VIDEO BOOK REVIEW: BEST SEX WRITING 2013

Best Sex Writing 2013This is my first video book review.

What better book to review but one about sex, a favourite topic of mine!

Edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, Best Sex Writing 2013 features well know and lesser know writers all brining you on journeys into their sexual lives.  Sounds like fun, right?

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A FEW FEET HIGHER THAN A WAGE: A POEM HONOURING DECEMBER 17, THE INTERNATIONAL DAY TO END VIOLENCE AGAINST SEX WORKERS

A Few Feet Higher Than A Wage

By Tori Jezebel

I cross the same streets everyday

the posers on the corners change

but the hookers stay the same

I sell myself to every passing man

who thinks he wants me and

knows that he can

lay down and not be afraid

stand up and feel no shame

get dressed and just walk away

take one fuck a day til the bills are

paid

cos all the good girls make minimum

wage

 

I was sleeping

I was dreaming

caught between my floor and my

ceiling

a memory unmemorized

I see terror in her eyes

groping through the night she wakes up and

she tightens her

grip

she covers her eyes

she presses her thighs

and I swear that’s where she

denies

 

This is me up high on my stage

just a few feet higher than a

higher wage

dirty money

bloody mornings

smell the rape outpoouring

but this never stops me and I’m

okay

I take one fuck a day and the bills

are paid

under the lights that’s where I play and all the good girls make

minimum wage

 

I was sleeping

I was dreaming

caught between my floor and my

ceiling

a memory unmemorized

I see terror in her eyes

groping through the night

she wakes up and she tightens her

grip

she covers her eyes

she presses her thighs

and I swear that’s where she

denies

Tori JezebelTori Jezebel is a queer, Indigenous, survival sex worker and psychiatric survivor/consumer. She has been working in the industry since she was a homeless teenager, which is the time in which she wrote this piece of spoken word poetry.

Now in her 30s, she is reaching a point where she would like to exit the industry, however due to being criminalized in 2013 and put through a prostitution diversion program, on top of being criminalized under the mental health act, she continues to struggle with employability and housing and will likely remain a sex worker for life.

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REMEMBERING ALL WOMEN ON DECEMBER 6TH: “RESISTANCE”, A POEM BY CREE POET CONNIE FIFE

Whitney French reads ResistanceResistance, a poem by Cree word warrior Connie Fife was selected to be read by Whitney French as the closing of Remembering All Women Week on blackcoffeepoet.com.

When meeting Whitney to photograph and videotape her I read the poem and loved it.

Resistance is exactly what it is named.  It goes against the norm; it challenges erasure; it yells for equality; all things that organizers of December 6th Vigils across Canada need to embrace and practice!

See Day One and Day Two of Remembering All Women Week.

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REMEMBERING ALL WOMEN ON DECEMEBER 6TH: AN OPEN LETTER TO VANCOUVER RAPE RELIEF AND WOMEN’S SHELTER FROM A TRANS WOMAN

See Day 1 of Remembering All Women on December 6th here.

Wednesday December 4, 2013

Dear Vancouver Rape Relief and Women’s Shelter,

It is with despair that I write this letter.

I am despairing of your decision to invite Janice Raymond, author of the hateful and transphobic book The Transexual Empire: The Making of the She-Male, to speak as part of your December 6th Montréal Massacre Memorial and vigil. Violence against women is a real problem in the world which must be addressed. However, looking to Janice Raymond for leadership in resisting violence is misguided and counterproductive.

I say this because Janice Raymond has actually contributed to violence against women. Raymond has promoted hatred against trans women. She has dismissed my right to choose how to maintain my own body. Feminists have long rightly proclaimed “My Body, My Choice.” A woman’s right to her bodily autonomy is central to her humanity. But Raymond denies this right to trans women when she writes “[transsexuality] would best be served by morally mandating it out of existence.” Raymond goes so far as to say when trans women exercise their bodily autonomy and modify their bodies they are raping women’s bodies. I don’t know how that can be anything but an insult to all women, trans and non-trans, who have survived rape.

How can trivializing rape lead to rape relief?

Raymond has also promoted hatred toward sexworkers via her writing and advocacy against sex workers’ rights.  Her actions helped to continue the criminalization of sex work forcing sex workers to practice their trade beyond the margins of society in dangerous and shadowy places. Sex worker and sex work advocate Katrina Caudle says, “the criminalization allows rape to run rampant, it allows murder to run rampant, it allows police brutality to run rampant. It creates a culture of stigma and fear, rather than a loving community.”  Criminalization leads to marginalization of women and marginalization leads to violence against women. The blatant discrimination against sex workers and trans women pits them as bad women versus an absurd definition of good women. The arbitration of who is a good woman is harmful to the well-being of women.

Can you see why I despair?

Can you feel my sorrow as I search for reasons to believe that there can be reconciliation, that there can be an end to divisiveness, that we can somehow, some day work together to end violence against women?

But I can’t let my despair take over. There is too much at stake!

While I feel despair at your decision to ask Janice Raymond to speak at your event I’m not going to dwell in despondency. Instead I am going to hope, even if it is hope against hope.

I am going to hope for an end to division and alienation. I am going to hope for an end to stigma and fear. I am going to hope for the realization of Katrina Caudle’s vision of loving community.

Whatever the motivation is in inviting Janice Raymond to speak hate I am going to respond in love.

Love you!

Cindy Bourgeois

EMAIL this letter/link to info@rapereliefshelter.bc.ca

Cindys New head shotCindy Bourgeois is the first known out and proud trans person to be ordained to ministry by a mainline Christian denomination in Canada.  

Click here to read a letter Cindy wrote in support of February 14th, the day to honour and rememberMissing and Murdered Aboriginal Women in Canada.

To watch a video of Cindy reading “A Psalm for Trans Women” click here.

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REMEMBERING ALL WOMEN ON DECEMBER 6TH: “MOVE A MOUNTAIN”, A POEM BY JANET MARIE ROGERS

candleEvery December 6th hundreds of vigils are held across the land now known as Canada for the 14 white women killed in “The Montreal Massacre”.  Many people have pointed out that women from many different groups (Aboriginal, Of Colour, Trans, Disabled, Sexworker…) have been excluded and forgotten during the December 6th vigil.  The December 6th vigil is supposed to be about stopping violence against women and honouring women who have experienced violence.  Why exclude certain women?

Sadly, this year, 2013, twenty-four years after the killing and the first vigil, the Vancouver Rape Relief and Women’s Shelter is hosting a vigil which openly excludes Transgender women.

For the last three years I have brought attention to the problem of exclusion during December 6th (see links below the poem).  This year I have named the week Remembering All Women on December 6th.

An open letter from Trans woman Cindy Bourgeois to the Vancouver Rape Relief and Women’s Shelter will be published this coming Wednesday on blackcoffeepoet.com.  On Friday December 6th, poet Whitney French reads a poem by Aboriginal poet Connie Fife called Resistance.

We start the week of remembrance with a poem by Mohawk poet Janet Marie Rogers…

Move A Mountain (Walk A Mile In Her Shoes)

By Janet Marie Rogers

We want more

and we want it now

We want it to stop

and we want it to stop now

lies are violence

stop telling lies

and holding back

facts

there is only truth

and you know this

we know this

we feel it

truth is a choice

so choose it

it will set you

free

freedom

is worth it

 

We are survivors

with many scars

lined along body territories

brought together making

road maps looking like turtle’s back

this land mass

our home, where sisters

go missing, we miss them

this physical place so disconnected

we hear them call to us

they keep calling to us

 

Come back Sisters

to the teepees and lodges

Come back Aunties

to the bighouses and wigwams

Come back Grannies

to the forest deep lean-tos

Come back Clan-Mothers

more than ever, we need you

 

Do not walk softly

instead let your steps resound

on solid ground, travelling down into

earth where my grandmother

sleeps and yours does too.

We knock on her door and say

show us the way

teach us, the words

feed us knowledge and

reconnect us to earth

 

Criminalized catastrophes

make headlines every time

The time it takes to keep

us safe takes up so much.

Hours better spent collecting

beautiful lessons and blurring

the lines between us until

we begin to move together

venturing outward under

magical moonlight without

worry of darkness or danger.

Running in celebration through

light filled fields

this need for protection

produces so much distraction

makes my head, and body

ache with exhaustion.

Stay calm reclaim your place

 

If we can really walk in her shoes

we wouldn’t be walking at all

but running for our lives

running with the wolves

 

We stand and watch

digital clocks rollover

into another year

without resolution or solution.

We see Elders mimic

Creator in folded-armed stances

They ask

“you don’t know war is wrong yet”

“You haven’t stopped the violence”?

 

Simple teachings are within reaching

we take it one step to the next

we make it our business

to correct this

we expand our minds

to the endless possibilities.

It looks like razor sharp wit

and feels like fire flares

sounds like heart beats on the ground

so you better walk loud

because.

there is nothing more powerful

than a woman naked

standing in nothing

but her intoxicating beauty

her gorgeous forthrightness

her strength to protect those

she loves.

No weapon can penetrate this.

 

Action.

Our survival is a political

action

we walk

with intention

our legacy

is us, living

as examples

agents of change

moving in unison.

It is time it is time

To move, move

move the mountain.

Janet Marie Rogers performingJanet is a Mohawk/Tuscarora writer from the Six Nations band in southern Ontario. She was born in Vancouver British Columbia and has been living on the traditional lands of the Coast Salish people (Victoria, British Columbia) since 1994. Janet works in the genres of poetry, short fiction, spoken word performance poetry, video-poetry and recorded poems with music and script writing.

Read an interview with Janet Marie Rogers here.

Watch a video of Janet reading poetry here.

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To learn more about December 6th vigils and their exclusionary practices click on the links below:

Challenging The Whiteness of the December 6th Vigil

Honouring The Forgotten Women of the December 6th Vigil: Indigenous, Of Colour, Disabled, Queer, Transgender, Sexworker…

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LETTER TO THE TAXMAN (REVENUE CANADA)

November 16, 2013

Canada Revenue Agency

Technology Centre

875 Heron Road

Ottawa, ON K1A 1B1

Dear Canada Revenue Agency and “Receiver General” (what a job title; all you do is receive!),

I am writing to you in regards to my Notice of Reassessment. According to you, I owe you $761.73. I have enclosed a cheque of that amount.

However, please do not interpret my compliance as an endorsement of your policies and practices. I do not recognize the Federal Income Tax as a legitimate tax or a moral tax. Taxation is by definition non-consensual, and I consider consent to be one of the most important values a truly free society can have. While I can conceit to a limited level of taxation to maintain a limited government (to protect individual rights), the sense of proportion of our current tax system is, I would argue, out of control. For instance, I make under $20,000 a year, so you can go ahead and assume I need to keep most of that money, especially considering the ever-rising cost of living in Toronto.

A progressive and economically sound tax system would aim to let people keep as much of their money as possible. There is also the moral issue to consider of whether or not it is right and good to tax people for working. I say it is NOT. When I work to earn money, is it my money or isn’t it? On what authority does the government presume to decide how much of it I can keep? Does your issuance of the currency entitle you to take it back from people and spend it as you please?

I will quote Ron Paul, who, though speaking about the American Federal Income Tax, makes valid points that apply to Canada:

The harmful effects of the income tax are obvious. First and foremost, it has enabled government to expand far beyond its proper constitutional limits, regulating virtually every aspect of our lives. It has given government a claim on our lives and work, destroying our privacy in the process. It takes billions of dollars out of the legitimate private economy, with most Americans giving more than a third of everything they make to the federal government. This economic drain destroys jobs and penalizes productive behavior. The ridiculous complexity of the tax laws makes compliance a nightmare for both individuals and businesses.

There is much more to say on this issue, and I won’t aim to exhaust the subject in one letter. The point of this letter is merely to express my disdain about having to surrender $761.73 of my hard-earned money, as they say, to the Government of Canada.

Governments, as I’m sure you know, have a legal monopoly on the use of force. What a way to squeeze people out of their money: by threatening to seize property and upend their lives. Meanwhile the Prime Minister’s Office operates on $10,000,000 a year with no accountability.

I want my money back!

Sincerely,

Chris Michael Burns,

Your friendly neighbourhood vegan, bisexual, socially liberal, fiscal conservative.

Peace and love to you, “Tax Man”.

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A Ford Adversary Opposes Calls For Mayor’s Resignation

Why Cycling Is A Political Act

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A PSALM IN HONOUR OF TRANSGENDER DAY OF REMEMBRANCE

TDORNovember 20 is Transgender Day of Remembrance (the 15th year of its existence), the day to remember Trans peoples who’ve experienced violence, gone missing, or been murdered for being who they are: Trans.

According to the very reliable source Transgriot, 238 Trans peoples, mainly Black and Latin@, were killed this past year.

We remember Trans peoples who have experienced violence, gone missing, or been murdered via a psalm by Trans Reverend Cindy Bourgeois who is an awesome ally to her Trans sisters of colour.

Cindys New head shotCindy Bourgeois is the first known out and proud trans person to be ordained to ministry by a mainline Christian denomination in Canada.  

Click here to read a letter Cindy wrote in support of February 14th, the day to honour and remember Missing and Murdered Aboriginal Women in Canada.

 

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REENA: A POEM HONOURING REENA VIRK (1983-1997)

Reena Virk picReena Virk, a 14 year old South Asian girl living in British Columbia, Canada was murdered in a racist attack by schoolmates in 1997. Today, November 14 2013, makes it 16 years that Reena was killed. This poem is written by Toronto poet and activist Gitanjali Lena in honour or Reena Virk.  May she always be remembered.

Trigger Warning: the poem below deals with different forms of violence.

Reena

By Gitanjali Lena

Pounced upon by paleness

Set upon by mean girls of mixed races

And a boy for good measure

Who circled you like a titanium bangle

And kicked pleasure out of you

Gorged on your body

One November night in Saanich

Cracking bones burning bindi holes in your brown skin

Trampolining on your back until you were broken

You weren’t pristine

Your swagger spirit already soaked in spit, shame and

Too intimate touches from daddy

Fueled by mickey courage maybe you fooled around with someone at a party

How dare you? Lafungi besharam

You weren’t a delicate flower

With your broad Punjabi nose and masculine jaw

But “ugly” girls need protection too

Was the moon your only witness?

The stars your silent back up crew?

You needed us like brass knuckles, uppercuts and hugs for when you crumble

Standing at your memorial

I wished I could have stood by you in real time

Scattering daddy and Ellard into shards

We’d be that kindred sister posse that the coloured girls longed for

Post-mortem – details of the past rising to the surface like bubbles in bottle of Fanta

Denial of the community pushes back

Because to tear off scabs exposes raw flesh

And no one wants to be vulnerable in this land

You dared.

Gita Lena head shotGitanjali Lena is a mother, activist, poet, lawyer, an all around awesome person with good politics and a heart for community.

See Gitanjali read her poem Who Was Reena Virk? here.

To learn more about the Reena Virk murder and the court case that followed please click on the appropriate links below:

Remembering Reena Virk video roundtable

Review of Reena Virk: Critical Perspectives On A Canadian Murder

Interview with Mythili Rajiva, co-editor of Reena Virk: Critical Perspectives On A Canadian Murder

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OP ED: WHY CYCLING IS A POLITICAL ACT

Chris Burns at Carla Warrilow death site,jpgWhy Cycling is a Political Act

By Chris Michael Burns

Photo taken by Jen krukowski at the site of Carla Warrilow’s memorial.  

After reading the coverage of the death of cyclist Carla Warrilow, my brain began a familiar process of stigmatization of the site of the accident. It is a process that occurs somewhere between consciousness and subconsciousness. I do this every time a bike death occurs in Toronto. In this case, it was Dundas St. West and Spadina Avenue. I have caught myself visualizing the intersection and painting it with a sense of doom, a dark cloud, and telling myself that that intersection is too dangerous now; it is off limits for me.

And each time this happens, as with this time, I realize again that cycling is a political act, and if I allow myself to be scared off my bike, I have done something quite unacceptable to me: I have yielded to the domineering presence of automobiles in this world.

The politically correct attitude cyclists are supposed to take towards motorists is diplomatic and resolute: let’s work together to make roads safer for cyclists and motorists. Of course, I want roads to be safe for everyone. However, it would be dishonest if I denied my disdain for automobiles. And each time I put my helmet on and take to the streets, I am committing a political act that rejects many of the things that cars represent symbolically, and cause materially.

Cars represent to me a society that is impatient, that moves yet is sedentary, that pollutes, that kills, that is individualistic, that consumes too much, that is unsustainable, that is poorly planned geographically, and that traps people financially. Riding my bike rejects all these things, and each time I ride, I feel connected to a better way.

Cycling is not just an expedient act for me; it is a political act.

So I hate cars, but I’m not going to waste energy hating drivers, because that would be myopic and counter-productive. Yes, some drivers are reckless and dangerous. Some cyclists are too. In Toronto, our piss poor road infrastructure sets up both motorists and cyclists to fail, and this is the important point. I recently visited Ottawa and felt rather green by my delight in seeing its impressive bike infrastructure, which was novel at first, then seemed merely obvious and sensible. Yes, of course we should have a medium to separate bike lines from car lanes. And of course we should put the bike lanes on the outside so we don’t get doored. Researching cities like Montreal, New York, and Portland demonstrated further to me how retrograde Toronto really is. In Seinfeld parlance, Toronto is the Bizarro World: while other cities add bike lanes, we remove them, like the one that used to be on Spadina Avenue, where Carla Warrilow was struck.

In spite of and because of all this discouragement, I decided to confront my fear and ride through Dundas and Spadina this past Saturday night, in solidarity with Carla Warrilow, and a future of safe cycling. The ride was peaceful enough. As I crossed through Spadina, I felt a chill. Moments later I landed safely at an anti-fur demonstration, feeling empowered that I once again refused to let the roads be stigmatized. About an hour later, I returned to my bike 25 meters away to find the front tire flat and the air cap removed. My sense of healing, as it were, was deflated. Ergo, the biking life is complex, emotionally and physically.

The bike trolls are always trying to bring us down.

But I’m not going to let this bullshit stop me. Not the trucks, nor the cars, nor the assholes that shout at me to get off the road, nor the philistine, victim-blaming mayor who refers to cyclists as little fish swimming with sharks, nor the thieves, nor my own self-preservationist brain.

If I stop cycling, they win.

Chris Michael Burns is an aspiring screenwriter and novelist in Toronto who is currently working on a novella. He prefers dialectic over debate.

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IT GETS FATTER: NOTES FROM A FAT-POSITIVE, BODY-POSITIVE WORKSHOP

It Gets Fatter Workshop signIt Gets Fatter: Notes From A Fat-Positive, Body-Positive Workshop

Workshop by Sara M. and Asam Ahmad of the It Gets Fatter Project

Notes by Jorge Antonio Vallejos

September 2013 saw Ryerson University Student Union put on Xpressions Against Oppression Week.

One of the workshops was It Gets Fatter facilitated by Sara M. and Asam Ahmad of the It Gets Fatter project.

Intro

Asam introduced himself and started with a question (Sara was running a little late):

What does fat mean as [to] a person of colour?

Asam mentioned the history of the group It Gets Fatter and their website: It Gets Fatter. He followed by talking about his history of having issues with his body and never seeing himself (a person of colour) represented in talks about fat positivity and combatting fat-phobia; because of this Asam talked of preference given to Indigenous Peoples, People of Colour, and women during the workshop.  Half the room was people of colour which had me feeling comfortable.

We did a check in to see how people were doing and then a go around to share names and preferred pronouns.

Asam asked, “How many people have heard of fat phobia? Can someone define it for me?”

Definition of fat phobia that we, the group, came up with: the fear and hatred and fat bodies.

Fat phobia is systemic.  Everyday you hear of how bodies are supposed to be.  Example: the size of airplane seats; TTC (transit) turn styles; clothes for bigger bodies being more expensive…

It Gets Fatter Sara and Asam

Ground Rules

Consensus was formed from workshop participants on what can be shared and how people are treated during sharing

* Treat others how they want to be treated

* Use “I” statements

* Everyone is an expert in their own lived experience.  Example: oppression is not transferable.

* Confidentiality: what you learn at the workshop can be shared but do not share peoples stories and names.

* Multiple Truths can exist in this room

* Step Up, Step Back: If you are someone who dominates take a step back; if you are a very quiet person, you are encouraged to step up.  If you do not identify as fat and are in a fat positive or fat phobia workshop take a step back.  If you are white and in an anti-racism workshop step back.  If you are a man an in a violence against women workshop step back…

* Recognize your identities and privileges (examples in the paragraph above)

* Self Care: if you need to walk out of the workshop for any reason then do so; no permission is required

Start

It Gets Fatter Asam writes words

Asam writes “FAT” on a board and asks the group “What do you think of when hearing this word?”

Peoples shared thoughts and Asam wrote words down:

Bullied

Uncomfortable

Unattraction

Buffers

Hungry

Gross

Food

Lazy

Unmotivated

Impulsive/No Control

Low Self Esteem

Lonely

Undesirable

Obesity

Unwanted

Unloved

Potbelly

Unathletic

Chubby

* Obseravation: Every word on the board was negative

* These words are everywhere: media, culture…

* “It’s important for us [fat peeps] to use that word and reclaim it,” said Asam.  He feels strongly about encouraging others to use it if they identify as fat.

* Different communities have relations with the word “FAT”.  Example: big boned, thick…

It Gets Fatter Trauma Chart

It Gets Fatter Project

* IGF = submissions based community of TUMBLR.  Video submission by Miss Queenly (Being Fat, Queer, and Poor) shown:

* Why not celebrate the way we are and the bodies we have right now?

* Combatting the idea and slogan “It Gets Better”

* Assumption: your looks represent your health

* Good critique of media industry

* BMI (body mass index) makes no sense at all

* Exposing and exploring normalization of certain bodies over others eg. white vs Black

* Reminder: “Doctors aren’t God and they work for us…We should be a lot more critical of the medical industry and doctors,” said Sara.

* Diet industry propogates lies

* “Research has shown that you can’t know anything about anybody’s health by just looking at them,” said Sara.

* Stories shared of family being fat phobic

* Strangers thinking they have licence to tell people why they are fat

* Western culture isn’t the only culture!  Many cultures celebrate fatness

* Western perspective: Fat = Bad

* Take note, do research, of cultures and their views of bodies prior to colonization

* Fat phobia affects everyone: “It’s never just fat people affected by these discourses,” said Sara.

It Gets Fatter Self Love chart

Video: Self Love Is Hard (But Totally Worth It)

Circles

Participants sat in two circles talked about what they learned and about two charts written up during the workshop: Self Love chart and Trauma chart.

End

Participants shared their thoughts on the workshop and gave thanks to the organizers and facilitators.

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