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freud: EVERY dude wants to fuck his mom and and EVERY girl wants to fuck her dad and also wants to be a man secretly 

“In the 1890s, when Freud was in the dawn of his career, he was struck by how many of his female patients were revealing childhood incest victimization to him. Freud concluded that child sexual abuse was one of the major causes of emotional disturbances in adult women and wrote a brilliant and humane paper called “The Aetiology of Hysteria.” However, rather than receiving acclaim from his colleagues for his ground-breaking insights, Freud met with scorn. He was ridiculed for believing that men of excellent reputation (most of his patients came from upstanding homes) could be perpetrators of incest. Within a few years, Freud buckled under this heavy pressure and recanted his conclusions. In their place he proposed the “Oedipus complex,” which became the foundation of modern psychology. According to this theory any young girl actually desires sexual contact with her father, because she wants to compete with her mother to be the most special person in his life. Freud used this construct to conclude that the episodes of incestuous abuse his clients had revealed to him had never taken place; they were simply fantasies of events the women had wished for when they were children and that the women had come to believe were real. This construct started a hundred-year history in the mental health field of blaming victims for the abuse perpetrated on them and outright discrediting of women’s and children’s reports of mistreatment by men.”

With all this talk about ICE in the US I was wondering if there was, if any, a Canadian equivalent? Or at least, if you know (how to get info on) how asylum seekers are handled in Canada?

Uh-huh…

There are very few [black trans and trans children of color in the archive], as middle-class, white children disproportionately made it into gender identity clinics and private endocrinology offices… The trans child with the largest collection of documents I found in the archive was actually a black girl from New Jersey. Yet the volume of discourse surrounding her life was not enabling but devastatingly obfuscating. A thick stack of psychiatric papers describe in a different form of shadowy language the life of a girl institutionalized for decades under the flimsiest of schizophrenic diagnoses… she was committed to a psychiatric institution through the foster care system, which had taken custody of her years earlier because of her mother’s unsupported disability. For the next fifteen years psychiatrists took her profession of gender identity as evidence of “delusion,” “mental retardation,” and “sexual perversion,” signing off annually on her continued confinement. The paper trail of her institutionalization made it into the archive in which I was looking only because in 1978 Jeanne Hoff, a psychiatrist and trans woman who took over Benjamin’s practice after his retirement, petitioned to have her released. After interviewing the woman, who was now thirty years old, Hoff rebuked all of her transphobic diagnoses in a powerful letter: “Through all the florid language of the [psychiatric] reports there is an unmistakable moralistic disapproval of her effeminacy and homosexuality but not the slightest hint that the diagnosis of transsexualism was suspected, even though it was quite evident from the details provided…. She should be placed in the community, preferably living by herself ” and “she should be permitted to explore the various problems that arise from cross-gender living, hormonal therapy, and surgical gender reassignment.”

“We live in a world in which the majority of encounters and interactions involve work and commodity exchange. In other words, the dominant forms of relating are economic, based on the domination of survival over life. In such a world, it is no surprise that the concept of friendship no longer has much value. Today, neither the daily interactions of one’s “communities” (these strange, disconnected “communities” of family, school, work) nor the chance encounters (at the market, on the bus, at some public event) have much chance of sparking a real and intense interest in another, an impassioned curiosity to discover who they are what we might be able to create with them. The common thread that runs through these not so varied interactions and encounters is that they originate in the operations of domination and exploitation, in the social order that immiserates our lives and to which most people grudgingly submit. The sorts of relationships most likely to spring from such a situation are those that reflect the humiliation and social impoverishment inherent in it. Based on the necessity to escape the isolation of a crowded, but atomized society, a generalized “friendliness” that is slightly more than mere politeness (since it permits harmless, light mockery and safe, substanceless flirtation) develops. On the basis of this generalized “friendliness”, it is possible to meet some individuals with whom to commiserate more closely — people with whom to share a beer at the pub, go to football games or rock shows or rent a movie… And these are one’s friends. It really is no wonder then that what is called friendship today so often seems to be nothing more than the camaraderie of mutual humiliation and disrespectful toleration. When all we really have in common is our shared exploitation and enslavement to commodity consumption and our differences mainly lie in our social identities, themselves largely defined by our jobs, the commodities we buy and our uses to those who rule us, there is really very little to spark pride, joy, wonder and passion in our so-called friendships. If the deep loneliness of massified, commodified society draws us to others, what little our impoverished beings have to offer each other soon leads to resentment. Thus, interactions between friends at this time seem to be mostly dominated by comic mockery and various forms of one-upmanship. While such forms of play may indeed be amusing as part of a strong relationship based on real mutual pleasure, when it becomes the main way of relating, surely something is lacking.”

“What the Universe will manifest when you are in alignment with it, is a lot more interesting that what you try to manifest.”

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”