Showing posts with label body revolutionary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label body revolutionary. Show all posts

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Sins Invalid-krips who inspire me!


People who inspire me, (in the true non-patronizing sense of the word), are the sins invalid crew, so I’m going to share some of what they are about and links to their website and youtube clips.

Where can I find them?





‘’We had to develop the look of a show which was simultaneously erotic and communicating resistant politics.’’
 ''As people with disabilities, we are not oppressed by what we can or cannot do with our bodies or minds. We are oppressed by the systemic prejudice, discrimination, segregation, and violence we face because we do not fall within a perceived “norm.”





What is Sins Invalid? 
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Sins Invalid: An Unshamed Claim to Beauty in the Face of Invisibility

Mission
Sins Invalid is a performance project that incubates and celebrates artists with disabilities, centralizing artists of color and queer and gender-variant artists as communities who have been historically marginalized. Our performance work explores the themes of sexuality, embodiment and the disabled body. Conceived and led by disabled people of color, we develop and present cutting-edge work where normative paradigms of "normal" and "sexy" are challenged, offering instead a vision of beauty and sexuality inclusive of all individuals and communities.

We define disability broadly to include people with physical impairments, people who belong to a sensory minority, people with emotional disabilities, people with cognitive challenges, and those with chronic/severe illness. We understand the experience of disability to occur within any and all walks of life, with deeply felt connections to all communities impacted by the medicalization of their bodies, including trans, gender variant and intersex people, and others whose bodies do not conform to our culture(s)' notions of "normal" or "functional."

WHAT WE DO:


Our goals are to:
--Promote leadership opportunities for people with disabilities within our communities and within the broader social justice movement.
--Provide a supportive and politically engaged space for both emerging and established artists with disabilities to develop and present compelling works to a broad audience.

--Develop and present strong artistic work that explores sexuality and the non-normative body, integrating the full and multi-dimensional experiences of disabled artists who are also people of color and LGBTIQ, in order to represent all of our communities and challenge dominant misperceptions about people with disabilities.

WE DO THIS BY:

--Offering political education workshops for community based organizations and other organizations that share our commitment to social justice principles as a means of integrating analysis and action around disability, race, gender, and sexuality.

--Presenting multidisciplinary performances (video, poetry, spoken word, music, drama, and dance) by people with disabilities for broad audiences in the San Francisco Bay Area and elsewhere.

--Organizing performance workshops for community members with and without disabilities.
General Information

Vision:

Sins Invalid recognizes that we will be liberated as whole beings – as disabled/as queer/as brown/as black/as genderqueer/as female- or male-bodied – as we are far greater whole than partitioned. We recognize that our allies emerge from many communities and that demographic identity alone does not determine one's commitment to liberation.

Sins Invalid is committed to social and economic justice for all people with disabilities – in lockdowns, in shelters, on the streets, visibly disabled, invisibly disabled, sensory minority, environmentally injured, psychiatric survivors – moving beyond individual legal rights to collective human rights.

Our stories, imbedded in analysis, offer paths from identity politics to unity amongst all oppressed people, laying a foundation for a collective claim of liberation and beauty.





A Sexy Crip Manifesto in Six Parts







Extract from Berne, P, 2008, Sins Invalid: Disability, Dancing, and Claiming Beauty in Solinger Fox, Irani (eds) Telling Stories to Change the World Teaching Learning Social Justice, Routledge, London.

Sins asks the question: have you ever been to an erotic event featuring people with disabilities?”, let’s take a look at the context in which we live. We know that our culture maintains embodied and enforced “norms,” norms that constrict all of us with unmet expectations and fears of the repercussion of not “measuring up.” Regardless of where we identify on the spectrum of sexuality, gender, size, ability, age, class, etc., the boundaries of our normalcy get policed. And when we transgress boundaries by having different abilities, gender
presentation, etc., we are at risk of social and economic alienation, hostility, threats to safety/violence, and the deepest acts of dehumanization—we become ‘they’,  othered.  

To bring the issue to the body, the definition of the “normal” body is becoming ever narrower, to the extent that even the natural process of growth and aging is seen as a problem to overcome. People with disabilities are often seen as “flawed” beings whose hope of normalcy rests in the “medical model’’.

The disability rights movement articulated another lens of viewing disability—the social model. With this view, we understand that the “problem” resides in sociopolitical and economic structures which exclude an array of people and abilities, and the solution is social and institutional change.

This should resound familiar with folks from a social justice perspective. But still let’s make sure we’re clear. Let’s say I go to a building which has stairs; my wheelchair does not climb stairs. Is the problem that I cannot walk up stairs? Or is the problem that the building owner and architect did not create a building which allows entrance to people with a variety of means of mobility?
Is the problem my body? Or is the problem being excluded because my body is different from the building owner’s?

As people with disabilities, we are not oppressed by what we can or cannot do with our bodies or minds. We are oppressed by the systemic prejudice, discrimination, segregation, and violence we face because we do not fall within a perceived “norm.”

Sins create a space where the non-normative body is centred and erotic. We challenge dominant notions of the disabled body and sexuality because we understand it is key to challenging the oppression of people with disabilities; moreover, our performers offer stories and visions affirming our strength as people with disabilities, creating beauty in which we are centred.


Saturday, 11 August 2012

''Do you have sex in your wheelchair?''


This is a story/poem that addresses the question that I get asked a lot particularly by drunk people ‘do you have sex in my wheelchair?’ It’s a bit raunchy as it answers that question so if you’re not feeling up for taking the plunge and finding out or you’re under 18 then don’t have a listen. Its also now published at fuckabilityjax on dodsonandross.com 


It’s also about saying goodbye to my old wheelchair and welcoming in the new one which I received on Thursday.   

Text of audio:

This one looks just like my old one.
In 5years the manufacturers can offer me
nothing new, no new inventions,
just a $3000 price increase. So I look for the things
that make her different-yes,  she is a her,
who may become a him,
or float in-between in a gender-bending land.

I am levitating off the ground.
I move this way.
I feel the speed of a hill and its slow climb,
the vibration of every bump, the lean of a gutter.
Smooth new rims under my fingertips.
She is so new, I am the first to touch her,
to know this feeling. Only another who lives
within their chair can know the joy
of feeling an unmarked wheel rim.
Sensitive fingertips come to know its dents, its scratches,
they tell of our times together. Like the time
me and my best friend were too busy laughing
so hard while crossing the road that she pushed me
into the curb and scratched you  all along your side;
marking you with our laughter.

Or the hot summers spent sweating on you,
body sticky and muscles sore from wheeling up hills.
Or your front wheel that would stick in the wet and make me wheel into door frames,
leaving people wondering why I’d suddenly
lost control of myself; that day not so long ago
when you chose your moment spectacularly to pull this trick,
I was wheeling out of the psychiatrist’s office
and he just stood and looked at me
as I worked with all my left arm muscles to
skim clear of his door and he no doubt wondered
what else was wrong with me.

I remember the lovers I have had in the last 5 years…
The sex I have almost had on you, only to decide
it was too awkward and be pulled away and onto the floor,
a bed, a lover’s body. My naked body finds you
afterwards for trips into the bathroom and shower.
You become part of the afterglow of our fucking
as parts of me and my lovers leak onto you,
even as I try and keep you clean,
to keep you out of it.

Sex must not come with me as I wheel down the street
to my parent’s house, as I sit for dinner. I could cover you
with towels as I make my way from bed to shower
but there isn’t time, the naked laughing woman
propels me forward and just I don’t care.

I make you sound so dirty, so beautifully fucking dirty.
And you are. It’s not that I don’t wash your covers
becoming self-conscious of the parts of me
that have leaked onto and into you.
It’s that we are linked you and I.
We spend each day, each and every day, touching.
You are mine. My space. My personal space.
There are few who are close enough to me
to be able to sit in you and have me watch
without feeling invaded.

I think of a lover, still fresh enough to sting,
who was the first to include you in our kissing,
in our cuddling, in our hot lead-up to sex.
Times spent getting about the house with her on my lap,
facing me wheeling us with her hands.
No one before had thought this sexy, fun.
It was something that she just did with
laughter and passion leaving me feeling such a rush of
 love and intimacy with you, with her,
with myself and this embodiment.

There was a time when wheelchair + me = terror.
Remnants of a childhood spend with the message
drilled into my body daily that ‘walking’ was the
Holy Grail and to end up in a wheelchair
 was worse than death.  You will have no friends,
no one will love you, you will never have a boyfriend
words spoken by family-still lingers within me.

It’s time. It’s time to practice radical politics
to inhabit who and how I am in the world fully
and you, my shinny, glide-y exoskeleton are part of my life,
part of how I move, how I experience space
 and a big part of how I am seen in the world.
I belong to a species of wheelchair Krips, queers, radicals
Body revolutionaries!

The End

A big shout out to the Sins Invalid crew-check them out-you inspire me to keep being the radical  Body revolutionary that I am. Much love. See ya.

This video and the work of Sins can also be found at my youtuble channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/f3ckability/