on queer,
here, and what we are building
Here is a
poem about queer space,
which I
am writing instead of
going to
tonight's Queer Student
Union
meeting because I am sick.
In
three-dimensional space I lost my voice
(my voice
is ordinarily
my
defining feature---more about speaking privilege,
and the
terrors of Day of Silence,
in later
poems),
so I will
stay home and write myself a space
(in the
context of a space
other
people have written for me to write in)
instead.
This
verse begins in a confession:
most of
my friends
are
queer. Most of
my
friends are feminists; some of
the ones
who aren't have very
purposely
Quit the Movement
citing
racism and other
complex
intersections.
A lot of
my friends
are
disabled; a lot
of the
ones who aren't
or who don't
use that language for their experience
struggle
in different ways
with
projects of living
in their
bodies and their minds.
A lot of
my friends are white,
and I
think that's a problem.
A lot of
my friends are nerds
or geeks
or
awkward. Shit, none
of my
friends are Republicans.
People
who
are sure
that makes me terribly closed-minded
and mean
or man-hating or whatever
should go
hang out on the opposite side of the couch
from the
woman who
concern-trolled
me about my “serious lesbian denial”
and
hating my cripped-up body(???)
Y'all, I
am even nice to people who hurt me on purpose.
I just
also
construct
spaces very intentionally,
because
it is hard
to do
anything else. Like,
if people
have meetings in their houses
with
stairs,
my
wheelchair-using body can't go.
And not
just because
my sense
of direction is . . . where?
I have
gotten lost
in a
house I lived in,
so
obviously
I negotiate
space
with
careful planning only.
We talk
about built environment
for the
ADA, but not
for
building communities.
Built
environments:
at
Crippled Children's Services
(which is
not actually called that anymore),
therapy
hurt.
I have
been taught
not to value
the knowledge
of my own
discomfort,
bodily or
otherwise.
I have
sat in meetings and classes and spaces
that made
me jump out of my skin
without
saying anything
(you will
remember that
my voice
is ordinarily
my
defining feature)
because
I have
been taught
not to
refuse.
This is
the house compliance built (or
its
opposite): well,
fuck.
Rebuilding
houses
for me,
is
because even crippled girls
should
probably be allowed boundaries.
Queer
space
doesn't
always have boundaries
(like
with the ex
whom the
“serious lesbian” hurting antagonist
insists
was my girlfriend),
but it
feels safe for my body
except
when it is loud
or
condescending. It is the house
Queer
space is where
I can
hold all of my acts
and
collage my life a self:
come
home. Neuro-queer
space is
because home is my desire and my body,
and
because that shi(f)t doesn't separate.
I have
fumbled over this naming
lately,
over this need
to have
neuro-queer and the original NeuroQueer
and all
subsequent iterations too
mean, you
know, queer space. To have
queer, here, mean things about
the lives of our bodies
and our
patterns of relation,
not
(just) about making the world strange.
It is
because I don't want
my
inconvenient body displaced
for other
kinds of truth
(and
maybe I shouldn't worry,
but I
have been taught
otherwise).
I want to
tell the world I love it;
I don't
keep keys to the queerness gate
in my mouth
or police
our gardens for unidentified plants,
but I
like
the idea
that there are borders
to our
fertile places.
No,
disability space is not enough
to keep
my body mine.
There are
complex lattices
and
supported trellises
and queer
flowerings of crippled desire involved
in making
this here, hear, hirstory
[“hirstory”
is a collaborative project
like
history, but unfinished]
of a body
known.
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