Thinking about all the spaces I have been pushed out of over the years due to disablism, misogyny, and/or anti-queer hostility... and how similar the operating logics are for each. How many times have I asked people to implement a masks-required policy only to be told that there's no one in attendance who needs that? Well surely, because they won't be able to come until you implement this policy. #MaskUp #StillCoviding #Disability #Queer #Trans #Feminism
How many academic classes, lectures, conferences have I sat through because I wanted access to the knowledges in the room, but it came at a cost of listening to people's extremely cissexist ideas about gender? 'Male' and 'female' skeletons. 'Fertility' being the underlying motivation for ancient rituals. Motherhood as the role into which all girls are historically indoctrinated. Literally one (extremely hetero) definition of sex anytime it comes up.
It wears on me, almost to the point of not wanting to participate anymore. Almost to the point of wanting to withdraw from public scholarly communities completely, because it is so painful to be in those rooms most of the time. Yes, I learn new things sometimes, when I'm not experiencing dehumanisation / having to swallow my rage / feeling afraid to speak up / fighting off despair. But the longer I do this work the more often it seems to be the latter preventing me from actually learning.
Why are all the historical, literary, and archaeological interpretations of XYZ subject so straight? Because people with queer perspectives are being systematically barred from participating in the production of knowledge on these topics. Yes, by the universities with their extensive and violent bureaucracies, but also by every individual scholar who thinks they don't need to change their thinking around gender since they're a historian and not a queer theorist.