Jul. 10th, 2022

joreth: (anger)
I wish I had a magical power where I could mediate a dispute between two sides and every time someone opened their mouth to distract, obfuscate, argue, or otherwise not say something helpful, I could raise my finger in the "shush" position AND THEY WOULD.  I would calmly tell them to try again, and they could start again, but if they just found another way to do the same thing, I could shush them again.  And they would all be forced to sit there until they learned how to properly discuss contentious topics.

It would help if *I* had that skill myself, so that I knew what "properly discuss" techniques were, but since this is a magical power, then I would magically know.

I had a partner once who I was attempting to teach about feelings, their importance, and how to identify and use them.  I remember one particular argument we had where I was trying to just get him to state his feelings.  That's it.

He said "I think they're wrong."  I said "that's not a feeling that you are having."  He said "well I FEEL that they're wrong."  I just could not get him to understand that the correct answer is "I feel frustrated and hurt and defensive."  He was just dead set on deflecting the conversation onto what OTHER PEOPLE were doing, not on what he was feeling.  In our entire relationship, I never got him to understand this.

I've seen other people who go into discussions where one person is trying to understand but the other person just keeps taking every attempt to understand as an attack and reacts defensively.  I want to make them put down their defensive positions and just talk.  Stop *arguing*, and start *revealing*.

Whenever I see an image of Impeachface McTinyhands, I have this same frustration.  Every time he opens his mouth, I want to bang a gavel at him to interrupt him until he learns how to fucking answer the goddamn question.  Spiceyspice too.

My head is filled with banging judges' gavels and Dr. Evil doing "shhh!" and Ruby Rod with his "zzzzzzZZZZzz!"



No.  Just stop it right there.



Try again.   Nope, that's still not it.



Nuh!  Try again.



Uh uh.  No.



Nope.  Stop. ...
joreth: (polyamory)
I have written about the benefits of metamour relationships before, and I recently wrote about my frustration with feeling burdened by the default responsibility to maintain metamour relationships, and I'm also working on the section of my breakup book regarding the metamour's role in a breakup.   So this subject in general is on my mind.

I just want to make it clear to any current, former, and future metamours that, regardless of what happens between myself and any partner, our metamour relationship is on its own merits.  If we find value in a connection, I will maintain that connection independent of what is happening between myself and the person who brought us together.

If we have largely unrelated orbits, I will not force a connection between us no matter what is happening between myself and the person who brought us together.

Our connection is our connection.  We may not have been brought into each other's circles if it hadn't been for a mutual partner, but the size of those circles and how we maintain them is between us.  Our connection may be *influenced* by what's going on between either of us and our mutual partner, because, as I said before, we are not islands.

But you are not my friend, or my distant acquaintance, or even someone I don't connect with, *because* of our mutual partner.  You were *introduced* to me because of that mutual partner, but what we are together is because of who you and I are as people.
joreth: (Default)
https://web.archive.org/web/20200812000957/https://powderroom.kinja.com/mixed-and-mixed-up-1611452213
"Place me in a room full of people from the island and yeah, I look white by comparison, but put me in a room full of my mother's side of the family or my wife's and suddenly I look quite dark.  It's not how we identify that matters, but how people identify us – and most people aren't going to look at us and say "Oh, you're mixed, a bit of both."  They'll pick which seems farther from them..."
To most people, I look white.   My grandparents were immigrants and didn't speak English.  But they insisted on assimilation, so my mom and her siblings learned English in school and my mom doesn't even have an accent anymore. Her siblings still do, but they stayed in Texas and married other Latine people.

My mom, however, married a white man (who doesn't speak the language).  She never spoke Spanish at home, so I never learned it until I took it in high school.  And then, I learned Castilian Spanish, like, from Spain.  My high school Spanish teacher was an Olympic athlete who immigrated from Spain after he retired from sports.  We learned proper grammar and pronunciation and how to read.  After 4 years, I STILL couldn't speak to my little Mexican abuela (grandmother).

My dad's father refused to attend his son's wedding to my mother, because he was marrying "a spic".  He didn't want all her Mexican-American relatives to show up and park their cars along his nice, suburban street because the neighbors would "think the Mexican Mafia is in town".  He lived in a suburb of Los Angeles - not exactly an area bursting with white purity and because of that, a really hostile history with race relations (ask me about the zoot suit riots sometime, no it's not just a song).

Eventually my mom and grandfather reconciled and she learned to call him "dad" (the way everyone on both sides of the family call all in-laws).  But I never forgave him for that.

Later, my sister got pregnant by a boy who was half-black - a neighbor who lived across the street from my cousin's house, around the corner from my grandfather, and a boy we had grown up with our whole lives.  This same grandfather who didn't attend my parents' wedding, refused to look, speak about, or acknowledge in any way, my nibling when he was born.  The infant, and later toddler, waddled all over his house when my sister came to visit him, and as far as my grandfather was concerned, there *was* no baby in his house.  Because the kid was a quarter black.  And yes, he said this, I'm not guessing.

After a couple of years, my sister actually moved down to LA to live with the father's parents (across the street from our cousins, around the corner from dear old gramps).  So she was there *all the time*.  My nibling was the sweetest, most even-tempered, caring and compassionate kid I've ever met.  He was so concerned for everyone else's happiness.  Eventually he melted my grandfather's heart and my grandfather came to love him too, just as he came to love my mom.  So my sister forgave him.  It was "just his way", he was "just born in a different time".

Bullshit, so was my grandmother and she wasn't an asshole.

Anyway, my point is that to most people I look white.  So I am the recipient of a lot of white privilege, which I see as a burden but the fact is that my life is easier than others in some ways.  But I am not white to everyone.  I chose to leave the public school system for high school and attend a very prestigious private school.  It was the first time I was surrounded by a sea of blonde hair and blue eyes.  There were other minorities there, but I definitely stuck out with my so-dark hair and then-tanned skin.

I am treated as white by the people of my own heritage, a heritage I was kept from in the interests of my mother's family's survival - an outcast in my own culture - and I am treated as a minority by some white folks even though my upbringing and experiences are closer to theirs than any other.

I am treated however is most convenient for the other people to view me.  Lately, with my pale skin from never going outdoors in this thrice-damned hellhole of a state, it is more convenient for people to treat me as white, meaning that other white people talk to me as if I'm "one of them", i.e., a racist fuck too.  I hear all the shit white people say when they think there are no POC around to judge them.

I used to be proud to talk about my Scottish heritage, but not in many years.  These days, I'd rather wear the Mexican-American label, even though I have been disconnected from my culture throughout my life, because I want more people to consider how arbitrary their racist judgments are, and I want them to look me in the face and understand that I am one of those people they just made a joke about.
"Being mixed means, more so than for any other racial group, how we identify is out of our hands.  We get identities put upon us, and it's only by coincidence that those identities match our own.  Society doesn't make it easy to not fit in a single box, and if there are two boxes to choose from, we get pressured to choose one.  Our monoracial brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers all police us to some extent."

"I knew it was because I wasn't white, but being mixed meant I was white, in a way.  It meant that despite being every bit as culturally white as my white friends, I had this Latino baggage hanging over my head and seeped into my skin which did nothing but cause trouble.  It meant that no matter how white I was, I wasn't white enough.  I was always going to be ambiguously brown".

"I don't speak Spanish like a gringo – one of my dear friends has told me that I definitely don't exhibit the issues most white Americans seem to have with the language.  But I don't speak like anyone actually does.  My Spanish is the Spanish of a student of Spanish, not a native speaker, and my accent is mishmash of various accents which sometimes leaves my consonants indistinct and my emphasis slightly off."

"And I realized I stood in a multidimensional web of hierarchies where I was privileged in some ways and disadvantaged in others.

Feminism, socialism, anti-racism, fighting for queer rights – these things are inseparable for me.  They all tie together.  And it's being mixed which opened the door for me to see the Gordian knot of oppression rather than just the few strands which pertain to me directly."
joreth: (dance)
*sigh* Met a really cute NASA engineer who is also a very good swing dancer, and who has taken it upon himself to learn other styles of partner dance.  I knew it would be too much to hope for that he was poly, but he *does* come from an area where another dancer recently came out as poly, so it might not have been *that* big of a fantasy.

Except he's ULTRA Christian.

Reason #46 why I hate living in Florida - unlike other similarly-sized metropolitan areas, the partner dance scene is conservative and religious so I can never hope to find potential dating partners who also know how to dance.  At best, I might meet guys who are open to me teaching them some basic dance steps.  Which is fine, I enjoy teaching and I enjoy sharing my passion.

But what it usually means in practice is that we end up breaking up before they ever get proficient at dancing and I don't have anyone to challenge *me* to get better; I never get to play the student so I never progress above my current level, which is advanced-beginner or maybe beginning-intermediate.

I have only ever dated one person who is as good (technically, he was better) of a dancer as I am, and we only danced maybe 3 times while dating.

Dancing is such a strong passion of mine that I feel a distinct black hole in my life that I don't have a romantic partner to share it with. I *did* have a couple of partners who were actively working on learning how to dance while we were dating, but for logistical reasons like distance, I never actually got to dance with them and, as I said, I don't have the opportunity to challenge myself.

Of all the things that white men could have decided wasn't "masculine" enough, they had to choose dancing.  Y'know, that hobby that has strict gender roles where the man is in control and athletic and gets to hold women in his arms, and requires a good sense of rhythm and is guaranteed to attract the attention of just about every woman in the room?  Yeah, that's not "masculine" enough for white dudes, so for generations, we dumped dancing as a culture until most white men are convinced that they can't dance and never developed an interest in it.

Yay fragile white masculinity.

However, in some religious circles, partner dancing is still encouraged.  Mormons and that weird "progressive-conservative" southern Christian type still partner dance, so in this backwards superficially-progressive state if I want to dance, it's with people who have a strong religious faith.  Which is fine for dancing, but pretty much rules them out as a potential dating pool.

"Orlando is really just a small southern town with delusions of grandeur." ~Joreth Innkeeper
joreth: (::headdesk::)
I get really frustrated when I start a conversation with someone and we are mostly in agreement from the outset, but somehow I end up arguing by defending a more polarizing position mainly because the other person either didn't see or refused to acknowledge that we were mostly in agreement from the beginning.

Like, when I started out a book review with "polyamory isn't ALL about sex, but we are talking about sexual-romantic relationships so let's talk about the parts that *are* about sex" and the first two comments were from one person pissed off that I would dare suggest that sex has anything at all to do with poly relationships and another who is pissed off at the suggestion that romantic relationships have nothing to do with sex.

So I ended up simultaneously having to defend the idea that of course sex is an important part to most people's experience of romantic relationships AND of course sex isn't the single defining element that makes romantic relationships different from other kinds of relationships.   I didn't necessarily disagree with either point, but instead of talking about nuance, we got bogged down here.

Or the time I said that I was unequivocally opposed to the for-profit prison system, but that I thought prisoners *should* be given *some kind of* pathway for learning trades that they could use to become contributing members of society when their time is served or for earning income to pay for the debts that their crimes have created.

Somehow I ended up arguing with someone about the *current* prison system when I was never in favor of it to begin with, but because work opportunities for prisoners and the current legalized slavery are conflated, my opponent got bogged down in minutia instead of the actual issues when he completely overlooked my caveat that *it should be done ethically and with an eye towards reform, responsibility, and reparations* instead of punitively or for the personal gain of corporate owners.

Or the time I ended up arguing in circles with a friend of my mother's about why I don't have any medical insurance when I agreed that all the reasons *for* medical insurance were a good idea and all the suggestions for earning or saving money were a good idea *if one had access to them*, all because she ignored the part where I started my half of the conversation by saying that I was working for a union who was putting money away for me in some kind of emergency fund (which, btw, I can't access now that I'm not working for them anymore even though I put in that money from my own labor, but that's another rant and a point I didn't know at the time).

Look, I already agree with you, how the fuck did we end up yelling at each other on opposite sides of the debate?

#RhetoricalQuestion #RulesLawyersDoThisOften #SoDoPeopleWhoPedanticallyMissThePoint
joreth: (Default)
It has been 5 years since I discovered that there is a symbol for adoption. Apparently I am doomed* to be represented by hearts.

The triangle stands for the 3 relationships in an adoption - the biological parents, the adoptive parents, and the adopted child, which some organizations apparently refer to as a "triad". The heart weaving in and out of the triad stands for the love that ties the three relationships together.

Not all adoptive arrangements turn out to be good ones, so I imagine there will be some people (probably adoptees) who do not accept this symbol. In my case, I think these elements are particularly appropriate.



*(I grew up hating hearts because they were "girlie". So it was with great reluctance that I embraced the infinity-heart poly symbol, which I only did because, at the time, the alternative was a freaking *parrot*, which was even worse than the heart and harder to make into jewelry, and nobody came up with anything that the collective community liked better, although some of us have tried)
joreth: (anger)
Reminder:   Friendship is not the consolation prize, nor is it the stepping stone - the landing pad where you wait in the queue for your turn at a romantic relationship.

Friendship is the goal.

If you approach your relationships from the perspective that you will enjoy it in whatever form it takes *including platonic friendship* and that is your end-goal, then maybe, sometimes, occasionally, it might turn into a romantic relationship as a *consequence* of being a decent fucking person that they enjoy being around.

However, if you approach your relationships authentically instead of as tools to get you the one kind of relationship you think you want, then it won't even matter if it doesn't turn into a romantic relationship because you will have achieved the "right" relationship anyway.  So don't try to be friends with someone if you are interested in them romantically and think being friends is the way for them to learn enough about you that they'll eventually return your feelings. If you aren't interested in the friendship for the friendship's sake, just don't be friends.

Because, I'll tell you a little secret here, you aren't their friend if you do this.  If they never develop romantic feelings for you in spite of all your effort being their "friend", they're not the one stringing you along.  You're the one pulling the bait-and-switch by dangling a friendship in front of them under false pretenses.

If you're thinking "how can I get someone to like me / love me / have sex with me?" and you come up with any sort of answer that includes any variation of "be their friend", you're wrong.  Being their "friend" is not how you "get" someone to like you.  Being their friend is how you BE THEIR FRIEND.  What you "get" out of it is the pleasure of BEING a decent person who someone wants to be friends with.

Don't be friends with someone unless you honestly want their friendship and are fine with that being it, because you're *not* friends with them otherwise anyway.
joreth: (Default)
www.buzzfeed.com/connordunlap/build-an-80s-mixtape-and-well-tell-you-which-gu-x669

"You got: Nebula

You've got hard edges because you have a soft, easily breakable heart — just like Nebula. People are often wrong about you, but when they earn your loyalty they earn it for life."
I'm OK with this result in spite of the fact that the author of this quiz knows jack shit about '80s music. Half of this shit wasn't from the '80s and the other half wasn't in the category listed. One Hit Wonders? Like the one band that is in the Music Hall of Fame with 6 Grammys? Or the bands who had multiple hits?

Never mind the fact that the music in the movie series centers around the '70s.
joreth: (being wise)
I honestly don't understand why Johnny Carson got the reputation he ended up with.

There's a local TV station here that plays The Tonight Show reruns every night, after back-to-back double features of classic shows all day.  I often leave it playing in the background while I'm crafting because I like those old shows.

Then Johnny comes on.  He starts out the show with a standup comedy bit before he moves onto the interviews.  Almost every night, he bombs.  He has a few good jokes in there, but he also has a lot of dead air, where he goes "wow, OK" because nobody laughs and he realizes that he lost the room.

So, it's not that I don't get his humor a generation later.  It's that I'm watching him make jokes that his own audience isn't laughing at.  He's also a terrible interviewer.  OK, he gets a lot of famous people on his show, and he also gets some really quirky non-famous people on his show.  But the interviews *aren't actually any good*.  They're filled with dead air, dead-ended questions, and lackluster performances.

Occasionally he gets a guest who gives a good interview in spite of Carson's lack of interviewing skill, because that guest is just that charismatic, but then that guest totally dominates the interview, steam-rolling over Carson and stealing the stage.

As far as I can tell, the only parts of his show that his audience seems to enjoy are the comedy skits that he throws in, and those are also hit-or-miss with his audience.  Sometimes he gets non-stop laughter, sometimes he gets no reaction.  But he gets bigger laughs with these bits than with any other part of the show (except for when his band leader takes a pot-shot at him).

And yet, he went down in history as the King of Late Night and all other late night shows have laboured to live up to Carson.

Frankly, I think pretty much every show afterwards was better.  And not by my personal tastes, I'm going by the audience's laughter and the control of the interview.

Unless this TV station just happens to have chosen a collection of episodes with a high percentage of bad episodes and I just happen to tune in on those nights with all the bad episodes and I miss all the good ones. But somehow I think that's a really low probability coincidence.
joreth: (polyamory)
"You were with your partner and all of his other girlfriends? Did you feel ... I dunno, alone without anyone there for YOU?"

I wasn't there alone without anyone there for me.   I had plenty of people there "for me".  My partners' other partners are not on "his side".  We don't face off like some weird poly West Side Story.  My metamours are MY metamours, not just his partners.  My metamours are my family.  Even the ones I'm less close to.  We've built our own intimacy together, our own relationships, our own bonds.  Between the strength of our ties and the length of time we have been together, "his side" is also "my side".

Because we're in this together.

After all my past breakups, I typically have 2 outcomes (with few exceptions I'll get to in a minute) when it comes to metamours: 1) I was socially friendly with my metamours while we were together but not really intimate, so when we broke up, my metamours and I remained socially friendly because the poly community is small and we continued to cross social paths.  Some have faded out over the years, but no real drama.

Or 2) my ties to my metamours got even stronger and, in many cases, both of us lost all contact with the guy who brought us together but became even closer post-breakup, turning them into metafores.  The term "metafore" is a portmanteau of "metamour" and "before". It means a former metamour whose emotional bonds are still close after the breakup so that they still feel like a "metamour" even though they are technically no longer.

Not all former metamours become metafores - only those who still feel like "family" so that you still want to call them by a familial name.  Metamours who don't remain that close but who are still friendly and metamours who lose ties completely don't have a special title - friends or "former metamour" is usually used.

One exception to these two outcomes was when my relationship to an abuser ended and I had to cut off contact with his entire side of the network in order to prevent them from passing along information to the abuser that would help him keep tabs on his victim (a former metamour of mine) with whom I was still in contact.

But even then, even knowing that they were enabling an abuser, the loss of that family was devastating.  The loss of my entire support group was even worse for me than the breakup with the boyfriend itself.  Other exceptions were when the relationship between the mutual partner and his ex was so toxic that she and I either also split apart because of the breakup or we were never close to begin with.    

Although, interestingly, one metafore relationship  really only developed long after I had broken up with our mutual partner AND as *they* were going through their own breakup a couple years later.  He had begun dating her too close to the end of our relationship for us to have the opportunity to get to know each other while we were both still metamours, but we became friendly after my breakup with him, and then when they broke up, she and I bonded and became close.  So really, our mutual relationship with him was practically incidental to becoming friends with each other.

I do not develop the same level of close intimacy with all of my metamours.   I and some of my partners over the years have been ... let's say popular.  I have not been able to keep up with everyone that my partners have dated, especially when you add in the short-term relationships that never really took off.  And even with some of the longer-term relationships, we didn't always have a lot of depth to our friendly and genuinely caring feelings.

But when I think of all the times I have spent in the company of the amazing people that my partners have liked and loved over the years, it's never felt like two "sides" squaring up.  I've felt that way when I was monogamous and I met a partner's family-of-origin for the first time, but not when I was poly, and I've occasionally felt that way when meeting a partner's *friends* when the social group is not also made of polys.

But hanging out with his other partners?  Not that I can ever recall.   I've never felt out of place, isolated, alone, overwhelmed, or ganged up on.  In the kind of poly that we do, I've always felt like we were all our own individual bodies, weaving in and out of each other's lives, and their presence adds to my own tapestry of life.

And honestly?  My luck and skill with choosing partners has been way less successful than my luck and skill at forging healthy, supportive metamour relationships.  It's kind of ironic, given my former Chill Girl "I just don't get along with women" status.  I mean, I have some good relationships with exes and some not so good, but the majority of my ex-metamour relationships are, at worst, fade-outs and not blow-outs while many transitioned to metafores.

So no, when we all get together, it's never "don't you feel alone without anyone there for you?"  It's more like feeling that we are all there for each other and all there as individuals, not on anyone's "side".

It's more like coming home.

#MetamoursAreTheTrueTestOfPoly #AmorphousSquiggle #InternationalPolyJusticeLeague #IPJL #MetamoursMakeTheFamily #gratitude

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