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Revolutions Need Bodies/A Pride Guide for Everyone!!!

This post has been sitting in my drafts for the past few months, because I thought it would be super important to talk about the embodied practice of revolution.

What better time to do so than pride month?

I’ve been reflecting a lot on what I know about embodiment lately, and I feel like this perfectly goes with the idea of pride month and everything I feel about celebrating Pride as we do.

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Micah Banzant

A little queer history: On June 28, 1969, Marsha P. Johnson threw a brick at a NYPD police officer at a bar that was frequented by many gay, lesbian, bi and trans folks. The Stonewall Inn was one of the only places in NYC where LGBTQ+ people were left alone to be themselves, as homosexuality was against the law in New York City at the time.

Mafia families controlled bars and paid police to stay away so that they could make a profit. They sold their bottom shelf liquor at top shelf prices, knowing that queer folks had nowhere else to go to socialize.

On June 28th, the NYPD raided the Stonewall Inn in Greenwich Village.

The Stonewall Riots gave us NYC (and other nationwide celebrations) of “Pride”. 

But so many people forget this history.

 

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The revolution that is PRIDE was built on the bodies of trans women of color, cis gay men, black lesbians, and continues to be built on fat peoples’ bodies, queer peoples’ bodies, and trans bodies, too. Some of these bodies share multiple marginalization. But the true shifts from tolerance to acceptance, from marginal to normalization, would not exist without them. Without us

It is because of Marsha and Silvia Rivera and so many other important and beautiful people that we have entered a new era of civil rights. And this revolution continues to build. As Marilyn Wann says in the foreword to the Fat Studies Reader: “If we cannot feel at home in our own skins, where else are we supposed to go?”

 

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I experience it on a daily basis, in my relationship with my partner, and incidentally, in my relationship with myself and my body. To be queer is to act outside of normative structure. To be fat is to act outside of normative structure.

It’s worth acknowledging that with my marginalization, comes also my privilege. I am white, able bodied, a citizen, middle-class by birth, and these are things that not every queer or fat person shares with me.

We must not forget, during a month that is about equality, that there still are ways in which we are not all equal. 

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Starting with Pride celebrations themselves.

As I stated in my history lesson earlier, Pride was born out of a mass resistance by LGBTQ people to no longer be policed and to resist the idea of only being able to socialize through active drug and alcohol culture.

Yet today, Pride itself often serves as a space for queer folks and their straight ally friends to get buzzed on the LIRR and go to Cubbyhole or Phoenix after the parade ends. This closes out the festivities to a lot of people in the LGBTQQIPPA+ community, those in recovery from substance abuse in particular.

It goes without saying, many people in the queer community become addicts in the first place because of homophobia, stigma, shame and self-hate; things that nobody deserves to feel, or should have to bury in an addiction.

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Another reason I’ve come to reconsider pride as an “inclusive” space is the corporatization of the parade itself in the past couple of years. It’s become a space for banks and companies to give away rainbow stuff with their logo on it and pledge their support for one day of the year, while either implicitly or explicitly also reinforcing discriminatory hiring practices against queer and trans bodies.

Corporations made up 36% of San Diego Pride in 2016, while actual LGBTQ+ people only made up 26%. Many of the companies at pride festivals also exist in states where it’s legal to fire someone because of their orientation or gender identity. In other words, they’re proud to take your money, gay people, just don’t come out at work. 

The protest space itself is not disability accessible; for so many reasons. For folks with anxiety or autism, it can be extremely loud and overstimulating. For physically disabled folks, crowds aren’t known for being wheelchair friendly or generally accessible. Especially when the crowds are upwards of a few thousand people per city block.

And on an election year, expect candidates to be canvassing and shamelessly self-promoting.

And if you’re going to go to pride as a straight person, please be respectful of us. We are not your token gay friends, this day isn’t about how great an ally you are. Like, at all. 

IMPORTANT!!!! make sure you keep your hands to yourself. There is nothing more obnoxious than touching marchers or parade attendees without their consent, commodifying their identity. Don’t be Perez Hilton and go all “I can objectify women and harass them because *haha* I’m not attracted to them!”…just because you wouldn’t sleep with someone doesn’t make it funny that you’re potentially making them uncomfortable.

 

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Let fat people be fat! I adore and love and cherish fat queer bodies. They belong there in that space as much as thin privileged folks do, and y’all best make room for them–no objectification, grumbling, rudeness, side eye, or marginalization or heckling allowed. Fat people exist and they are loved and they are welcome. And they’re not in queer relationships because they “couldn’t get a man/woman/other implied heteronormative relationship situation to love them”. Fatness isn’t a condition. But queer fat love is an act of liberation, and that’s what this entire month (and for some of us, every day life) is about.

In her essay “Fattening Queer History”, Elena Levy-Navarro defines her definition of “queer” outside of the spectrum of human sexuality and love, and into the realm of “other.” She discusses a queerness that “is ore expressly inclusive of all who challenge normatively, including fat people.” She argues the point that while the LGBTQ+ community struggles to be integrated and accepted in society, they may also perpetuate fatphobia in their communal spaces, which are supposed to be about love and justice. While researching pride flags for people to be aware of for this month, I came across a ‘fat fetish’ flag and I was appalled because this is exactly the problem. Fat bodies are squished into convenient narrative boxes, selectively assigned sexuality (based largely on “acceptable fatness” and the “pretty face” pejorative). But to the rest of the world, fat people, particularly fat queer people, are of otherwise no use, no worth, and no value in and across social contexts. And the LGBTQ+ community cannot continue to prop up this kind of commodification rhetoric–we must get rid of the in-house “othering” of bodies in our community as a whole.

Navarro argues for a “historical turn” in queer history, such that we reflect back on the past to look at the bodies of people involved in LGBTQ+ Liberation movements and honor them for their size, shape, assigned sex at birth, expression, gender identity, and the work that those bodies did to get us here.

Fat people experience the same kind of ignorance-based discrimination from the health care system, and are seen as “undesirables” lacking in reproductive ability (as many people view LGBTQ folks), thus rendered unimportant to the medical community. Western medicine hyper focuses on creating a “before” and “after” picture of a fat body, as if there is something assimilationist that is required to be accepted as a fat person, as is the case as a queer person.

This is, after all, the month when we hear slogans like “love is love” and the heterohistorical contextualizers of our society give a lot of effort and lip service to orienting queer people into a space that is heteronormative, using heteronormativity as the reference point. These attitudes and behaviors are the same ones that ask the question, “So which one of you is the _____?” (insert binary gender here), which completely misses the point that queer relationships are intentionally made up of differently gendered individuals. 

These revolutions need ALL bodies to be there. LGBTQQIPPA people are worthy of respect and if you aren’t a member of our community, remember that we are inviting you into our home, and trying to mitigate the injustice that has been done unto our bodies. 

 

 

Marriage equality and pride parades are great but they are still such small steps. Basic dignity, representation, and a movement away from only the “acceptable” queer relationships being visible (i.e. trans relationships, trans representation, fat queer/trans relationships), comprehensive inclusive healthcare, job security, and legal personhood recognition are only just some of the things we still need.

Right now, the basic essence of what it is to be trans is still listed as a disorder in the DSM, the same way that fat phobia is still seen as best practice in medicine. If we want to be liberated, we have to recognize all of these things simultaneously, and combat them simultaneously–and it takes more than a parade and a month of recognition to do just that.

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For some of us, pride month is still inaccessible because it’s not safe to be out to our families or our work spaces. This prevents people from living congruent lives, being the same person in all spaces and at all times, and thus, from living with complete integrity. When we are forced to live a dishonest life, one mired in shame, our bodies break down. And these revolutions in social, societal and global change desperately need our bodies to be there, to show up, and to represent everyone.

Nobody should be expected to live from the neck up; only acknowledging their thoughts as a function of what makes them different. Our bodies are the center of how we live, what we do, who we are, and they deserve to be given space and acknowledged and loved. Our bodies should be seen, celebrated, and acknowledged for how they are gloriously, beautifully different!

Happy pride!

PS watch this music video it is everything 

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The Start of Something New

Side note: These reaction GIFS don’t contain any spoilers for those of you who haven’t watched OITNB Season 5 yet–I finished it in a day and UGH so much laughing and crying. Enjoy! 

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What a week I’ve had!

Lots of things are shifting. My birthday is this week and I’m learning more than ever right now the importance of doing what I love, not taking time and happiness for granted. I’ve been spending a lot more time around people who mean something to me–branching out to friends, doing more of what I love, and finding out who I am. 

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This current state of self-discovery is definitely coming with some challenges and doubts. But for the most part I have been able to stay positive and I am thankful for that. This past week, I did two (maybe even three) things that would normally scare the hell out of me. 

My eating disorder hasn’t been particularly easy on me this past week. Being so well has come with a lot of challenging thoughts and complications. But I’m learning to embrace it more than question it. I am taking my overall state of goodness into my own hands and damn, it feels great.

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Plenty of times, I’ve heard that adage, “Do one thing every day that scares you.” I’ve been living that out this week in a couple of different ways:

1. I started playing rugby again. 

By “playing rugby” I mean running a lap for the first time in two years, dropping the ball all over the place, and miserably failing at running lines. There were so many instances during practice that I thought about crying, going home, quitting, telling myself it wasn’t for me. I played rugby in college and my anxiety made it really hard to focus.

My muscle memory for the skills I did learn is gone. I’m starting from scratch and it’s frustrating, but I keep telling myself that practice is what makes an athlete. My new team is willing to (re)-teach me without judgment and for that I’m grateful.

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The thing that’s more frustrating than the fact that I’m really uncoordinated and anxious is that my ED hasn’t exactly been nice to me. I forgot what it was like to count grams of protein and carbs and be so into numbers for the sake of getting stronger, faster, better but I’m trying to find a balance.

Rugby requires muscle, and I have some–but there’s always room to be in “better” shape, do better at drills, and be quicker and stronger. I haven’t been an actual athlete in a long time, so being an athlete in recovery is going to be challenging.

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My body dysmorphia definitely surfaces when I get winded or exhausted. It becomes default to blame my weight, find all the sh*t parts of my body and round them up and hold them responsible. I have to keep reminding myself that it will get easier as long as I keep trying.

2. Sharing at Support Group 

Typically, I will “share” at group in the form of helping someone else or offering insight to someone I relate to. But yesterday I actually shared what was happening in my life. The first half of the past week wasn’t the good part; it was the second half. I actually went to group on Wednesday too and stayed for about 15 minutes before I asked a friend to meet up at Panera nearby. I took what I need when I needed it and it was the decision that transformed the rest of my week. 

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I shared about my nervousness with the new doctor I’ll be seeing this week, about turning 23 on Tuesday and feeling a lot lighter for the time being. About embracing my good mood and running with it. About being proud of myself for sticking out rugby practice.

It felt good to celebrate the good things, and have people to tell them to.

3. Lip Sync Battle!

I work at a school doing what I love and this past weekend, we had a lip sync battle to raise money for a local organization. I hadn’t practiced AT ALL for the performance I was going to do, I just sort of signed up and planned on winging it. Halfway through the school day, I thought about bailing on it because I was so nervous. An auditorium full of coworkers and middle schoolers was too much for me, and I hadn’t been on a stage since my 8th grade dance recital.

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The time came and I went for it. I was completely solo, dancing and singing to a song from an old cartoon. I realized that the sillier it was, the better it was because the point was for it to be funny and embarrassing (especially as a teacher).

I got on stage, made up dance moves, and NAILED it. When I came off, I wanted to do it again!

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4. (Bonus!) A Guy????

This one is unexpected even for me. I have been out to my friends for almost 8 years, and most of my family for close to four years. In actuality I have identified as queer, meaning not straight–but my life hasn’t included cis men in *that type of way* since I was eighteen. I celebrated my birthday this weekend and sort of just clicked with someone who I would usually never even consider in that regard. But it’s happening and I’m, like everything else, just running with it.

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Life has been radically different day to day and sometimes a little weird, but certainly not unmanageable. I am so happy to be finding myself and trying new things; it’s important to. Six years in and out of codependency and in a constant battle with myself have taken my wild side from me, dulled my sparkle a little bit…but I’m shining again because I have a new willingness to. 


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What Anger Really Costs

It’s June Gemini season, which means it’s almost my birthday! 

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I actually share a birthday with the Olsen twins, so that’s fun 😀

I’ve been doing a lot of things differently lately. I’ve hopped back into recovery a lot more intensely, spent equal parts of time by myself and around people. Back to group, rooting myself in a new treatment team, and communicating with my therapist more. Reaching out to friends and having more varying options socially. I’ve had lots of fun, accepted and embraced myself, and reflected on my recent emotional shifts. 

What’s occupied the bulk of my thoughts lately is this notion of independence, freedom, and solitude–and how they have been present or not throughout my life. I am turning 23 next week, and the past six years (give or take) have been spent in relationships with other people who both fed my fire and drained me. All of this shaped who I am in life, who I am in recovery, and so much more.

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Codependence has described a lot of my relationships since I started getting into them; and in a discussion with my dear friend the other day, I was talking about just how much I have become a person who wishes she could depend on herself.

I am proud to say that I am working on spending this year becoming that person. 

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bestie beach time 🙂 

In order to do that, though, I have to do a lot less holding on and a lot more letting go. I’m finding that its so much easier said than done, but it can be simple. All I really have to do is commit to living less in anger, and more in joy. Living in anger and resentment, the fourth step essentially points out, simply costs us too much emotionally. 

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The Real Costs of Anger

1. Anger steals your opportunities to experience joy. 

This is perhaps the biggest lesson I have learned, and I’ve definitely learned it the hard way. Lots of my life has been spent being really negative, focused on the problem, staying sad and scared to see anything else.

By doing this to myself, I missed out on moments of joy. 

I gave up nights with friends, consistent friendships in general, and chances to remain grounded in what I love. Recently, my hobbies and interests have come back into my life full-swing, and the best part is actually wanting to take part in them. I am writing more, performing again, going to the beach to think, and seeking out or driving to new photo shooting locations I’ve been meaning to go to for years.

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Relationships themselves didn’t subtract from these things. But the ways in which I entered and exited relationships has certainly impacted my confidence, ability and interest in pursuing and doing what I love. Lately, the most meaningful experiences I have had have happened just by showing up–to my favorite bar, to my support group, or even showing up to my own bed and taking a rest and watching Catfish. (recent episode that made me cry).

2. Anger stunts intimacy.

Anger and resentment subtract from relationships–to friends, family, potential partners, and most importantly, to the self. I have missed out on a lot of self-compassion by choosing anger. Feeling the feelings, no matter how negative or uncomfortable, is an essential part of passing through our experiences in life. It is not productive to deny ourselves the things that are painful. Sometimes the anger wasn’t a choice, sometimes it came in unstoppable and surging waves; but managing it or letting it grow became a choice.

Resentment, for me, means isolation. It means talking about the anger and living in the anger and breathing and becoming the anger. It means inundating everyone I love with how I’m feeling. This isn’t a pattern I’m proud of.

In some cases, it has cost me personal growth and growth in friendships. It has cost me intimacy with others on all levels.

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The keys to intimacy of any kind, with any person, are honesty and nonjudgment. Anger, an extension of fear, produces judgment for our own protection. And judgment suspends honesty. None of these things allow me to be close to people, but instead push me further from them.

And then I wonder why I am alone. I wallow in that. I fail to see that I am alone by choice, because I chose anger. And then I can’t even enjoy the introspective opportunity I have created for myself to grow out of the resentment and into a pattern of self-compassion, love, and openness. 

I become the victim of my own anger, and thus, I de-personalize.

3. Living in Anger Disconnects us from Responsibility

People sometimes make us angry because that is just the nature of human connection. We are not realistically going to approve of or be okay with everything that the people in our surroundings do. We don’t have to like it.

In situations like this, we are responsible for how we respond. (Notice I did not say react). 

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Anger has made me blow up my own world on more than one occasion. Friendships have been lost, breakups have been made even more difficult, and recovery has been stopped dead in its tracks because of my own resentments. Being angry at someone who has hurt me is easy to focus on. But staying in it too long only hurts me. It keeps me from growing. It keeps me from realizing that I have a responsibility to myself to keep moving and to get well. It keeps me from recognizing that I have a responsibility to others, to those I love, to keep healing and not let the hurt bury me. I have the responsibility for carrying my own feelings. 

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4. Resentment Reduces Our Authenticity

The one thing that I have always been so proud of is that I am an authentic person who is unapologetic about what she loves, believes and cares about. I put a lot of stock in integrity.

Moments of rage or getting stuck in the ways others have hurt me remove me from what I am committed to. Feelings of anger become the focus. Then, I become the hurt. I miss out on being who I truly am–someone who seeks knowledge, love, compassion, kindness and is always intent on doing the right thing.

When I become what makes me angry, when I become the painful things that have been done to me or that have happened to me, I become less and less of myself. I give who I am to something that does not sustain me. Anger does not intend to sustain me. It intends to keep me miserable. 

Staying in anger does not allow me to be compassionate. It blinds me of the possibility that those in my life who have caused me harm might be hurting, too. It robs me of the chance to keep going and to keep building karma and reminding myself that I am committed to justice, love, peace, healing, recovery. Anger does not warrant letting go. 

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