Seven Random Things About Myself

Monday, April 28, 2008

From Saha, seven weird or random things about yourself.

I walk on my toes; people often assume it's because I used to be a dancer, but it's actually because I have mild cerebral palsy.
I can mostly speak Spanish without an accent, except that it's been so long since I've studied Spanish that I can't really speak it.
I have read Memoirs of a Geisha and Like Water for Chocolate in Spanish, though.
I have a sizeable collection of exercise DVDs...which I rarely watch.
Winnie the Pooh is my most influential role model.
One of my favorite hobbies is fantasy cartography.
I am a geek. Or a nerd. Depending on who you ask. Like, full-on, used to play MUDs 12 hours a day, own several fantasy series (all of which I've read multiple times), own books ABOUT Tolkien, have probably written more roleplay than I have real fiction kind of nerd.

I tag (only if you want to!) Amira, the Angry Muslimah, Lina, AV, and the Jaded Hippy.

Thoughts

Saturday, April 26, 2008

In the name of Allah, the Gracious, the Merciful,

A couple of interesting tidbits, first: Khalid Baig writes about shari'a as a matter of principle, and (via Feministing) apparently my ovaries still make me unworthy of equal pay.

On some level, I feel the need to bear witness to the craziness that has been the blogosphere of late, as a thinking person, and as someone who tries very hard to be aware. Because of this, I can only say that yet again I am struck speechless by the amazingly short-sighted, narrow-minded, and deeply shallow actions of Seal Press among other "mainstream" feminist voices.

But on another level, it hit me a couple of days ago, in the midst of yet another low point emotionally to go along with the others I've been experiencing in the past year, that I need to take a step back for a minute. I've been blogging or writing online in some form for over half my life, but only recently have I really become involved in the "blogosphere" as such, and I am so blessed by the support I have found here and the insightful voices I would not have otherwise heard. But I have also quickly become worn down by the craziness that has ensued by people's general ability to fuck up and, well, not have regard for other human beings, or for any concept of intellectual decency. It bothers me that I have the ability, the privilege, to sit on the sidelines of that and to come up for air; it bothers me that because of my skin color, I'll never know the difficulty some people go through in having their voice appropriated and challenged. I realize that is a privilege, but at the same time, I am deeply disturbed by the fact that because of this one fact about me, not only much of my family and friends have a deeply different experience of and encounter with the everyday world, but also now many of the women whose writing I have come to admire have a deeply different and infinitely more complex set of challenges in being heard. And honestly? They are so, so strong. I was a lurker and random reader of Black Amazon and Brownfemipower before all of this blew up, and I struggled at first with commenting on their adieus to the blogosphere because I felt so condescending doing it. They don't need my thanks or my approval, although they (among many others) have my thanks for opening my eyes on many different levels. They (and the many other women I read) are strong, and will continue to make their voices heard and get things done, because their empowerment is so much bigger than this blogosphere. I've been coming to terms with privilege for almost my entire life, but some days it hits me deeper than others.

But I've found that in trying to keep up with the daily news that I've become exhausted. I'm already tired as hell to begin with, and I just really deeply began listening to myself the past couple of days, and have realized that I need to be more conscious of what I write and what I expose myself to. I'm caught between needing to become more aware of what's going on around me and trying to keep up with all the amazing writing I have access to now, and wanting my blog to reflect that, and needing to just be really mindful about what I read and write and narrow my scope. Alhamdulillah I am blessed to have found many believing women whose writing strengthens me in my everyday life and in the deen as well.

I've just realized that I need to check in more deeply with how my own voice is coming through. My partner just emailed me out of the blue to tease me because he thinks I'm becoming too politicized, and I think he has a point. I've let myself slip in the last couple of months and in the middle of finding that there are always more than enough reasons to see the bad in the world, I've become too caught up in it to the point that I am not mindful enough of the good, and I do not stop often enough and think before I speak. This is something I am hoping to correct, insha'Allah.

Sundown

Thursday, April 24, 2008

I made samosas today for the first time, and they didn't suck! Although I had to seriously adjust the dough recipe a few times (read: pour tons of extra flour in), which meant it took me four hundred forevers. All in all, though, my continued forays into learning more about cooking are successful, more or less, which makes me happy.

And I had a good psychiatry appointment, all in all. Now, if I can just get the last of my medications and appointments sorted out tomorrow, that will take care of putting my chaotic doctor-visiting situation in order. I'm used to going to the doctor 2-3 times a week...but it's so helpful to know when those 2-3 times a week are supposed to be, to not be three weeks behind, and to not be going through withdrawal on my medications because I've been too stressed with finals to get refills. Oh, and I have to make an appointment for my yearly gynecological exam. Now, this doesn't bother me as much as it does many women I know - except for the fact that the gynecologist I have seen the past few years enjoys lecturing me on being fat and taking birth control (I have migraines). Forget the fact that none of my other doctors, who actually monitor me regularly, think I'm going to have a stroke and keel over and DIE (at least because of that)...she sees me 30 minutes a year and it's like being in fifth grade. And she still writes me the birth control prescription, so it would be so nice to be able to get it without the lecture! And I don't need anyone else lecturing me on being fat, either, thank you - especially after finding out that apparently my dream of one day being a size 8 again would still make me a "BBW." I've never been a smoker, but I am beginning to understand why smokers I know have such an aversion to the doctor.

Anyway, all that rambling aside, I just had to make a content post before I wander away to get a shower and go to bed earlyish. The only thing that could make this evening more sleepy-comfy is a nice big cup of homemade chai.

Being a disabled parent, being a disabled child

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

I heard briefly via her blog about the recent Feministe comment debate over ableism and sterilization. I haven't done much more than skim the original post and comments at Feministe; I don't know the details of the case that sparked it, and I don't much care to.

For a long time, because of my eating disorder and going through amenorrhea (loss of menstruation), I have suspected that I'm probably not capable of getting pregnant. Even if I am, the deteroriation of my muscles and joints makes me question whether or not I could physically carry a child if I did conceive. I haven't ever gotten these things checked out or specifically asked my doctors about getting pregnant, and I do use contraceptives.

But I am a disabled woman. I was also the child of a disabled woman. I also have been thinking more and more about pregnancy over the last several months. I had talked myself out of ever having children, except perhaps for adoption later in life; it wasn't until my reversion to Islam that I really let myself hope that I might actually be able to have a child at some point. It probably won't be for a few years, if at all, because of my living situation and school and being a university gypsy. But it is something that I'm finally allowing myself to want and to think about and maybe to hope for, insha'Allah.

I remember having to make a lot of compromises because my mom was disabled. I never thought of it that way, really, at the time; looking back, there's probably lots of stuff that would have been different if she weren't. She would have come to my dance concerts and competitions; I would have had more dance concerts and competitions. She might not have died suddenly, so early. It doesn't bother me that she was disabled, though. It hurts me for her because she was in a lot of pain and she was very tired, and I'm learning, slowly, because of my own illness, what that feels like. But I never felt deprived because of my mother's disability. We had our difficulties in our relationship, but we were extremely close; she used to call me her shadow. She taught me everything I know about cooking, about managing money (in this case, not a good lesson, hehehe), about making decisions, about standing up for myself, about surviving. She was an amazing Mom. She didn't always react well to things going on in my life - I remember the disaster that was me trying to explain to her about some of the really deep problems I had as a teenager, like my sexual assault, eating disorder, and self-injury - but she was always there, she was always emotionally available, I never lacked for warmth or hugs. Any difficulties I had as a child, or difficulties in my relationship with her, were not because of her disability. I was never deprived because of her disability. If anything, it taught me more about how to handle life and how to handle illness - I remember giving her insulin shots and packing her surgery wounds.

And I wish she were still here so I could wait on her hand and foot and bathe her and do anything she needed. I wish she was still here to yell at me and piss me off and fight with me and teach me patience. She was my mother. She was a blessing, subhanAllah. Anything that I had to do, any accomodations that I had to make, were more than worth it. She was more than worth it. It was never a burden.

That is what gives me hope, and it's also what makes me angry when people question whether disabled people like me or like my mother should be allowed to have children. I have been suicidal. I have tried to commit suicide. There are plenty of days when I sometimes wish my mom had not brought me into this world. But thankfully there are also days when I am happy I am here, and alhamdulillah some of the people in my life are happy I am here as well (at least, I think they are). While I may still end up adopting because I think so many children in this world need homes where they are loved, I hope that being disabled doesn't keep people from having children that they will love. There are plenty of "able" parents that I personally know in this world who do not deserve to have children, who should be sterilized because they are stupid, neglectful, and cruel. And I know that love doesn't conquer all; I grew up below the poverty line and I spent a large part of my childhood in the projects, around people who were much, much poorer than I was. But nevertheless, my life and my relationship with my mother is a testament to the fact that loving your children is and will always be more important than whether or not you are physically "able."

The Second Feminist Carnival of Sexual Freedom and Autonomy

Sunday, April 20, 2008

This carnival would not have been possible without the emails full of links, wonderfulness, and support from Lina, and the submissions of many other bloggers whose writing is what keeps things like this alive.

A few weeks ago, I wrote a prompt about freedom and autonomy, hoping to loosely structure this leg of the carnival around those themes. I found that, and so much more; I've opened my eyes to more permutations of what it means to be free, to have freedom, than I ever thought possible. Thank you to all of those who write; whether it is about sex work, sexuality, feminism, submission, or simply living and breathing as a woman in this world. Thank you for continuing to make your voices heard. I have decided to structure the carnival around freedom and autonomy as examined through the issues of silence, media, submission, and sex.

Silence


This carnival would not be complete without acknowledging the few controversies that have taken place over the last several weeks, resulting in the silencing of much needed voices. Although not all of these have a direct bearing on writing and thinking on sexuality, any and all forms of silencing do affect every single woman who writes and thinks aloud on issues affecting women.

First, I want to acknowledge the silencing of Brownfemipower, which brought everyone's attention to the necessity of intellectual honesty. We do not live in vaccuums; our ideas and thoughts are built upon and inspired by the work of others.

I also want to acknowledge the general silencing of women of color in mainstream feminism, as the recent issue with publication brought to light.

I also want to acknowledge the silencing that sex workers and sex work advocates face, particularly in the case of the recent controversy surrounding Renegade Evolution and the forum at William and Mary. Galling Galla asks the important question, "Exactly who is feminism for, anyway?" and Amber Rhea faces the fact that some women are more equal than others.

Media

These direct cases of silencing bring to light the problem faced by many groups, particularly sex workers and rights advocates, when represented in the media. In "'Experts' and Other Johns," William Rockwell confronts the selective use of quotes by those involved in sex work to support agendas that marginalize entire groups of sex workers.

Jill Brenneman discusses the media's selective painting of sex workers who advocate rights as those who "both have not suffered violence but also are rich, affluent, spoiled brats making way too much money or in denial about what we have and do deal with and suffer" in Sex Workers Against Rape.

I am the one in six childhood abuse survivors, I suffered violence in the sex industry, BUT, I advocate sex worker rights. I do it by choice, I am aware of the various other ideologies, I’m not brainwashed by some monolithic pro porn movement as critics charge, I’m not rich, I live paycheck to paycheck, worry about bills, am happy when I come home from work and the dog hasn’t gone potty on the floor, in other words I’m human. Just like 20/20’s viewers. I don’t want to be glamorized, pitied, studied, or rescued. I left the sex industry in 1995 because I chose to. Not because I was running from it, not to beat an addiction, but because I wanted to do something else. The same reason I have left many other jobs. The same reason others leave their jobs.

When I did need help, when I was facing violence and coercion in the sex industry, none of the current anti trafficking measures would have applied or helped, I couldn’t go the cops or the justice system because in the US being a prostitute is illegal....

In "Why should sex workers talk to the media?" Audacia Ray discusses some of the issues facing sex workers who are approached to do appearances, and the dangers they face in having their stories publicized and their comments often appropriated for sensationalism.

In "Do we need more sex writers?" Lux Alptraum of Boinkology explores what it means to be a sex writer and the issue of expanding our definition of sex in order to make sex writing more diverse.

In "The exploitation of Sufiah Yousof," Natalia Antonova discusses the oversimplification of making sex workers' stories fit into the paradigm of good girls gone bad.

Let me state this loud and clear: a woman’s sexuality is not public property. What she chooses to do with it is between herself and God, if she believes in God, that is.

Using another person’s private life as a chance to score a cheap point about “the loose morals of today” or what have you is, at the very best, cruel.

In "New York Times exoticizes Asian women of color sexuality," Bint Alshamsa brings to light the differences of depiction between virginal white women and sexualized Asian women.

My biggest issue with this article is how Fredell is cast as this intellectual and intelligent woman with very nuanced views. Patterson explores how Fredell bases her abstinence stance on a combination of religious, philosophical, and feminist ideas. And how is Chen described?

"PERHAPS NO ONE at Harvard represents the hookup culture better than Lena Chen, a student sex blogger..."

Can it get any more one-dimensional that this depiction?

In "Once a stripper, always a stripper," the Lizard Queen problematizes the depiction of former sex workers in the media, when the story has nothing to do with their job as a sex worker, as compared to those who have held other jobs in the past.

In "Misnomers: Prostitution," the Sex Work 101 blog (edited by Audacia Ray) examines some of the language used in mainstream media to talk about sex workers.

In "The New York Times sets it straight," Chris looks at the handling of errors in the NYT's coverage of sex workers.

In "Because I think it's important..." Renegade Evolution discusses the problems of a media that chooses only to report anti-sex work experts.

Has the media or the government called on the head of ISWFACE, UBUNTU, SWOP, AIM, COYOTE, HIPS or any other person working in sex worker outreach- possibly as a current or former sex worker, to hear their thoughts on the matter? To consult their expert opinions or experiences? No, they haven’t. The media only wants to talk to sex workers to find out all the salacious details about the business when politicians get busted. Has the media or the government bothered to talk to Swedish sex workers, to hear their stories about how the adored and vaunted Swedish model has actually affected the industry? No, they haven’t.

In "Virginia teen censored for nude self portrait," Lux Alptraum of Boinkology questions why even mild artistic nudity is so often conflated with overt, explicit depictions of sex: "The human body is a beautiful thing — unless, apparently, you’re seventeen and painting a nude self portrait, in which case it’s dirty, wrong, and bad."

In "Abortion art project really a 'creative fiction'," Ann of Feministing looks at the recent controversy surrounding Yale student Alicia Shvarts' artwork, which raises questions not only about the meaning of art but about the meaning of abortion, and, as raised by Shvarts herself, the meaning of the body and its uses.

In "Hummm..." and "An update on Alex and the Cuttin' Up Hookers t-shirts" by Renegade Evolution, as well as "Laugh, clown! LAUGH GODDAMMIT," by Belledame, the controversy over t-shirts that make fun of violence against sex workers brings up the issue of the dehumanization and disembodiment of sex workers, and of women in general, and its harms.

And in "Gives good headline: how the media loves its sex changes," dentedbluemercedes confronts the issues surrounding media depiction of transgender people and the problem of gaining recognition in a world where transgender people are still openly ridiculed and such ridicule is considered acceptable.

And of course, there’s so many people that you can’t pick on, anymore. You can’t make a bogeyman out of someone because of their race or because they’re female or because they’re handicapped — you can’t even make them sound like their existence is a danger to society because of their sexual orientation, either… unless yours is a religious press.

Transgender people are another matter entirely, and it is still socially acceptable to ridicule, insult, deride and speak epithets about anyone who doesn’t fit strict “male” and “female” gender stereotypes.

Submission


I chose to focus on submission in this edition of the carnival, and not BDSM as a whole, because I think the particular experiences faced by those who submit speak specifically to carving out freedom and autonomy in the world of not only sexuality, but also our relationships - with others and ourselves.

In "A mishmash of thoughts on labels, submission, and liberation," I look at my own understanding of what it means to submit as well as what it means to be liberated, and how these two are often connected.

I don't feel like my choices should be held up as an ideal for liberation, if that makes any sense; I struggle with the idea that we (those of us who worry about the experiences of women) are working towards some grand image of "women's liberation," because I have come to understand that, like everything, such liberation exists within contexts. I believe, a la Ann Cudd, that women's choices are invariably coerced, and I don't know what uncoerced choices would look like, and I agree that moving towards a future in which we are all able to assert our agency without worrying about such limitations is necessary.

But reaching this future is a messy, complex road of smaller liberations, of lives lived in an attempt for women to liberate and empower themselves.

In "Feminism and submission," the Kinky Librarian, Nadia West, discusses her own feelings about what it means to be a feminist who submits, and most interestingly in my opinion, whether feminists have a responsibility to exercise their autonomy, and if doing so is necessary to be good role models in the area of sexuality.

Feminism and submission. I've talked about these two things before and I'm sure combined it's a topic I'll visit time and time again. I struggle with it, but not in the way that I find the two mutually exclusive. I don't and I am comfortable with the fact that I'm a submissive feminist. However, I do wonder about how to explain this to the world. While I feel comfortable with both aspects of my personality, I don't know how to explain why I'm comfortable.

In "Yeah? Well, my power's got balls," and "Category airing,"
I am not a female submissive.

I am a woman. I am submissive.

Spotting the difference matters....

The thing is, these things aren't descriptive to me, stuff like "M/f" or "F/m"; they don't seem to describe systems where those just happen to be the relationships those people have, but rather something where it is important that The Person Of One Sex Is Dominant, and The Person Of The Other Sex Is Submissive. It's a particular gendering fetish, and it's not one that I share; it's not one I want to be involved with, either. ("Your kink may be okay, but I'll go over there now.")

In "Female submission," Devastating Yet Inconsequential probes, with interesting results, the problematics of the instictive stereotypes that even those of us sensitive to the layers of understanding of BDSM as well as of feminism and autonomy can often experience.

Did feminism imbue me with some kind of resistance to signs of patriarchy, and that’s what I’m applying (in my limited way) that makes me balk at men dominating women? Or is my prejudice against this actually a sign of disrespect for the autonomy of women - a kind of pre-conscious belief that women can’t decide, aren’t sexual, or are intrinsically shaped and ruled by their male partners?

What is this? Do I think women are too delicate? Non-sexual? Unassertive? It’s always the man’s job to be smart, aware, and take care of the woman?

Am I a feminist or a misogynist?

In "People who really should know better," Zula of A Submissive With Claws discusses the problems with trying to constantly categorize dominance and submission as expressions of women's oppression.

So if a guy's a Dom, he's exercising male privilege by subjugating poor sub women like me, but if a guy's a sub, he's exercising male privilege by indulging in fantasies of subjugation (that for some reason women like me are incapable of)?

In "As much as I've learned about D/s," Trinity of the strangest alchemy discusses the complexity of reasons for rituals and of the drives behind submission, and in "Confession," she discusses the question of what BDSM means to those who have left it and who have been damaged by it, versus what it means to those of us who still find fulfillment in it.

So my question is, really: How can we stand up for ourselves as worthy people making a worthy and personal choice to do SM, D/s, B&D, whatever -- while still honoring those abuse stories and the fear they speak to?

Sex

This final section is a collection of articles relating to sex, sexuality, sex work, advocacy, and sex writing; they don't necessarily relate to the same thing, but are full of necessary observations about how autonomy and freedom relate to sex, and how all of these issues play out in our lives.

First, articles highlighting Sex 2.0, the convention on feminism, media, and sexuality held in Atlanta on April 12th: the About.com interview of organizer Amber Rhea; "That's a Wrap" by Mistress Maeve; "Sex 2.0, the Awesome and the Suck" by Renegade Evolution; and "This weekend: Sex 2.0 in Atlanta" by Viviane's Sex Carnival.

In "WTF is feminist pr0n?!" Violet Blue investigates the supposedly oxymoronic idea that yes, feminists are actually making and enjoying pornography.

And in "In defence of raunch feminism," Lindsay of Miss Nomered also questions the idea that pornography must be in conflict with feminism, and the implications of such a judgment.

And whether the debate surrounds porn, sex work, or a woman simply wearing a low-cut top, the same word keeps popping up from a lot of feminists.

Victim.

As in, “women who are in porn are victims of the patriarchy”. Or “Sex workers are victims of exploitation”. And if someone points to organizations like the Sex Professionals of Canada or Scarlet Alliance or Empower, people concede, “Well, there are some who choose to do that, but they’re in the tiny minority”.

It’s true that a number of women (and men) are coerced into sex work. But the assumption that seems to come up over and over again, at least the way I see it, is this: women do not have the power to consent to sex work.

And this seems to be coming from a blatantly sexist assumption - women are too weak, or too stupid, or too easily controlled to be able to make such choices for themseleves.

In "But are you positive?" Figleaf questions some of our assumptions about sex positivity, what it means to be sex positive or sex negative, and who we classify as such.

In "Free porn, a nightmare," the Blowfish Blog contests the idea that free porn is always a welcome thing.

In "101 things people say when you tell them you're a stripper," Tara of Hobo Stripper humorously examines some of the assumptions about stripping that sex workers face.

Some people will look a little shocked for a second and then tell me that it’s okay. Like, “oh! Well. That’s… okay. I guess.” Really? Are you sure? Cause you know I could never live without the random approval of some stranger. Older men are usually conditional with their approval. As in, “well, I guess that’s okay. As long as you’re being smart and saving money and not doing drugs.” I like how they think it’s any of their business, and sometimes I’ll ask them if they do their money, and if they find it hard, as an investment banker, to resist drugs?

In "I have a physical disability," a letter published by the online project Letters from Johns, a man who visits sex workers discusses how doing so changed his life. This particular article deeply touched me; I also have cerebral palsy (although to a much milder extent) and am physically disabled for other reasons. The difficulties disabled people face in our everyday lives are all too often minimized, and sexuality, being something that's generally considered inappropriate for polite conversation to begin with, is even more swept under the rug when it comes to disabled people. To see a man who is disabled speaking out about his sexuality is heartening in and of itself.

It was the most enjoyable experience I have ever had in my life. I would put it down to two things. For once I had gained control over my body, and it felt like I was in control of my life. The worst thing about having a physical disability is the lack of control I have in life. Everything is very clinical, get up at this time, eat at this time, have a shower at this time, and go to bed at this time. I have no control over these things. This time, I got to do things on my own terms. Second, it was the first time I felt like I was being treated like a sexual being with desires and needs that were important. All my life I have been viewed as an asexual being whose desires should be avoided or neglected. The trip to the brothel taught me not to be afraid of my sexuality and not to push it into the background. (emphasis mine)

In "When is it okay for faculty and students to be sexual in the same place?" Elizabeth of Sex in the Public Square brings up the myriad issues surrounding speaking out about sexuality for those involved in academia in her discussion of the case of Lisa Chavez. Sex in the Public Square continues coverage of this case in "Lisa Chavez speaks out," "Another important voice," and "Conflict and responsibility."

In "Sex, lies, and contraception: the male pill," Greta Christina discusses the gendering of contraceptive issues and the fact that men face many of the same concerns that women do; as such, the arguments that male contraception would have a small market are unfounded.

And in "Lesbian sex with men," Greta Christina discusses the awkwardness and difficulty both men and women face in the reductionist definition of sex as an erect member entering a hole.

An awful lot of people, of all genders and orientations, would benefit from the kind of sex that lesbians take as a given. The kind of sex where success isn't overwhelmingly defined by one partner's "performance." The kind of sex that doesn't make a sharp distinction between "foreplay" and "sex," and that doesn't have a strong opinion about which has to happen first. The kind of sex where the journey is the destination.

Finally, in "Whores & other mercenaries," Renegade Evolution discusses...well, the article speaks for itself, really.

I mean, for fucksake, I can sell my hair, sell my blood, donate a kidney, sell my eggs, rent out my womb as a surrogate, sell my mind, sell my social skills, even more or less sell a child via private adoption. I can get tattoos, body modifications, an abortion, hang myself from hooks in fetish scenes, engage in extreme sports, jump out of an airplane, scuba dive in shark infested waters, hunt big game, get extensive plastic surgery, sign on to test various medications and vaccinations. I can fuck for fun, or fuck and get other consideration for it; cars, a roof over my head, jewelry, nice dinners, clothing, other assorted gifts. I can fuck to get my rent and bills paid, so long as the transaction is not from a guy directly to me right before the act occurs (some people call this marriage, dating, being a mistress, or a kept woman). Hell, even though it is technically illegal…I could blow my own head off. After all, hard to prosecute the dead, and really, when was the last time you ever heard of someone who attempted suicide being charged and prosecuted for it?

But legally, I cannot fuck for actual money, as a business transaction, between two adults. This is utterly asinine in my mind. I can do countless other things to and with my body, I can fuck at will for countless other reasons…but the second money is exchanged solely for penetration of my mouth, vagina, or anus…without legal forms and a camera in the room…it is illegal....

I of course find this a little amusing. Trading in death, war and violence? Totally legal! Trading in sex? Woooo, criminal!

And Rebecca of Burning Words touches on one of the failings of the anti-sex work camp in "It's. Not. About. You."

For all the words and time and energy spent on trying to save people from the sex industry, these folks generally seem to have very little ability to try and envision themselves being put in the shoes of those that they’re proposing to save. Women in the sex industry, to the likes of many of these folks, are a moral dilemma, a political problem: what they are not seen as, at least in more than a superficial sense, is people. That’s a horrifyingly privileged position to be coming from, and I think it’s why the ultimate product of that mindset is such ineffective and downright harmful social policy.

For so many of the Jensens and the MacKinnon’s of the world, it seems as if sex work can only ever be conceived of as a moral dilemma, a political problem, rather than one rooted firmly in the actual lives of those who, for whatever reason, are actually involved in that business. I see this in the tendency of many of these folk to repeatedly reframe sex workers’ rights arguments as being about it all supposedly being “empowering”, thus allowing it to fit into some sex work good/sex work bad narrative.

And in "An open letter," Lina of Uncool discusses some of the problems with engagement, or a lack thereof, of the arguments of pro- and anti-sex work advocacy.

As for me? Well, I think it's disturbing that you wish to keep prostitution illegal. That sex workers' profession remains illegal reflects and perpetuates at once society's condemnation of such work. It keeps alive the hateful attitude of the scum that abuse prostitutes by providing legal justification. It remains an activity frowned upon by society, men are ashamed of seeing prostitutes and some are resentful of that. How do they react? By abusing the women. And as for the women, hell, the hatred you show some of them in Blogland - I just hope to hell you treat the sex workers you encounter in real life with a little bit more respect. I hope your attitude that they should be ashamed of themselves doesn't show when you are dealing with them. Jesus fucking Christ - if I was a prostitute desperately wanting to get out of the game, would I turn to you knowing the attitude you and those you associate yourselves with show sex workers?....

There is, of course, evidence and philosophy that backs up your arguments and contradicts mine. The difference is, I'm prepared to engage with them.

Finally

Please don't forget about the Feminism for Freaks Call for Papers!

I hope everyone has enjoyed the second Feminist Carnival of Sexual Freedom and Autonomy. I really enjoyed putting it together and reading some of the best writing available on these issues. For those who submitted articles to be included, thank you for supporting the carnival, and for those who did not but whose writing I found it beneficial to include, I hope I did not in any way misrepresent your words or intentions. Insha'Allah open discussion about these issues will be beneficial to all of us.

The next edition of the Carnival will be hosted at the Jaded Hippy on May 12, 2008.

An attempt at cooking...

...I love to cook. Really, I do. And I'm pretty good at it, only I suck at cooking anything remotely, well, interesting. But I tried making Instant Light Chicken Biryani from Zaiqa, and it turned out wonderfully! I had a fun time trying to find some of the ingredients - I don't even know what garlic ginger paste is, so I just put in some crushed ginger and minced garlic, and this was my first time ever cooking with sunflower oil. I also didn't have the food coloring or the tomato paste the recipe calls for, and I'm not a fan of fried onions, so I skipped those and just poured the chicken mixture over the white rice. I'll definitely be making it again.

In the news: rape, religion, eating disorders

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

This morning I was a little shocked to see something on USAToday related to what my psychiatrist is always warning me about - that my lack of sleep and irregular sleeping habits not only contribute to my depression and physical pain, but also to weight gain, which I’ve been struggling with since beginning recovery. Except, taking a different spin on this situation, USAToday has publicized a study about how babies who sleep less and watch television risk being overweight.

While I fully agree that a healthy lifestyle and positive attitudes towards food and the body are important to encourage among children, I think it’s just a teensy bit overzealous to make infants the next battleground in the obesity epidemic. Actually, I find it rather disgusting myself. But if you are interested in how to get your baby to sleep more, this article has some interesting insight to offer.

And after the controversy surrounding the idea that campus rape is a myth, finding out that more abuse victims are seeking help online is refreshing. The undermining of the rape epidemic that has been done by trying to convince people it is a myth has deeply insulted, upset, and harmed rape survivors and activists who deal with this issue, and articles that confront the fact that abuse victims are seeking help in nontraditional contexts go a long way to confronting the idea that just because people seek help more quietly or not at all means it is not happening.

In other news, a few articles address the issue Delaney recently discussed regarding websites relating to eating disorders. Articles here, here, and here mention France’s recent crackdown on pro-eating disorder websites and on other areas, such as modeling, that might promote eating disorders and/or extreme thinness. With titles like “French will jail those encouraging anorexia,” this latest development in the anti-pro battle brings mixed feelings up for me yet again, due to the reigning confusion in the media over what exactly constitutes “pro-eating disorder.”

Nevertheless, some positive gains are being made in this area. Recently, We Bite Back, another online group, has gained recognition in the news for promoting healthier attitudes towards eating disorder support.

This article discusses some of the common issues parents face in living with a child who has an eating disorder. And for those of us who follow eating disorders on the Dr. Phil show, an update on Aimee’s situation has also recently been publicized.

While new self-help techniques calling for gratitude for illnesses such as cancer and anorexia receive disbelief and scrutiny, shows such as Strelau’s The SKiNNY, by artists who have dealt with eating disorders, thankfully continue to dispel myths and counter harmful and untrue discussion about this problem.

And His Holiness the Dalai Lama is giving "daunting" teachings on emptiness to the public, both Buddhist and non-Buddhist, in his current tour. For me, getting to see him teach back in September of 2004 was an amazing experience, but while he's probably the most qualified person to try and explain emptiness to the general public, it's hard for me to imagine that he has chosen to do his public talks on this topic. I was pretty surprised when I read the article. Emptiness is something that, unless taught carefully, can cause one to fall into traps of nihilism, and there are even vows that Buddhists take about when and how to talk about emptiness to avoid this. However, it does have relevance and use for both Buddhists and non-Buddhists beyond just basic Buddhist doctrine, because it brings to light a lot of issues on how interdependence and impermanence shape everyone's lives - regardless of whether they necessarily believe all the ins and outs of the Buddhist explanations of such things. Insha'Allah his talks will be of benefit to everyone, Buddhist or not.

Finally, in an article entitled "Beyond Gideon," hotels are offering a more exhaustive list of religious texts than just the Gideon Bible most of us are familiar with finding in the nightstand drawer. Since "hotel guests specifically mentioned their interest in a variety of spiritual volumes," the Hotel Preston in Nashville has now added the Bhagavad-Gita, Book of Mormon, and al-Qur'an (Alhamdulillah), among others, to their list of spiritual resources for customers. The article also mentions the deep influence the Gideon Bible phenomenon has for hotels.

The Gideons — whose Bibles are still available at all of the Provenance Hotels — declined comment on the trend. Spokesman Steve Smith would only confirm they've been supplying the King James Version of the Bible to hotels for a century....

"When somebody is going to build a hotel, one of the things on their list is 'Get the Gideon Bible,'" he said. "If you have an existing hotel and you run out of Bibles — people take them, believe it or not — then you get a hold of the Gideon society and they send you more Bibles. ... It's a staple of the hotel industry."

Eight-year-old girl asks for divorce in court

Sunday, April 13, 2008

I found this article from Sunni Sister, but I just had to post it here because it deeply touched me. I agree with her that it is most important for Muslim women to protect Muslim girls, and in this case, that did not happen. I was just completely struck by the self-awareness and maturity of this young girl - to hear her quoted in the article, it is like listening to someone much, much older. I hope she is able to have something of a childhood after all of this. Alhamdullilah she is being protected by the courts and her story has been heard.


SANA’A, April 9 - An eight-year-old girl decided last week to go the Sana’a West Court to prosecute her father, who forced her to marry a 30-year-old man.

Nojoud Muhammed Nasser arrived at court by herself on Wednesday, April 2, looking for a judge to handle her case against her father, Muhammed Nasser, who forced her two months ago to marry Faez Ali Thamer, a man 22 years her senior. The child also asked for a divorce, accusing her husband of sexual and domestic abuse.

According to Yemeni law, Nojoud cannot prosecute, as she is underage. However, court judge Muhammed Al-Qathi heard her complaint and subsequently ordered the arrests of both her father and husband.

“My father beat me and told me that I must marry this man, and if I did not, I would be raped and no law and no sheikh in this country would help me. I refused but I couldn’t stop the marriage,” Nojoud Nasser told the Yemen Times. “I asked and begged my mother, father, and aunt to help me to get divorced. They answered, ‘We can do nothing. If you want you can go to court by yourself.’ So this is what I have done,” she said.

Nasser said that she was exposed to sexual abuse and domestic violence by her husband. “He used to do bad things to me, and I had no idea as to what a marriage is. I would run from one room to another in order to escape, but in the end he would catch me and beat me and then continued to do what he wanted. I cried so much but no one listened to me. One day I ran away from him and came to the court and talked to them.

“Whenever I wanted to play in the yard he beat me and asked me to go to the bedroom with him. This lasted for two months," added Nasser. "He was too tough with me, and whenever I asked him for mercy, he beat me and slapped me and then used me. I just want to have a respectful life and divorce him.”

Nasser’s uncle, who does not want to reveal his name, is following the case now as her guardian. According to her uncle, after Muhammed Nasser, the girl's father, lost his job as a garbage truck driver in Hajjah, he became a beggar, and soon after suffered from mental problems.

Thamer is in jail now. “Yes I was intimate with her, but I have done nothing wrong, as she is my wife and I have the right and no one can stop me," he said. "But if the judge or other people insist that I divorce her, I will do it, it’s ok.”

So far, no accusations have been made against her father, who was later released due to health problems, or Nasser's husband, who will remain in jail for further investigation.

“So far there is no case and no charges, as Nojoud arrived by herself to court asking just for a divorce,“ said Shatha Ali Nasser, a lawyer in the Supreme Court who is following Nojoud Nasser’s story.

Shatha Ali Nasser confirmed that item number 15 in Yemeni civil law reads that “no girl or boy can get married before the age of 15." However, this item was amended in 1998 so parents could make a contract of marriage between their children even if they are under the age of 15. But the husband cannot be intimate with her until she is ready or mature,” said Nasser.“This law is highly dangerous because it brings an end to a young girl’s happiness and future fruitful life. Nojoud did not get married, but she was raped by a 30-year old man.

Nasser confirmed that Nojoud Nasser’s case is not the first of its kind in Yemen, but it is the first time that a girl went to court by herself to ask for a divorce.

“We are not planning to return Nojoud to her family. Who knows? Maybe after a few years the same thing will happen to her again," said Shatha Ali Nasser. "We are planning to put her in Dar Al-Rahama [an non-governmental organization that works with children], where she can have a better life and education. We do not want her family to pay her expenses, as they are poor.”

A couple more notes on eating disorders in the media...

Friday, April 11, 2008

Update on the second part of this blog: Delaney posted a much longer, more eloquent, and more descriptive blog on the issue if anyone's interested on the whole "pro-ana/pro-recovery/pro-reality" problem.

Rach has a new article up at the Disordered Times about how, according to one Chicago Tribune writer, orthorexia isn't a problem; it's the rest of society that has the problem. Yes, girls and boys, we should all want to be orthorexic.

I struggle with healthy eating, not only because of my eating disorder but also because I am completely addicted to sugar/chocolate and have been for most of my life. I also am barely financially solvent (sometimes not at all), so I can rarely afford to buy organic. Because of issues related to digestion and vitamins, as well as financially being unable to "do it right," so to speak, I am not vegetarian. And while I am growing in leaps and bounds in my relationship with my body, and am beginning to love myself at 180 lbs., yes, I still want to be thin. But I want the implication of thin, as Marya Hornbacher puts it. I want what I was when I was thin, when I was at the height of my eating disorder, before my health became absolutely impossible to ignore. I want to be able to dance again. So I suppose I am one of those members of wider society who just needs to get with the program, as this author so eloquently puts it, because I'm just not as cool as those orthorexics (heck, I'm not even as cool as an anorexic, because I exhibit behaviors of both anorexia and COE, and I'm overweight - so I'm EDNOS; I'm not "actually sick").

Or maybe, you know, we could ALL work on ourselves so that food and weight do not become the center of our existence - whether that be through addiction to overeating, undereating, "healthy" eating and overexercise, or any other kind of eating. It seems to me that that is still the problem here, not what particular method we choose to fuck up our bodies and minds.

Also, articles like this scare the bejeezus out of me. This was brought to my attention on the online support group I mentioned before. Our website (members of the boards contributed collectively to the project) is mentioned in the article as a "pro-anorexia" website. We are not and have never been pro-anorexia; in fact, often some members feel uncomfortable that we lean too far towards pro-recovery, a la Something Fishy. Most of the media and the medical community are unaware of the trend in pro-reality that has been slowly emerging over the last several years, and besides, it's not as sensationalist and those Ana Goddess websites anyway, but nonetheless - we're here, we're comfortable giving emotional support to everyone regardless of where they are with recovering or not recovering, get used to it. Yet again, I could probably write a novel on pro-anorexia versus pro-recovery versus pro-reality, and why sites such as SF are rarely helpful to me, but I really don't want to do that because this issue has been talked to death in the blogosphere in the last seven years or so and by much more well-spoken people than me. I'd just like to point out that not everyone who accepts people who are not gung-ho in recovery all the time is necessarily selling a "lifestyle" to help young girls kill themselves. I don't think you could call any of us posters at Disordered Times pro-anorexic, particularly not Char, Rach, or myself, and yet most of us help moderate/organize/run this group; as usual and as with everything, the media needs to get with the program and stop painting things as so black and white.

What worries me the most, I think, is that it would be devastating to us to lose our site. I can't imagine what these other sites and members have gone through. We have been together for years, most of us; we have seen each other through so many ups and downs, through trying recovery and failing to completely recovered to making it. Most of us have met other members offline; I traveled to Canada to meet Lins a couple of years ago and it is thanks to her that I began reading about Islam at all (as well as that I have not completely gone off my rocker with confusion and anxiety since reverting). Another member came and stayed with me. We have people from all over the world, from every walk of life, and this is our home. If you want to ban harmful websites, ban websites that sell or promote images of disembodied women, or promote size discrimination and hatred. If you want to actually help people with eating disorders, do some responsible reporting about people who actually have eating disorders and stop glamorizing and demonizing at turns. Taking our home away from us will not save anyone from dying from an eating disorder.

Calligraphy and Tibetan art

I had a wonderful calligraphy class earlier this evening (well, yesterday evening now!) and I just thought I'd share a few different images and links. I've been studying Tibetan language and Tibetan calligraphy for about a year now, and it's so much fun. It's also providing a foundation for me to begin studying Arabic hopefully over the summer or in the fall (provided Sanskrit doesn't take up too much energy). So I am very excited about that.


For whatever reason I just love the way this particular photo turned out. This is my handwriting in my graph notebook next to one of the sheets we use to practice.


And my tracing and graph notebooks next to the same sheet.


Yet more pretty calligraphy.


There are a variety of traditional and conventional writing implements normally used in Tibetan calligraphy. Artist brush pens aren't necessarily one of them, but we started out the semester using Staedtler markers and I switched to Faber Castell pens because they remind me a bit more of paint brushes and provide a different control over the lettering.



This is a rather amateur bit I did - seed syllabel hUM on a lotus and moon disk.


Another bit of my calligraphy...seed syllable AH on a lotus and moon disk.


This is a wall hanging I have of Tara Bodhisattva's mantra, Sanskrit transliterated into Tibetan. It reads "om tare tuttare ture svaha."


Closeup of the mantra.

If you are interested in looking at more Tibetan calligraphy in various scripts, check out visiblemantra.org - it's a beautiful site with calligraphy in all sorts of scripts. Other interesting sites are the Jacques Marchais Museum of Tibetan Art, Himalayan Art Resources, and the art of Karma Phuntsok. If you're interested in contemporary Tibetan art, the Mechak Center for Contemporary Tibetan Art has some really great information, and this interview with Phuntsok Tsering, a Tibetan artist in exile, shows some of the issues facing contemporary Tibetan artists balancing traditional and modern techniques.

Also, I am really looking forward to learning Arabic calligraphy as well but don't know enough yet to make a big huge post about it, so I thought I'd mention just a couple of sites I really love that have Arabic art and calligraphy. Haji Noor Deen, whose website I found after reading this post at Rickshaw Diaries, does Arabic calligraphy in the Chinese style and it's a really amazing fusion of the two traditions. And these paintings of the names of Allah subhanu wa ta'ala just take my breath away.

More thoughts on drunkorexia

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Not too long ago, I wrote on "drunkorexia" over at the Disordered Times. I have several blogs in my head that I need to get down here, and I want to get a few others written tonight, so I will avoid a lengthy update on this issue, but I was thinking about it again this evening because on the online ED support group where I post/moderate, the issue came up. If you're interested in reading my article at the Disordered Times, it's here. I'm also working on another post on Buddhism and eating disorders, kind of related to the paper for my class last semester that I'm hoping to publish, so that will be up over at Disordered Times soon - check back there if you are interested in hearing more about that. Onto drunkorexia...

"Drunkorexia" is a new popular (not clinical) term that's been used in several newspaper articles and blogs to describe people who use drinking to starve or purge, or who starve or purge to reduce their caloric intake so that they can drink more without gaining weight. The question of how to define this and whether we should be turning every single method of fucking up our relationship with food into a "rexia" is a complicated and difficult one that I also don't want to get into right now, because I could write forever. But suffice it to say that while I do think there are serious problems with the exceedingly flawed current diagnostic criteria, I also don't think that every single way of messing up eating necessarily qualifies as a new diagnosis in and of itself.

The thing that I wanted to confront here is looking at how substance abuse/eating disorders as a comorbid issue relates with "drunkorexia." As someone who's had a substance abuse problem (albeit not with alcohol) and who has an eating disorder and who has dealt with these two issues simultaneously, I do not think that having a substance abuse problem and an eating disorder is the same as having "drunkorexia." "Drunkorexia," to me, is something people who otherwise may have fairly normal relationships with food develop by not eating so that they can drink more and still fit into their cocktail dress, or whatever. It's similar to starving oneself into a wedding dress or tux, or into a bikini. Usually people who do this would not otherwise have disordered eating, necessarily.

Now that's not to say that disordered eating isn't a problem and it isn't dangerous, because it most definitely is. Most of y'all are aware that my eating disorders work tends to focus on eating disorders as a wider cultural phenomenon, and disordered eating in our society completely and definitely contributes to that. But it is not the same as having a full-blown eating disorder or a full-blown substance abuse problem. People with eating disorders who abuse substances would be drinking or starving anyway. Our screwed up body image literally affects every single part of our life; it's rooted much more deeply in our psyche and experience, in my opinion (and in my personal experience) than making a choice not to eat while we're drinking so we keep our weight down. For us, in my experience, we abuse substances to avoid eating or as an excuse for purging; we don't just avoid eating and purge so that we can have a drink when we go out to a bar.

I am so happy that eating disorders and substance abuse are being discussed, and I think they need to be talked about more. I also am so happy that disordered eating as a bigger social issue is being discussed, and I also think it needs to be talked about more. And I definitely think they are related problems - but when we're talking about them, I don't think we should conflate the two.

The current situation in Tibet

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

I am not blind, but I am silent out of necessity. I am feeling a bit bottled up and torn apart. If anyone wants to have a rant-fest, sob-fest, or any other kind of discussion about this subject with me, my email is always open.

The other two topics of note in the blogosphere lately, which I have been dutifully ignoring because I think they're all talked out - I think the real miscarriage of justice at Harvard is the fact that they didn't extend the women-only hours to at least a large part of the week in that particular gym. And explaining the depth and intricacy of my feelings on being a "sex-positive" feminist and still, yes, in fact, considering myself a...how I hate this loaded term...feminist (or, at least, you know, not an anti-feminist upholder of the patriarchy) would take years and lots of rambling that has already been done by more eloquent people than myself.

Life right now is...well...it's finals time. I finally finished my paper on Yeshe Tsogyal, Laksminkara, and Jan Willis (who I had the chance to meet Thursday when she visited here - I would totally recommend anyone who is interested in the Civil Rights movement, Tibetan studies, or any combination or permutation thereof to check out her writing, especially her memoir Dreaming Me, and to go see her talk. I only got to have lunch with her - I was sick and missed out on her lecture - but she is just amazing). Next is Women in Africa (paper's probably going to have something to do with Islam in Morocco, considering this class has got me totally obsessed) and finally East/West. And then a reprieve. But first I have to catch up on Sanskrit, which I've been hiding from the past couple of weeks.

I constantly find myself up at 5am trying to finish doing everything that gets left by the wayside, like blogging and answering messages and comments and just everything. Sometimes I have to remind myself to just breathe in...and out. I rented movies today in the vain hope that I'll be able to watch them at some point this week - I got the Kite Runner, which I've been wanting to read the book of for ages and haven't had the chance yet. I also got Mistress of Spices, another Aishwarya Rai film; I'm totally on overload lately with her. We had to watch Aa Ab Laut Chalen today for East/West class. This one is reminiscent of Chocolat...I have to keep reminding myself the book for Mistress of Spices was written before Chocolat ever came out.

Also, you should check out this blog by my brother AV, the one and only. And these two recent commenters (here and here) with lovely blogs of their own.

Guilty Pleasures

Friday, April 4, 2008

So, I don't think I've ever really done a fangirl post before, but I love reading her fashion posts, so I thought I would plug a few sites, companies, etc. that I've been loving lately (not all fashion).




Moe's Southwest Grill. Normally I don't crave Moe's (ever), but I've been seriously jonesing for it this week. Luckily, I live within about a three minute walk from one. (Also, I live within about a five minute walk from Qdoba's, but moes > qdobas, kids.) It also helps that Moe's employees are literally the most cheerful, friendly people EVER. Seriously. There are probably 20+ eating establishments within walking distance from me, and I've probably been to all of them at one point or another in the last three years, and Moe's seriously kicks customer service ass.


Neutrogena Moisture Shine Lip Gloss.






And Redken FreshCurls
saved my hair. For real. And it's not even curly.










Islamic clothing by Sajeda and Al Hannah - both amazing companies with affordable, excellent quality clothing and quick shipping. I absolutely love Sajeda's khaleji abayas and Al Hannah's hijabs, especially, but both have some really amazing stuff. I actually have all of the stuff pictured except for one of the Sajeda abayas (I couldn't find one of the ones I have so I just picked one of the ones I'd like to have). It's probably safer to visit these sites if you have an overabundance of credit, money, and/or self-restraint (I don't).

And...I almost forgot to add Al Jilbab; this was my first ever experience ordering Islamic clothing other than hijabs, and can I just say they are amazing? I wear the dresses I've ordered from there more than any other clothing I own. It's a jilbab workshop in Egypt - all handmade, hand-embroidered, unique, colorful, GORGEOUS designs in lightweight Egyptian cotton. And they have the absolute best prices of any jilbab store I've found.

Call for Submissions: Freedom and Autonomy

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

It's that time again! I shall be hosting the second round of the Feminist Carnival of Sexual Freedom and Autonomy, to appear on April 21, 2008. This means that submissions and nominations need to be in my inbox (angelofpeace@gmail.com) on or around April 19, 2008. I also accept hugs, cookies, cash, and other forms of bribery at this address.

Ideally, your submissions/nominations should be written between the time of the previous carnival and this one (so between March 30-April 20), although this is not a hard and fast rule. You may nominate more than one post, and you may also nominate someone else's work. Writings by both men and women are welcome, as long as they are, in some way, sex-positive. You don't necessarily have to identify with feminism, but you do have to support women and women's experiences of sexuality in your writing.

You can write about any related topic you wish, but if you're looking for ideas, I'd love to explore the themes of freedom and autonomy. What does it mean to be sexually free in a world where women's choices are invariably coerced? How do we, as women, protect our freedom? How do we exercise our rights? What obstacles do we face?

What about autonomy? What does it mean to have autonomy or to claim autonomy? And what about those of us (through D/s, BDSM, or what have you) who choose to give it up? Do we have a responsibility to all women through our sexual choices, or only to ourselves? What about sexual health, education, legislation, and liberation? Why and in what way are these things important to us, as women?

If you're interested, the first carnival can be found here and the carnival website can be found here.

 
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