Because love is, I reluctantly allow, the only thing that matters. Don’t tell my Marxian reading group I said that. But you can tell your cat.
The Untidy House of Helen Razer
August 24th, 2013 by Helen Razer
Manning is a person whose body—whatever its sex—has rotted in neglect along with our freedoms.
In this crucial moment, we can talk about information freedom OR we can talk about pronouns.
And before you tell me “we can walk and chew gum at the same time”, please consider that fighting for our access to a document of mass-murder is a bit harder than “walking” and that changing ideas about gender that have developed over 4000 years is a bit more taxing than “chewing gum”.
August 21st, 2013 by Helen Razer
TweetIt is likely because I hate myself ardently and wish for the final ebb of my sanity that I use The Internet. It may also be because I enjoy pictures of dongs. Whatever the case, I was just “online”—as youthful cant would have it—and I believe I heard the last breath of liberal feminism as […]
August 9th, 2013 by Helen Razer
Tweet“I love my hands,” my mother said to me last weekend. “I think they’re beautiful”. We were in the local, awaiting the call for Number 81 (seafood crepe; chicken parma) when she showed me her hands and I felt a surge of great and difficult gratitude. These were the hands, after all, that had kept […]
June 10th, 2013 by Helen Razer
TweetDONATE AT POZIBLE NOW It was three days after Christmas and one day before My Breakup™ that Gary Foley sat in my backyard and consented—or, at least, did not object—to a proposal. I had been buttering this un-butter-able thinker up for some time in the hope that he would agree among sandwiches to let me […]