I did not need to see this woman before bed.
Happier times.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
I love her so much I’m sorry except I’m not sorry.
Here’s Maya Rudolph and Sissy Spacek hugging like the ship is going down.
If nothing else, Dan Savage has proven that he could get better. There’s no question that his work has perpetuated classism, adultism, and transphobia.
As educators, we never want to throw anyone away. We’re committed to meeting people where they are at and working together towards a future for everyone. We do not mean to attack Dan Savage on a personal level, to deem him evil or forever oppressive. As he himself has said, he has “had a journey on trans issues,” and we hope that he will continue to work towards recognizing the privilege to fight oppression.
That said, we also demand the very best for our communities. While we hold patience for Dan Savage as an individual trying to sort through oppression, we have no tolerance for him as a representative or a leader. As an extremely visible queer figure, his actions and words often perpetuate violence against the very people he is representing. His role as a representative isn’t something that he can choose not to do, it’s not a role that he can contest. For many, he’s the only conduit into the queer world, the only example of what a queer person might look like. Universities looking to pay heed to queer communities often turn to him, paying $10,000 for him to tell students, in not so many words, that it’s ok to use words like “tranny” and “shemale,” that you shouldn’t be tricked by people who profess to be bisexual, that young people should wait patiently for it to get better.
In this respect, as a representational figure, we have no patience for him to work out his issues. Frankly, we already hear enough of that bullshit every day, and we don’t need to hear it from another white, monied, able-bodied adult cis man with a sex column and a microphone. Dan Savage, you do not speak for us.
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Tumblr is such a mindfuck.
"You look like Hugh Jackman!"
— Rob, a very kind, struggling HIV+ man, greeting me as he rode up on his bike to chat and ask me for a little help at 3 am last night as I was outside smoking, thoroughly terrifying me as I’ve been mugged three times and obviously I’m still a little skittish about strangers approaching me in the middle of the night. Also, I don’t look like Hugh Jackman.
