'The Great Make-Over'.
Another guest blogger for your perusal.
Mandy Romero is a Live Artist, working in the area of transgender and based in Liverpool. She is the self-appointed Liverpool Queen Of Culture and her recent book, “The Great Make-Over”, a free limited edition art-work, can be obtained by visiting her web-site at mandygirl.
The men are at it again! Ranting across the divides of the world, threatening each other with their dangerous toys, preaching division, or unity as long as it’s their unity.
Oversensitive, aggressive, self-pitying – why do we bother with them? The answer is ancient – they help make babies.
It seems that genetic engineering may eventually relieve them of even that useful function.
It seems to me that as America slowly slides from domination, we are in danger of being crushed under the collapsing body.
I can see the Bush boys working so, so hard to make masculinity work, and the more they try the less they succeed. “Being powerful is like being a lady, - if you have to say you is, you ain’t”, as I believe Jimmy Hoffa once said.
And with the realization that violence and coercion aren’t bringing results we have a further male nightmare, the Man As Victim.
Many a woman-abuser now cries into their lap at their terrible sensitivity to their situation – it was the drugs/society/my mates which made me do it. I was defending my sensitive soul. I can’t cope any more – pity me, and pass me the rolled-up bank-note.
Lord help us! – it’s now our fault it’s their fault. Talk about fighting a rearguard action. Or getting your retaliation in first.
Actually it’s gender which is in trouble, the gender which is bi-polar, either-or, male-female. While we’re stuck with a divisive gender-idea we shall always be fighting ourselves.
Those scare-you-off-the streets hen-parties are as much a product of masculinism as soldier-boys and gangsters.
Those of us working in transgender have our work cut out, but we’re going to persevere.
Not terrorists and governments, but humans and their environment – that’s the drama of our times. And Earth has been defined as a woman, our original Mother, by the Gaia fraternity, but maybe (s)he’s beyond gender. I have feeling she’s into balance.
If America’s fading slowly and painfully then China is the new global culture. You can’t move for China-pundits these days. What ever the truth I’m glad to know that the basic belief systems of China are formed round the idea of balance – yin and yang – and cycles – the Tao and Buddhism.
It would be nice if the emergent Chinese taught us how to live that way. They could spread a new civilization. But they could, in the process of replacing America, learn some bad old imperialistic ways.
That paranoia about Taiwan sounds very USA-Cuba to me.
Everybody, rising power or falling star, hen-party terrorizer or scally-victim, needs to start thinking outside of conventional gender limits. We need real this-is-what-I-am individualism not choice-based consumerism. It’s surviving the crash not avoiding it which we will need our capacities for.
I’m based in Liverpool where the crisis of masculinism is very intense, but then the men-work-rule thing has been undermined for rather longer here. So the aggressive-defensive attitude is strong hereabouts. So are the women. It’s all in a poem which I included in “The Great Make-Over”,-
an old stone, a figure cut
half man half woman
we go back a long way
we are everywhere
old stones here
older than transition
women gossiping on the street corner
we are the foundation
history is what, here? – since the city began to fatten on the trades
of far come near, since the streets filled out, filled in and
spread onto the hill and beyond, since the carrying and slaving
and slaving and banking and shifting started in earnest?
Three centuries of man-driven, man-striven, man-directed, man-
managed management, ending in an empty era
low tide on the shores of history
But the long time belongs to women
they are the real rulers
the backbone of an otherwise broken life-time
in the wash-house, the street-shadow, the kitchen, on the
shore, in the off-licence, the in-store cafeteria, the hospital, the
council-chamber, the typing pool, the congregation, the queue
for the night-club, on the shore
and if transition has now slipped out of the hands of men and women
we are still here
more visible now
the odds in the pocket
the loose change
that we held together
innumerable communities everywhere
and now are here
an everlasting city
the gay stonemason raves on, coke-restless, eyes my legs
we are not grave-stones
The answer, for now, is visibility, as so often in this mediated world, so long as you don’t rely on the journalists to write your story and show your picture for you. If we are visible in our individuality we do what anyone can do, while the governments fight amongst themselves. We might open a few minds. Now that’s what I call free-thinking.