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Category: Humans

WATCH THIS, PLEASE, AND SHARE.

I wish these vids would show everywhere cis people go. While they take a piss in their cis toilets, while they walk from A to B, while they stand at a counter buying their groceries….while they grind their daily routine.

 

This should be heard throughout the streets and considered by everyone who calls or wants to call themselves an ally.

 

 

 

We deserve to be heard!

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Why I keep calling my workmate by his last name

I recently realised that I make the same mistake by using wrong names sometimes, just as people mistakenly use wrong pronouns for me.

I keep, for example, referring to one of my colleagues as ‘last name’ instead of adressing him using his first name. I keep thinking his last name is his first name and suits him much better.

There are several reasons for this, as I have discovered after I thought about it and did some 101 psychology on myself:

One reason is that I have heard his last name more times than his first name and therefore it has become easier to say it and repeat it and not think about what his first name was again.
Another reason is that I think his last name makes for a cool first name and sounds like the name of an adventurer and somehow that idea got stuck in my head.

 

Another reason I can think of is that on one of the social networking sites I often use there is somone with his last name as first name and I often read what they write, so this last name is again associated with a first name in my head.

 

I haven’t started misgendering him yet (or perhaps he does not know I am misgendering when I call him a ‘he’, because gender is, in essence, just an illusion), but I can understand how easy it is to use wrong words when referring to a person. Sometimes it’s easier to be wrong because it has been ingrained into our psyche, sometimes it’s more fun to be wrong (it can be really amusing calling someone by a different name so long as it isn’t an insult…but how would you know?).

It’s easy to make mistakes when calling people by complicated names, names that don’t suit them, and it gets more difficult when approaching the topic of pronouns.

The aim is not to get words right 100 per cent, all the time, but to keep trying and make an effort. That is often more comforting to a person than someone who gets it right but cares nothing for their wellbeing.

And to fully accept a name (whether it’s a new one or just one that one does not like or is not used to) one has to accept the idea behind it and what that name means, that it is attached to a person and that that person is worthy of me getting their name right.

 

All it takes is a little bit of awareness.

Haven’t found ‘the help’, yet.

So I’ve called yet another psycho(logist) to make an appointment for me and my various personality traits and feelings. Unfortuntely this was another miss, as he’s busy and doesn’t want to put me on a waiting list.

I wonder how long these feeings will follow me for. I feel like I have two heads and a tail with all this baggage I’m carrying. Why can’t I just drop it and leave it?

If life is imaginary, then why is it so difficult to re-imagine it?

 

Brother and sister playing with a toy plane in front of relatives

 

brother gets all the attention through dashing through the house, shouting and screaming indiscriminately at everything in his path and letting fly the aeroplane he has been given by his relative, a possessive aunt.

He gets encouraged and responded to with laughter and cute name-calling.

Sister decides she wants some positive attention, too, and thinks by doing the same thing…even better…she will garner more attention and be the one who everyone decides is cute and worthy of praise.

As soon as she starts being boisterous like that, she gets called names, too, but not cute ones. She gets put back in her place for being so loud and unruly and getting into her brother’s space and having th audacity to play with him, that she is sorrowfuly perplexed.

She sits back down to ponder her misery and think about what names she’d call her relatives.

link to an article from www.feminspire.com re: the ever-cheerful female

link to article: DO WOMEN OWE THE WORLD A SMILE?

From the article:

“A ‘brooding’ man cuts a strong, masculine figure–there’s a seductive draw to a mysterious stranger, after all. He doesn’t reveal his secrets; he holds the promise of affection above your head. That, it seems, is the default for sexy in a man: brooding and aloof, to match the chipper availability of his female counterpart.

The problem at hand isn’t that there are some unrealistic expectations for a woman’s public demeanor. It is that certain gender roles continue to creep into polite society and limit us in many aspects from mating rituals to self-expression. This idea functions on the assumptions that “sex” and “gender” are the same thing; from there it assumes there are two fundamentally opposite sexes that complement each other”.

 

My thoughts:

I have often encountered problems with my melancholy nature. Being melancholy can become frustrating, as it’s not  a fun way to be, but it’s not bad, either. I sometimes really enjoy being a bit moody and brooding over things that bother me or interest me but that are difficult to think about and for which there often is no answer. And I don’t think that this makes a person less attractive.

But often when I am thoughtful people ask me why I am so quiet, whether something is wrong, and then they try to cheer me up, they try to get me to smile, and they are happy when I do, it puts eevrything right again…the/their world is cheerful again. But  they are not interested in the underlying causes of my broodiness or what I am really thinking of. A smile makes them happy, no matter the reason for it, it banishes the shadows of melancholy.

Especially in men the desire to see a smiling, cheerful, elfish little creature of the opposite biological structure is very appealing. It’s their little escape route from the world of worries and the mundane. But once the smile vanishes from a young girls face, the girl vanishes as well and what’s left is akin to a diseased relic of what once was a symbol of glee and inspiration. What’s left is only the cautious approach of peers who ask: “Are you OK?”

 

“The philosophy of becoming supercedes the philosophy of being…”

quoted in ‘The Aesthetics of Transhumanism’ by Natashe Vita-More, 22.04.2011, http://hplusmagazine.com/2011/04/22/the-aesthetics-of-transhumanism/

 

The philosophy of becoming is the philosophy of evolving.

We should ask ourselves: have we already reached a stage in human evolution we are comfortable with?

What am I that makes me human, what am I that makes me humane?

 

Being human is simple, becoming human is almost beyond human capabilities. Being human is what we are now, becoming more human is what we should aspire to.

I’m not only talking about human form and design, the shape which represents us…but ideals, impressions, expressions.

We are the post-modern human, living in a world filled with technological advance. And yet, are we so different from our ancestors? We might be able to stave off disease more easily, to travel the world more quickly, to communicate more easily, but what about philosophy and social change, what about our language and behaviour?

Why is humanity still called ‘man-kind’? Why, with all our potential to help eachother and use technology for our benefit do people in third-world countries still starve? Why is there a third world? Why is there still poverty, greed, fundamentalism, murder, rape?

 

We have not evolved, at least not beyond ourselves.

We can’t say we live in a better future, when half of us are dying because they lack food, water and shelter. How can we say we are modern, when half of us are killed because of a lack of human rights. When the most vulnerable people in society are targeted BECAUSE they are most vulnerable.

We should measure our humanity through looking at the status of our most destitue members, by looking at the weakest, most vulnerable. By looking at our social systems (the law, healthcare, environmental legislation) and our entrenched beliefs (about ethnicity, culture, gender, sexuality).

We are far from a wondrous golden age. We are repressed, we are lied to and controlled, mostly by our very own governments, we are harassed by people of the same country, the same faith, the same family. Dictatorships don’t just exist in the middle east or some communist country, they exist in materialistic minds and capitalist hearts.

As long as people are a commodity and tossed around by the forces of capitalism and gratification of the senses, no amount of scientific progress will be able to help us.

I’m not saying we need religion, there’s enough of that already, but we need to start believing in progress, not materialistic progress, but humane progress.

Or are we all too human to do that?

 

 

poor little darling

man knows pain

the love of man

man finds out what attraction is

 

man knows what love is

 

The brave new world part III: The art of being

The last article has focused on transhumanist science and technology, on revolutionising our prospects of living, on using technology to change our human functions. The dilemma of human fragility (physical) and human grandeur (intellect), and human spirit (motivation) creates the desire in many people to strive for better quality of life, to facilitate living, to reach a utopia where death and disease canot enter.

The human shape, our molecules and muscles and nerves and biological functionings have a great bearing on this desire to reach new goals in understanding and changing ourselves. For if functioning is to be changed, that which performs the function may also be altered.

What is needed to get to the roots of our being, to grasp ourselves, and to adapt and progress? First we have to think differently of ourselves. Thinking is philosophy, the doorway to conceptualising the world. Thinking is being, for if we never think of ourselves as human, if we think of ourselves as animals, can we really be human?

Transhuman Art is, like many other movements, a manifestation of thought, a result about thinking about transhuman art. The yearning for new forms, new dialoggues, new definitions, and the striving for knowledge and desire to re-unite opposing or vexing aspects of life, have come together to form a ‘transhuman art’. Transhuman Art is a mirror of human desires and impulses, so it does not transcend the human, but it is a way to communicate very human concerns.

New Media such as 3DGraphics, videography, electronic art, animation, conceptual art, role playing, internet art, and body art, as well as more traditional styles such as printmaking, sculpture, drawing, painting, poetry, performance art and literature are used by scientists and non-scientist artists (transhumanist artists).

Just as in any art movement, there are various artists and styles, so there is a wide range of conveyed emotions and senses.

Links to transhumanist art websites (Please click ‘Open in New Tab’ to open in new tab, as I am currently having problems with the link function on wordpress):

transhumanist.biz (Nano-tech art)
Nanomandala (spiritual side of Nano-tech)
Transhumanities (featured art styles and links)
dynamic body art (trans resistor radio interview)
Transhuman art gallery (featured artists)
Transhuman Art (featured artists)

My attempt at transhuman art:

future in our hand

humans and progress

revolution

 

 

from mystudentstruggles’: Socialisation: Part Two

Socialisation: Part Two.

 

My thoughts:

An objective and informative article about socialisation theories.
Made me shudder to think how much of this (socialisation) is going on in all levels of society, every single day of our lives. If we don’t stop, take in a deep breath and think for a minute about all the symbols and words that interfere in our identities, wherever we go in this Western world, we will easily lose our immunity to it. For what is our ‘culture’, what is our ‘modernisation’, what is ‘personal speech’ and ‘democracy’ when it comes down to lived experience? RHETORIC!

This is subtle oppression at its best and most viral.