Thursday, October 14, 2010

a blog post me and JOMO wrote in response to the recent anti-queer violence and gay marriage debate



The gay marriage debate has take over all the attention from the queer movement left and right. The right wing is consistently and stubbornly denying the existence of queer folks by saying that it’s an immoral choice of lifestyle. The liberal gay and lesbian organizations are continually pulling millions and millions of dollars to appeal to the state for marriage equality under the rhetoric of “we are all the same.” On the other hand, queer separatists are fiercely combating the liberals with the slogan: “we are totally and absolutely different from the heteros,” and have made good points on criticizing the oppressive patriarchal nature of the institution of marriage and how queers should not seek this type of inclusion (see: against equality). However, these critiques have not necessarily been able to generate an alternative grassroots movement which can seriously take on the demands of those queers who are marginalized--queer people of color, trans folks, working-class queers, queers with disabilities, and third world and immigrant queers--from all of the above approaches.

There has been a series of intolerable queer violence that occurred very recently in the country--torture, youth suicide, school bullying--while the violence is nothing new to queer folks, it is urgently calling for the communities’ response to these issues. Though the liberals are posting heartwarming videos and articles and holding vigils saying that “it gets better” (Dan Savage’s video), we know that the fight cannot end here. As oppressed folks we know that queer oppression does not end when we graduate from high school bullying and move to San Francisco and suddenly become successful professionals who hang out in fancy bars and overcome all of our internal and external conflicts. (QPOC’s responses to queer youth suicides: “It doesn’t get better. You get stronger” and “For colored boys that speak softly”) The liberals see gay marriage as the end of the queer struggle, and have this fantasy that if gay marriage was legal national-wide, then soon it would “trickle down” to the marginalized communities and thus end all queer oppression.



We know for a fact that the gay marriage demand alone is incapable of solving our problems of physical, psychological, and economic violence, but instead normalizes a different though limited type of family under capitalism. Criticizing the approach of marriage equality alone has not helped much with movement building either. The debate overall has clearly not been very productive so far, but instead, it has instigated so much anxiety among the queer communities--many politically conscious queers are having panic attacks just over the moral decisions of choosing to support and/or participate in gay marriage if they had the rights to do so. All this overwhelming anxiety around the gay marriage issue is exactly because that there has not been an alternative queer movement that can channel the energy, and this debate has been monopolized in the framework of “individual choice” and “individual freedom.” Under this liberal ideology, many queer folks think that, of course we should have the right as individuals to choose who we love, who we want to have sex, and who we want to have family with! If straight people do why can’t we?! While queer folks are absolutely discriminated against by the heterosexist state which should not be tolerated, seeking freedom under this individualist ideology has not gotten us too far. Instead of carving out a tiny gay space out of the small stream of bourgeois, legislative rights, can we imagine a kind of sexual freedom that is for all people? A kind of freedom where a single mom is able to bring up her child without feeling obligations to marry? A kind of freedom that no one would be restrained in pantyhose at work anymore? A kind of freedom that as a culture we are finally not tabooed to talk about sex, but does not idealize or professionalize it either? A kind of freedom that everyone would play with gender without shame, and a culture that no youth would commit suicide because of school bullying, or because they might just have a different sexual fantasy? A kind of place that no one would be afraid to walk the streets at night, where none of our body parts-- our brains or our genitals --are pathologized. A kind of freedom that is multifaceted, and does not merely carve out a different shape of box to fit in a particular sexuality, but opens up the possibility to more creative desires for everyday folks.

The mainstream gay movement today has hijacked the revolutionary sexual liberation movement in the 70s and turned it into a short-sighted individual rights agenda. They assume that every queer person has the same class position and desires the same kind of American Dream. Their answer to the queer working-class concern is that marriage can help poor folks get access to spousal benefits such as health insurance--which is fundamentally contradictory. For instance, many of our partners do not have health insurance in the first place because we do not have stable jobs or jobs that offer it in the first place. That said, the issue of gay marriage should not merely be decided by who participates in it. Rather, we should ask--who are the people controlling the movement? Whose voices are not heard? And, what is our alternative? While having equal rights can perhaps open up more space for our struggle, we cannot let the liberals such as the Human Rights Campaign and Democrats define our movement. We also cannot let the queer separatists defeat us and push us out of the struggle.

What we need is to build an issue-focused working-class movement that centers queer analysis. Our demands should cut across sexuality and gender lines, while fore-fronting and popularizing queer needs. We should demand universal health care that includes access to hormones, gender reassignment surgeries, and an anti-heterosexist health system that does not attempt to pathologize our queer bodies and erase the traumas we face in a violent homophobic society. We should demand asylum for all immigrants and not solely rely on the liberal, imperialist reform agenda such as the DREAM Act that attempts to draft the youth from our communities into the oppressive military system. These need to be our demands because we know that our fate as workers are bound up with the exploitation of the undocumented workers and the exploitation of youth of color. Today, anti-queer violence erodes our sense of community and leaves us feeling raw, vulnerable, and fearful for ours and our friends’ safety. This is a crucial time for queers and allies who distrust the state and the police to come together and mobilize from the grassroots to defend ourselves from homophobic violence. We should take the lesson from the initial domestic violence movement which set up grassroots phone trees, patrols, and shelters to challenge patriarchal violence in the households and in the streets.
Today, we need to resurrect this sense of grassroots unity that links our struggles together and not to rely on the compromised liberals and non-profits, or the homophobic, racist state institutions that divide and assault our communities.

When the gay liberal assimilationists say to middle-class straight folks, “we are just like you,” and the queer separatists on the other say “hell no we are nothing like you” and form their own blocs, we should be the force that says to every day folks who struggle that “we are just like you, and you are actually just like us”--because queer folks have always been part of the working-class and we are not fundementally different from one another. Our oppression as queers is not a fixed pathology. It is a product of the heteronormative, homophobic society, and it does not have to stay that way forever. In fact, the essence of queer liberation lies within the ability for everyone to celebrate and experiment their sexuality, gender, and desire. It is not enough to only carve out another limited category of acceptable sexuality for a certain group of people. This kind of change is not liberation--it is a very limited imagination of freedom. We need to start off with this fundamental vision of uniting the working-class and queer struggles and ensure that not any part of ourselves will be forced to compromise in the movement.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

existential crisis or something close

shit, i really miss home lately. i don't know why it just hit me the other night, after going to an exhausting 9/11 counter-protest. sometimes i wonder why i'm here? why am i chanting in these streets that don't even care if i recognize them as home. and these people around me probably just think i'm a foreigner or tourist anyway. why do i even care? i know i care because the same thing could happen at home--violent police, xenophobia, racists--i know it's everywhere. a japanese visiting scholar was in the rally, he came to me and c., asked what we were chanting about? we said, "bigots go away," he said, "bigots are small-minded people?" we smiled and said, yes, very small-minded people. it's sad that bigotry is perhaps a universal concept and human experience across cultures. it's not that hard to make that conceptual connection. but what about fighting against the bigots here? what does that mean to all the injustices happening at home? what about those bigots with the same skin color, speak the same language, and grow up on the same land as i do--don't i have more leverage to fight them? will i feel less powerless, more meaningful than how i feel here?

it's hard to be stuck in two different spaces all the time. reading all the news from home and wish i could be there and put in my body. it made me really sad to think that at least in the next 5 years i would not be able to live in taiwan. and more likely to be longer. i know a good thing about being in academia is that the nature of the work is transnational. but research is one thing and organizing is another. i feel like if i would ever wanna risk something that big, i want to risk it for the people and the land i truly care for. like how fanon pretty much abandoned his psychiatric work and joined the revolution in algeria. maybe it's because of the dislocation i'm feeling alone again. i wanna be with people i don't have to feel culturally self-conscious with, i want to speak the language i used to, i want to write, and discover life back home. i feel extremely sad to think about what i would have missed.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

the edge

When i get stressed i start obsessing with every little thing around me. My phone, the charger, the bedsheets, the plant that looks like it's about to die, hair in the bathroom, the smell in the kitchen sink, the fabric of the couch. Every little thing drives me crazy. I was at this wine and cheese welcoming event at my program. Having to be genuinely interested and interesting for 3 hours was just too difficult of a task to accomplish in my mental stage. It's been a month since i moved to the city, when i just thought everything was getting more comfortable and familiar, i got completely overwhelmed by the number of people around me all the time. I used to have alone time all day, when i was unemployed and applying for school. That solitude made me feel almost too lonely sometimes, but it definitely didn't make me feel like a crazy person with too much repressed anger. So much to learn and observe, to be able to sound excited enough, militant enough, competent enough, smart enough, ambitious enough, empathetic enough. I feel like i'm always catching up every since i came to this freaking country. And the race is definitely not over yet. It is not a marathon, because i don't even know where the endpoint is, if not death. Maybe i need a spiritual leader to tell me that life is not a competition, but why it damn feels like it is all the time. I've subscribed to way too many newsletters to try to understand this world better and forgot to write and reflect. That is what is driving me to the edge and i can see myself wanting to jump in every minute.

Monday, August 9, 2010

my new home that doesn't feel like home yet


it's surprising to me how homophobic new york can be. i almost can't even tell if it's just east coast aggressiveness or i'm being too sensitive in a new environment. but seriously, i've gotten more homophobic comments in two weeks than i've got in the past year in seattle. lower east side is weird. it could be all white hipsters hanging out in bars and boutiques in one corner and the next corner would be all Puerto Rican workers getting pizza for lunch break. and the old asian ladies often walk toward south while picking up stuff in the streets to earn some recycle money. the stories about gentrification. i don't know how i fit into all of these. maybe folks here just see me and L as the new lesbians on the block and don't give a shit or give us too much attention. growing up in taiwan i always found comfort and safety in crowdedness and that was why i thought i would like new york. but i think i might have to change my mentality here and learn some kickboxing.

prop 8 is overturned in cali but i'm still looking for where the queer struggle lies and what is the most fundamental queer concern. after all we are just like any other oppressed folks, worrying about our safety, next month's rent, getting a job, having a caring community and friends to hang out in the park. i know it's gonna take a while for me to feel that comfort again. but i really wanna like this city. i'm committed to this.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

倦怠。

訂冷氣機訂床墊開水電帳戶寫ikea傢具清單。整天窩在無限網路空間裡處理這些搬家的雜事。精神卡在城市夏日熱氣中的空洞之中,不進不出。St Mark街上都是NYU的吵雜大學生。去上瑜珈課想要放鬆,卻從來沒有更焦慮過。小小的無空調房間之中擠了五十個以上狂流汗的年輕人,吐氣像是鯨魚的哀號一般。吃日本蕎麥麵然後frozen yogurt,隔壁桌的女生在討論bad bugs的蔓延程度。我應該要提起精神讀conference的勞工文章,或至少打開mac上的文件夾繼續寫小說。我卻怎麼也提不起勁。q wave認識的小T要我幫忙發在bryant park酷兒青年野餐聚會的傳單,我突然有種年華老去的感覺。東村這裡每個走在街上的人都拿著一支smart phone或者一支煙。我好久沒那麼想抽煙了。

Sunday, July 25, 2010

the city of heat.

I think i can finally understand why in almost every movie about new york people talk about the heat. It really occupies you and dramatically changes how you structure you life here. I thought my semi-tropical upbringing has trained to get used to this heat. But no. Not with so many cranky people in the streets and no where to sit in a coffee shop. I'm just glad that L and i finally found an apartment. I'm excited to go to IKEA and be the biggest lesbo ever planning on the interior design. Living in someone else's living room and worrying about the bad bugs epidemic in the city is really not fun. We eat japanese foods almost every day in the east village. I feel beyond normal to be a fob here because there are always more tourists than fobs. I just wonder where the lesbians are? Lower east side is full of hipster gay boys but haven't seen any dykes so far. Met some cool folks from q-wave today at this cute taiwanese tea place. That might be a good start.

Monday, July 12, 2010

stolen vacation on the oregon coast.

There is literally nothing around here except the ocean, unless you really find whale watching entertaining. Nothing. No 3G. No flat screen tv. Even my cell phone reception is choppy. I guess it's the best time to be sick and mellow with your girlfriend's family. I take some cold medicine and just lay by the ocean all day reading Sarah Schulman's Girls, Visions, and Everything, some lesbian novel from the 80s. L and her sister are really into tanning but I still can't decide if I would look good tanned or not (my East Asian baggage). The little towns nearby such as New Port are pretty depressing. There is giant Safeway or Fred Mayer but none of the little stores seem to be able to survive. It's sad when you go to a different town and want to see how the local life is but still end up going to Rite Aid buying the latest GQ magazine. We get high on the parking lot of the only theater in Lincoln city and watched an animation about a Russian villian's inner fatherly love, then play Sudoku until we fall asleep by the sound of the ocean.