I Hate That You Love Someone!

Cupid, (or Eros) draw back your bow . . .

 

A quick note, because I didn’t feel that I could let the day go by without joining the masses and digitally registering my opinion on that most auspicious holiday that is St. Valentine’s Day.

Some take today to celebrate  their significant other. A day of chocolates and flowers and cupid and cards. Today is also known as Singles Awareness Day (also-also known as SAD), and most use it as an excuse to be wallow in their “SADness.” Then there is the faction known for getting down right militant, declaiming Valentine’s Day as a product of crass commercialism, something which they above (*Stick proboscis and posterior high in the atmosphere and walk away muttering.*) . And lastly, this year I have seen for the first time a growing number of posts dedicated entirely to the martyr St.  Valentine and honoring his sacrifice.

St. Valentine, uhh . . . so sorry you got stoned?

Personally, I take none of the above perspectives, nor do have a problem with any of them. Heaven knows I have my days to be mushy (rarely), mopey (too often), cynical (frequently), and historical (occasionally). However, on Valentine’s Day, I take a different tack. I celebrate love. All loves. I usually have several valentines, if they will have me, and I enjoy just telling people how much I love them. An all inclusive, let’s actually try to have fun on a holiday sort of thing.

But perhaps the best part of Valentine’s Day? The fact that the one day out of the entire year that is supposedly completely devoted to love, causes more bitter arguments than all the other holidays combined. Now if that’s not ironic, I don’t know what is.

“Here’s to love, in all of its infinite varieties.” -Grey Gardens-

Your Valentine,
Nathan Hathaway

Sometimes Not Good, Never Safe

While I was watching the Grammys a few weeks ago, something was said that really struck a chord with one of my pet peeves (Grammys, music, stuck a chord? Get it?). A friend of mine, when seeing the line-up was not to his musical taste, commented, “Why don’t they have any good bands play, like [insert 60-70's rock gods here.]” This comment was annoying to me, as it was just an off-hand dismissal of the music that was being showcased. It didn’t seem to present real critique, just musical elitist pabulum. And it really struck me that my friend would have preferred to hear a band from the 60′s. Not Chopin, not Mozart, not a Gregorian Chant, but a rock band from the 60′s. A band who, in their time, were also considered to be a detriment to the musical form. And yet, they are now hailed as geniuses and their fans off-handedly dismiss current groups. I mean, I suppose you could just chalk it up to the circle of life, but seriously?

Also, I was recently thumbing through a book about Martin Luther (These two things are connected, I promise. The Grammys plus the Protestant Reformation will make sense in time.) , when something occurred to me.  There was a time when the “Catholic” church was the only church. The Pope ruled the world of faith until some little punk ass bitch named Martin Luther comes along and says that he’s got a better idea. Now you have to consider, this took balls, this took huge balls. Luther went through hell for the basic religious ideas and freedoms that millions are now enjoying today. He was a heretic, he was hated, he was hunted down. Now the mistake we make here is to look at this with all the 20/20 hindsight history can afford us. Oh yes, he was a great man, but would you have listened to him? Would you have agreed with him that the rest of the world was wrong? (I caution to remind you that the rest of the world included the Pope, who was very pissy and prone to having armies at his disposal.) You can’t look back and say for certain what you would have done. You cannot take where you are now, and use it as a basis for how you would have felt then. Similarly, you cannot take the “then”, and then use at the measuring rod for now.

My point is this, as people of faith, whether as an artist or as a follower of a religious or spiritual belief, we are acting in and through something outside of our physical form, and as we are “mortal and liable to fall,”* sometimes our definitions of how things work need to be redefined to keep things from getting stale.

Neither art nor faith is a safe thing, it’s filled with experimentation and risk and sometimes failure. I am not promoting a laissez-faire lack of discernment when it comes to expression or explaining of the universe, not at all. I’m simply that that discernment needs to give everything a chance, and not just say no because its different or scary. Know why. Know why you don’t like that band, or why you think a doctrine is wrong. Research it. Or even if you don’t know, acknowledge that you don’t.

Life isn’t safe. Life isn’t just those same five bands that no one can live up too. Life isn’t just the same values that your father may have taught you. Life is about chasing down the truth, and sometimes that means changing lanes.

(*Charles Dickens, “A Christmas Carol.”)

You like that? Deep and introspective stuff?
Peace, and long life
Nathan Hathaway

Apples to Super Apples (A Brief Trieste on Sexuality)

Watching the Superbowl this year, several of the people I was with commented on the number of commercials that seemed to be aimed at stereotypes about being manly. Such ads basically stating that the products advertised would help you to claim, or reclaim, your manhood. (As a disclaimer, I am currently listening to “Single Ladies.”)

Now, I could go on a long tirade about how this image of manhood is imperfect, degrading, limiting, damaging, worse than Global Warming, and the ONLY reason we don’t know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie pop. Instead, I shall use this opening point to delve some deeper points about mainstream attitudes toward sexuality. (Oh nice. Classical Essay Structure! Classy.)

Through my reflections on gender perceptions, led in part by the Superbowl, it has occurred to me that perhaps our perceptions of homosexuality (Yes, the H-word. More offensive then the f-word, scarier than the c-word, and makes debates about the economy look like a Kindergarten tea party.) are very simply based on our basic cultural perceptions of each gender’s sexuality.

“Bit the first, dealing with our perception of the sexual feelings themselves.”

Consider the female. When I think of female sexuality, I think of something needed and desirable, but also wild and untameable, something like playing with fire. We can’t ignore it, but tread carefully, because she might get her period. I see the perception of lesbianism as very similar. We all know that culturally, two girls kissing is just sooooooo hot. However, it seems that every time that the unwitting straight male approaches two buxom babe loving beauties, he invariably gets hit or humiliated.

Now, looking at male sexuality, it seems to me that particular beast is viewed, as well, a monster. It is seen as a wild untameable beast that is out to rape, pillage, and fuck just about whatever it can lay its little head upon. (I have it on a very reliable source that in the Victorian era, piano legs were covered so men would not lust after them.) We can very much see that in the perception of male homosexuality, which revolves around the idea that gay men are horny unfaithful glory holes who are ready, willing, and able to seduce every straight man in a five-mile radius.

In both cases, it appears that the perception of gay sexuality is just a reflection and multiplication of the perception of each respective gender’s sexuality.

Bit the second, dealing with our perception of how acceptable the people are.

It is interesting to note that lesbians are, in general, more socially accepted than gay men. The reason for this I think is two-fold.

1. As I stated earlier, stereotypically, straight men find two girls kissing to be sexually appealing, therefore they have a reason/excuse to accept them. There is no such analogy for gay men.

2. Due to the extensive work of the women’s liberation movement, the idea of woman in non-traditional gender roles is much more accepted than it used to be. Alternatively, because men have always had all the money and all the power, there has never been a strong enough need or desire for a movement toward a cultural shift that would allow men to express themselves in a nontraditional way, let alone have their sexual polarity be completely reversed.

Here again, it appears that the views towards homosexuality are very much defined by how we view that gender.

Thus ends my brief Trieste, I don’t doubt that there will be more on this subject in the future,
Victoria Reigns,
Nathan Hathaway

Islanders and Hipsters (A Letter Submitted To Dr. Swallow)

Dear Dr. Swallow

I write to you full of the love of Christ, as I have recently returned from a mission trip to the Polynesian Island of Sokomomo. It was thrilling to bring the good news of Jesus to this small island nation, and to completely and utterly steep myself in a different culture then mine own. And how unique a culture it is! On this island, the woman walk about completely absent of petticoats. However, this is not a moral failing or an issue of temptation. They merely see that area of woman as a symbol of continued life. And on another point, the men pierce their lips so as to allow room for huge plates. What we might see as a crude and strange deformity, they view as a sign of maturity. It truly did my heart good to learn of a people different than mine own, equally steeped in God’s love and creativity. I kept a notebook of their fascinating traditions, which I hope to later expand into an essay.

Unfortunately, upon my return to London, I discovered that my own neighborhood had been completely overrun by undesirable hoodlums. They truly have no sense of decorum. Their apparel is ill-fitting, especially in the area of the pantaloons. They have spikes sticking out of simply everywhere, and what they call music is completely bereft of the traditional melody! How any reasonably sane human being could act this way is simply beyond me, and it saddens me to see them so offend God with their crass manner. Every time I see them I remind them of how offensive they are, in the hopes that they will change their ways, for it is badly needed. Why they do what they do, I don’t want to know. If only they could be converted, then maybe they could join me in spreading the love of Christ. “The harvest truly is plenteous, but the laborers are few.”

Victoria Reigns,
Your Friend,
Viola Cobblepot

Like the Pheonix rising from the ashes . . .

. . . so I shall resurrect my website! It kind of burned up at the beginning of last semester when my life took over my life. But now I’m back (from outer space!) and I am going to be fidgeting with the widgets, making my web content more contenty, and updating my updates. Not quite sure what form this will take yet, but I hope that you will join my for the ride. Speaking of rides, why don’t you jet set over to my friend’s website and ride him?

http://iainbradford.com/

Victoria Reigns,
Nathan Hathaway Adams