So hot right now.
Our sport of kings/queens is, as you know, ripe-to-bursting with metaphorical juice. The control, patience, skill it requires. The forever long learning curve. The elements beyond human control that must be navigated. Waves, man. Waves. Surfing has been used to paint richly poetic pictures in business, medicine, relationships, science, internet technology, etc. but this morning I stumbled upon its most fabulous employment yet.
To describe gender fluidity.
For the dull and dense, gender fluidity, as defined by Harvard Health, “refers to change over time in a person’s gender expression or gender identity, or both. That change might be in expression, but not identity, or in identity, but not expression. Or both expression and identity might change together.”
Very hot right now and recently written about by Jewelle Gomez, a lesbian/feminist, activist, novelist, poet and playwright in the San Francisco Bay Times using our surfing as expressive vehicle.
Since I was a kid, I’ve always loved people and screen characters whose gender was somehow undetermined. The popular terms now are “gender fluid” or “non-binary.” Finally, we have words for thinking about the exciting tension that is aroused (and I use that word deliberately) when male and female genders seem to overlap and refuse determination. Like surfing, we balance ourselves in the curl as we perceive that wavy space between the binaries.
That wavy space between the binaries.
Gorgeous.
The piece continues, examining various television/movie characters who exhibit gender fluidity and the tension that society can feel when “things are not presented in a box” before ending thusly:
Many people feel uncomfortable “not knowing” when all the expectations are subverted. My feeling drawn to that “not knowing” doesn’t mean I would rid the world of other gender presentations. I just think it’s valuable to allow yourself to feel what it takes to stand on uncertain ground and make evaluations based on only what you learn from a person in the moment and not based on societal preconceptions. It’s a kind of balance, again like surfing, but without fear of drowning.
And there you are.
Something to think about today while you are out grom abusing.
Its Pat! The face of surfing for 2023. All in on All inclusive, eeeeeehhhhhhhhh?
omg! Mikey Wright just won the British Open! That family’ s talent know no limits
#1 is plankton on shark week…most endangered species lists: also malt balls/
I love you Dane…you’re an enigma wrapped in a riddle tucked inside a mystery. Now please tell me what the / at the end of your jigsaw puzzle sentences mean…
some prose written down decades ago when I was ‘fed-up’ with shark week and the top ten countdown of the most dangerous…was a big fan of Mad Mag satire. I predicted a shortage of malt balls, not baby formula…and plankton is a no brainer…
There is a serious side to the satire, if we can all get caught up in…”There are parts of the ocean which are dead no oxygen in the water which means nothing can survive, no fish no plankton nothing at all. They are
spreading exponentially. Whilst they are tiny now and have been. At the rate of growth. They’ll cause serious problems before the end of the century.” (demilked)
https://static.demilked.com…
Then display a shot of a thriving coral reef…or ocean water, or…
2001 Prologue of Environment Over Easy (Like UnScrambled Eggs). A manuscript brought about by the suicide of a close friend, who didn’t leave a note…So if that ever happened to me, I left a 182 page dialogue, that some peeps might figure out…
https://scontent-sjc3-1.xx….
As someone who has battled suicidal thoughts every day for 3 years now since my wife left and took my 3 kids away, I can relate…
create something and write me back!
Man Dane I’m so fucking tired. It’s such a monumental struggle just stay alive one day after the next. And believe me, I’ve got so many pills stockpiled…enough to kill me 100 times over. I’m fucking hurting so so deeply. Have been for so long and I just don’t have the energy to hang on for much longer. Strangely enough though, since you’ve become a part of the BG fam, your posts are weirdly comforting to me in a perplexing , head scratching sort of way. I look forward to failing in my attempts to untangle the hieroglyphic riddle your prose presents…and I mean that in the most respectful way. Now you need to get back in the water you geezer!
DON’T YOU DARE! DON’T YOU FAIL! BROTHER GEEZER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER!
I am also a lesbian feminist but I’m trapped in a man’s body. And even I don’t know what she’s going on about
The below immortal words from a legendary philosopher will help you to better understand what Jewelle is saying:
“You ain’t seen nothing Till you’re down on a muffin then you’re sure to be a-changin’ your ways”
Separately, I’ve asked my wife to help me evolve into the lesbian Zen Jewelle wants us all to experience so after a few margs, minus the mix, I will explore, with her help, a Zenlike full on lesbian surfer experience.
I’d be more interested in her prescription, mood altering, chemical cocktail.
That’s where the real story is.
Speaking of shroom infused chocolates…might be a good night to step away from what the capital markets continue to deliver and have an evening my mentor Hunter S Thompson would respect!
https://www.youtube.com/wat…
Arguably one of the most meaningful real life meets art scenes I’ve ever seen or read. Having read the book decades ago we chose HST as our spiritual leader and mentor in the 80s for a few adventures including a 4 day shroom adventure in Utah, combining skiing at Alta, hiking in the Moab desert and an unscheduled night of shroom infused country dancing with cowgirls in a bar on the edge of Moab. Perfect training for the Wall Street career I would embark on shortly there after…I do miss HST and the night Johnny and crew shot his ashes out of a canon remains fresh in my mind!
I know chas is trying to drum up another tranny flame war but all i saw was word salad and i don’t know what to get angry about.
BLOOD FUED!!!
Appropriation of surfing by non-surfing celebrity.
Jewelle really blew her effort by not infusing Sasha or Lia into her prose that was obviously stolen from more seasoned Zen writers! Now as for whether Sasha or Lia have completed their transformation with the ultimate butchering…oh, never mind
Preach!
“things are not presented in a BOX“
“Like surfing, we balance ourselves in the curl as we perceive that wavy space between the binaries.”
These quotes are ripe for inappropriate comments but I don’t want to offend Negs.
Lots of concepts and words I just couldn’t be bothered this morning as I lay in bed hence me skimming straight to the comments.
FOne Racing/
Sounds interesting, maybe the WSL pros could toy with it “I felt very female on that wave, please score me thusly”.
I literally have no idea what she is on about.
good morning sir, do you have a minute to listen to the word of Jesus?
She’s a Mormon.
https://youtu.be/-uv_WGEHr4I
Not that there’s anything wrong with that
WHOA, lets eat sushi and not pay!
Good ole days when you were born w stem and seeds, you were a boy and that was that. Entropy epitomized, this shit
So, the next time I call a Grom, “You little homo.” It’s actually a compliment ?.?!!?.!
I never knew. No wonder they laugh at me.
Miss/Mr. Wet Tee-Shirt Challenge at Blacks: Tree-planting, Wholeistic Food Courts, Beach clean-up…
Surf-riding equipment is strictly prohibited.
From boyz to men…ultimately, the women are making it much tougher to climb back into the womb. I’d like to think that I’m a boob-man. And that’s not an excuse. Call me a homophobe, but a man boob is not the same as a woman-boob?
Technically they are “moobs.”
i am a scientist, dammit! and i shoot the moobs…lookin for wombs…
https://scontent-sjc3-1.xx….
A Day at the Beach in Times Past Was No Day at the Beach
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We’ve come a long way ladies ’cause the bathing suits were even less comfortable than thongs.
Bathing outfits for women reached their zenith of discomfort in the 19th century. Women’s bathing suits were complicated affairs. According to Victoriana magazine, you’d wear a long wool dress as well as a pair of pants (or, as they were called then, Bloomers). That’s not to mention your other swimming accoutrements: black stockings, caps, collars, puffed sleeves, ribbons, bows, and lace-up slippers. Some bathing suits used nine yards of fabric and had weights attached to the hem to keep the dress from rising when the woman entered the ocean. In other words, don’t expect a Victorian-themed Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue anytime soon. (Mental Floss)