April 28th, 2008
|10:46 am - Grove Blog, Books, and Pride|
The new version of WordPress is a tad different, so I'm forgetting to actually "publish" the 3cg_blog posts after writing them on occasion. I caught it earlier this time than I did last time. Still, it just showed up on LJ.
I ordered a book the other day from Miami University of Ohio, called Ecstasy: Trance, Dance, and Transformation. I thought this would be a great resource for my Trance 2 work, figuring that a book like that would be wonderful for more information about trance.
Well, it's not about trance. Or dance. Or even transformation. It's about the damn drug ecstasy. Quite honestly, I can't figure out why anyone would want this particular book. The author is trying to be some sort of Tim Leary and not doing a very good job of it at all. I find myself shaking my fist at MUOhio and thinking smoldering thoughts in the direction of Oxford, as if it's somehow their fault.
Last Thursday, I attended a Pride organizational event. Three Cranes Grove, ADF, has been asked to help with the intertraditional service before Pride this year, and I'm very excited about this. As a result, I find myself with a dire need to accessorize my ritual gear (no, I'm not kidding at all). I was thinking that I need either a rainbow stole or perhaps a rainbow sash to replace my usual belt, but something with the ADF sigil on it. Anyone willing to give me a hand and help me by making it (or keying me into where I can get such a thing)?
I really enjoyed the Pride meeting, by the way. As I reflected back on the meeting, I wondered if I should have felt out of place, or if I had felt out of place. I really didn't, and I suspect that because there was a representative from Green Faerie Grove, I didn't feel as out of place as I had in the initial meetings I had during my last interfaith foray for World AIDS Day (where I was the only Pagan in the room and service, though my discomfort cleared up quickly in that setting). I've always really liked the Pride movement, but involvement isn't always easy for allies. I'm very happy that I've been offered this particular chance to show my support (and my Grove's support) for the movement.
It's clear to me that I'm going to have to get over my general discomfort with certain terms, though, particularly "queer," which is a term that I've known most cleary from its use on the playground during my primary education in Kentucky, really, so those connotations still stick in my head. I'm not sure that the word had passed my lips since at least 1999, when I last mentioned playing the game "smear the queer" on the playground to my girlfriend (who was appalled I had played it: I'm pretty sure I hadn't thought of the socio-political impacts of the game's name before that). This is an entirely different community with a very specialized vocabulary that I'm not at all used to, and I'm pretty darn sure that the vocabulary isn't agreed upon by the entire population.
Ah, well: it's an adventure, and one that I'm very eager to take part in.
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It basically entailed having one kid who was "it" (or, in this case, "queer") that the entire group would chase after and try and tackle or otherwise beat up on them. On occasion (depending on regional variation), the "queer" might have some way of passing off the "queerness" to another person (or "infecting" them with it), often by passing a token such as a ball or a flag, which would give them some sort of immunity, if they could get rid of the "queerness" quickly enough.
If we accept that the play behavior in children is a method of learning, then what "smear the queer" really entails is play-acting hunting for and killing (or at least hurting) someone who is designated by the group as "queer."
Of course, play is just that: play. It's got its own rules and its own time, which don't transfer into the real world. But then, kittens play with mice purely to learn how to kill them in the future.
At least, if I were going to BS a paper about the implications of the game "smear the queer," that would be the basic summary of the argument.
(sorry I missed your calls last night. Will try and get back to you this evening)
The way we played Smear the Queer was whoever had the ball was fair game. The object was to keep the ball for as long as possible without getting "smeared" and to ditch it off to someone else at the last possible moment. There wasn't any real goal, but kids I grew up with played it pretty much like a free-for-all-football game.
Honestly, I never thought about the queer connotation, but then I'm of a generation where it meant "odd" before it came to mean GLBT.
Yeah, I never played it myself, but a lot of kids in my neighborhood did. I was too busy with things like jumprope, badmitten and whiffleball. (I never was any good at contact sports.)