Postcolonial societies are a mess when it comes to healthy understandings of sexuality on their own, but add an extra layer of religiosity that is rooted in ideas of sexual chastity and youâve got yourself the recipe to fuck up a young queer kidâs sense of self for the rest of their life.
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What Tamar Braxton's comments about men not wanting sex reveal about compulsory (hetero)sexuality
What Tamar Braxtonâs comments about men not wanting sex reveal about compulsory (hetero)sexuality
Tamar Braxton has issued a non-apology following some recent comments in which she declared that men who lay beside women for several nights without initiating sex are secretly gay. On Instagram, she posted the following:
The text reads, âThe truth is ladies that these dudes out here really do be gay!! It ainât enough money, beauty, hair, babies in the world to keep them!! They want Dick!!âŚ
There is a specific memory, one of several, which has been burned into my mind by virtue of how watershed a moment it was; at least, in terms of who I would later become.
We were drinking; we were always drinking, always partying, because thatâs what you do when you live in the suburbs and all of your post-graduate dreams have begun to die, digging their own graves with shovels that they bought on discount at the Walmart your friend works at as a cashier, despite having graduated with a degree in history. Perhaps because he had a degree in history. Iâm not sure. We all paid a heavy price for following our intellectual dreams. Weâre all still paying.
So we were drinking, hanging out at a hookah bar (when was I not hanging out a hookah bar? When was I not desperately trying to escape?), when Friend A calls one of the waitresses hot. I heartily agree in between puffs, neat little O-rings that had taken me a college summer to truly master. And she was attractive, bless her, though I thought little else beyond it. Aside from her being at work, I rarely assumed that women werenât straight outside of my queer bubbles which, after college, had gotten harder to find. Being queer outside of those spaces was an exercise in denying oneself hope.Â
But Iâd been drinking, so I had forgotten that I couldnât hope for full acceptance outside of those bubbles; the illusion popped as soon as Friend A whipped her head towards me with needle-sharp eyes. She turns to me, and it was like all the air had gotten sucked out of my lungs.
âI was joking. You donât like girls, do you?â
Because Iâd forgotten. Iâd forgotten where I was because Iâd been drinking, and alcohol made it so easy for me to shed this selkie skin called straightness. Made it easy for me to forget that my father had once launched into an angry tirade about those âfaggots,â the ones who offended his Christian sensibilities simply by drawing breath, and Iâd had to hold my tongue for fear of outing myself. It made it easy for me to forget that my own mother had suspected that I wasnât straight and had confronted me, eyes narrowed (this, shortly before taking my house key away, so that I wouldnât go drinking and smoking and forgetting. a decision I decided to make long after I had to call her to get into the house). I did not remember who I was supposed to be, and what I was supposed to be was âstraight, like us.âÂ
And Friend Aâs worst nightmare was not that I wasnât straight, it was that I wasnât straight and into her. Because those women who loved women, they were threats to her in ways that the men whoâd blown up her phone and grabbed her in clubs were not.
I draw from my pipe, slowly, to buy myself time. I blow a perfect O-ring, the kind that our friends had joked could come easily from being really good at sucking dick. And I say no, because she makes me remember that this is not Safe. That straight peopleâs fear of the Other would kill me faster than drinking or hookah or boredom.
âFuck, no.â
I will never forget the way that she relaxed. It was like going from 60 to 0. âFucking hell,â she says, taking a sip of her tequila sunrise. âYou had me scared. I was about to say, Iâm not sharing my shit with no fuckinâ dyke.âÂ
And I snort, because laughter is armor. Laughter is a shield, because it scrunches up my eyes in such a way that no one notices the tears as they fall.Â
It was on this night that I stopped drinking around straight people, at least not when I wasnât within reach of someone like me. Theyâd ask me why I no longer ordered gin and tonics to go with my blue raspberry tobacco and Iâd say, âitâs because it makes my eyes red, and my momâs fucking crazy and she just knows.â Theyâd nod because they understand crazy mothers but not the possibility that I would find another woman attractive; that Iâd entertain a regular-ass life and an apartment in the city and trips to Ikea and bookshelves as tall as Nicki Minajâs ass with a woman, just as easily as I would a man.
So I slipped back into my skin, just long enough to finish out the night and sober up in the McDonaldâs parking lot. My mother let me in, begrudgingly, because my eyes werenât red this time. The next morning, I woke with a tightness in my chest that Iâd never felt before. It was probably the hookah; Iâd probably hit critical mass with regard to how much I could handle in a single night, and reaped the consequences.Â
But who knows? I caught myself singing âOverlapâ in the kitchen later. Perhaps my skin hadnât been put back on right.
Orlando nightclub shooting: police say up to 20 dead in terrorist incident
A terrible act of terrorism that is surely also a mass hate crime.
May the family and friends of the victims and survivors find justice and peace.
"A suspected terrorist shooting at an LGBT nightclub in Orlando has left at least 20 people dead, police have confirmed, adding that the attacker had been killed following a hostage situation at the club.
Shots were fired at the Pulse Club, in the early hours of Sunday. Staff at the venue posted on Facebook: 'Everyone get out of pulse and keep running' and there were quickly reports on social media of an ongoing attack.
Orlando police said the shooting was being treated as an âact of domestic terrorismâ and had resulted in mass casualties, urging people to stay away from the area."
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Ace/aro people are not straight.  Non-straight or non-cis is the only requirement for using queer.  The word can be a slur, but it is also an umbrella term.  These two realities exist at the same time.  Ace/aro people can be homoph*bic and âSGAâ people can be aph*bic.  Both groups deserve a space without that, so we have the ace/aro and âSGAâ communities. Â
The queer community, however, by no means requires âsame-gender attractionâ, a term that is essentializing and extremely uncomfortable to me.  It is not a community built around any specific identity, it should not have such harmful gatekeeping, it is for those who are Excluded elsewhere, which sure as hell includes ace/aro individuals. Â
Many feel their oppression has not come from them being ace/aro but homoph*bia (which btw is an ableist term and erases the fact that heterosexist oppression operates in many different ways depending on peopleâs different identities), and many feel their oppression has been based specifically on their asexuality or aromanticism. Â Both of these experiences are valid.
Cishet ace and aro people are not considered straight by straight people, so if we also exclude them where can they go? Â Amatonormativity and heteronormativity work together to hurt all of us, but they do not function in the exact same way. Â Within not-straight oppression exists heterosexism, allosexism, monosexism, more of the last two with âThe Gaysââ assimilation.
No one needs to be privileged for others to be oppressed. Â Privilege/oppression is not a strict binary. Â Privilege as a concept is almost never afforded as much nuance as it needs within these sorts of discussions. Â Allosexuality and monosexuality donât even have to afford privilege to mean that amatonormativity and monosexism donât hurt asexual and bisexual folks.
I am nonbinary, queer, and quoiromantic.  I am not straight or cis, so I can be queer.  No one can really respect me who would not allow me the same agency were I only arospec.  I donât want to be in any group that intentionally divides me from my aro siblings because they arenât queer enough just like Iâd hope my trans siblings would fight against me being named ânot trans-enoughâ.
There is no straight/queer binary or cis/trans binary because they erase peopleâs lived experiences. Â Straight is a defined point. Â Cis is a defined point. Â Queer and trans? Â Absolutely not. Â They are defined as Anything outside those two points, and Anyone who does not feel at home in those points gets to be a part of my queer community.
Tl;dr  Not-straight can equal queer, aro/ace people arenât straight, multiple realities and experiences can exist at the same time, there is no privileged/oppressed binary (or straight/queer or cis/trans), and gatekeeping othersâ identities has never helped anything - respectability be damned.
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My gf and I just had to leave a wedding reception bcuz queerantagonism and some bitch lady kept intentionally misgendering her. I didn't want to make a scene and my gf who is already uncomfortable with her sexuality/gender presentation was put into a really awkward position. đ