Weeknotes 21 - Tiny holes of resistance
- I went out with friends on Friday. Throughout the evening we moved from one queer space to another. It’s really hard to describe how joyous and relaxing it is to be in multiple places where you’re not the odd one out.
- The New York Times spoke to non-binary people describing what it’s like not to fit into the current cultural expectations of the two main genders. The term “non-binary” is good at describing the idea that seeing things in black and white is reductive, but it’s also a bit bland. I’d like to see a different term, one that’s more active, expressing gender resistance, rebellion, appropriation, objection and rejection. I want a way to describe a refusal to subjugate oneself within an existing power structure, while simultaneously stealing its symbols and signifiers, corrupting them through exaggeration and play. I should probably spend more time on Tumblr.
- Many years ago I started a knitting group with another friend. We first met in a pub, and tbh it was mostly men. Reading about something similar in New York reminded me how much I miss it. If you’re up for some public knitting, let me know.
- Since we’re on the theme of resistance: One of the worst jobs I had was working at a call centre, where employees were required to dress “smart”, regardless of the fact that the people phoning up couldn’t see whether they were screaming at someone wearing a crisp white shirt or not. I made a habit of wearing socks full of tiny holes everyday, just to remind myself that I had some control over my life and identity.