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The Queen Boat, Reconsidered

Tuesday, November 11th, 2008

It’s been quite a while since I’ve written one of my long boring posts, so if you don’t like them, well, I’m sorry.

We had a guest lecturer on campus yesterday who got me thinking (which I am wont to do from time to time) about stuff I haven’t thought about in quite a while.  I’m not going to use his name because he made himself a bit infamous for reasons that have nothing to do with the talk he gave, and I don’t want people stumbling across my blog by seeking him out in Google.  If his topic sounds interesting, e-mail me and I’ll point you in the direction of his article.

The gist of his talk is something to the following effect: he argues that what he calls a “sexual binary”–namely that one must either identify as hetero- or homosexual–is a western notion that is being imposed on the rest of the world.  If this sounds post-colonialist, you’re not wrong (if you don’t know what post-colonialism is, don’t worry about it — I’m only passingly familiar with it as I think the concept that your thoughts have to be limited by a school of thought is kind of stupid).

His specialization is the Arab World, and his particular grief is that the West is imposing this sexual binary on the Arab World when human rights groups, NGOs, etc., identify a certain subset of the populace as gay or lesbian, even when those people may not identify as gay themselves.

For the record, I started having problems with this guy’s talk when he contradicted himself by suggesting that Arabs have learned the concept of being exclusively “gay” or “lesbian” from the West, but then later said that he knows there are Arabs who do identify as gay or lesbian and that’s OK.

Now, he’s not one of these guys suggesting that homosexuality is a western disease and that it’s an unnatural behavior learned from the West — what he’s saying is that in a good chunk of the world, sexuality is more polymorphous than a simple binary.  Men who are married to women and have children also have sex with men, for example, and that these societies have constructed space to allow this behavior.  What he’s arguing is that the insistence from outside that these people be recognized as “gay” and given rights that they’re not asking for is actually causing more harm than good.

And then he brought up the example of the Queen Boat.  The story is recapped as follows: in May 2001, police raided a nightclub in Cairo (the Queen Boat — it was one of the nightclubs that’s on a large boat that goes out for a two or three hour cruise on the Nile that are popular among tourists and Egyptians alike) that was a reputed gay hangout.  52 men were arrested and charged with debauchery (there being no law against gay sex in Egypt), and the trials spanned over months.

Several international gay rights organizations picked up the banner and pressured western embassies to take up the cause of Egypt’s “repression of homosexuality.”  The western gay press ran stories about “Egypt’s Stonewall.”

The problem was this: none of the men arrested identified themselves as gay, even under allegations of torture.  The gay press attributed this to a long-standing social stigma against homosexuality, but Our Speaker suggested another explanation: none of the men actually considered themselves gay.  Many, in fact most of them were married and had children.  Instead of being Egypt’s Stonewall, it was a trial that went nowhere, and with the exception of two men who’ve been in jail for years, most of them were free within a couple of months, badly embarrassed at having been accused of “licentious behavior.”  Several of them have since emigrated from Egypt (with wives and children).

Our Speaker argued that the international attention did more harm than good–Egypt at the time had no law against homosexual acts.  Parliament is now considering them, however, in response to the Queen Boat incident.

I was trying to digest all of this–I think he’s got a point, although I think there are problems with his analysis–when a friend of mine, an Egyptian doctoral candidate in history, raised her hand and made a counterpoint that I’d been waiting for.  The Egyptian government was, at the time, facing rising opposition from Islamist parties who were accusing the government of being corrupt and amoral, and were holding themselves to be the protectors of virtue.  Shortly thereafter, the Egyptian government sanctions a raid on a well-known gay nightclub that’s been operating for years and charges everyone on board with amoral behavior.  Coincidence?  She doesn’t think so, and neither do I.

Another example our speaker brought up was the novel/film ‘Omaret Ya’qubian (The Yacoubian Building), which was very popular the last time I was in Cairo in 2006.  Among the characters in the novel–which is a sort of Egyptian Peyton Place, following the lives of the inhabitants of an apartment building in downtown Cairo–is the self-identified homosexual character Hatem, who engages in a relationship with a Nubian soldier, Abed Rabbo.

Our Speaker argued that the novel is essentially Islamist in tone, even though the author clearly thinks he’s being very sophisticated.  Hatem, who lives alone and is the passive partner in the relationship (read: “bottom”) is identified as شاظ “shadh” (or “shaz,” as the Egyptians would pronounce it) which means deviant or pervert, but is also common street slang for gay.  (I started to have problems with his talk around this point, because he was saying that the book was mistranslated into English because shaz used to only mean “deviant” in a much broader sense, even though now anyone who reads the book would read it as “homosexual,” which the author is on record as having said is what he meant).

Abed Rabbo, on the other hand, is married and has a son, and is never identified as a shaz.  (Abed Rabbo later murders Hatem … well, it’s complicated).  Hence, Our Speaker puts forward the suggestion that the behaviour is only deviant because Hatem has sex exclusively with men, and exclusively in the passive role, for which he is “punished” with death at the end of the novel.

Again, he kind of has a point here, although I kind of think that Our Speaker would do well to review, for example, The Celluloid Closet for examples of early gay and lesbian characters in film, who almost always met a tragic end.  One of the explanations of this is that it helped anyone in the audience who was having conflicted issues about feeling sympathetic toward the gay character feel better when he or she “got what they deserved.”  Indeed, audiences who watched the film version of The Yacoubian Building were reputed to cheer Hatem’s death, even if they had been sobbing moments earlier when Abed Rabbo’s son took ill and died.

And then this got me thinking about Prop 8.  I know, it’s kind of crazy that thinking about the tenuous relationship between Islam and homosexuality in Egypt might have gotten me thinking about Prop 8 and the enormous backlash against the Mormons for funding it.  Believe me, I’m all for holding the church accountable for their part–but Californians actually voted for it.  I find it interesting (anthropologically speaking) that someone could stand in the election booth and vote for Barack Obama, arguably one of the most liberal Democrats to run for office in years, on the one hand while voting for Prop 8 on the other and see no contradiction.

What, I wonder, was the tipping point?  I don’t believe that it’s as simple as “the Mormons poured a bunch of money into the campaign and that’s why it passed” (note to Michael: I’m not saying that I don’t think it’s A reason, I’m saying that I don’t think it’s the ONLY reason.)

I don’t have answers to this, I’m merely posing the question: what made the people of what is, next to Massachusetts, considered the most liberal state in the Union decide not only to ban gay marriage but to retroactively alter the state constitution, thus potentially invalidating 18,000+ marragies already on the books?  The LDS campaign may have pushed it over the top (in fact, I’m fairly sure it did), but there was already a solid base to begin.

How could we have made history by electing our first black president and shattering the racial glass ceiling, but reaffirm separate-and-unequal status in several states all in one fell swoop?  Are we the sacrificial lamb being offered up?  “We’ll elect a black guy, but the immorality has to stop” — is that it? Trust me, I’m kind of used to it.  I live in Texas.

But it doesn’t make me happy about any of this.  It just makes me wonder what’s really going on here.

If I have any more thoughts, I’ll share.  You can, too.

Friday

Friday, November 7th, 2008

It’s Friday, praise Bob.

I’ve been a ball of stress for too long, and even though the stress part kind of had a denouement (note the usage of a $45 word) on Monday and then with the election on Tuesday night, I think I’ve forgotten how to relax.  I’ve just been on edge for too many weeks.

So, thanks to those of you who offered advice on which photos to send off to my iStockPhoto audition.  Turns out it was all for naught, as this was their response to me, sent barely a couple of hours later:

At this time we regret to inform you that we did not feel the overall composition of your photography or subject matter is at the minimum level of standard for iStockphoto. Please take some time to review training materials, resources and articles provided through iStockphoto. The photographs provided in your application should be your best work. Try and impress us, we want to see how you stand out from the crowd.

In other words, they think I suck.

I question whether or not my stuff is suitable as stock photography anyway.  It’s a bit particular, and I think their restrictions are annoying.  I happen to like my photos of pets, flowers, sunsets, and people.  So there.

Anyway.

I’m being swamped in a deluge of e-mails from California-based friends who are unhappy about the passage of Prop 8.  I, too, am unhappy about it, but I do kind of wonder whether going after the Mormons is really a good strategy.  I mean, look how well that worked for the Islamic world during the whole Danish cartoons thing. At the end of the day, it was the Californians who actually voted for the law which means that maybe the left coast isn’t as liberal as everyone thought.

More frightening to me is the Arkansas law that passed banning unmarried couples from adopting.  They try that shit here in Texas every legislative cycle (because we’re weird, legislative cycles are every two years), but the last time apparently there was so much laughter during the hearing that it never even made it to committee vote, let alone to the full house of delegates or onto the ballot.

So, it’s a mixed bag of emotions as we end the week here.  We have a new president-elect, and the Imperial reign of the Bushes is at an end, and the nation spoke loud and clear about how they felt about the last eight years.  That’s a big thumbs up.

On the other hand, homos always lose.  I feel for California.  We’ve had marriage banned here in Texas already.  In fact, we’ve had it banned twice.  We’ve gotten kind of used to being the failsafe punching bag.

And so, on that note.  It’s almost the weekend, and I plan to laze around and do as little as possible.  How ’bout you?

Never rains, but it pours

Friday, November 30th, 2007

Quick post from the exhibit hall in the San Diego Convention Center.

I’m here in rainy San Diego, California. If you stand in the parking lot next to the Omni hotel and squint … which I did at one point … it kind of looks like Seattle or Vancouver, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Natalie and I flew out this morning to save money on the exorbitant hotel rate by spending on night less here. Because of the time change, we were able to leave Austin at 9:15 and arrive in San Diego at 10:30. The issue with this, of course, is that this means we were at the hotel way before checkout time, so there were no rooms available and we just stashed our stuff with the bellhop and came over to the conference.

I should add, by the way, that the approach to San Diego airport is terrifying. There’s something about seeing tall office buildings on either side of the plane that incites panic in this post-9/11 world…

Naturally, because I only looked at the temperature on the weather forecast and not the conditions, I didn’t bring an umbrella. Natalie and I made it about three blocks before it started to pour, and I was soaked completely through my jacket.

And then there was the shoe issue. As I got into the taxi at the airport, I realized my right foot was wet. I took my shoe off and discovered that the soul had cracked along the tread, and thus there was really nothing between my foot and the water. Heh. Naturally, because this is a short trip, I only brought the one pair. They were my dressy/casual shoes that I can wear with my presentation attire and then with jeans for dinner, and they were very comfortable. They were also, as far as the basic function of a shoe goes, utterly useless at this point.

Hence, Natalie and I made two quick stops. First was a convenience store where I purchased an utterly ridiculous plaid umbrella that pops inside out at the slightest breeze. The second was Nordstrom’s. I was audibly slopping around by this point, and I paid what I needed to pay for a new pair of shoes. Ray gasped in horror when I told him what I paid–”Aren’t there any outlet stores in California?”–and he’s probably right, although I would easily have made up the price differential in cab fare. Plus, there was a time issue, in that I didn’t really have any.

And they’re damned fine shoes, if I do say so myself.

This afternoon’s development was that I discovered that my credit card was suspended for suspected fraud. (I should point out that I also only ever carry one credit card when I’m traveling.) Fortunately, I was able to tackle that issue on my cell phone right here in the exhibit hall.

The good news is that there’s free wi-fi in the convention center, and despite everything I am determined to have a good time. Shin can rest assured that I’m blaming none of this on San Diego (jury’s still out on the bossa nova, though). At least this didn’t happen in Montreal!

Anyway. I’m technically working now, so I should wrap up. Happy Friday!

A Tale of Two Tahoes

Sunday, October 8th, 2006

Picking up where I left off yesterday.

Natalie and I spent our Friday night at a local brew pub, trying to escape the curse of the overpriced casino restaurants. Because Lake Tahoe is a resort area, everything seems to be ridiculously overpriced (including gasoline, even though that just appears to be a California/Nevada thing). At some point in the evening, we discovered that the state line literally runs right next to the hotel where we’re staying – the street alongside is Stateline Blvd, and it helpfully demarcates the California/Nevada state line. On this side is Stateline, Nevada – on that side, South Lake Tahoe, California, both at an elevation of 6,285 feet above sea level.

The Tahoe Brewery and Restaurant was kind of a neat place, and more to the point we discovered that civilization does not, in fact, end at the casino block where we’re staying as it appears to on the drive down from Reno. There are a number of neat little places down the street on the California side — true to the California nature, many of them advertise sushi as a local specialty. There are certain things I don’t come to mountain resorts to eat, and sushi is one of them (although truth be told, I’m not a huge fan of sushi overall).l

Today (Saturday) after a morning session featuring a very nice but very very gay speaker and a nun who wouldn’t shut up (these are the sorts of weird juxtapositions that occur in teacher conferences: the bitchy gay man from the textbook company trying to deal with the hyperactive nun from a Catholic school), Natalie and I drove back over to the California side to Emerald Bay, which claims to be the most photographed spot in the world. I have no idea how they could possibly have arrived at that figure, since I don’t know how you’d track it (and, speaking frankly, I don’t recall seeing photographs of Emerald Bay before). But it was a nice drive – us and the Californians driving down from Sacramento to spend a brisk autumn afternoon along the lake.

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I have a soft spot for coniferous forests – I think they’re neat. This is probably because I grew up in Ohio, where we had neither mountains nor coniferous forest.

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This is Emerald Bay, leading into Lake Tahoe at the narrow straight above. As I said, they (whoever “they” turn out to be) claim this is the most photographed spot in the world. I question that.

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They have neat rocks up here, too.

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Get me some sheep and it’s like Brokeback Mountain…

After our trip out to Emerald Bay, we headed back into Stateline to get ready for our afternoon session at the conference. Natalie had noticed that attendance seemed to be down today, and swore that we’d have only three people attending our session. She was wrong; we had 8, which wasn’t dismal, but I still found it disappointing. We have good stuff to offer, but I think that we didn’t advertise the session terribly well. Had we known we could have put a specific session breakdown in the program, we probably would have gotten a lot more people. The eight who showed up seemed duly impressed. I have high hopes for our sessions in Fort Worth next weekend.

As soon as the session was over, we dropped our stuff and got back in the truck to head over the mountain to the town of Genoa, Nevada, which claims to have been the first settlement in the state back in 1851. I can neither confirm nor deny this as I don’t know the first thing about Nevada history. Our destination was the Tahoe Ridge winery, which advertises in all of the Lake Tahoe area fliers. Natalie and I have an appreciation for good wine, so we were curious to see what Nevada wineries have to offer. After all, no one has ever heard of Texas wine, and there is actually some pretty damned good Texas wine out there if you know where to look — and it’s a nice way to spend a fall day, driving out into the Hill Country west of Austin and touring the various wineries. Ray usually ends up driving on those trips, since he doesn’t care for wine, and Natalie and I get a little toasty on occasion.

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Genoa, Nevada, is a cute little town that some might call “quaint” or “rustic.” It’s barely large enough to warrant a stop sign, let alone asking drivers along the highway (which I only know as Nevada Highway “To US 395″) to slow down to 35 miles per hour as they pass through:

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The owners of the winery were a fun bunch – it was like a party atmosphere with lots of laughter and funny stories being swapped back and forth, and we spent quite a while there. We’d been in a little bit of a hurry because it claimed to close at 5, but we were there until 5:30, and the front door was still wide open for business.

We got out of there with 6 bottles of wine in tow (they’re coming FedEx, thus solving the problem of how we’re supposed to get them back to Austin). We’ve already figured out which ones will go with Thanksgiving dinner: Ray and I usually have friends over to share the meal at our house; Natalie is on our standing invite list, and her sister will be in town as well. Plus, this takes care of the wine selection – usually we have to head out toward Johnson City to see what Texas Hills Vinyard has on offer this season. It’s been a couple of years since their awesome Syrah has been for sale, and Tahoe Ridge has something that will fit the bill (and it goes well with dark chocolate. Now all we need is dark chocolate).

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Back to Tahoe we came, and I spent part of the evening teaching Natalie how to play video poker. She did all right for a beginner, only losing $2 (I always play the 5 cent machines). I actually recouped my $2 investment, meaning that my overall loss for this trip is only $3.

We had dinner at Cabo Wabo, the Tahoe branch of a restaurant that Sammy Hagar apparently founded in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. The food was reasonably priced (particularly for a restaurant in a casino), but I must admit that I was a bit disappointed: the photos on the casino Web site promised hunky shirtless bartenders, and there were no hunky shirtless bartenders on offer. I shall, of course, be filing a grievance with Mr. Hagar himself about this.

In the morning we have time to sleep in, but then it’s back off toward Reno to catch our flight home. I get to spend all of two and a half days in the office before heading off to the next conference – it’s a busy time of year for me. I’m glad we decided to come out here, though – the conference was actually rather well put together and exciting — exciting enough to make us want to put in to present at next year’s gathering in Oklahoma City, and that should say something (no offense to anyone who lives in Oklahoma City).

And so, it’s Saturday night and my eyes are tired, and so I shall sign off here with the promise of another long day of travel ahead of me, and hope that I don’t accidentally forget to put my toothpaste in my carry on where it doesn’t belong…

Lines, lines, more lines

Thursday, October 5th, 2006

Greetings from Stateline, Nevada, along the shores of Lake Tahoe, and barely half a mile from the California state line.

It’s been a very long day of traveling to get here – Natalie and I are out here for a conference (we’ve been making bad jokes about “they’re having a geography conference in a place that has geography” — or, more specifically, I’ve been making the bad jokes and Natalie has been rolling her eyes at them).

This evening’s post is what I’m afraid is already starting to be an exercise in futility: namely, adjusting to Pacific Daylight Time by staying awake until a reasonable hour. It’s barely 9 o’clock here and I’m afraid I may fall asleep at the keyboard.

To review:

I packed my suitcase this morning, and it’s always difficult to pack when you’re going somewhere where the weather is going to be significantly different than it is at home. It was 76 degrees when I left the house at 9 am, on its way to the low 90s. Tonight in Lake Tahoe it’s going to be 23. Fortunately, I did remember my winter coat, although I did have to remember which one of the guest bedrooms it was living in, since I haven’t seen it since the last time I went someplace cold, which was a long time ago.

Ray and I went to breakfast at a little Mexican bakery in Round Rock, where I had migas (because, as the sign on the menu clearly indicates, todo el mundo encantan las migas). They make nice spicy homemade salsa, which are great on migas. Then I had to drop by the office to pick up something that I forgot, and I planned to brush my teeth to avoid having my breath classified as a lethal weapon (the Transportation Safety Administration really doesn’t like me – I am usually singled out for one of those ‘random searches’ at security, and whenever I re-enter the country they always seem to see something of great interest on their computer monitors).

This, of course, is when I realized that I’d forgotten to pack toothpaste. Instead, I borrowed an altoid from someone and set off for the Austin airport. Natalie and I met up, and rejoiced in the fact that we are once again allowed to carry bottles of water on board the aircraft by purchasing extremely overpriced bottles of water in the airport gift shop. (This is ironic, since the last time we flew together was back from El Paso on the very morning that this latest ban went into effect).

Off to Los Angeles we went, courtesy of Southwest Airlines, which serves no food on board. Hence, when we landed at LAX I was a little hungry and had my first round of culture shock with the prices at all of the food spots in the airport because a) it’s Los Angeles and b) it’s an airport.

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This salad and Diet Coke cost me $13. I took a photo of it in the hopes that my enjoyment would last longer. So far, it hasn’t.

Then we flew on the short flight up here to Reno, where phase 2 of the trip began: waiting in lines. It took 45 minutes to get the rental car. I don’t really know why. There were two people in front of me in line. The agent was wheeling and dealing with everyone, trying to talk them into upgrades and added insurance, and it was awfully nice that we have a contracted rate with the car rental company because it stops that dead in its tracks. I did, however, wind up agreeing to take a Dodge Dakota off of their hands. I thought a Dakota was an SUV. I was wrong. A Dakota is a pick up truck. We rented a pick up truck for a business trip.

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That’s Natalie, trying not to laugh about the pick up truck that we had to drive. The worst thing about the stupid vehicle is that there’s a smell – someone’s been smoking a LOT in there.

So, off we set down the badly marked freeway south from Reno, and stopped at an Albertson’s supermarket to pick up some toothpaste (for me) and sinus medication (for her), and by this time it was rush hour. You’d think that a town the size of Reno wouldn’t have a busy rush hour, and you’d be wrong.

It took us an hour and a half to make it to Lake Tahoe. I should have had the truck in 4 wheel drive mode, but it didn’t occur to me until we were going up those big hills (and I’m too ignorant to know if you can switch that while the car is moving – I didn’t want to take the chance).

At the hotel there was another interminable wait to check in — by this time, I desperately needed to go to the bathroom, and Natalie just wanted to be out of moving vehicles. Fortunately, our rooms are close together, because we’re in one of those casino-resorts with 8 different towers where you can easily spend an hour trying to find the right elevator.

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The view from my room – not the most exciting ever, but I didn’t pay for the lake view.

Anyway. So, I’m here until Sunday, and looking forward to seeing what’s what around here (if there is a what to see).

Also, at some point I’ll have to weigh in on the Project Runway reunion special – such drama! But I’m too tired, and if I don’t upload this now, I’m going to wake up with a keyboard imprint on my cheeks …

 

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