Thursday, July 9, 2020

Attending a White Catholic All-Girls School: Collisions of Race and Gender

Introduction

The politics of gender and sexuality within the contemporary state of all-girls missionary schools is sedimented by a complex colonial history. Through autoethnographic techniques, I wish to inspect my high school and primary school experience at an all-girls Catholic missionary school in East Gauteng by reframing my daily life through a sociopolitical lens of investigation. I was a closeted, white transgender non-binary person living under a dead name in an upper middle-class suburb less than ten minutes away from my school. I attended 13 years of gendered, “women only” English Catholic schooling from the early 2000s till the late 2010s.

First I wish to elaborate upon how conservative sexism and racism are given political power within a missionary school environment due to an unaddressed colonial history and unreformed Christian ethos that empowers “post-racial”, neoliberal forms of patriarchy. Secondly, I will reflect on the classifications of productive and reproductive labour within the academic and social spheres to unpack how power was maintained within the school by the staff and students. I develop what I see as the ultimate hyperfeminine Christian woman persona that thrived in this neocolonial social environment to fully illustrate what was expected of students.

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Stop Motion Project



What love is to her

All I want
is to know how to love
not love
where skin and skin
rupture into one
gluing a moment
of sticky euphoria 
to our backs
holding our hands together
to prove it was more
than a pill popping rush

I want love 
I want to feel seen
I want to stop faking
a congenial girlish smile
I want to be suffocating under your issues NO MORE

I want to stop filling up my heart gaps
with Him

I want to stop fearing loneliness
more than enjoying your company

But I have a girl in my chest
who tugs at muscled men
with hearts who need holding
who require her prowling body
to press them together

I love being alone, but I hate being at home with Her

She has a habit
of forcing followers
dark dependents
to complete her circle of self loathing

You see, to her, love is a check list
goals
a binary of inertia and chaos

To her it isn’t love unless it’s on fire

Her motto:
A cruel man is always worth changing
because you will have made meaning together

Please give me meaning
Devote your selves, each one, to Him
And kill the non believers