Gift-wrapped Activism

A couple of my fellow sex education teamsters and I went to an activist conference this weekend. It was for getting activists together from around the state and doing a skills share. Sounds pretty cool, right?

Getting there, us four radicals couldn’t help feeling a bit out of place. There was no gender neutral bathroom, which was a real pain in the ass for me. There was un-inclusive language and out of date, un-PC vocabulary all over the place. AND the place was crawling with paid government officials and wannabes promoting themselves. WTF?

My pal and I did a Queer Inclusive Organizing workshop to try to queer it up a bit and two people showed up. And they were fucking queer organizers! There was a score of talk about the November election, which is apparently still interesting to some people. The “discussion” consisted of people patting themselves on the back because they are “sustainable,” “progressive,” and work “on the ground.” Who the hell talks like that? And I love how everyone has attached themselves to the word “progressive” now days. Its less controversial than saying liberal, coating it with pink pepto so it’s easy to swallow. We wouldn’t want to upset anyone now would we?

The plenary speaker talked about getting more with less, and giving more to those who have less, but it didn’t seem to translate to the audience. I spent a collective 25 minutes trying to answer this dude’s questions about inclusive organizing. He avoided every answer that didn’t sound like a quick solution. When referring to people of color and the trans/genderqueer population he asked “But, how do we get those people to support us?” He continued on to say, “You think we can just get one of each?”

I’m still amazed I didn’t have an aneurism.

Now, I realize I’m being a little harsh. I’m not against all establishmentary activism. I’m down with collaboration to reach a goal. I’m not down with tooling around like a sell-out showman, claiming to make a change in the world when I won’t even make change in myself.

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Teaching Intensity!

man, just taught a class for an hour and 1/2. it was a good class but I feel like I just came through a war. Teaching really takes it out of ya. I re-amped my queer oppression lecture and it came out much better than the last time I did it. It covers a wider scope of things and is more of a “think about what is ‘normal’ and why” kind of thing than just a “here’s some gay stuff” thing.

I had them laughing a lot more than my usual classes… They always laugh, I try to be funny. They laughed more this time probably because I kept talking about sex. I was in a good mood I guess. They seemed to have a good time, though I know that it was an intense amount of information. I kept their attention which is really good, especially cause there was about 200 of them.

I keep trying to get better at lecturing, and I think I am. I sometimes am a little over-the-top, I think. But at the same time, it keeps the kids’ attention. They laugh and respond to me. I usually feel a sense of shock at the end though, maybe cause I put a ton of energy into it and afterwards I’m like “whoa, what just happened!”

Intense. Intense. It’s over. All better now. Good lecture. Good time.

GenderBloc’s gonna have an intense meeting tonight too, but not as much an active learning intense as a ton of work and stress intense. It’ll be ok. Today is just an intense day.

I need a break.