Also, she defined straight as requiring being cisgender. Oh. But I think of my FTM cousin as straight, because he married a woman. It just seemed respectful. He's just not cis. Does that mean he's queer? QUILTBAG, maybe, but not queer.
Well, yes. But that's also where the "queer as umbrella term" comes in.
That said, I kind of am irritated when everyone and their brother tries to claim they're "queer" even if they only like/date cis-gendered people of the opposite sex. I don't think kinky is queer (It is often queer-friendly, but not even necessarily that). Then again, there are some straight people that I totally would support calling themselves queer, so...it's complicated. :)
You're definitely off the beaten track, but make up a new word and just let queer mean homo/bi/pan. The are lots of words. We definitely don't have to share all of them, even to march under the same banner.
All the definitions are confusing. I'll just go with a quote from Funkadelic. "Yeah we all got a thang, and it's a very good thang."
Chicagoistas! Anyone want to see a play Friday? [link] I can get 4 tix. Let me know. (email - I may not be able to keep up here during tech)
Also... Shrift and Brenda (and anyone else downtownish), I could probably meet up for dinner sometime this week or next.
it's complicated.
Online, I feel like it's frequently more about scoring points in Oppression Olympics than anything else. Being straight is a huge liability when you're trying to prove your marginalized cred on Feministe. (@@@@@@)
So I'm filling in for the receptionist at my aunt's office for the rest of the week. It's the easiest job in the world, but I'm a bit puzzled by the layout. All I have to do is answer the phone and forward it to the right person - but the phone isn't on the desk. You have to rocket backwards about two feet and do a full 180 to answer the phone, which is on a tiny little table. I basically just think it's funny.
Aurelia, I'm nowhere near Chicago, but I've heard excellent things about "Red". So enjoy!
So ... what is on the desk, zuisa?
We're very quiet this morning. And my massage got postponed so I'm pouting.
This ancient computer. That's it. But there'd be nowhere else to sit, so... yeah. I think they also want me facing the elevator in case visitors come in? Which they don't. But no one really calls, either. Half the people who supposedly work here still aren't in, and it's almost 11:00. The whole place is just a mystery.
Chicagoistas! Anyone want to see a play Friday? [link] I can get 4 tix. Let me know.
I would love to, but I'm actually going to be in Bloomington on Friday. Boo!!!!
Is it a mob front? It sounds like a mob front. Or some sort of super-secret, quasi-governmental organization. Oooh, let's go with that.
