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Since I currently have several employers/supervisors/churches/etc., please know that none of the words on my blog represent them or their beliefs. This blog is my own creation.

It also does not represent my children's perspective, nor my mother's; they think I am funny, but misguided.
(Quick update: only my mother thinks I'm funny now.)

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Idle Thoughts

I've been watching the unfolding saga of Julian Assange of Wikileaks, the sexual assault allegations against him, and the ensuing discussions over the juxtaposition of the two.

Naomi Wolf, Keith Olbermann, and Michael Moore, in particular, have made controversial statements. I leave it to you to google and twitter--no link love from me.

A few thoughts have coalesced for me as I reflect on what I've read:

1. I need to learn to speak for myself only.

2. I need to reflect deeply, and with nuance, about sexual consent, including my own habits of acquiescence.

3. I need to critically examine, as a feminist, what it is I want from men, personally, sexually, politically, socially.

4. Sometimes I assert my right to bodily autonomy rather harshly and severely because I barely believe it is true myself.

Now back to my wine.  

Saturday, December 11, 2010

For Christmas (In Case I Don't Get To It)

I'm pressed for time between too many things. And if I get caught up before Christmas, I have a date with a bottle of red. So in case I don't get around to blogging much before the new year, here is a quote for Christmas, taken from Marcella Althaus-Reid and Lisa Isherwood in a book they edited called The Sexual Theologian: Essays on Sex, God and Politics.

Dedicated to my friend, Gideon Addington, who took his own life December 12, 2009. I miss you, brother. And the rest of you, call me, dammit. I'm around.
This world is queer indeed, and those who wish to play it straight are failing to see that new horizons are declared holy and we are propelled on in courage not certainty. Where are those who will sit with the fear and uncertainty and not flee in the face of a queer god -- the early followers fled in the face of a crucified god, very queer in the Jewish world! They fled to 'life as normal' but it didn't work--it can never work because life if fully engaged is far from normal. Norms are easy conveniences for those who like surveys and statistics, they are not for those who live. Life can never be normal for those who embrace the flesh as divine, those who are lovers of god through that flesh in all its diverse glory.
Theology that has incarnation at its heart is queer indeed. What else so fundamentally challenges the nature of human and divine identity? That the divine immersed itself in flesh, and that flesh is now divine, is queer theology at its peak. There can be no sanitation here, or something of the divine essence will be lost--it is not the genetically modified, metaphysical Son of God that declares the divine-human conjunction, but the screaming baby born amidst the cow shit and fleas, covered in his birthing blood and received into the uncertain arms of his child/mother, who declares salvation for all. Male theologians have preferred to distance themselves from these all too earthy moments and in doing so have missed the point--the divine is earthy, messy and partial and is to be found there in all its glory, not in splendid doctrine stripped of all humanness. 

Marcella Althaus-Reid and Lisa Isherwood, eds., The Sexual Theologian: Essays On Sex, God and Politics (New York: T&T Clark, 2004), 7.