Posts Tagged ‘sexuality’
Terri (mom) and Colin
Pronouns have taken on greater importance since your coming out, right? And I know that we have discussed it ad nauseum. It isn’t as easy as most people would think, though, is it? There are the traditional gender pronouns, he/she, him/her. Now there are new gender pronouns, ze, zim, zer. These are all concepts that I understand. It took me a while to accept that they/them could be a chosen pronoun for a single person. Really seems like multiple personality disorder when a person refers to zimself (Themself!) as a they or them. But, you have persuaded me. I still won’t use it in an academic setting. 🙂
However, what we discuss back and forth and round and round is other chosen pronouns. You have told me that whatever someone identifies with, they can use as a pronoun. If they identify as a tree, they can use tree as their pronoun. Now, darn it! This is just confusing. Will you please tell me why that is okay? Why isn’t it confusing? Isn’t it confusing to you? Do you know someone with such a gender expression? If anything can be a pronoun, how can we navigate language?
I don’t actually see it as that difficult. Maybe that’s just the way my mind is wired. Maybe not. I’d probably say yes to the way my mind is wired. At my school, when PGP’s are explained to new students you see a few reactions typically. There are the few that know what you’re talking about, and either help explain or roll there eyes and wait for you to be done because they already get it and can we move on now? There are those who just light up and sometimes ask, “Wait, so I can use anything as my gender pronoun? Wow – that’s so cool!” It just makes sense, no questions asked. There are also those who after ten minutes of explanation still give you the what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about look and say, “Wait, so why is my PGP he and him? I don’t get it.” Of course, there are other reactions, but those are some of the typical. It’s always just made sense to me. I don’t know why, it just does.
By the way. PGP stands for Prefered Gender Pronouns, and is the words you use to call yourself or have others call you that describes your Gender Identity. My Gender Identity is male. Typically male identified people have the PGP he, him, and his. I personally describe my Gender Identity (male) with the PGP he, him, and zy.
I have a friend whom’s Gender Identity is Tree. This individual uses different types of trees to describe their gender based on how they feel about treeness today.
An individual I have not met, but have heard about – they used to attend my school – has the Gender Identity Rainbow. This persons PGP is the colours of the Rainbow, and changes day to day.
What are your recommendations when using pronouns? What should people never, ever say?
Recommendations are just try to remember. If you are in a fight with somebody never purposely misgender them. That is asking to not ever have that friendship again. Mistakes are forgivable. Just try. I will say. Unless a person specifically tells you they identify as it, never, EVER, call somebody an it.
What is the hardest thing for you, regarding pronouns? I suspect it is the mistakes a few people constantly make, repeatedly. What is your greatest joy?
It’s really frustrating when the same person messes up constantly. If one specific person can never get you pronouns right, even if they apologize when they do, it’s so frustrating. It makes me personally feel a bit underappreciated and disprespected. It’s well appreciated and enjoyed when people just, get, pronouns.
How can we help you? And what can you do to help us?
Um… listen? And I guess if you’re listening, I’ll talk. 😀 I like talking. 😛
I know that this “tree” discussion causes some heated arguments because I have a hard time accepting a person using tree as a pronoun. It makes me think they are a bit loopy. I’m sorry. I can’t help my reaction, but I’ll try and listen and hold your point of view.
All’s well that end’s well.
The weather on the bridge today was stormy and blah. And our conversation was too.
That’s because broska was in the car. 😀 Good day sir!
Colin & Terri
This is not okay.
This is the same as that movie.
What movie are we talking about? (The Lorax referenced below).
And this. Is. War.
But I’m pretty sure that the United Methodist Church doesn’t look at it like that. And just saying?
Homosexuality is not the equivalent of war. War is an oppressive act of violence stated to gain something for the victor in most – not all – cases. The other primary option of war is to fix an oppressive situation. War revolves around oppression, whether it be solving or creating. As far as I am aware, homosexuality is not oppressive, however many people whom are homosexual are oppressed or become oppressive to avoid getting hurt. But if that is the case, then shouldn’t war be equivalent – if it must be to something – to those who oppress?
Asking people to own their oppression is difficult to do. We all have some stake in this. We’ve talked about the transition for you to “white male.” And you have said, without my prompting, I might add, that the only thing that bothers you is that you are part of the structure that has traditionally oppressed. We all have two-ness as oppressor and oppressed. The beauty of what you did…by identifying the oppressive element, you can then guard against it and purposely lay it down. It is hard to give up power. Especially hard to give up power when it is wrapped up in ecclessial and/or biblical belief. And even more difficult for people to believe that their understanding may be wrong. To be wrong then means to confront all the pain that you have dealt to other people in your righteousness. Sigh.
My identity is what keeps me going when I am down, and keeps me strong when I feel weak. It is how I view myself when I look in a mirror and how I explain myself to those who care to listen and not judge. My identity is not an oppressor, but somebody who has been oppressed. And yes, I am not a homosexual, in fact I am asexual, but I am a boy who likes boys, a boy who likes girls, a boy who likes it’s, them’s, zie’s, zhers, and zy’s. Lesson on gender language here. I am a boy who has a beautiful body given to me that I cannot love for myself, Do you mean that you cannot love the current femaleness of your body? though I do love, and will never be able to identify with. I am a boy with a girlfriend though I am okay with having more than one partner and probably will have more than one in my future. I am a 16 year old that identifies as five, and who knows when that will change. I am also a boy with a voice that speaks out against things I cannot identify with because they oppress me.
Info on sexual fluidity here. I remember when I was in college the first time around, we did a ‘quiz’ on gender to determine how we identify as male or as female. It was all about typical traits associated with one gender or the other. I came out smack in the middle. A little to obnoxious to be “feminine,” a little to nice to be “masculine.” Stereotypes.
War is not the same as homosexuality.
In the United Methodist Church there are two things that are not compatible with Christian living. Number one, war. And number two, homosexuality. Basically anything on that list is held at the same standard, and is equally bad. But homosexuality is not, nor as bad as war.
Homosexuality is not even bad. Seriously. What are we telling our people? Nobody. Nobody. Nobody. is getting bent out of shape in our churches over war. War kills.
Here’s what the book says:
The United Methodist Church does not condone the practice of homosexuality and consider this practice incompatible with Christian teaching.
No Author (2009-01-01). The Book of Discipline of the United Methodist Church 2008-2012 (p. 103). Abingdon Press. Kindle Edition.
We believe war is incompatible with the teachings and example of Christ. We therefore reject war as an instrument of national foreign policy.
No Author (2009-01-01). The Book of Discipline of the United Methodist Church 2008-2012 (p. 128). Abingdon Press. Kindle Edition.
Homosexuality is an identity.
War is what is happening between Israel and Palestine. And by the oppression of Palestine, the church profits.
The UMC pension plan for pastors has investments in companies that work for Israel such as Caterpillar. Caterpillar bulldozers are used to bulldoze Palestinian settlements. When voting to divest, the argument went something like this. “We know it is wrong to do, but some people in our church might have their investment impacted if we vote for divestment.” So they voted to keep putting money into a company that is essentially a weapon of war. Sigh. So much for John Wesley’s, “Do no harm.” On the other hand, they did vote to divest themselves from privately run prisons. Hallelujah and Amen.
Now, have you ever seen the movie the Lorax? It’s this amazing movie – based off a book – that I loved. It tells of healing, and I was glad to go and see it. When talking with one of my friends at school about the movie, he said that he would not go see it because it had bad morals and stood for wrong causes.
I was blown away!
This movie – this BEAUTIFUL movie was corrupt? Not possible! It stood for healing, and taking care of the earth and –
“But have you seen those commercials for McDonald’s and other multibillion dollar companies that involves the Lorax? Every time you go and see the Lorax, you’re supporting those companies with the money you use to pay for tickets.”
And that money is used in ways that are destructive and often goes towards countries that use it to destroy others in war. Or that money is used in more subtle destructive ways. Movies and advertising that demeans women’s bodies, encouraging earth-destructive growing practices, disgusting practices around beef, etc.
Basically, the church is doing the same thing with Israel and Palestine.
So the church is even further demeaning homosexuality by offhandedly supporting war. So, what message is that giving to the world?
‘Cause according to that logic, homosexuality is not even the equivalent of war. It’s worse than war.
I am so sorry. I hold your pain.
Weather on the bridge today? Hot and sunny. But really, it felt cloudy in our hearts.