Last week I wrote about my friend Natalie Dykstra’s new biography of Clover Adams. Today, the Massachusetts Historical Society is celebrating the book with a launch party and exhibition opening. If you’re not in the Boston area to visit the exhibition in person, you can check out our online exhibition which launched today!
I think our digital team has done an amazing job with the presentation of Clover’s work, which will now be available to anyone with access to the Internet, wherever in the world they happen to be.
Archivists and historians are awesome. That is all.
So a couple of Sundays ago, I sat down with my morning cup of coffee fulling intending to spend the day getting Tom and Miles laid. Instead, what came out was the end of a half-finished fic I’d started in November involving Maud Holland and Rose Buck (Upstairs Downstairs 2011), a snowed in cottage in Hastings, and Christmas holiday lovemaking. When I started the fic, it wouldn’t move beyond Maud having an interminable telephone conversation with Agnes about how she wasn’t going to be in London for the holiday season. So it sort of stalled out (who wants to read other peoples’ fraught family conversations about holiday celebrations? I mean, really).
Then I sat down to get Miles and Branson naked and, whoops, Maud and Rose wanted to play instead. So here you go. It’s part two of what will be, by popular demand, at least a three-part series I’ve titled “Having Considered the Eyes of the World.” The series title comes from this passage from Vita Sackville-West’s All Passion Spent (Hogarth Press, 1931):
“I have considered the eyes of the world for so long that I think it is time that I had a little holiday from them. If one is not to please oneself in old age, when is one to please oneself?” (67)
Because Maud Holland is basically my lesbian Lady Slade and I’d be stunned if that character weren’t a direct inspiration for the Upstairs Downstairs character herself — given their biographical similarities.
The fic:
Title:In the Tumultuous Privacy of Storm Author: ElizaJane (erm, me) Pairing: Maud Holland/Rose Buck Rating: Explicit (AO3) Length: 5,894 words Tags: Hastings (South Essex), Long-distance, Phone Calls, Christmas, Snow Storms, Sex Toys, Family Drama, Idyllic English Cottages Summary: Maud and Rose decide to spend the Christmas season of 1938 in a cottage in Hastings, South Essex. Series: Having Considered the Eyes of the World
So there you have it. Just doing my part to bring F/F slash into the world.
So, okay, it’s been a while since I put one of these together. But here’s what I’ve been up to elsewhere on the internet since the last “harpy fortnight” (back in December).
Hanna and I launched a new blog, the corner of your eye. And I’m not going to take for granted that y’all rushed over to follow it. I realize I’m not the center of the universe. But if you haven’t checked it out, and have no interest in adding another blog to your feeds, at least be sure to read Hanna’s post about swings. I also have book reviews up there for Britannia’s Glory and Inseparable (both about women + sex) and a couple of vintage films.
Over at The Pursuit of Harpyness I’ve been keeping steady with about two posts per week, the contents of which can be summarized as follows:
Tuesday Teasers (links lists) gathered stuff I’ve been reading around the Internets every other week on Tuesday morning. I’m hoping to keep this going as a regular thing, though they’re surprisingly time-consuming to put together. See 12/20, 1/03, 1/17 and 1/31.
Let’s Talk Images is a series I started because I had some visual materials to share and analyze. I’ve done three so far, in which I put up an image, make a few observations, and throw the comment thread open for further analysis. See the conversation on a health insurance ad, Boston Magazine’s depiction of single women, and breastfeeding pictures on Tumblr.
and I gave a signal boost to the Boston-area researcher working on dissertation research concerning queer folk and social interactions. If you read this blog regularly, you’ll already have been following my participation in Holly’s research.
That’s about all, folks, bar the re-posts and all the regularly-scheduled signal boosts I give stuff over on Tumblr. Have as much fun as you wish, and leave the rest to me.
This came through my work inbox yesterday and I thought there might be interest among readers of this blog:
“Out of the Attic and Into the Stacks” : Feminism and LIS : the Unconference : March 9-11, 2012 in Milwaukee
A meeting of practitioners, scholars and aspirants in the field of library and information studies to explore feminism as theory, boundary, ecology, method,flavor, relationship, and epistemology — among others.
Unconference will include an unposter session. Cost is $25.
Support provided by the Center for Information Policy Research at the School of Information Studies, University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and the School of Information Studies. Co-sponsors include the Graduate School of Library and Information Science at UIUC University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign, and the School of Library and Information Science at University of Wisconsin – Madison.
Unconference begins with a reception on Friday evening and concludes Sunday at noon.
Room reservations available at the Hilton Milwaukee, which provides a shuttle service to the UWM campus. Light breakfast on Saturday and Sunday, lunch on Saturday provided.
Contact Joyce M. Latham (latham@uwm.edu) or Adriana McCleer (adriana.mccleer@gmail.com).
Sadly, I’ve got a previous commitment that week — even if travel money was in the offing. So if anyone ends up going, I’d love a report! Shoot me an email and we could talk guest post(s) and/or link love.
A friend of mine brought your opinion piece, “Why Put a Bumper Sticker on a Ferrari” (The Spectrum 2/2/2012), to my attention yesterday. I appreciate that you are trying to encourage women to celebrate their bodies as they are, without need for adornment. However, I’m troubled by the way you target women specifically, by your argument that tattoos are “vandalism” of the body, and by your assertion that “nothing [productive] comes out of getting a tattoo.”
As a thirty-one-year old woman who made the decision to have my first ink done about a year ago, I’d like to share a very different perspective on body modification and meaning with you. While I don’t believe that being a person with tattoos is in any way superior to being a person without them, I also don’t believe that people (of any gender!) usually choose ink out of body insecurity or in a vacuum of meaning. On the contrary, you only have to follow the Tumblr blog Fuck Yeah, Tattoos! for a few days to witness the incredible breadth and depth of the individual stories behind peoples’ tats. I’d encourage you to check some of those stories out. And while you’re at it, I highly recommend the indie romantic comedy Tattoo: A Love Story (2002). It’s cheesy, yes, but the best part about it are the sequences in which real people tell the stories behind their own tattoos. The person who recommended the film to me was a lesbian in a long-term relationship who got her first tattoo done in honor of her sixty-fifth birthday — hardly someone performing for hetero male attention.
While we’re talking about hetero male attention, I’d like to take a moment to note that I’m very troubled by your framing of body art as a particularly troublesome trend among “ladies.” If the body is, as you write, “the temple [we’ve] been blessed with,” doesn’t that go for male-identified folks as much as it goes for female-identified ones? I would argue that your emphasis on women’s beautiful form, specifically, while ignoring male bodies reinforces our cultural obsession with gender difference — imagining that women’s bodies are somehow public property (expected to be pleasing in the eyes of others) while men’s bodies aren’t a subject of social debate — at least not where decoration is concerned.
As for myself, I tell the story behind my own tattoo on my blog. In the past year, I’ve also written a post about the evolution of my views on body modification. I share your concern over the fact that some peoples’ body modification seems to come from a sense of self-hatred, insecurity, and the desire for conformity or performance for others, rather than self-knowledge, body acceptance, and self-expression. However, as I’ve grown older I’ve come to believe that we are only really in a position to understand the motivations of one person — ourselves. Unless someone tells you the story behind their own physical appearance, you can’t tell by looking at them whether their tattoo is the result of thoughtless whimsy or the manifestation of months — or years — deliberation.
I would argue that even those tats acquired in haste — ill-considered, possibly regretted, maybe images or placements their owners feel are a little tacky now — are part of a life story. I know a number of people who have tattoos they commissioned in their teen years which they are now re-working ten, fifteen, twenty years later to invest the ink with new and different meanings.
I’d encourage you to spend some time exploring the myriad reasons why people across time and space have found body modification meaningful. I certainly support your right to celebrate your body as it is, and to choose not to alter it with piercings, tattoos, or any other form of more permanent decoration. I believe that every human being is forever and always beautiful, regardless of how closely they adhere to any one culture’s normative standards of beauty. I believe all human beings have worth, even when they feel (or are deemed by others to be) “ugly.” And that includes people who’ve chosen tats to help them express, to themselves as well as others, who they are in this world we share.
Thanks for taking the time to hear another person’s viewpoint.
During the winter holiday, I finally had a chance to screen Liz Canner’s Orgasm, Inc., a documentary which examines the development of “female sexual dysfunction” (FSD) as a disease in need of medical intervention, and the pharmacological and surgical remedies being marketed to the public in often unethical ways.
The full documentary is available via Netflix streaming.
I thought Canner’s documentary was engaging, thoroughly researched, and managed to be harshly critical of unethical medical practices while not dismissing women’s desire for sexual satisfaction. I realize that the issue of medical intervention for women unsatisfied with their sexual response is a highly contentious issue within feminist circles, and I want to say up-front that I am not against medication or surgery per se if it is proven to be effective, responsibly marketed and prescribed, and offered not as a magical fix but as one of a wide array of possible solutions.
The problem with medication and surgery to heighten women’s sexual pleasure is that sexual response is complicated and variable (in human beings generally, not just women) and the medical “fixes” so far on offer are high on risk while potential benefits remain unknown. In addition, patients are often seeking medical treatment for something they perceive as broken or wrong with their bodies which, in fact, are well within the range of human variation — and the doctors treating these patients are (I would argue unethically) using medicine to treat a non-disease. For example, one woman whom Canner follows in the documentary signs up to be part of a clinical trial for an electrical implant in her spine that is supposed to help her achieve orgasm. Let me be clear: invasive spinal surgery.* The potential side-effects and risks are numerous. The woman is physically healthy, not suffering from any sort of nerve or spinal column damage that would cause a loss of feeling in her genitals. In fact, Canner interviews the woman and discovers that she is perfectly capable of reaching orgasm just not during intercourse. Which is a “dysfunction” that roughly 70% of people with clits share. In other words, this woman was accepted as a participant in a clinical trial to a physical deficiency that wasn’t actually there.
Canner’s perspective as a film-maker is clearly sympathetic to the anti-medicalization camp, whether it’s authors skeptical of Big Pharma advertising or activists fighting against the over-medicalization of women’s sexuality and elective genital surgery. Her visual technique highlights the production not only of the film but of the medical industry’s media message concerning women’s sexuality. The company spokespeople, medical talking head “experts” pushing pharmacological and surgical solutions, and other advocates of medical intervention are consistently shown off-balance, evasive, unable to answer critical questions, and glib about women’s “choices,” even as they admit to uncertain outcomes. In contrast, the sex educators and activists who advocate a more comprehensive approach to sexual pleasure — one that takes into account emotional well-being, trauma history, relationship health, and sexual knowledge — come across as trustworthy, knowledgeable and comfortable with the variety of human sexual experience. As the founder of Good Vibrations observes in an interview, many of the women who visit Good Vibes store are so unfamiliar with their own bodies that they can’t locate their own clitoris. “Is a drug going to help them?” She asks rhetorically, “Maybe if it has a sex map of the clitoris on the box!” Before we resort to medical intervention — particularly unproven medical intervention — Canner’s film argues, we might do better to explore non-medical ways of improving our sexual well-being.
On the downside, I feel like this film in some ways perpetuated the widespread belief that Women’s Sexuality Is Confusing, in contrast to men’s sexuality which can be reduced to erection/orgasm. This framing is somewhat inevitable given that the drug companies developing medical solutions to “female sexual dysfunction” have Viagra as their model for success. And Viagra is marketable precisely because our culture views the ability to reach and maintain an erection as the be-all and end-all of satisfying men’s sexual desire. In contrast to this measurable goal of sustaining erections, women’s bodies have culturally legible markers of sexual satisfaction. When it comes to women we’re going for the much muddier category of “higher sexual satisfaction” rather than “stronger pelvic contractions” or “more vaginal secretions” or “engorged labia.” The research surrounding sexual satisfaction is highly subjective, recalling the medical discourse around what is to be considered “normal looking” genitalia. The so-called experts Canner interviews are evasive about their standards of measurement, and when pushed often fall back on the language of proprietary trade secrets. In other words, women are being told they’re “normal” or “not normal” based on tests developed by an industry invested in providing (expensive) treatment for women who fall outside the “normal” range.
I would also have been interested in information about the population of women seeking treatment for “female sexual dysfunction.” While several individual women are profiled, there is little discussion of the demographic as a whole. I found myself wondering, as I watched, if one would find differences based on age, sexual orientation and/or sexual relationships, and the other usual markers such as race/ethnicity and class background. Obviously the people able to afford medical treatment for sexual difficulties are likely to be economically secure-to-well-off. But I wonder if women in same-sex relationships, for example, are less likely to seek medical solutions to perceived abnormality, then women in heterosexual relationships — and if so, what we could discover by exploring that difference. I was also disappointed in the invisibility of trans* women from the narrative, though I understand that this adds a whole different level of complication to the story of women’s sexuality. At one point, when an ob/gyn is interviewed about elective genital surgery she says, “I can’t think of any rational reason for it,” a statement which either puts gender confirmation surgery in the non-elective/medically necessary category or dismisses trans* women’s particular needs as “irrational.” Likewise, I feel like the discussion of pharmacological treatment might have benefited from a discussion of hormone treatment for trans* folks and their experience of evolving desires as they transition. It seemed, from the documentary itself, that the doctors and companies involved in treating women’s sexual dissatisfaction were highly un-interested in gender, sex, or sexual variance of any kind — and therefore would probably resist learning from the trans* community. On the other hand, I imagine trans* folks might represent a potential market for the medical entrepreneurs, and I found myself wondering if there was any overlap in treatment of women diagnosed with FSD and trans* people. And, if so, what that overlap looks like.
Overall, at a brief 78 minutes I found this a highly watchable documentary that would be a really good jumping-off point for further discussion in a classroom, discussion group, or other discursive setting.