This week I’ve been reading #74

It’s time for another round up of articles, blog posts and stuff from the internet that caught my attention this week.

This Week I've Been Reading
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Please Don’t Stop The Music

Gay bars are therapy for people who can’t afford therapy; temples for people who lost their religion, or whose religion lost them; vacations for people who can’t go on vacation; homes for folk without families; sanctuaries against aggression. They take sound and fabric and flesh from the ordinary world, and under cover of darkness and the influence of alcohol or drugs, transform it all into something that scrapes up against utopia. – Please Don’t Stop The Music

This is a beautiful and heartbreaking piece, by Richard Kim, about the Orlando shooting and the importance of queer spaces, especially gay bars.

Biphobia and the Pulse Massacre

Being a bi woman means occupying a lot of weird liminal space. In that way we are very queer….we don’t fit well into boxes. Too gay to be straight, too straight to be gay, we are often locked out of the resources and support meant for the queer community due to biphobia and erasure while being pornified and objectified by the patriarchal male gaze of heteronormative culture. It’s no wonder that bi women are suffering from such a serious mental health crisis. – Biphobia and the Pulse Massacre

I’ve read this article multiple times and I’ve been reduced to tears each time. Elle Dowd describes exactly how I’ve been feeling since the Orlando shooting.

To All The Straight Women Who Love Gay Men: Your Safe Space Is No Longer Their Safe Space

This is a thing we do, we straight girls. Especially cis, straight, femme girls. We maintain intimate friendships with beautiful gay men, basking in their appreciation of our femininity, jointly appraising male sexiness, seeking expert opinions on relationships, and invading party spaces. Here we dance, let loose, sing out loud, and enjoy ourselves without fear of predatory male sexual attention. Straight girls love gay male public spaces because they feel like safe spaces. The Orlando massacre reminds us this safety is an illusion of our relative privilege. Not even gay public space is safe space to be gay. – To All The Straight Women Who Love Gay Men: Your Safe Space Is No Longer Their Safe Space

This is an important read about queer spaces and how they can’t really be safe spaces for straight women when the Orlando shooting proved that queer spaces aren’t even safe for queer people. The last line is particularly powerful.

Who Gets To Be Angry?

Feminists are regularly characterized as angry. At many events where I am speaking about feminism, young women ask how they can comport themselves so they aren’t perceived as angry while they practice their feminism. They ask this question as if anger is an unreasonable emotion when considering the inequalities, challenges, violence and oppression women the world over face. I want to tell these young women to embrace their anger, sharpen themselves against it. – Who Gets To Be Angry?

Roxane Gay on anger, who gets to be angry and how most of the time anger is a normal human emotion.

Understanding Anxiety and the Extrovert

My anxiety squats in my guts, lines my bones, settles around my heart and makes me feel horribly sad, and heavy, and afraid. It’s a weight that stays somewhere in my chest, and it renders me useless and unable to do the things I need or even want to. – Understanding Anxiety and the Extrovert

This is a great article about anxiety and how it is often misunderstood and dismissed.

My Name

There’s this notion that men have a future but women are their past. Russell Brand is a playboy who will make such a good father now it’s “out of his system”, and yet in almost all twelve of the radio interviews I did, it was inferred that no bloke would want me now that I am “used up” from an arbitrary number of lovers an editor I have never met decided to tell me I’ve had for the sake of click-though. – My Name

Laura Jane Williams on not having control over how papers write about her memoir Becoming: Sex, Second Chances, And Figuring Out Who The Hell I Am.

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