søndag den 9. juni 2013

Om Ord og Køn

Following this brief introduction is a Danish essay I wrote for school earlier this year. I'm posting it despite the stated purpose of this blog being to explore essay writing outside school, since the essay is 1) one of those that get a little personal and brush against the limit of professionalism in teacher-student interaction and  2) one I actually like and is relevant to an issue I find important. Since it deals with language and some specific Danish words, I've decided not to translate it into English - for now at least. I hope you enjoy it.

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“Er du en dreng eller en pige?” var dét spørgsmål, der dominerede min barndom. Jeg kunne aldrig svare. I mit hoved var svaret et åbenlyst “nej”, men det var ikke en svarmulighed. I løbet af årene blev jeg bedre til at håndtere spørgsmålet, men ikke fordi jeg er begyndt at hælde mere til den ene side end den anden. Dét med, at spørgsmålet skal formuleres som et ultimatum med kun to valgmuligheder, er ikke min idé. Men mennesker kan godt lide at putte ting i kasser, og lige for tiden er vores samfund indrettet således at der kun er to kasser i dette tilfælde: Mand og Kvinde. Og de fleste bryder sig ikke om at sætte ting uden for kategori: De, der var for høflige eller for generte til at stille spørgsmålet, valgte hurtigt at sige enten ‘han’ eller ‘hun’ om mig alligevel. På et tidspunkt begyndte jeg at spørge mig selv: Hvordan og hvorfor vælger folk mellem de to muligheder? Og er det egentlig ikke lidt problematisk at de absolut skal?

Det er ikke tilfældigt hvad man synes skal være henholdsvis maskulint eller feminint, hvad end det handler om personer, objekter - eller ord. Ifølge Dansk Sprognævns artikel ”Kvinder og mænd – i sproget” er der blevet bedre balance mellem ’mande-’ og ’kvindeord’. De skriver: ”Retskrivningsordbogen indeholder 16 ord der ender på kvinde og 200 på mand. […] I Sprognævnets nyere ordsamling som er indsamlet siden 2001, er der registreret 322 kvindeord og 377 mandeord[.]” Det lyder jo positivt nok. Dog kun indtil man ser på, præcist hvad de ord betegner. For de trehundrede nye kvindeord er ikke bare feminine ækvivalenter af teknisk set kønsneutrale stillingsbetegnelser som brandmand og fagmand. Næh, de kvindeord der eksisterer i danskernes ordforråd er af en ganske anden karakter. Sprognævnet nævner dem selv: Øjeguf. Seniorsild. Speltkusse. Og de lidt mere traditionelle, som kælling, luder, diva og rappenskralde. Ordene er enten seksuelt ladede eller direkte skældsord. Slår man op i Politikkens Synonymordbog under ’kvinde’, får man ord som ’det svage køn’, ’dulle’ og ’fisselette’. Slår man op under mand, får man ’herre’, ’karl’ og ’handyr’. Ordene ’mandfolk’ og ’kvindfolk’ er næsten identiske, men hvor det første er billedet på en stærk og modig helt, er det andet en lidt irriterende gruppe hvinende sladretasker. Det virker som om at femininitet opfattes som noget negativt og svagt, mens maskulinitet er ønskeligt og stærkt. Hvis en pige er sportslig og selvhævdende, bliver hun kaldt en drengepige eller det engelske tomboy, der slet ikke har en kvindelig kønsbetegnelse i sig – og smiler ofte stolt når hun får det at vide. Samtidig virker det ofte som om at det værste, man kan sige til en mand, er at han er kvindagtig. Måske ville dette ikke være helt så slemt hvis femininitet, sammen med maskulinitet, blev opfattet som et positivt karaktertræk, i hvert fald for pigerne. Men det er ikke tilfældet. Tænk på ordet ’tøsedreng’. Da jeg var barn, brugte vi også en hunkønsversion af det ord, men det var ikke ’tøsepige’, som man kunne forvente. Det var ’tøsetøs’. For en pige var allerede en tøs per default. Og det eneste der kunne være mere svagt end at være en pige, var at være det to gange.

Så var det dét, folk bedømte mit køn ud fra? Blev jeg kaldt en pige når jeg opførte mig svagt, og en dreng når jeg ikke gjorde? Ikke ligefrem. Det ville alligevel være at generalisere for meget. Tilfældet var snarere, at folk antog jeg var en pige når jeg var sammen med piger, og en dreng når jeg hang ud med drenge. Igen viser menneskets hang til opdeling sig; selv i gymnasiet foregår alle quizzer ved at klassen deles op i drengene-mod-pigerne. Hvorfor ikke? Tja. Dette citat fra en amerikansk blog beskriver det bedre end jeg kunne: ”A teacher greeting her class with, ”Hello boys and girls” seems innocent enough, but how would you react if she had said, ”Hello white children and black children” instead?” Faste vendinger som ’drenge og piger’, ’damer og herrer’ bruger folk uden at tænke over dem, men vi risikerer at gøre verden til et smertefuldt sted for ikke blot folk som mig, der ikke føler de passer ind i hverken den ene eller anden kategori, men også de rigtige drenge og piger. De to køn bliver nærmest sat op i et antagonistisk forhold, hvor de bliver den afgørende forskel mellem mennesker. Vi er alle personer, men det kommer til at virke underordnet – det vigtigste er om man er en han eller en hun. På den måde ender vi med ord som ’forkvinde’ og den tidligere nævnte ’forretningskvinde’, der skaber afstand mellem kønnene på områder hvor det slet ikke virker relevant. Har éns køn virkelig betydning for hvorvidt man kan lede en bestyrelse eller en forretning? Er det virkelig nødvendigt at gøre omgivelserne opmærksom på det gennem sin stillingsbetegnelse alene? Og når man kobler dette med den negativitet der i forvejen gennemsyrer vores samfunds opfattelse af femininitet, bliver det en giftig blanding. Kvinder risikerer at fremstille sig selv som noget negativt blot ved de ord de bruger om sig selv. Det lyder måske ekstremt, men det er nemmere at komme til end man skulle tro. Lad os se på ordet ’tøs’ fra tidligere. I ordene ’tøsedreng’ og ’tøsetøs’ antyder det noget kujonagtigt og svagt. Alligevel anses det for normalt og kærligt for kvinder at kalde sig selv og deres veninder for ”tøser”.

Så hvorfor glemmer vi ikke bare alt om forkvinder og formænd og siger ’forperson’ i stedet? På den måde er vi alle på lige fod og kan ignorere kønsstereotyper, antagonistiske forhold og uforsætlig ignorering af folk der ikke identificerer sig som hverken mænd eller kvinder. Eller vi kan bare holde os til ”formand”, der jo, trods alt, teknisk set er kønsneutralt. Dansk Sprognævn skriver selv i besvarelsen af et læserbrev at pronomenet ’han’ ”helt fra gammel tid har kunnet udstrækkes til at dække over både mænd og kvinder.” Men måske er det netop dér, problemet ligger. At hankønnet betragtes som udgangspunktet, som defaulten. Kvindelighed er ikke blot negativt, det er usædvanligt. Undtagelsen. Måske er det derfor, det er så vigtigt at gøre opmærksom på sit køn. Ord som ”forretningskvinde” betyder måske, at en kvinde kan få lov at styre sin forretning uden at føle at hun behøver at være som en mand for at være succesfuld. Det giver hende mulighed for at skabe nye konnotationer for sit køn og fjerne noget af den negativitet der er forbundet med femininitet. Vores verden er præget af kønsstereotyper, men det kunne tænkes at total kønsneutralitet ikke er løsningen på det problem – snarere ville en anden indstilling være det. Det vi har brug for, er måske en accept af, at der måske er forskelle på mand og kvinde, men at det ene ikke er bedre end det andet.

Men ender vi i det lange løb alligevel med det samme resultat? To lejre, to kasser, ”Er du en dreng eller en pige?”  For nylig fik jeg stillet spørgsmålet igen. Da jeg svarede lidt afværgende, påpegede spørgeren at ”der altså ikke er noget galt med at være en pige”, som om det var derfor jeg nægtede at identificere mig selv som hunkøn. Det var det naturligvis ikke – det er blot fordi at hverken pige- eller drengekassen passer til lige præcis mig. Men det andet er nemt at antage, når man tager den måde vi taler om køn i betragtning. For mig er kønsneutralitet målet, det skal jeg ærligt indrømme. Jeg vil gerne have lov til at fravælge begge kasser. Men før det kan ske, er det nok vigtigt at jeg ikke har nogen speciel grund til at ville fravælge hverken den ene eller den anden.

fredag den 7. juni 2013

On Pride and Visibility

I recently went to my very first Pride festival. Spending a relatively quiet, calm afternoon on a small square in my small-on-international-level city with my close friend amidst rainbows and pink was a big step for me mostly in a symbolic way. Partially because I’m not the kind of person who really enjoys themselves in parties and crowds and so it took some personal strength to seek that sort of thing out willingly, but mostly because it served as an unofficial initiation of me as a queer person.
     I didn’t start calling myself queer until earlier this year, and even then it was a gradual decision. I’ve known I wasn’t heterosexual and cisgender for a very long time, but it wasn’t until about two and a half years ago that I started meeting people who felt a similar way and I began feeling like part of a group and not just like myself. But I’m still cautious. When discussing nonbinary people, or asexual people, or queer people in general, I avoid pronouns like “we” and “us”. My reasoning is that I don’t want to fall into the dreaded ‘Us-versus-them’ dichotomy, but perhaps it’s also due to my being wary of identifying as part of a group – any group. I’ve never been much for that, and I’m still not quite sure how to feel about it. But getting more involved with the local queer community might help me figure it out.

That said, not everyone agrees on whether these Pride festivals are even necessary, especially not outside the queer community. This recent festival was only the second annual one in the city I live in, and I suppose all new things are bound to be met with reservation. Even ones that are already well-established elsewhere, like Pride festivals. Around here however, a common argument against the Prides, and the general concept of queer pride, is holding it to be needless exhibitionism. We are all people. And usually we aren’t so interested in the sex lives of strangers that we need entire festivals to show them off. These statements are simultaneously true and missing the point. So I want to cover two things in this essay. One; my interpretation of what it means to be out and proud. And two; why it’s necessary.

In all honesty, I don’t like using the word ‘proud’. I suppose once again it’s related to my general aversion to identifying with groups, but concepts like ‘proud to be gay’, ‘proud to be American’, ‘proud to be a 90’s kid’ have too many unfortunate implications for me. In my extremely subjective opinion, ‘proud’ is a word better used in relation to personal achievements. And inborn traits hardly count as achievements.
    But as anyone will tell you, accepting and being happy about those inborn traits is the key to a healthy amount of self-esteem and a feeling of general fulfilment. Likewise, no one can deny that throughout history, queer people have not been encouraged to accept and be happy about their ‘alternative’ sexualities and gender identities. While things have improved, this is still the case today. Here’s a few statistics for kicks:

  •  42% of queer youth say the community in which they live is not accepting of LGBT people.
  • Queer youth are twice as likely as their peers to say they have been physically assaulted, kicked or shoved at school.
  • 15%-43% of queer workers have experienced some form of discrimination on the job.

And so on. So in order to really understand what it means to be ‘out and proud’, it might help to tweak the wording a bit. Instead of wondering why it’s necessary to be proud of being queer, think of it this way: Being out as queer means accepting and acknowledging who you are and knowing nothing is wrong with that, despite constantly being told otherwise. This requires strength and effort – which is certainly something to be proud of.

You might still argue that having entire festivals centred around pride is a bit over the top. While most people agree that being at peace with who you are is a good thing, many still prefer if you kept that pride to yourself. As a heterosexual cisgender person, it’s easy to feel intimidated by the Pride festivals. After all, queer people have entirely different experiences about sexuality and gender than others do, and unknown things are always confusing and somewhat frightening at first – and here’s an entire festival devoted to making these strange experiences seem entirely normal and understandable. It’s like a big inside joke that you’re excluded from. Apparently it’s so common that the Pride I went to had to note on their website that heterosexual people were more than welcome to come celebrate along with everyone else. “Besides”, many people argue, “Why do they need to shove it in our faces? We’re not interested in what turns them on – keep that in the bedroom.”

Congratulations, friend. You have caught a glimpse of what it feels like to be non-heteronormative in a very heteronormative society.

There was nothing lewd going on at that festival. Even counting the woman in the rope harness, you’d see more nude skin by going to the beach – considering I live in a country were topless sunbathing is a completely normal occurrence, frankly I’m surprised that I didn’t see any exposed breasts at that festival. There were info stands for various communities and the like – like there should be at any topical festival – but, believe it or not, no orgies, no aggression, no exclusion or ‘heterophobia’, no frenzied shouts of ‘Go gay or go away’*. There was only a bunch of people enjoying themselves and celebrating diversity.
    “But why,” I hear you argue, “Why do queer people feel the need to celebrate their sexualities and/or gender identities? Heterosexual cisgender people aren’t making a big deal out of theirs.” That’s true, and heterosexual cisgender people have no need to. Every single day is Straight Pride day. Please think back to the last movie or TV-show not specifically marketed to a queer audience that you saw. If there was a romantic (sub)plot, I’m willing to bet that it was about a man and a woman falling in love. Heck, even if there wasn’t, the main character was probably straight and cis anyway. It’s not just in media. Children are told that a day will come when they start noticing the opposite sex in an entirely different way. They are told that, depending on what parts they have between their legs, they will grow up to be either women or men. Any homosexual, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender, or genderqueer child is considered an exception, their identities hidden away and erased from the universal narrative. Heteronormative people show off their sexualities and gender identities all the time. The only reason it seems exhibitionistic when other people do it is because our identities are not as integrated in the cultural consciousness.

I guess that might also be why I’ve been so hesitant to get involved in the queer community, and to identify as queer in the first place. Sometimes it feels like calling attention to myself. People ask why we need labels – can’t we all just be humans instead, humans who love humans? Sure. That would be great. Thing is, without the labels, people tend to assume that everyone is one specific kind of human who only loves another specific kind of human. And until they don’t – until we normalize queer identities to such an extent that gay action heroes and transgender main characters in sitcoms and children growing up to notice people of their own gender in a new and special way and children growing up to be a gender that isn’t normally associated with the anatomy they have become a completely regular and insignificant part of life – we need those Pride festivals. If nothing else, then to remind everyone that we exist.

(I guess I got the 'we' thing down after all, huh?)


Statistics from hrc.org and catalyst.org

* Ironic slogan courtesy of my extremely funny friend