Monday, February 2, 2009

25


1. I'm not nearly as extroverted as I come across. For all that I'm comfortable sharing, I'm a private person.
2. I spent years doing theatre and I briefly studied opera. (I'm a basso profundo.)
3. Graduating valedictorian in 8th grade, I held the record for most suspensions.
4. I lived in abject terror as a child, until I got smart and accustomed myself to the immutable situation, giving my adrenal glands a rest in the process. The State removed me from my home years too late, just to return me. My childhood domestic abuse required years of speech therapy, though my chipped tooth and wrist scar are, ironically, both from accidents. (After ten years of estrangement, I finally added Mother to my speed-dial.)
5. I compartmentalize everything: My heart and my mind belong to two discrete political parties. Not surprisingly, what I find aesthetically pleasing in another person rarely translates to sexual attraction; conversely, what I find physically attractive doesn't usually appeal to my visual taste. (However, given enough time and thought, I can turn anyone into the object of my desire.) Only once have I been sexually abused by someone I found attractive. I own several albums from vocalists I can't stand who pen phenomenal lyrics and write beautiful instrumental parts.
6. I feel closest to G-D and the rest of humanity when dancing, and I've been paid to do so in various states of undress. I've been known to cry when dancing or experiencing any artistic medium. (Though I was a raver, I never did Ecstasy.)
7. I prefer houses to condominiums.
8. I was raised in a conservative Southern Baptist household, but went to a predominantly Jewish high school. (Coincidentally, I have a thing for Jews with Southern accents.)
9. The first crush that I can remember was on Dark Heart, from the second Care Bears movie. (I've always been enamored with repentant sociopaths.)
10. I used to write lyrics for industrial, hip-hop, and folk songs. (But, my favorite music to listen to is lyric free and in a minor key, even though I have a word fetish.)
11. I spent the week leading up to my 18th birthday institutionalized for my sexuality. (I whiled the week away counseling my fellow inmates.)
12. My life's ambition is to run my own social services non-profit organization, to eventually be the US Secretary of Education, and to be a parent. (Paradoxically, I really wish I were a monk.)
13. I think of myself as Orlando Ndegéocello Lark, but introduce myself as Lark.
14. I received both my GED and Ivy League recruitment letters in the same mailbox. This makes me self-conscious in some conflicting ways. Regardless, I love being the most ignorant person in the room as it gives me an opportunity to learn more.
15. I'm a hopeful romantic: I still have my favorite valentine, a layered 2-dimensional handmade representation of a four-chambered heart; I've also had my wedding planned for almost a decade. (My funeral, too.)
16. I enjoy writing poetry and came out onstage while performing at my high school poetry slam when I was 16.
17. I'm vegetarian. (I refuse to assassinate mosquitoes, but I have a penchant for leather.) My favorite beverages are cow's milk and water (separately).
18. I've a keen interest in various esoteric branches of Judæo-Christianity, particularly Gnosticism. I learned how to read from the Protestant Christian Bible at age 2. The first novel I read was Stephen King's "It" in kindergarten. (There is a connection, I assure you.)
19. I've beaten people for money (at their request). I've also been set aflame (with my consent). I have other fetishes that I shall not list here. I am a private person, after all.
20. I spent a lot of time in the bathroom as a child. (It was the only door with a lock.) I spent most of my childhood alone, when possible.
21. It would take immortality to sate my lust for literature, music, and film. (I read every volume of the World Book Encyclopedias as a child, own over 700 physical CDs, and almost a hundred DVDs.) I read the world and national news every morning. (Important local news trickles down.) I haven't had a television for eleven years, but the amount of time I spend in front of a computer screen precludes any self-righteousness. I own complete series that I've never seen on a television. HBO on DVD, anyone?
22. My twin was flushed down the toilet before I was born.
23. Sometimes, I have relapsing control issues with my weight.
24. I'm making a third of what I used to—if that—and I've never been happier!
25. I have no concept of time. None. At all. Whatsoever. My memory is a spilled box of jumbled Polaroids, with little continuity. Despite this, I can relive all my memories with astonishing emotional detail.

Monday, December 15, 2008

"Desire won't die…"



I've been mulling over the concept of desire's construction for years now. When I look back on my own notions of beauty through the years, I'm struck most by how much more pleases my palate now, and how many more colors I have on my palette to paint a picture of what I desire. In short, with increased experiences, the space required to house my tastes has become quite palatial! (I couldn't resist a bit of wordplay.)

The question of "Where is the line between taste and unjust discrimination?" comes up often when discussing the intersections of sexual attraction, gender, age, and race (amongst other things). To better address what we all seek to gain from the answer—chiefly, to be (reciprocally) desired—I think another way to frame the question is: "How do we personally stand to benefit from examining how we construct desire?" If we each take the time to thoroughly investigate what concepts we're attracted to on a fundamental building-block level, we can then perform an appraisal of another individual based on their embodiment of those concepts we find attractive.

Perhaps an analogy would help to clarify my point (and I do have one): the politics of sexual desire are akin to the politics of affirmative action. The latter seeks a localized remedy to the systemic symptoms of a society plagued by prejudice, rather than confronting the cause of the illness. Masking symptoms might make us feel better, but we're still sick and "Band-Aid" solutions aren't enough to staunch the bleeding. Just as it would be a mistake to police racism solely through legislature without some social discourse on what forces drive race relations, it doesn't help to focus on sexual discrimination without (and, I daresay before, as well) discussing why we like who we like.

Consider an employer that elects to only hire applicants from a particular group. Before having a charge of "groupism" leveled against them or considering themselves "groupist", it would help for them to identify what qualities they're looking for in an employee. By adjusting their focus to zoom in on the parts that create the composite whole they desire, they'll have the chance to pinpoint those qualities outside the group they were previously limiting themselves to, thereby increasing the pool of desirable applicants and allowing them to skim more cream from a substantially larger crop.

Paring my attraction to ("biological") men down to its base components offered me the opportunity to seek out those elements I find desirable in as many people as possible. I discovered that my attraction was not to men, per se, but to the nebulous construct that is masculinity. This led me to pursue the root of my desire in folks that, theretofore, I had written off for not belonging to the group stereotypically possessing the quality I found so appealing, such as transdudes and even women.

Going beyond the bounds of what society had set for me to be attracted to as a gay man, boundaries that I myself had unthinkingly adopted, was liberating in many senses. It freed me from the bland limitations of only consuming what I'd been served by the media, and eventually freed me from a binary gender identity as well. Somewhere in the process, it also opened up my eyes to experiencing qualities I admired in people with a gaze looking from outside the arbitrary checkboxes of "masculine" and "feminine".

For all the benefits that I have gained through action inspired by introspection, the (ongoing) process is not without challenges. However, I can joyfully say that, for me, eating the fruits of my labors outweighs the toil of tilling the field. In short, if more of us ask ourselves the question "How do I construct desire?", we're likely to find that we find a lot more attractive. Casting a wider net benefits everyone. How wide the net might be is, of course, a personal choice, and through the casting the fisher might be surprised at what eventually ends up on their plate, pleasing their palate.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

"Neither a woman, nor a man"


I've changed the No Boundaries URL from http://karlwithakay.blogspot.com to http://larkwithakay.blogspot.com to reflect my recent liberation from gender and name change from Karl to Lark. (Please update your bookmarks, RSS feeds, and contact info.)

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-Lark Withakay

Coming
Jimmy Somerville
Orlando OST

I am coming! I am coming!
I am coming through!
Coming across the divide to you

In this moment of unity
feeling an ecstasy
to be here, to be now
At last I am free

Yes at last, at last
to be free of the past
and of a future that beckons me

I am coming! I am coming!
Here I am!
Neither a woman, nor a man

We are joined, we are one
With the human face
We are joined, we are one
With the human face

I am on earth
And I am in outer space
I'm being born and I am dying

I am on earth
And I am in outer space
I'm being born and I am dying

I am coming! I am coming!
I am coming through!
Coming across the divide to you

In this moment of unity
feeling an ecstasy
to be here, to be now
At last I am free!

Yes at last, at last
to be free of the past
and of a future that beckons me

Yes at last, at last
to be free of the past
and of a future that beckons me

I am coming! I am coming!
Here I am!
Neither a woman, nor a man

Oh we are joined, we are one
with the human face
Oh we are joined, we are one
with the human face

At last I am free!
At last I am free!

I am on earth
And I am in outer space
I'm being born and I am dying

I am on earth
And I am in outer space
I'm being born, I am dying

At last I am free!
At last I am free!!!

Yes at last, at last, at last I'm free!
Yes at last, at last, at last I'm free!