ButBabyYou MustBe So FedUp WithABoy WhoKeeps Tellin You How Much GoodHe's Gonna Do.."
"A feeling. I have this feeling , in a constant form with a re-occurring wavering force. Not so much am i plagued by it as such (or, "them"), rather walking down a relatively straight path paved with ideals from then and now still hand-in-hand, coming to the very basic fork in the thought-road, thus then becoming drawn-and-quartered by my own indecisions and inability to make these roads connect in some kind of off-key, yet harmonic unisin to make for a good, well-rounded, intersecting read and much more linear belief-system of liberties and the things I love.
In my good hand and with my good eye, the values and traditions and of non-traditions and the value i place in KEEPING this alive (see 'change' in dictionary), are very set. Quite clear even to the trained and to the untrained revolutionary-eye. See. Speak. Speak-for-out-against. Notice. Act. Do. Be. Don't do. Refuse. All this for the on-going 'he-witch' hunt and good old-fashioned burnings of the documents and flesh of the patriarchal state, in which we must live, and otherwise call, "home".
In my ideas, I try and wish for a human world outside of my observatory in which we can function with nothing but clear and larger pieces on the table, making obseletions of the finer-tunings, hidden tiny parts(media poisons), layers of grease and dust and dirt (ignorance, arrogance, rumor, myth, and patriarchal cleanliness for maintenance of order) which cause constant blockages and all which works in an awful, disgusting mysoginist-machine (see 'world' in dictionary), where we sell wymin and children over the internet, brides, sex, where we can mesh the imagery of an innocent child and pornographic adulthood together and come out with a crisp, fresh, bank note. A world existing outside of my observatory in which i do not have to be characterised and institutionalised by my sex. The dreams for a recognition and the power of it. All this and so, so much more. etc, etc, etc..
And then there is my red right hand. I used to think it was the worse off of two proverbial visionary hands, but the wonder of that it may see with searing clarity grows more and more. Is this all wasted passion? No. But has there all been far too much self and time-induced propaghanda which is fogging up a clearer pavement means to a solution? I am not sure. We spend so much time, conviction and heart (see 'optionable' in dictionary) on working for destruction of our separation and segregation we live inside, day to day. We protest, we pickett, we're anti, we're pro- ,we speak, whisper and scream. Hell, some of us even man-hate. My appreciation and thanks to all of these things is undoubtably endless, and has shaped me and also my life. But in this striving/working for a very loud, frantic downfall of this patriarchal separation, is it all infact just working towards further counts of separation amongst our people? A loud, political smoke-screen which we think is working in our favour, but is actually just slowing us down? For gender equality, we do not do much when we mock men who claim to be in favour of the fight and feminism, we question and point excuse-laiden fingers at boys who find home and genuine honest love in riot grrrl music and it's pillars, we tell boys they can’t be riot boys too, we doubt and question any outside interest in the important issues that affect us, should they be of a different sex. and so much more. We discredit their honesty and passion, ideas/ideals and beliefs because , well “Well, you just can’t be feminist. You are a male.”
Hell, The ‘Reclaim The Night’ marches here are wymmin exclusive. Men are not allowed to take part in them, and it is a well known fact. It’s printed in press publications, and is all over the posters in advertisement for the annual event. An event which in light of this fact which I find, for lack of better words, ‘wrong’, I choose to NOT attend the Reclaim The Night rallies, despite the strong passionate beliefs I hold in the matter behind the event. I understand that it is for and about wymmin, but compassion and sympathy and empathy, empowerment and KNOWLEDGE are NOT gender exclusive. They NEVER WILL BE either. Tell me how we can gain 100% power from this? We are not even 100% in ourselves as a worldwide collective of wymmin, and aside from this, we are still only ever going to be 50% of the WHOLE sceme of things even if we do ALL come together. You want that 100% power? Then why the fuck are we pushing away the other great percentages of that blocked off 50% that we NEED to have start hearing and understanding? And it goes so much beyond this too. Off handedly,
I was having a conversation with a bunch of girls I know, and it was coming down to that I was sitting with a circle of females saying to me that girls who scream/bellow in a deep throated way as front-wymmin for hardcore bands were just trying to emulate their male counterparts. That they were TRYING to sound like a male. Completely disregarding the notions that vocal chords, influences, screams of passion are actually for EVERY different female singer. And it’s ammusing because the topic of the males who sing, be it softly, high pitched, screechy-screaming reminiscent of many female vocalists I know, never came to say that THEY were trying to emulate FEMALES. No, it was just accepted that some guys just sing like that. No reasons why. And I’m glad it didn’t, because there ARE none. It’s all about PERSONAL ABILITIES and the way one WANTS to express their voice through song. Don’t ever tell me that Spitboy were vocally trying to be boys. Even Tairrie B for modern example. Fallriver, Perdona, Or Candice from W.O.J, I mean, shit. Come on. Look at their lyrics instead of their aesthetics. Hear their songs as WORDS and not just SOUNDS.
These are the people I see as strong and ones I can respect, not because they do look and sound and say things the way they do, and cut it just as cool as the boys, but because they were simply not afraid to get up and do it in a male dominated sound-scene. And not even just because it was a male dominated scene, but because it was simply what they wanted to do.
I was very, VERY alone in my standpoint at that table. Saying that Girls that dressed in black, had dark hair and not entirely effeminate characteristics were just trying to keep up with the boys club.
“I’d really like to see a small, cute blonde girl who’s dressed in pink get up and scream/sing for a hardcore band, no tattoos, no piercings, that’s what I’D like to see.”
Is one comment I recall being stunted by. I took myself as a GREAT example of what she was expressing was a masculine, clichéd EMULATION of male hardcore culture. I take it they would all never see my band based on my voice either.. Sad but true. When THE REALITY IS that this is me, it is how and what I enjoy for me and me alone. Not only are they all under mind that should a girl be dressing like one of the boys and collecting things like ‘tattoos’, and ‘body peircings’ (a predominately, until nowdays THANK GOD, male dominated culture club) , that she is not doing it of her own free like, choice, taste, and comfort. But they were basically telling be that SOUND now has gender too. High=girl, Low=boy. Right. Once again the pendulum is kicked pertly back into swing by people I thought would know better.
Why do we do this? Why do we use what we would express a passion of killing and trying to define the 15 reasons for it being acceptable by OUR sex in block against another. I find my thoughts verging to this. Gender is just thus. Gender to me, is the physical differings which defines one sex from the other, from the other. When you boil it down and disregard so many other finer points, and just leave it to definitions as a physical. In the right hand, that is. Because we still know that our definitions as different sexes go way beyond the physicall..right? Or do they? Or have we been conditioned to thinking this too?
I love my pro-femme counterparts. Male, female, old, young, my cat, my dog, my books and my art. In any form, shape, sound, sex, light, texture, paint, expression.
I just wish sometimes the human ones were as open to it all as a sceme without physical and audio limitations.
In my good hand and with my good eye, the values and traditions and of non-traditions and the value i place in KEEPING this alive (see 'change' in dictionary), are very set. Quite clear even to the trained and to the untrained revolutionary-eye. See. Speak. Speak-for-out-against. Notice. Act. Do. Be. Don't do. Refuse. All this for the on-going 'he-witch' hunt and good old-fashioned burnings of the documents and flesh of the patriarchal state, in which we must live, and otherwise call, "home".
In my ideas, I try and wish for a human world outside of my observatory in which we can function with nothing but clear and larger pieces on the table, making obseletions of the finer-tunings, hidden tiny parts(media poisons), layers of grease and dust and dirt (ignorance, arrogance, rumor, myth, and patriarchal cleanliness for maintenance of order) which cause constant blockages and all which works in an awful, disgusting mysoginist-machine (see 'world' in dictionary), where we sell wymin and children over the internet, brides, sex, where we can mesh the imagery of an innocent child and pornographic adulthood together and come out with a crisp, fresh, bank note. A world existing outside of my observatory in which i do not have to be characterised and institutionalised by my sex. The dreams for a recognition and the power of it. All this and so, so much more. etc, etc, etc..
And then there is my red right hand. I used to think it was the worse off of two proverbial visionary hands, but the wonder of that it may see with searing clarity grows more and more. Is this all wasted passion? No. But has there all been far too much self and time-induced propaghanda which is fogging up a clearer pavement means to a solution? I am not sure. We spend so much time, conviction and heart (see 'optionable' in dictionary) on working for destruction of our separation and segregation we live inside, day to day. We protest, we pickett, we're anti, we're pro- ,we speak, whisper and scream. Hell, some of us even man-hate. My appreciation and thanks to all of these things is undoubtably endless, and has shaped me and also my life. But in this striving/working for a very loud, frantic downfall of this patriarchal separation, is it all infact just working towards further counts of separation amongst our people? A loud, political smoke-screen which we think is working in our favour, but is actually just slowing us down? For gender equality, we do not do much when we mock men who claim to be in favour of the fight and feminism, we question and point excuse-laiden fingers at boys who find home and genuine honest love in riot grrrl music and it's pillars, we tell boys they can’t be riot boys too, we doubt and question any outside interest in the important issues that affect us, should they be of a different sex. and so much more. We discredit their honesty and passion, ideas/ideals and beliefs because , well “Well, you just can’t be feminist. You are a male.”
Hell, The ‘Reclaim The Night’ marches here are wymmin exclusive. Men are not allowed to take part in them, and it is a well known fact. It’s printed in press publications, and is all over the posters in advertisement for the annual event. An event which in light of this fact which I find, for lack of better words, ‘wrong’, I choose to NOT attend the Reclaim The Night rallies, despite the strong passionate beliefs I hold in the matter behind the event. I understand that it is for and about wymmin, but compassion and sympathy and empathy, empowerment and KNOWLEDGE are NOT gender exclusive. They NEVER WILL BE either. Tell me how we can gain 100% power from this? We are not even 100% in ourselves as a worldwide collective of wymmin, and aside from this, we are still only ever going to be 50% of the WHOLE sceme of things even if we do ALL come together. You want that 100% power? Then why the fuck are we pushing away the other great percentages of that blocked off 50% that we NEED to have start hearing and understanding? And it goes so much beyond this too. Off handedly,
I was having a conversation with a bunch of girls I know, and it was coming down to that I was sitting with a circle of females saying to me that girls who scream/bellow in a deep throated way as front-wymmin for hardcore bands were just trying to emulate their male counterparts. That they were TRYING to sound like a male. Completely disregarding the notions that vocal chords, influences, screams of passion are actually for EVERY different female singer. And it’s ammusing because the topic of the males who sing, be it softly, high pitched, screechy-screaming reminiscent of many female vocalists I know, never came to say that THEY were trying to emulate FEMALES. No, it was just accepted that some guys just sing like that. No reasons why. And I’m glad it didn’t, because there ARE none. It’s all about PERSONAL ABILITIES and the way one WANTS to express their voice through song. Don’t ever tell me that Spitboy were vocally trying to be boys. Even Tairrie B for modern example. Fallriver, Perdona, Or Candice from W.O.J, I mean, shit. Come on. Look at their lyrics instead of their aesthetics. Hear their songs as WORDS and not just SOUNDS.
These are the people I see as strong and ones I can respect, not because they do look and sound and say things the way they do, and cut it just as cool as the boys, but because they were simply not afraid to get up and do it in a male dominated sound-scene. And not even just because it was a male dominated scene, but because it was simply what they wanted to do.
I was very, VERY alone in my standpoint at that table. Saying that Girls that dressed in black, had dark hair and not entirely effeminate characteristics were just trying to keep up with the boys club.
“I’d really like to see a small, cute blonde girl who’s dressed in pink get up and scream/sing for a hardcore band, no tattoos, no piercings, that’s what I’D like to see.”
Is one comment I recall being stunted by. I took myself as a GREAT example of what she was expressing was a masculine, clichéd EMULATION of male hardcore culture. I take it they would all never see my band based on my voice either.. Sad but true. When THE REALITY IS that this is me, it is how and what I enjoy for me and me alone. Not only are they all under mind that should a girl be dressing like one of the boys and collecting things like ‘tattoos’, and ‘body peircings’ (a predominately, until nowdays THANK GOD, male dominated culture club) , that she is not doing it of her own free like, choice, taste, and comfort. But they were basically telling be that SOUND now has gender too. High=girl, Low=boy. Right. Once again the pendulum is kicked pertly back into swing by people I thought would know better.
Why do we do this? Why do we use what we would express a passion of killing and trying to define the 15 reasons for it being acceptable by OUR sex in block against another. I find my thoughts verging to this. Gender is just thus. Gender to me, is the physical differings which defines one sex from the other, from the other. When you boil it down and disregard so many other finer points, and just leave it to definitions as a physical. In the right hand, that is. Because we still know that our definitions as different sexes go way beyond the physicall..right? Or do they? Or have we been conditioned to thinking this too?
I love my pro-femme counterparts. Male, female, old, young, my cat, my dog, my books and my art. In any form, shape, sound, sex, light, texture, paint, expression.
I just wish sometimes the human ones were as open to it all as a sceme without physical and audio limitations.