me who has never given up and refuses to bow down to small people and their own insecurities that lead them to judge. 

Integrity. 

I had this word tattooed on my finger last week. 

Not only do I want to live, act and love with integrity but I want to be able to speak my truth to others who do not treat me with the integrity I deserve. To speak it with controlled compassion and understanding. 

I’ve made mistakes. Huge ones. I’ve hurt people, I’ve lashed out, I’ve hurt myself and I’ve lived with no love for myself. I’ve held back years of words and pain to avoid confronting my past. I’ve dodged closeness for fear of ‘being seen’. But that’s not my truth. That’s my fear telling me my truth. 

I have the greatest admiration for so many of my kindred. The strength each one holds within themselves despite their internal struggles. I feel so lucky to know these people. The fragile and the brave. 

Connection. 

A word I’ve spoken from the darkest parts of my being. From the hottest heat of sadness. Genuine connection to others and myself. I am a chameleon with so many colours. I adapt to my surroundings. Never wanting to be seen deeper than my paintbox of disguises. 

It was someone 11 years my junior that helped me to where I am now. Someone so wise in youth and clear in spirit. They have loved me. The real me. They stood patient and strong when I thought I deserved to perish. It’s through my ability to speak my truth to this person that I’ve been able to grow. I’ve been able to meet and connect with my best friend.  I’ve been able to accept I may just deserve love. With acknowledging I can be loved I have been able to love in return. 

I feel like love is the key to our pain. Not just romantic love but the love of friends, family and those we are yet to meet. 

So I continue to postulate on my place in this world of riddles but knowing I am making changes that will help me towards a better way of being. 

 

‘Calling out’ vs. bullying

Not so long ago yet another FB drama ensued as a ‘secret’ group of select members within the Sydney and Melbourne queer community was exposed.

A friend added me to the group so that I could see for myself the arguments for and against, which involved some people I consider friends. To be perfectly honest I was disgusted. Beyond my opinions on the topics that ranged from trans misogyny to problematic genres of music, I was just sickened by how people were behaving.

It can be said that certain persons within our queer community have certain histories of violence, aggression, intimidation or just plain bullying. It is important for those subjected to that kind of behaviour to speak out so that this cycle doesn’t continue.

Also, I agree that we seem to have a queer hierarchy. Unfortunately this hierarchy is based upon social currency and the ridiculous concept of ‘cool’.

The ‘calling out’ as it is termed was initially due to the nature of the group being secret, the members and the sometimes-unwise choice of posts by said members. It was a little forum for the ‘hip’ queers to air some un-pc content within the confines of their hierarchy.

As predicted when taken to task about it most made excuses for themselves or pleaded ‘I didn’t realise’ or ‘I accidentally liked that post’. C’mon people. Really?!

 

I am not trans.

I am not a person of colour.

I am queer.

 

I have experienced all kinds of phobia during my life and I hate to state the obvious but any kind of phobia can be damaging. We all have our passions. We all have our causes. We all have a voice.  It is with what dignity and what grace you present your voice that determines the response. If you choose to take aim, shoot and hit your target then expect them to fire back. Having said that, can we all take our heads from our asses and take a good look around us?

Your opinion is yours, no one else’s. Your activity within certain social medias is not accidental nor is it ever going to be completely private. So take a moment to think about what you are doing before you do it. If you deliberately start a ‘private’ group for you and your friends to make fun of being ‘deep lez’ then expect a backlash. Not EVERY part of the community is going to take that kindly.

The fallout from this was in some ways positive with some key players and their vile behaviour exposed BUT it changes nothing. Nothing. Instead of putting a point across in a way that can create space for education and harmony members started personally attacking, going completely off topic and generally making assholes out of themselves.

It maddens me that those who are new to a concept or not informed are ripped to shreds rather than calmly and politely given information and educated. If they then continue to act with a lack of respect THEN maybe they should be spoken to in a stern yet dignified manner about their behaviour.

I have experienced misogyny, fat-phobia, homophobia and other phobias from every part of the community at some point.

It is with sadness that I say the worst and most damaging victimisation has come from within my queer community. Gossip, hearsay, accusations (not to my face mind you), singling out, harassment, lies, bullying and text messages like ‘fuck off out of Sydney coz no one here gives a fuck about you anyway’. Not ONCE has anyone ever come to me personally and asked me the truth. Not ONCE has anyone ever decided to act with integrity. This was over 3 years ago and still to this day I hear rumours and accusations filtered down by the same people. Do you know how this kind of insidious and foul way of being can affect someone’s life? I nearly took my own because of it.

My points being that everyone needs to take a step back and take a look at themselves before scrutinising others. Have you gossiped? Have you relayed what could be false information about someone? Fuck yes you have. We all have. Now is the time to STOP. It is just unbelievable to me that we champion our queer causes yet none of us can seem to practice what we preach. We hunt, rip open and feed upon the drama like a pack of hungry animals.

So you date someone cool? So you mice around looking good and talk about your PHD? So you go to San Fran every other week? I don’t really care. I care that as a person, you are a decent representative of what it is to be queer. I care that you treat others with respect. I care that you educate and practice tolerance. I don’t give a rats ass what you wear, how you roll or who you roll with. I just want to see some damn respect being circulated rather than a low budget episode of The L Word.

Those that engaged with aggression and malice within Deep Sea Creatures should be ashamed of themselves. Those that threatened the already victimised and then played victim themselves should be sickened by their actions. Those that genuinely apologised, great. But now it is onto the next drama and who has done what to whom this time.

Got a problem with someone that stirs you to speak ill of them to others? How about going directly to that person and sorting it out like a fucking adult? You may not even know the damage and pain you cause by your lack of gumption.

But most importantly be nice. Is that too much to ask?

Rainbows?

The rainbow crossing across Oxford Street. Now let’s talk about that.

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Firstly, a rainbow crossing, yes it was a lovely and colourful symbol of gay pride. But, at a cost of $110,000? I agree it was a community spirited and inclusive act by the local government to put it there in the first place. But with the continuing controversy of it being removed can we take just a moment to think about what $110,00 could of done for the gay community had it been spent on facilities such as the Gender Centre, Twenty 10 or ACON?

Energy is now being spent on blame, name-calling and outrage. How about we get outraged at the number of homeless youth that identify as gay. With statistics like these:

  • 20% of homeless youth are LGBTQ. In comparison, the general youth population is only 10% LGBTQ.
  • While homeless youth typically experience severe family conflict as the primary reason for their homelessness, LGBTQ youth are twice as likely to experience sexual abuse before the age of 12.
  • LGBTQ youth, once homeless, are at higher risk for victimisation, mental health problems, and unsafe sexual practices. 58.7% of LGBTQ homeless youth have been sexually victimised compared to 33.4% of heterosexual homeless youth
  • LGBTQ youth are roughly 7.4 times more likely to experience acts of sexual violence than heterosexual homeless youth
  • LGBTQ homeless youth commit suicide at higher rates (62%) than heterosexual homeless youth (29%)

Or how about we start getting antsy about how new diagnoses of HIV have increased by 8 per cent last year, and by 50 per cent during the past 10 years. Could $110,00 have helped ACON increase awareness and create community projects around this? I think so.

Maybe we need to focus our energy less on ‘token’ scraps of government acceptance for our queer community and more on the real issues at hand. The crossing is gone. That is a fact. How it was removed was indeed ‘discrete’ and probably below the belt, that is not in question. The question here is why are we wasting our time, public funding and breath on a matter that is not pertinent to the actual struggles going on in the community right this second?

How about we inject $110,000 into schools to educate our youth on the topic of being gay, coming out as gay and or normalising it so we aren’t continuing the cycle of misinterpretation and miseducation.

Education crushes fear.

Thinking about creating your own rainbow crossing? Maybe as an act of defiance? Maybe you could spend that time volunteering at a LGBTQ community service? That could possibly do a lot more good for the cause than fighting a topic that should be fought not with defiance and a war of words but with action within our community to keep it safe and keep imperative services going.

The crossing itself was nothing more than a tokenistic move on the governments behalf during Pride as Pride attracts more than 400,000 people each year and injects about $30 million into the NSW economy. I wonder exactly how much of that $30 Million goes back into funding queer community projects and services?

Hmmmmmmmm.

Don’t paint a fucking rainbow – Give some time to causes that need your time and energy.