In the aftermath of the Stonewall riots during the first ever Pride march (1970), then known as the Christopher street fair, banners read "Queer Liberation," not "We want a piece of the pie." What was demanded was the autonomy for all forms of sexual expression, an end to the policing of public affection, and an immediate halt to the institutional socialization of homophobia, genderphobia, and heterosexism. Demanding liberation and demanding equality are two totally different things. One is saying we want the autonomy to control our own lives, and the other is saying we want the ability to utilize our class, sex, and race privileges to their fullest extent, the same as our heterosexual counter-parts.Our society has demonstrated time and time again that there can be no such thing as equality within it's current racist, sexist, classist, gender-normative institutions, and framework. Equality is made impossible by a system that is designed to give power and privilege to a minority above all others. As radical queers we are fighting for liberation, not a token equality that cannot be achieved within our current society, because nothing short of the complete transformation of this society will give us our liberation.As a radical queers i oppose militarism, capitalism, systems of assigned privilege, state sanctioned relationships such as marriage, and all forms of oppression. Assimilation is oppression for those of us who can't play the part of the well behaved queers.
Queens and Criminal Queers
'Ive already been to Heaven, and after 5 mins, i was like, 'Lets go'..
Edith Piaf, Belle and Sebastian, Magnetic Fields, Neutral Milk Hotel, Blur, Joanna Newsom, Coco Rosie, Crass, The Hidden Cameras, Dolly Parton, Gravy Train, Antony and the Johnsons, Half-Handed Cloud, Danielson (Familie), Connie Francis, Akira Symphonic Suite, The Knife, Philip Glass and some Mean Jug bands...
Homotopia, Portrait of Bonnie, Laying Around with Joy, Films about Edith Piaf
Revolutionary...
Their arms have been steel
Their blood, the oil of machinery
Their bodies are the ballast of war
Their souls are the blast of it
The power, the trickle of hope
The dreamy eyed bodies of lost time
Too many to respect
Too many to feel
Too many to know
Too many to remember
The distorted and the burnt
And the scarred
And the torn
And the squashed
And the cut
And the forgotten
Body, and flesh, and energy
The last makings of the future
Upon green banks of unseen battlefields
How quaint a tribute to such savage slaughter
Those young boys have been denied
The chance to realize and to become
They, too might have been standing here
I carry these bodies from the poppy fields
I lay them before you
Is this shame that you, too shall rot
Some of my close's Friends are my Greatest Heroes.. i.e. JOY