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The Sweet Spot of Reproductive Rights

I am mumblefortymumblemumble years old. I am young enough that I never experienced adult sexuality pre-Roe. I am old enough to be (voluntarily) past my childbearing years, now when Roe is threatened. I lived my fertile years in the sweet spot of reproductive freedom, in that, every single time I had sex and was fertile, abortion was available to me.

And as hard as it is to admit in public, I needed that freedom. I availed myself of that right.

I admit it now because younger women are profoundly threatened, and I feel it is up to people my age, people who have been blessed and are now on the safe side of fertility, to fight even harder. Easy enough to be young and to fight for what you might lose, for what you might desperately need, for what you should have; easy enough to sit back and relax because it’s not “your” fight, because you’re not the one endangered.

At a guess, more than half the adult women I know between, say, 30–50, have had at least one abortion. A similar number of men in that age range have gone through the experience with a woman who was important to them. I don’t have to bang a drum here. I don’t have to explain why. Most of the time, I haven’t even asked why. These aren’t stories we’re happy to tell. These aren’t stories we’re comfortable with. They’re dark moments in our lives, but we know that we were saved from the true darkness of no legal options.

So it’s time for those of us who are “safe” to stand up for our sisters and daughters. To be brave. To make admissions that others will hate to hear, that others will try to shame us with. It’s time to say, I will not let the lives of these younger women be made infinitely worse than my own. I will not take my privilege for granted. I will not walk away from the mothers and grandmothers before me who fought for these rights.

It’s wrong, it’s just wrong, that there’s this select group of women who have had this freedom, and who can opt out of the struggle. Just because we can doesn’t mean we should.

Men Aren’t Really From Mars

Today is International Women’s Day, as well as Blog Against Sexism Day. I had something else vaguely planned for today, but these thoughts started running through my mind late last night.

When I was a teenager, I knew a couple of girls, my own age, who were lesbian separatists. When I first met them, I thought this meant they just wanted to live apart from men. But no! They believed that the human race was originally female. They believed that men were invaders from outer space, who had stolen women’s natural partheogenic abilities to control us. They believed if we could kill off or drive away all men, partheogenesis would reemerge on its own.

Even when I was fourteen, this made my brain hurt. Besides being, y’know, whacky, I thought it was pretty high risk. I mean, what if you did get rid of all the men, and the partheogenesis thing didn’t happen?

But what I want to say here is: That isn’t feminism.

Isn’t.

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Theocracy in Missouri

As widely reported in the blogosphere, Missouri wishes to make Christianity the official state religion.

House Concurrent Resolution 13 has is pending in the state legislature…

The resolution would recognize “a Christian god,??? and it would not protect minority religions, but “protect the majority’s right to express their religious beliefs.

I have seen some Wiccans shrug at this. They point out this is a non-binding resolution, not a law. They point out that Wicca has always been hidden, so what’s the big?

The obvious intent here is to make an inroad towards establishment. They are trying to further the tiresome and self-serving meme that Chrisitianity is “oppressed” in the U.S. They are doing this to undermine the idea that it is minority religion and non-religion that requires protection. The right is all about talking points. It’s all about selling a story. Truthiness. Missouri is trying to sell the story that Christianity is oppressed, must be protected, and can be made a state religion. That they skirt the letter of the law to do so is beside the point.

And as to the “hidden Wicca” idea? Hide to be discreet and private. Hide to work the Witches Pyramid. Hide to preserve the Mysteries. But when they come to drag us out of our homes, to take our jobs, our children, our lives?

Don’t hide. Fight.

I choose to hold my head up

I chose to be Pagan. I volunteered. But this latest persecution of alternative religious expression got me thinking that I didn’t choose this. I didn’t choose to be a victim of an oppressive theocracy.

My great-grandparents came to this country to escape pogroms. They came here to be free. And, while some Jews adopted gentile surnames, we did not. I was raised to be proud of who I am, and raised to celebrate my difference, to celebrate the religious freedom that makes America both diverse and free. Like a lot of Jews, I am a liberal patriot, because I know how precious it is to be free, and how easily that freedom can be snatched away.

I credit my mother’s pride in her Judaism with my ability to be proud of my Paganism. I am proud of her. To the extent that I hold my head up, and say not here, not to us, never again, I am proud of myself. But we have to keep fighting.

We have to fight the attempts to establish a theocracy. Fight religious monuments in government buildings. Fight the notion of a “Christian nation.” Fight bigotry against Muslims. Fight with our keyboards, our wallets, our voices, and the stands we take. If we don’t fight for it, I guarantee they’ll take it away from us.

Persecution for a PARODY of religion

Through the Wild Hunt blog, I learned of this horrifying story of a child snatched from his mother by a court determined to punish her for being a member of the Church of the Subgenius.

This is punishment and persecution, without even the pretense of protecting the boy. “Evidence” against the mom, Rachel Bevilacqua, includes her participating in events where her son was not present. (Some of those photos are of Starwood 25, an event I attended.)

[The judge] strongly disapproved of the photos of Rachel Bevilacqua in a bondage dress and papier mache goat’s head. The judge repeatedly asked, “Why a goat? What’s so significant about a goat’s head?” When Rachel replied, “I just thought the word ‘goat’ was funny,” Judge Punch lost his temper completely, and began to shout abuse at Rachel, calling her a “pervert,” “mentally ill,” “lying,” and a participant in “sex orgies.” The judge ordered that Rachel is to have absolutely no contact with her son, not even in writing, because he felt the pictures of X-Day performance art were evidence enough to suspect “severe mental illness”. Rachel has had no contact with Kohl since that day, February 3, 2006.

As of yesterday, Rachel was granted supervised visition with Kohl. The Church of the Subgenius is raising money for the family’s legal costs.

I am so mad I could spit. It makes my stomach hurt. To lose her child. Her child! Because of religion. In the 21st Century. In New York. I am torn between rage at the injustice, and agony on behalf of the mother and child, and did I mention rage?

Wow

A lot of people on the left, myself included, have been just furious with the New York Times for its shameful behavior regarding Judith Miller. But if this isn’t some sort of redemption, I don’t know what is.

Why is there exactly one answer?

In the abortion debate, sooner or later someone will bring up the “when life begins” canard. Now, on one level it’s bullshit, because the whole idea that “pro-life” is “preserving the life of the unborn” is not pro-life. It’s not. If it was pro-life then the lives of adult women would be important. If it was pro-life then unmarried women who had babies would be celebrated rather than shamed. But I’ve posted about that before. Here, I am posting about something different.

When does life begin? We cannot talk about it without dancing on the edge of the soul or spirit, and that’s pretty religious, even for non-religious people. I do think this whole “pro-life” (insert eye-roll here) discussion comes perilously close to establishment, because it takes some religions’ views over others’. But moreover, we’re working from a rigidly monotheistic paradigm.

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Definitive statement on the cartoon controversies

This Modern World

Domesticating Women

Guys and Dolls was on TCM last night. I’m a freak for musicals, and it’s one of my favorites. It’s also one of the most sexist things ever written, and it’s all about the war between the sexes (hence the title). I’ve been thinking about this musical and its implications, on and off since I was twelve years old.

One of the themes of the musical is that women tame men. Men are wild and adventurous, and women are domestic. Women will steal men’s wildness, and this threatens men. The “wild men” in this story are outlaws; gamblers one step ahead of the cops. Women seek marriage; and marriage, being of society, will reinforce social bonds. Women want “wallpaper and bookends;” if their man strays:

Slowly introduce him to domestic life
And if he ever tries to stray from you
Have a headache
Have a pot roast
Have a baby
Have two!

This story is seven thousand years old.

It starts in Mesopatamia, with Enkidu. In one of the oldest pieces of writing yet discovered, we are told of Enkidu, the wild man of the forest. He is destructive to grazing and hunting grounds, so a hunter seeks out Gilgamesh for advise:

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Hot Singin’ Babes

Jane Monheit is an up-and-coming voice in the world of American standards. Joss Stone has one of the best set of pipes I’ve ever heard applied to soul music, and strong interpretive skills. Fiona Apple is a kickass songwriter with a jazzy sensibility and a rich voice. Sheryl Crow is an uneven singer, but a creative, quirky, and fascinating songwriter with a unique style. What do they all have in common?

They are all gorgeous. They are babes. They have clean, even, symmetrical features, gorgeous smiles, bitchen bods, and shampoo-commercial hair.

This disturbs me.
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