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Sid on Sex: Unerotic Pleasure is the First Self-Care

Sid Azmi, Owner of Please“When we are clear of our intentions, it is easier to give ourselves permission to experience pleasure.”—Sid Azmi
Photo by Tatum Mangus. Courtesy of Sid Azmi.

Sid Azmi is the owner of Please New York, an educated pleasure shop in Brooklyn. Her column “Sid on Sex” explores her daily revelations gained helping all kinds of women lead satisfying, joyful sex lives. That said, even as a sex columnist, sex is not what comes to mind for Sid Azmi when thinking about how to experience pleasure. Instead, Azmi’s ultimate indulgence is “time of one’s own.”

As human beings, we are naturally attracted to pleasure. There is no way of escaping the inherent desire for pleasure. What is pleasure anyway? Macmillan’s Dictionary defines pleasure as “a feeling of happiness, enjoyment or satisfaction.” So let’s start here—what gives us joy, validation, and fulfillment, that is also independent of others?


Being an active (not reactive) sexual being comes from a place where you can allow yourself to experience all that is pleasurable. Ask yourself—what do I like? What do I want to do? What is pleasurable for me? If finding pleasure in the bedroom is a challenge for you, I believe that finding simple ways to do the things that bring you joy is the first step toward that mind-blowing, self-given orgasm! At some point in life, for any of us, it is a challenge to be erotically pleased. We are constantly going through some circumstance that affects our erotic mind. If lying in bed on some days with your legs wide open and trying to force yourself to conjure up erotic thoughts sounds a complete waste of time—this is normal. We have not been conditioned to think and to behave selflessly or erotically. So let us begin by making pleasure unerotic and “morally” justifiable. Let us bring it outside of the bedroom and turn a private, internal, erotic experience into one that is public, shared, and unerotic.

For a long time, it was difficult for me to enjoy this time alone. I felt selfish and wasteful. My mind wandered about the projects I’ve been sitting on, the people I needed to call back, the organizing I needed to do.

What is most pleasurable to me? Even as a sex columnist and a pleasure shop owner, sex is not what comes to mind. My ultimate indulgence is “time of one’s own.” I find it freeing and rejuvenating when I have the time to be on my own. I can be as hedonistic as I like without having to consider the needs of others and to negotiate; and without feeling judgment from anyone. As women, we are often “tied” to others—as mothers, partners, family members, friends, even as colleagues. But when we remove these dependencies for a few short hours, and we focus solely on ourselves, that responsible mother, woman, friend looks more and more like the carefree youngin she once was. The guilt of not being responsible dissipates. In this freeing space, when playfulness and happiness are felt, the mind fluidly gravitates towards the erotic.


On a day like this, I find being all alone in my own home by my empty dining table with a blank piece of paper is absolutely heavenly. In the absence of others, I can be fully present with my thoughts and my emotions. I write them down because that is my way of processing reality. I rethink my memories and recall my feelings because it is important to weed out unnecessary negative emotions. I do so to intentionally attach a positive and compassionate acceptance of what was, no matter how negative. It is important to do this because it is easy to get tangled up in the challenges and hurts of life. We can change our perception of what is, so make the choice to make it positive. This is an essential step in learning how to detach from bad associations to pleasure and form new kind ones.


We often forget that we have the ability to slow down life. We can choose how we manage our circumstances. We are in control. Always. For a long time, it was difficult for me to enjoy this time alone. I felt selfish and wasteful. My mind wandered about the projects I’ve been sitting on, the people I needed to call back, the organizing I needed to do. But all those responsibilities will not be rightly completed if I do not have the mental tranquility to address them thoughtfully. So I sit there with my paper, and I write, I process, I feel, I cry, I laugh and almost always, I come out empowered, not overwhelmed. Here I am taking the time to be attentive to my needs… The kind of quiet that makes room for pleasure.


So now that I have spent some time all on my own, I take myself out into an environment where I can be with others but not engage with anyone. I do this by going out to eat on my own, often at the most indulgent restaurants. There is joy and immense power in being able to be on our own; when all around us, someone is with another and/or when we have the choice of company but chose otherwise. We will discover within our independence that we are already complete as one, and joy is an emotion that can be experienced together, or alone. The selfishness that is attached to “choosing to be alone” feels now like a conscientious choice toward self-care and emotional independence. Our minds are able to differentiate between when we are being selfish and when we are taking moments to replenish so we can give more. We are taking time to be alone so that we can be better together. When we are clear of our intentions, it is easier to give ourselves permission to experience pleasure.


In my solidarity amidst all the clattering of silverware and the unrecognizable chatter all around me, I take a moment to pay close attention to how I react to the world. Do I feel judgment when I see couples stealing glances at me? Do I assume that they are imagining that I am sadly alone, or are they impressed by my courage to dine by myself in such an extravagant place? Am I disturbed if they are wondering whether I am sad when I am truly happy? Then, more importantly, I get to observe what I think of others, which is ultimately tied to what I think of myself. Do I automatically make the same judgmental assumptions about a couple who says nothing to one another, or do I pause and allow them the same space and compassion to just be, as I am allowing myself to do the same? This is the key point. We attract what we exude. If we want pleasure in our lives—whatever that looks like, we have to give ourselves and others space; and also the non-judgment to do so. We must recognize that our pleasure is independent of our need for other people, and what they think of pleasure in general, and vice versa. Pleasure thrives when we can be honest and vulnerable with ourselves or with others; and is offered the same courtesy in return.


Now there is painting—a hobby which I recently discovered and I enjoy tremendously. During painting, I am with others, but my work is independent. I get to choose my piece, my colors, and medium; and my teacher helps me fine-tune these choices. I am in this weekly workshop with various women. We are all working independently. I am on my own, but with the guidance of someone else telling me, “this is how you can do better.” I am taking yet another step toward understanding pleasure. All of us know something about pleasure. We already know from above that we have the right to it, and we get to define it for ourselves. Yet there is always something new to learn. We can know more. Allow ourselves the opportunity to discover, to be surprised. Embrace what others can offer us and use that “guidance” to better define for ourselves what is pleasurable. So take some time and consider finding an activity that engages you in an informative manner. It creates an openness for growth which heightens pleasure.


Now at the end of the day, we all have to come home and/or to return to our lives’ responsibilities. The deadlines, the to-dos, the chores. How do we make pleasure happen amidst all of these? For me, it is a simple 20 minutes in the bath. Asking for this uninterrupted time and space and allowing people around you to provide that for you is a skill towards pleasure. Being able to set boundaries for the things that are important to us, especially when we feel needed around others, is important. We need to practice the simple act of saying “mine,” “not now,” “no.” Pleasure feels better when we know what we want and don’t, and it feels even more delightful when we have the agency to verbalize it.

As we go through our days, partners, illness, life, we need to accept the fact that pleasure is a changing and evolving concept.

When we think of pleasure, the erotic is inevitably attached to it. But as I have pointed here, pleasure is all around us and is as much un-erotic, and it is erotic. To truly experience pleasure, it needs to come from a self-created place from within that carries no shame and judgment; one that is independent of others. We must have the willingness to learn and evolve. And we must create boundaries and practice our agency. This is how we are going to normalize erotic pleasure and make that masturbation as self-care the lying down, with our legs spread apart, vibrator or fingers on clits and inside of our vaginas—feel normal. I find myself repeating this line over and over, “There are no standards in pleasure or sex.”


Pleasure exists through our own perception. And our perception is influenced by our circumstances, and it fluctuates as our daily state of mind does. So as we go through our days, partners, illness, life, we need to accept the fact that pleasure is a changing and evolving concept. Hence we must find ways to diversify how we experience pleasure. Take some time and create these pleasurable unerotic moments for yourself. I assure you that the next time we talk about bedroom pleasure, your mind, heart, and body parts will wonder more easily toward the erotic.


Sid on Sex: Unerotic Pleasure is the First Self-Care

Sid Azmi, Owner of Please
“When we are clear of our intentions, it is easier to give ourselves permission to experience pleasure.”—Sid Azmi
Photo by Tatum Mangus. Courtesy of Sid Azmi.

Sid Azmi is the owner of Please New York, an educated pleasure shop in Brooklyn. Her column “Sid on Sex” explores her daily revelations gained helping all kinds of women lead satisfying, joyful sex lives. That said, even as a sex columnist, sex is not what comes to mind for Sid Azmi when thinking about how to experience pleasure. Instead, Azmi’s ultimate indulgence is “time of one’s own.”


As human beings, we are naturally attracted to pleasure. There is no way of escaping the inherent desire for pleasure. What is pleasure anyway? Macmillan’s Dictionary defines pleasure as “a feeling of happiness, enjoyment or satisfaction.” So let’s start here—what gives us joy, validation, and fulfillment, that is also independent of others?


Being an active (not reactive) sexual being comes from a place where you can allow yourself to experience all that is pleasurable. Ask yourself—what do I like? What do I want to do? What is pleasurable for me? If finding pleasure in the bedroom is a challenge for you, I believe that finding simple ways to do the things that bring you joy is the first step toward that mind-blowing, self-given orgasm! At some point in life, for any of us, it is a challenge to be erotically pleased. We are constantly going through some circumstance that affects our erotic mind. If lying in bed on some days with your legs wide open and trying to force yourself to conjure up erotic thoughts sounds a complete waste of time—this is normal. We have not been conditioned to think and to behave selflessly or erotically. So let us begin by making pleasure unerotic and “morally” justifiable. Let us bring it outside of the bedroom and turn a private, internal, erotic experience into one that is public, shared, and unerotic.


 

For a long time, it was difficult for me to enjoy this time alone. I felt selfish and wasteful. My mind wandered about the projects I’ve been sitting on, the people I needed to call back, the organizing I needed to do.

 

What is most pleasurable to me? Even as a sex columnist and a pleasure shop owner, sex is not what comes to mind. My ultimate indulgence is “time of one’s own.” I find it freeing and rejuvenating when I have the time to be on my own. I can be as hedonistic as I like without having to consider the needs of others and to negotiate; and without feeling judgment from anyone. As women, we are often “tied” to others—as mothers, partners, family members, friends, even as colleagues. But when we remove these dependencies for a few short hours, and we focus solely on ourselves, that responsible mother, woman, friend looks more and more like the carefree youngin she once was. The guilt of not being responsible dissipates. In this freeing space, when playfulness and happiness are felt, the mind fluidly gravitates towards the erotic.


On a day like this, I find being all alone in my own home by my empty dining table with a blank piece of paper is absolutely heavenly. In the absence of others, I can be fully present with my thoughts and my emotions. I write them down because that is my way of processing reality. I rethink my memories and recall my feelings because it is important to weed out unnecessary negative emotions. I do so to intentionally attach a positive and compassionate acceptance of what was, no matter how negative. It is important to do this because it is easy to get tangled up in the challenges and hurts of life. We can change our perception of what is, so make the choice to make it positive. This is an essential step in learning how to detach from bad associations to pleasure and form new kind ones.


We often forget that we have the ability to slow down life. We can choose how we manage our circumstances. We are in control. Always. For a long time, it was difficult for me to enjoy this time alone. I felt selfish and wasteful. My mind wandered about the projects I’ve been sitting on, the people I needed to call back, the organizing I needed to do. But all those responsibilities will not be rightly completed if I do not have the mental tranquility to address them thoughtfully. So I sit there with my paper, and I write, I process, I feel, I cry, I laugh and almost always, I come out empowered, not overwhelmed. Here I am taking the time to be attentive to my needs… The kind of quiet that makes room for pleasure.


So now that I have spent some time all on my own, I take myself out into an environment where I can be with others but not engage with anyone. I do this by going out to eat on my own, often at the most indulgent restaurants. There is joy and immense power in being able to be on our own; when all around us, someone is with another and/or when we have the choice of company but chose otherwise. We will discover within our independence that we are already complete as one, and joy is an emotion that can be experienced together, or alone. The selfishness that is attached to “choosing to be alone” feels now like a conscientious choice toward self-care and emotional independence. Our minds are able to differentiate between when we are being selfish and when we are taking moments to replenish so we can give more. We are taking time to be alone so that we can be better together. When we are clear of our intentions, it is easier to give ourselves permission to experience pleasure.


In my solidarity amidst all the clattering of silverware and the unrecognizable chatter all around me, I take a moment to pay close attention to how I react to the world. Do I feel judgment when I see couples stealing glances at me? Do I assume that they are imagining that I am sadly alone, or are they impressed by my courage to dine by myself in such an extravagant place? Am I disturbed if they are wondering whether I am sad when I am truly happy? Then, more importantly, I get to observe what I think of others, which is ultimately tied to what I think of myself. Do I automatically make the same judgmental assumptions about a couple who says nothing to one another, or do I pause and allow them the same space and compassion to just be, as I am allowing myself to do the same? This is the key point. We attract what we exude. If we want pleasure in our lives—whatever that looks like, we have to give ourselves and others space; and also the non-judgment to do so. We must recognize that our pleasure is independent of our need for other people, and what they think of pleasure in general, and vice versa. Pleasure thrives when we can be honest and vulnerable with ourselves or with others; and is offered the same courtesy in return.


Now there is painting—a hobby which I recently discovered and I enjoy tremendously. During painting, I am with others, but my work is independent. I get to choose my piece, my colors, and medium; and my teacher helps me fine-tune these choices. I am in this weekly workshop with various women. We are all working independently. I am on my own, but with the guidance of someone else telling me, “this is how you can do better.” I am taking yet another step toward understanding pleasure. All of us know something about pleasure. We already know from above that we have the right to it, and we get to define it for ourselves. Yet there is always something new to learn. We can know more. Allow ourselves the opportunity to discover, to be surprised. Embrace what others can offer us and use that “guidance” to better define for ourselves what is pleasurable. So take some time and consider finding an activity that engages you in an informative manner. It creates an openness for growth which heightens pleasure.


Now at the end of the day, we all have to come home and/or to return to our lives’ responsibilities. The deadlines, the to-dos, the chores. How do we make pleasure happen amidst all of these? For me, it is a simple 20 minutes in the bath. Asking for this uninterrupted time and space and allowing people around you to provide that for you is a skill towards pleasure. Being able to set boundaries for the things that are important to us, especially when we feel needed around others, is important. We need to practice the simple act of saying “mine,” “not now,” “no.” Pleasure feels better when we know what we want and don’t, and it feels even more delightful when we have the agency to verbalize it.


 

As we go through our days, partners, illness, life, we need to accept the fact that pleasure is a changing and evolving concept.

 

When we think of pleasure, the erotic is inevitably attached to it. But as I have pointed here, pleasure is all around us and is as much un-erotic, and it is erotic. To truly experience pleasure, it needs to come from a self-created place from within that carries no shame and judgment; one that is independent of others. We must have the willingness to learn and evolve. And we must create boundaries and practice our agency. This is how we are going to normalize erotic pleasure and make that masturbation as self-care the lying down, with our legs spread apart, vibrator or fingers on clits and inside of our vaginas—feel normal. I find myself repeating this line over and over, “There are no standards in pleasure or sex.”


Pleasure exists through our own perception. And our perception is influenced by our circumstances, and it fluctuates as our daily state of mind does. So as we go through our days, partners, illness, life, we need to accept the fact that pleasure is a changing and evolving concept. Hence we must find ways to diversify how we experience pleasure. Take some time and create these pleasurable unerotic moments for yourself. I assure you that the next time we talk about bedroom pleasure, your mind, heart, and body parts will wonder more easily toward the erotic.


The post Sid on Sex: Unerotic Pleasure is the First Self-Care appeared first on A WOMEN’S THING.

Sid on Sex: Unerotic Pleasure is the First Self-Care


Sid Azmi, Owner of Please
“When we are clear of our intentions, it is easier to give ourselves permission to experience pleasure.”—Sid Azmi
Photo by Tatum Mangus. Courtesy of Sid Azmi.

Sid Azmi is the owner of Please New York, an educated pleasure shop in Brooklyn. Her column “Sid on Sex” explores her daily revelations gained helping all kinds of women lead satisfying, joyful sex lives. That said, even as a sex columnist, sex is not what comes to mind for Sid Azmi when thinking about how to experience pleasure. Instead, Azmi’s ultimate indulgence is “time of one’s own.”
As human beings, we are naturally attracted to pleasure. There is no way of escaping the inherent desire for pleasure. What is pleasure anyway? Macmillan’s Dictionary defines pleasure as “a feeling of happiness, enjoyment or satisfaction.” So let’s start here—what gives us joy, validation, and fulfillment, that is also independent of others?
Being an active (not reactive) sexual being comes from a place where you can allow yourself to experience all that is pleasurable. Ask yourself—what do I like? What do I want to do? What is pleasurable for me? If finding pleasure in the bedroom is a challenge for you, I believe that finding simple ways to do the things that bring you joy is the first step toward that mind-blowing, self-given orgasm! At some point in life, for any of us, it is a challenge to be erotically pleased. We are constantly going through some circumstance that affects our erotic mind. If lying in bed on some days with your legs wide open and trying to force yourself to conjure up erotic thoughts sounds a complete waste of time—this is normal. We have not been conditioned to think and to behave selflessly or erotically. So let us begin by making pleasure unerotic and “morally” justifiable. Let us bring it outside of the bedroom and turn a private, internal, erotic experience into one that is public, shared, and unerotic.
For a long time, it was difficult for me to enjoy this time alone. I felt selfish and wasteful. My mind wandered about the projects I’ve been sitting on, the people I needed to call back, the organizing I needed to do.
What is most pleasurable to me? Even as a sex columnist and a pleasure shop owner, sex is not what comes to mind. My ultimate indulgence is “time of one’s own.” I find it freeing and rejuvenating when I have the time to be on my own. I can be as hedonistic as I like without having to consider the needs of others and to negotiate; and without feeling judgment from anyone. As women, we are often “tied” to others—as mothers, partners, family members, friends, even as colleagues. But when we remove these dependencies for a few short hours, and we focus solely on ourselves, that responsible mother, woman, friend looks more and more like the carefree youngin she once was. The guilt of not being responsible dissipates. In this freeing space, when playfulness and happiness are felt, the mind fluidly gravitates towards the erotic.
On a day like this, I find being all alone in my own home by my empty dining table with a blank piece of paper is absolutely heavenly. In the absence of others, I can be fully present with my thoughts and my emotions. I write them down because that is my way of processing reality. I rethink my memories and recall my feelings because it is important to weed out unnecessary negative emotions. I do so to intentionally attach a positive and compassionate acceptance of what was, no matter how negative. It is important to do this because it is easy to get tangled up in the challenges and hurts of life. We can change our perception of what is, so make the choice to make it positive. This is an essential step in learning how to detach from bad associations to pleasure and form new kind ones.
We often forget that we have the ability to slow down life. We can choose how we manage our circumstances. We are in control. Always. For a long time, it was difficult for me to enjoy this time alone. I felt selfish and wasteful. My mind wandered about the projects I’ve been sitting on, the people I needed to call back, the organizing I needed to do. But all those responsibilities will not be rightly completed if I do not have the mental tranquility to address them thoughtfully. So I sit there with my paper, and I write, I process, I feel, I cry, I laugh and almost always, I come out empowered, not overwhelmed. Here I am taking the time to be attentive to my needs… The kind of quiet that makes room for pleasure.
So now that I have spent some time all on my own, I take myself out into an environment where I can be with others but not engage with anyone. I do this by going out to eat on my own, often at the most indulgent restaurants. There is joy and immense power in being able to be on our own; when all around us, someone is with another and/or when we have the choice of company but chose otherwise. We will discover within our independence that we are already complete as one, and joy is an emotion that can be experienced together, or alone. The selfishness that is attached to “choosing to be alone” feels now like a conscientious choice toward self-care and emotional independence. Our minds are able to differentiate between when we are being selfish and when we are taking moments to replenish so we can give more. We are taking time to be alone so that we can be better together. When we are clear of our intentions, it is easier to give ourselves permission to experience pleasure.
In my solidarity amidst all the clattering of silverware and the unrecognizable chatter all around me, I take a moment to pay close attention to how I react to the world. Do I feel judgment when I see couples stealing glances at me? Do I assume that they are imagining that I am sadly alone, or are they impressed by my courage to dine by myself in such an extravagant place? Am I disturbed if they are wondering whether I am sad when I am truly happy? Then, more importantly, I get to observe what I think of others, which is ultimately tied to what I think of myself. Do I automatically make the same judgmental assumptions about a couple who says nothing to one another, or do I pause and allow them the same space and compassion to just be, as I am allowing myself to do the same? This is the key point. We attract what we exude. If we want pleasure in our lives—whatever that looks like, we have to give ourselves and others space; and also the non-judgment to do so. We must recognize that our pleasure is independent of our need for other people, and what they think of pleasure in general, and vice versa. Pleasure thrives when we can be honest and vulnerable with ourselves or with others; and is offered the same courtesy in return.
Now there is painting—a hobby which I recently discovered and I enjoy tremendously. During painting, I am with others, but my work is independent. I get to choose my piece, my colors, and medium; and my teacher helps me fine-tune these choices. I am in this weekly workshop with various women. We are all working independently. I am on my own, but with the guidance of someone else telling me, “this is how you can do better.” I am taking yet another step toward understanding pleasure. All of us know something about pleasure. We already know from above that we have the right to it, and we get to define it for ourselves. Yet there is always something new to learn. We can know more. Allow ourselves the opportunity to discover, to be surprised. Embrace what others can offer us and use that “guidance” to better define for ourselves what is pleasurable. So take some time and consider finding an activity that engages you in an informative manner. It creates an openness for growth which heightens pleasure.
Now at the end of the day, we all have to come home and/or to return to our lives’ responsibilities. The deadlines, the to-dos, the chores. How do we make pleasure happen amidst all of these? For me, it is a simple 20 minutes in the bath. Asking for this uninterrupted time and space and allowing people around you to provide that for you is a skill towards pleasure. Being able to set boundaries for the things that are important to us, especially when we feel needed around others, is important. We need to practice the simple act of saying “mine,” “not now,” “no.” Pleasure feels better when we know what we want and don’t, and it feels even more delightful when we have the agency to verbalize it.
As we go through our days, partners, illness, life, we need to accept the fact that pleasure is a changing and evolving concept.
When we think of pleasure, the erotic is inevitably attached to it. But as I have pointed here, pleasure is all around us and is as much un-erotic, and it is erotic. To truly experience pleasure, it needs to come from a self-created place from within that carries no shame and judgment; one that is independent of others. We must have the willingness to learn and evolve. And we must create boundaries and practice our agency. This is how we are going to normalize erotic pleasure and make that masturbation as self-care the lying down, with our legs spread apart, vibrator or fingers on clits and inside of our vaginas—feel normal. I find myself repeating this line over and over, “There are no standards in pleasure or sex.”
Pleasure exists through our own perception. And our perception is influenced by our circumstances, and it fluctuates as our daily state of mind does. So as we go through our days, partners, illness, life, we need to accept the fact that pleasure is a changing and evolving concept. Hence we must find ways to diversify how we experience pleasure. Take some time and create these pleasurable unerotic moments for yourself. I assure you that the next time we talk about bedroom pleasure, your mind, heart, and body parts will wonder more easily toward the erotic.
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четверг, 9 января 2020 г.

Art by Christina Quarles & Poetry by Christine Kitano

Here in Tha Sound of Tha Things Yew Said Today by Christina QuarlesHere in Tha Sound of Tha Things Yew Said Today
Christina Quarles,Acrylic on Canvas, 50 × 42 inches, 2017.

News of Home
by Christine Kitano


An ocean away, California wildfires rage. At 24, a friend gives in after a lifetime of bad luck:
two types of cancer. I know those fires, the stone-clouded sky, the grey sunlight the color of
ghosts. In patio corners, ash will collect in piles of soft molt. This morning, I find a fallen crow
on the doorstep of the hotel. A tourist here, I’ve been taking photographs of everything: the
vaulted ceilings in the cathedrals, the cobblestone pathways that almost glow in the precise light
of dusk, and even the lake, green and webbed with algae. I’m always looking for connections,
but on this, the crow’s still wing, the lens won’t focus. Whether I stoop closer, or take a step
back, I can’t stop my hands from shaking.

Artwork by Christina Quarles, Beautiful MourningLeft: Beautiful Mourning
Christina Quarles, Acrylic on Canvas, 48 × 60 inches, 2017.
Dint We, Didn’t We, Dint We Have a Gud Time Now?
Christina Quarles, Acrylic on Canvas, 50 × 40 inches, 2017.

About the artist:
As a Queer, cisgender woman who is black but is often mistaken as white, Christina Quarles engages with the world from a position that is multiply situated. Informed by her daily experience with ambiguity, she seeks to dismantle assumptions of fixed subjectivity through images that challenge the viewer to contend with the disorganized body in a state of excess.


Art by Christina Quarles & Poetry by Christine Kitano

Here in Tha Sound of Tha Things Yew Said Today by Christina Quarles
Here in Tha Sound of Tha Things Yew Said Today
Christina Quarles, Acrylic on Canvas, 50 × 42 inches, 2017.

News of Home
by Christine Kitano


An ocean away, California wildfires rage. At 24, a friend gives in after a lifetime of bad luck:
two types of cancer. I know those fires, the stone-clouded sky, the grey sunlight the color of
ghosts. In patio corners, ash will collect in piles of soft molt. This morning, I find a fallen crow
on the doorstep of the hotel. A tourist here, I’ve been taking photographs of everything: the
vaulted ceilings in the cathedrals, the cobblestone pathways that almost glow in the precise light
of dusk, and even the lake, green and webbed with algae. I’m always looking for connections,
but on this, the crow’s still wing, the lens won’t focus. Whether I stoop closer, or take a step
back, I can’t stop my hands from shaking.


 


Artwork by Christina Quarles, Beautiful Mourning
Left: Beautiful Mourning
Christina Quarles, Acrylic on Canvas, 48 × 60 inches, 2017.
Dint We, Didn’t We, Dint We Have a Gud Time Now?
Christina Quarles, Acrylic on Canvas, 50 × 40 inches, 2017.

About the artist:
As a Queer, cisgender woman who is black but is often mistaken as white, Christina Quarles engages with the world from a position that is multiply situated. Informed by her daily experience with ambiguity, she seeks to dismantle assumptions of fixed subjectivity through images that challenge the viewer to contend with the disorganized body in a state of excess.


The post Art by Christina Quarles & Poetry by Christine Kitano appeared first on A WOMEN’S THING.

Art by Christina Quarles & Poetry by Christine Kitano

Here in Tha Sound of Tha Things Yew Said Today by Christina Quarles
Here in Tha Sound of Tha Things Yew Said Today
Christina Quarles, Acrylic on Canvas, 50 × 42 inches, 2017.

News of Home
by Christine Kitano

An ocean away, California wildfires rage. At 24, a friend gives in after a lifetime of bad luck:
two types of cancer. I know those fires, the stone-clouded sky, the grey sunlight the color of
ghosts. In patio corners, ash will collect in piles of soft molt. This morning, I find a fallen crow
on the doorstep of the hotel. A tourist here, I’ve been taking photographs of everything: the
vaulted ceilings in the cathedrals, the cobblestone pathways that almost glow in the precise light
of dusk, and even the lake, green and webbed with algae. I’m always looking for connections,
but on this, the crow’s still wing, the lens won’t focus. Whether I stoop closer, or take a step
back, I can’t stop my hands from shaking.

 

Artwork by Christina Quarles, Beautiful Mourning
Left: Beautiful Mourning
Christina Quarles, Acrylic on Canvas, 48 × 60 inches, 2017.
Dint We, Didn’t We, Dint We Have a Gud Time Now?
Christina Quarles, Acrylic on Canvas, 50 × 40 inches, 2017.

About the artist:
As a Queer, cisgender woman who is black but is often mistaken as white, Christina Quarles engages with the world from a position that is multiply situated. Informed by her daily experience with ambiguity, she seeks to dismantle assumptions of fixed subjectivity through images that challenge the viewer to contend with the disorganized body in a state of excess.

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четверг, 12 декабря 2019 г.

The Magic and True Meaning of Hysteria

Hysteria as Magic—and Power. Photo by Marlee Banta
All photos by Marlee Meghan Banta. 35mm film, 2015. Marlee Meghan Banta aims to show viewers the state of her brain at its most heightened: abstract, dreamy, and melancholy. She works experimentally, sometimes shooting a roll of film and rewinding it back, then shooting back over it; other times soaking the whole roll in her bathroom and then blow-drying it; other times simply leaving it alone. Through these experimental processes, she depicts feelings of depression, anxiety, and pain, and tries to capture moments of passing beauty.

Throughout history, women have been silenced, and the result is “hysteria.” What if we harnessed emotion, instead of denigrating it, in our global culture?


Every year it happens. Girls fainting in droves. Girls laughing, crying, singing compulsively, unable to stop. Or ticking and twitching, their bodies convulsing, as if possessed.


We wonder over them like oddities. We tell their stories like mysteries, tales of magic or malingering: the girls of Salem, who hung half a village on the altar of their madness; the schoolgirls in Tanzania who began to laugh and, for weeks, could not stop. Or the girls of LeRoy, New York, who began to tic and twitch, their bodies pulsing like dying hearts, beating despite blockages, beating to survive.


History has dubbed these cases mysteries. Science has labeled them outbreaks of mass psychogenic illness, a phenomenological condition in which involuntary symptoms spread through close-knit groups for no discernible reason. To explain what happens to bodies in the throes of MPI, scientists cite “mirroring” behaviors such as yawning. But the cause of mirroring behaviors isn’t known, either. Nor can scientists tell us why the groups affected by MPI are almost always female.


Early medicine had an easy answer: hysteria, which takes its name from the Greek word for womb and was commonly used by Hippocrates to diagnose women who eschewed their prescribed cultural role. Ditto Aristotle, who said that women were weak-minded, manipulative, easily swayed by the thoughts and behaviors of others, and therefore unfit for public life. It was men’s work to run the world, just as it was men’s work to diagnose, categorize, and “protect” women. That the control and systematic silencing of women under the guise of protection is what enabled patriarchy as a hegemonic structure to develop and take hold, was, unsurprisingly, never mentioned.


Emotion has historically been silenced as a sign of female weakness and labeled as “hysteria” in our culture. Photo by Marlee Meghan Banta.
Photo by Marlee Meghan Banta. 35mm film, 2015.

Centuries have passed, but our cultural tendency to label women’s behavior “hysterical” persists. In 2011 and 2012 when the girls of LeRoy were struck with their Tourettes-like symptoms, many rushed to call them mysterious, magical, bad. But unlike generations of women before them, women silenced by culture and gender, race and class, the girls of LeRoy located their power, and spoke back.


The outbreak began with Katie Krautwurst and Thera Sanchez, best friends, who one after the other awoke from naps with a series of involuntary neurological symptoms, from numbness and tingling to tics and twitches. As days and then weeks went by, these symptoms spread, slowly passing to girls outside their social circle. It eventually impacted a 36-year-old nurse, a girl who lived miles away but had recently attended a LeRoy school dance, and a single boy. By the time the outbreak reached its climax, 17 teenagers had been directly affected, throwing their families, their school, and their town into crisis. State officials began testing the high school campus for contaminants, while parents of children not yet afflicted worried that their kids were next. The national news arrived and social media blew up with accusations of the girls’ malingering; conspiracy blogs cropped up, positing black magic and witchcraft.


At the root of much of the attention the girls garnered was the fundamental belief in their culpability, their badness. They had brought their symptoms on themselves, somehow—or worse, they had faked them—because it was in their nature to do so. When a team of doctors at the DENT Neurologic Institute in Buffalo performed every medical test they could and found nothing, they finally issued a diagnosis: MPI and conversion disorder (the conversion of stress into voluntary physical symptoms the subject experiences as involuntary). Conversion disorder is common, the doctors assured. MPI, although rare, usually occurs in insular communities like LeRoy. But it couldn’t be, most of the girls insisted, because there wasn’t any stress or trauma in their lives.


On daytime talk shows, Katie, Thera, and several other afflicted girls sat for interviews, their bodies twitching in tandem, as if in conversation. But the girls insisted theirs was not a disease of the highly empathic, the overly emotional; no, there was truly something medically wrong with them, something that could be treated and cured, something that could be understood by the prevailing cultural logic, which is unemotional, white, Western, male.


The more media attention the girls received, the worse their symptoms became. Erin Brokovich flew in to investigate; parents packed into the school auditorium to demand answers, pointing fingers like pitchforks at superintendents and EPA officials. But as time passed and potential causes were exhausted, interest waned and the media disbanded. It was then that stories of the stress the girls had experienced—everything from physical abuse, to poverty, to sick parents—trickled forward, adding credence to the conversion disorder diagnosis. The girls hadn’t hidden the extent of their trauma purposefully, they just hadn’t seen it as relevant because they’d spent their whole lives learning to numb themselves to its sting. It’s really not that bad, they insisted in interviews and articles, I’m used to it, I don’t feel anything. And yet, eventually, some of the girls caved to the psychiatric care prescribed by the DENT doctors and improved; others pursued courses of antibiotics that also seemed to help, most likely due to the placebo effect. In the end, all of those afflicted, recovered. But why their symptoms spread in the first place remains, like MPI itself, a mystery.


 

Had we all been raised to speak our pain rather than stifle and hide it, what would be different?

 

Emotion as a sign of femaleness and, therefore, weakness is a global problem and detrimental to all. In America, where women are privileged compared to other patriarchal cultures, the abilities of girls and women to rationally assess, plan, and lead are still constantly doubted, the assumption being that emotionality impedes, rather than aids, in high-stakes decision-making. But rarely does the marked absence of men’s ability to identify and express their feelings (a condition studies show is a product of nurture, not nature) come up, even as America continues to cultivate the interwoven epidemics of domestic violence and mass shootings. Throughout history, women have been utterly silenced and the result is “hysteria.” But in the singular and pivotal emotional realm, men have been silenced too, and the result is violence.


Had we all been raised to speak our pain rather than stifle and hide it, what would be different? Would the LeRoy girls have struggled so against their initial diagnosis? Would the outbreak have occurred in the first place? Who would occupy the American presidency? Who would have danced joyously and safely until dawn at Pulse Nightclub? Who would have left the Harvest Festival in Las Vegas with their lives?


But such is not the world we live in. The current push to legislate women’s reproductive health and access to legal abortions and contraceptives, as well as the documented tendency of medical professionals to brush off women’s real pain as imagined, stress-induced, or “hysterical” shows us the slippery ways that ideas developed centuries ago to oppress women endure today. It was self-protection that prompted the LeRoy girls to insist on physical, instead of emotional, origins of their illness. But the fact that the root cause was almost certainly emotional does not make it unreal. When unspoken, when stuck inside the body, pain seeks release, expression. Tics, twitches, tremors, tears—take your pick. This has always been the case for women in particular because women have historically been silenced, tasked with the challenge of persisting despite the patriarchy in which we live. We manage the best we can and we fight back when it is warranted. Our task now is to reclaim, reframe, and move forward. In our hands, hysteria can become not a sign of weakness, but of ingenuity.


Throughout history, women have been silenced, and the result is “hysteria.”
Throughout history, women have been silenced, and the result is “hysteria.” What if we harnessed emotion, instead of denigrating it, in our global culture? Photo by Marlee Meghan Banta. 35mm film, 2015.

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