One young woman, who got in a heated argument with a men’s rights activist at a protest in Canada, was subsequently dubbed as “little red frothing fornication mouth” by AVFM and had all of her private contact information published by MRAs. She received hundreds of elaborate threats of violence. One anonymous commenter invited her to “enjoy being anally defiled.” Another gloated: “I would actually cum cutting that bitch’s throat.” Another outspoken feminist told me personally that she had to get the FBI and the state police involved when AVFM targeted her. Authorities found the threats she received so credible that they advised her to leave home for two weeks, taking her husband and young child with her. Increasingly, men’s rights activists target women offline as well. Last month, members of the organization Men’s Rights Edmonton hung large “wanted”-style posters of a professor all over the University of Alberta campus, calling her a bigot. Her crime? She was involved in the university’s anti-rape campaign.
I’ve got a tiny taste of this last month. When word spread that I was going to be featured on 20/20, A Voice For Men published a hit piece, calling me a bad feminist (for criticizing Naomi Wolf), accusing me of demonizing male sexuality, and simultaneously suggesting that my bisexuality means I haven’t slept with enough men to have valid opinions about them, that I’m too fat and ugly to get a man to sleep with me, and that I’m a miserable slut who needs to manipulate other women into validating me. The comments thread features someone with the pseudonym Theseus saying “I would love to see a you tube [sic] vid with a heckler in the audience shouting out ‘Hey uh Jackie, I think a dude raping you is the least of your fucking problems’!!” Another commenter promised to do just that. As a survivor of sexual assault, threats like this shake me almost physically. While they never silence me, they always unsettle and exhaust me.
I categorized this article under the heading: health. Why, because I think lying especially institutionalized lying is injurious. For the individual and the group, lies fester and rot creating illness, dysfunction and death to the body and the soul.
What is so disheartening is the fact that lying is not necessary. There is no shame in truth.
The Churches stance on homosexuality (and sex) promotes and exacerbates the rot.
Tales of gays in the Vatican have been told for more than a thousand years. Pope John XII, who reigned from 955 to 964, was accused of having sex with men and boys and turning the papal palace “into a whorehouse.” While trying to persuade a cobbler’s apprentice to have sex with him, Pope Boniface VIII, who reigned from 1294 to 1303, was said to have assured the boy that two men having sex was “no more a sin than rubbing your hands together.” After Paul II, who reigned from 1464 to 1471, died of a heart attack—while in flagrante delicto with a page, according to one rumor—he was succeeded by Sixtus IV, who kept a nephew as his lover (and made the nephew a cardinal at age 17). Some such stories are better substantiated than others. Even while their reliability is questionable, they demonstrate that playing the gay card (even if you yourself are gay) is an ancient Curial tactic. “There are closeted gay priests who are vipers,” observes the theologian Mark D. Jordan, the author of The Silence of Sodom: Homosexuality in Modern Catholicism. “They are really poisonous people, and they work out their own inner demonology by getting into positions in power and exercising it” against other gay men, women, and anyone whom they perceive to be a threat. “Alongside that are suffering priests who seem sincere all the way down, who are trying to be faithful to God, and also to take care of people and change the institution. They are the ones who are always forgotten, and read out of the story from both sides.”
Self-centeredness can breed a sense of entitlement. “A certain part of the clergy feels that no one will care what they do if they are discreet,” says Marco Politi, a prominent Italian journalist and longtime Vatican correspondent, and the author of several books about the papacy and the Church. In 2000, Politi published a book-length interview with an anonymous gay priest, entitled La Confessione, republished in 2006 as Io, Prete Gay (I, Gay Priest). “Rumors are O.K., but not scandal,” Politi observes.
“This is almost an aspect of the Catholic religion itself,” Colm Tóibín has written in an essay on gays and Catholicism, “this business of knowing and not knowing something all at the same time, keeping an illusion separate from the truth.”
For a long time, gay priests have made for convenient scapegoats and handy pawns in Church power games. All of them, whether actively or passively, have helped create these roles for themselves, and they can hardly imagine a different reality—unless they were to emerge from the closet and get thrown out of the priesthood. One monk told me, “A lot of us will not condemn. But not speak out. We’re in a system that controls us. The longer you’re in it, the more it controls, the more you assume the clerical position.” They keep hope small, or snuff it entirely. They believe that nothing and no one could make the Church safe for them. Might this change? “Not in my lifetime,” they all say.
This last bolded sentence makes me especially sad. If a person isn’t safe in The Church, why does the The Church exist?
I became a cynic of The Church while a 6th grade student in Catholic School. My cynicism, at times, as turned to hatred, indignation, sadness aimed at all religion and ideologies. I’ve never turned to athiesm. Somewhere, deep down, I’d like to believe The Church is what I was taught it was as a child. A place where a compassionate Jesus gently tends his flock. A place where everyone is at home. A place of refuge.
I’ve learned to content myself with a Higher Power and the knowledge that most human beings, though flawed, are not inherently evil.
Recently, on a humanitarian mission, I had the pleasure of running into several old and new GBV friends. Some of us got to talking at dinner one night about the way that people who don’t work in the GBV field sometimes talk about our work. One of my biggest pet peeves is when I hear “GBV is so sexy right now”.
Some people say this dismissively and often with a sneer, which implies that, it’s a made-up problem. It’s true that you hear a lot more about GBV nowadays and that the GBV field’s hard work and advocacy has paid off finally and now aid programs are being required to try to work GBV into their projects. I also know that the people that say this are not all cynical and opposed to our work. I think that what some of the good-hearted people might be trying to say is that talking about Gender-based Violence is “trendy” or on the forefront of donors minds and suddenly seems ‘fashionable”. It’s the hottest things - like “micro-credit” programming was in the late 90s.
But it’s deeply painful and upsetting to hear otherwise smart people associate the word “sexy” with “Gender-Based Violence”. Perhaps because we use an acronym to discuss what we do conceals what it actually means to do Gender-Based Violence programming. We use so much jargon in our business- GBV this, VAW, M&E, SOPs, the acronym soup goes on and on and it is sometimes easy to forget what we are actually talking about. The topic itself doesn’t lend itself to easy discussions - so we invent a language to refer to it without having to say what it really is.
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Today’s Infectious punk pop ditty is performed by Radkey from St Joseph, MO. The song video comes after their UK tour.
Radkey - Start Freaking Out
2013 Little Man Records
Video shot and edited by William Rees - email@example.com
Additional camera work - Chris Warsop
Cliff Illig stood toward the back of the press room Saturday night with a Bud Light in hand, sporting a grin and a brand-new scarf draped around his shoulders, denoting that the team he owns, Sporting Kansas City, owns Major League Soccer’s biggest prize.
The grin on Illig’s face was probably wide enough for Sporting Kansas City coach Peter Vermes to notice, who began his postgame comments to the media with a tribute to the wealthy men who saved MLS’s moribund franchise.
“It’s incredible when you have owners that have a complete connection to your team and are involved,” Vermes told a packed room of media from across the United States and beyond.
The turnaround of the Sporting Kansas City franchise is well-documented, from the day that former owner Lamar Hunt sold the team to a group of Cerner executives that included Illig and got sent out of Arrowhead Stadium, to the day that the team briefly faced the prospect of playing home games at a Cass County high school, to Saturday night when it won the Major League Soccer Cup.
House and Senate negotiators were putting the finishing touches Sunday on what would be the first successful budget accord since 2011, when the battle over a soaring national debt first paralyzed Washington.
The deal expected to be sealed this week on Capitol Hill would not significantly reduce the debt, now $17.3 trillion and rising. It would not close corporate tax loopholes or reform expensive health-care and retirement programs. It would not even fully replace sharp spending cuts known as the sequester, the negotiators’ primary target.
After more than two years of constant crisis, the emerging agreement amounts to little more than a cease-fire. Republicans and Democrats are abandoning their debt-reduction goals, laying down arms and, for the moment, trying to avoid another economy-damaging standoff.
Something that hasn’t improved the past two decades.
In 1993 - the year Avana died - the black infant death rate was about three times that of whites. Even today, it’s triple the rate for whites, though both rates have gone down.
“It’s still high and among the highest. It’s still happening, and it’s very frustrating,” said Jerissa Roundtree’s mother, 79-year-old Eddis Roundtree, who helped start the Black Nurses Association, which has worked to combat high infant death rates.
“When you think that it’s going down and you’re making headway, you find it goes back up again. We’ve seen change in cancer, diabetes, a lot of things we’ve focused on, but not infant mortality in our community.”
In that case, the teen who admitted having nonconsensual sex with Coleman’s 13-year-old friend from Albany, Mo., one January night last year was taken into the state juvenile justice system, which cloaks its wards in anonymity.
Now, nearly two years later, the Albany victim’s mother has learned that her daughter’s assailant, then 15, returned home for treatment after spending two weeks in the custody of Missouri’s Division of Youth Services.
The mother, who became aware of the details of the youth’s disposition after filing a written request with the DYS last month, said she was frustrated by the news.
he gay-friendly rainbow theme for the Christmas lights on Rome’s Via del Corso has sparked a political debate since the street was illuminated on 6 December.
The multi-coloured lights are intended as a message against homophobia, according to city councillor Imma Battaglia of the left-wing Sinistra Ecologia Libertà (SEL) party. With the support of mayor Ignazio Marino, gay rights campaigner Battaglia said the decision to install rainbow lights on Rome’s premier shopping street follows a number of recent suicides of young gay men in the capital.
The initiative also follows high-profile incidents of homophobic graffiti outside high schools in Prati and Garbatella earlier in the year.
However the lights, which stretch for 1.5km from Piazza Venezia to Piazza del Popolo, have attracted the ire of some of the city’s opposition politicians, particularly the far-right party Fratelli d’Italia whose member Fabrizio Ghera described the idea as “provocative and ideological.”
Focusing primarily on three figures responsible for the murder of thousands of alleged ‘communists’ after the Indonesian government was overthrown by a military dictatorship in 1965, The Act of Killing has recently been listed among the 15 documentaries in the running for the 2014 edition of the Oscars.
I’m surprised that Oppenheimer does in fact appear to be taken aback by the news that The Act of Killing has been shortlisted for the Oscar. Even that very same piece of news often came accompanied with a still from Oppenheimer’s film: hinting that it certainly appears to be in the lead among its documentary peers…
“The thing is, when you set out to create a work that’s so unsettling and dark, you have to have a pretty bleak view of humanity to begin with,” he tells me over Skype.
“But on the other hand, you could never sustain the energy for such a work unless you’re also hopeful. My hope is that by looking at some of the most painful aspects of ourselves, we would somehow then be able to confront our biggest problems. So there’s a kind of optimism that underpins the whole effort…”
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