Walking While Outdoors: A New Frontier For Fearless Homosexuals
You may wish to brace yourselves for some intersectional ruggedness, care of Patrick Kelleher, writing in Pink News:
Meet the queer hikers proving the great outdoors isn’t just for cis, straight, middle class folk.
I fear a question may have been begged there, one on which the entire article rests, but hey, let’s push on. There’s oppression to invoke and needless drama to manufacture.
On the last Queer Out Here walk, there was a welcome circle where everyone was asked to introduce themselves, state their pronouns, and tell the group what the outdoors means to them.
Because even simple fun – say, an outdoors walk – has to be organised, you see, and made “quite political,” with lots of declarations and public speaking to keep you in the moment and at one with nature. And a walk just isn’t a walk unless you can make it, like everything else, all about your identity, i.e., all about you. The organiser in question is one Ailish Breen, a being with pronouns, and who offers “queer-only spaces” to those in search of sky and scenery. If you’re “queer, trans, non-binary, genderqueer, gay, lesbian, bi, asexual, intersex, pansexual,” or any sexual-identity niche not yet recognised or invented, this is The Fun Time For You:
Our community is wonderful because of its breadth and diversity. By coming on a hike with us you’re committing to embracing everyone’s uniqueness and welcoming everybody. We don’t tolerate any form of discrimination at our events.
“Straight/cis allies” are, of course, not welcome.
Inevitably, “a lack of equality around access” is invoked, but as so often, particulars remain unmentioned or unobvious. Setting aside the advantages of suitable footwear and something waterproof, the nearest we get to crushing issues of unfairness are,
Ailish says, “People think it’s for middle class, white, heteronormative families.”
A claim that hangs in the air with no obvious support.
And,
“People often talk about bagging a mountain or a hill and it’s very much about conquering the outdoors,” Ailish says. “I can totally see that that would not be super welcoming for a lot of people.”
And,
“It always baffles me that outdoor clothing is still so gendered in stores. The shop doesn’t need to be split into two sides. I always find that super weird that we’re still doing that, so maybe people should think about that.”
Devastating stuff, I think you’ll agree.
Presumably, hiking gear retailers should disregard their contentedly male and female customers, the overwhelming majority, who may not wish to be regarded as androgynous and wholly interchangeable, in favour of a tiny minority who aren’t entirely sure what they are, and who may possibly feel irritated by reminders of the customary, and all but universal, male-female distinction. Likewise, it seems we’re supposed to believe that Ms Breen’s merry band are somehow rendered tearful and distraught by any mention of the outdoors being conquered – even though the term means overcoming one’s own limitations, or imagined limitations – which, among those less pretentious and neurotic, might be regarded as a good thing.
And these, remember, are the harrowing obstacles to hiking faced by “queer” people.
As one person tweets in reply,
How to make a thing out of something that’s not a thing, and not anything that anyone was even talking about. Imagine having to invent your own oppression.
Those in search of more niche hardship are directed to the hallucinatory forces keeping brown people indoors. As conjured by the Guardian’s Nazia Parveen, who was troubled by the thought of rock-climbing instructors often being white, and for whom walking up and down hills – among white people – is very nearly traumatic. Readers may also recall Everyday Feminism’s Emily Zak, who wishes us to know that an afternoon of fresh air and countryside is terribly oppressive, because of “capitalism, colonialism” and the fact, or alleged fact, that outdoor activities are “painfully heteronormative.”
What the heck is the matter with “It”?
Maybe we normal-ish people should give up bothering about pronouns for the woke and simply use nouns – idiot, tosser, dickhead, dumbo etc…
What the heck is the matter with “It”?
“It” has customarily been used in a derogatory way, at least ever since my youth in the sixties. It was not used frequently, but when used denoted someone who was cognitively damaged in way which was particularly annoying or reprehensible.
“It” was seen as rude and derogatory because the word seems to explicitly objectify or dehumanize a person.
Now, for the more autistic(?) and/or educated among us, “it” is the obvious conclusion if someone foregoes biologically relevant pronouns. “It” is also useful for implying dislike and disrespect for the current pronoun game, a simple way of implying there are males, females, and people who actively whine about being mentally ill.
Eye opener: Now I know what the adults meant when they went into the woods from camp to “collect faggots for the fire”. That explains the queer smell of the smoke.
Coming next in this cavalcade of madness: Pay 4 Gay.
I know I’m not telling anyone here anything new, but: “It” is the single, third person neuter pronoun. “They” is the exact same thing, but plural. How plurality removes some sort of sting is a real mystery, but the mangling of language to the point of rubbishing the point of language—conveying meaning—isn’t.
We can settle the pronoun wars in a heartbeat: if you appear to others as masculine, expect He/Him. Feminine, she/her.
Otherwise, It it is.
A fine fisk. I believe you are the best fisker on the Internet. Larry Correia could be one of the greats except his otherwise excellent fisks always look like they should be written on a bathroom wall.
When I was a kid, “white” strawberries, produced by depriving the berries of sunlight, were a fad, but I had never heard of strawberries with naturally white fruits, either.
Before you know it there’ll be homosexuals patrolling the oceans!
I’ve got news for you.
He was an American. From the other side of Orlando from us.
Once met my Member of Parliament on a mountaintop in Jasper, Alberta 2,300 miles from home.
I’ve got news for you.
I remember when commercials were allowed to be fun.
Pay 4 Gay.
How the hell do they expect to test this? References?
Once met my Member of Parliament on a mountaintop in Jasper, Alberta 2,300 miles from home.
Ah, but did you have that long moment of….hey, I think I know that guy? Or was it an immediate thing? MP probably more outgoing types, might not be so edgy. A similar thing…Back in the late 1980’s wife and I were wandering around Rockefeller Plaza in NYC around 6:00 or so, after most of the stores there had closed, looking for the bathrooms. We pop into an optician shop to ask and talking to the optician is American TV sports guy, who had a popular late night TV interview show at the time, Bob Costas. My wife didn’t recognize him but he looked at me and by the look on his face I think it was quite clear to him that I recognized him. He then got this, “Oh shit” look. I simply asked the optician where the bathrooms were and we left without saying anything to Costas but once we got down the hall out of sight I couldn’t help laughing at the look on Costas’s face. He will always have that deer-in-the-headlights expression in my mind whenever someone mentions him.
“People often talk about bagging a mountain or a hill…
Do they? Do they really? “I bagged Snowdon last weekend”, said Lord Figment in his club. “Jolly good show”, said Mr Strawman. “Was just about to bag Ben Nevis myself, until a troupe of homosexuals turned up”.
… and it’s very much about conquering the outdoors,” Ailish says.
Perhaps, but only metaphorically. Apart from your marginal wear and tear on the paths, the mountains are indifferent to your conquest, and don’t undergo regime change. It’s your own limitations you’ve conquered.
“I can totally see that that would not be super welcoming for a lot of people.”
Such sensitive souls who shrink from even metaphorically hurting a fly, never mind literally. Us ordinary folk aren’t worthy of sharing a mountain with them. When they climb a mountain, it’s without strife or ambition in their hearts, without divisive preconceptions of what is high and what is low, what is the starting point and what is the destination. Their hiking boots cause no wear and tear on the paths.
I tried to bag a mountain once, but the zip-lock wouldn’t close.
It’s your own limitations you’ve conquered.
Absolutely. One might say obviously. But Ms Breen and her gaggle of poseurs and misfits seem determined to ignore the obvious and thereby frame themselves as forever put-upon. All delicate and sensitive, and aghast at the brutishness of anyone who isn’t neurotic and just gets on with it. It’s pretentious and contemptible.
Do they? Do they really? “I bagged Snowdon last weekend”, said Lord Figment in his club.
…
Perhaps, but only metaphorically. Apart from your marginal wear and tear on the paths, the mountains are indifferent to your conquest, and don’t undergo regime change.
But isn’t this precisely the sort of language/thinking that one gets praised for in school essays and such? I don’t think I ever heard a English/language arts teacher criticize it. History teachers did, though. Yet that didn’t seem to have the necessary effect on some of my classmates.
I like the idea of conquering the countryside, because it’s pretty damn obvious that once one has resolutely conquered it, the countryside just sits there, exactly the same as it always was.
‘Conquer away, humans, I will outlast you.’
In another observation, what is it with being ‘super’ this or ‘super’ that, these days? I would have thought, for example, ‘super welcoming’ can’t be very different from ‘welcoming.’ Surely it is binary: you are either welcoming or not, though of course this may directly relate to the amount of gushing the welcomer does.
Normally, gushing while out on a walk in nature should be done behind a bush. Reminds me of the old adage: ‘Take nothing but pictures, break nothing but wind.’
When I accepted that I was gay and came out a couple years ago, these people were the biggest hurdle for me. Not family or friends not accepting but these narcissistic, self-important twits who make everything about them. Last thing I wanted was anyone I know thinking I’d suddenly stop being me or change myself to fit in with some ass backwards mentality like this.