Tuesday, June 1, 2021

Resonance, Radiance, and Glory: An Invocation For Trans Saints

   

“Hagiographies are narratives of becoming, possibility, and immanence.”

Blake Gutt and Alicia Spencer-Hall
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The following is an introduction and invocation I provided to the book launch of Trans and Gender Queer Subjects in Medieval Hagiography on 26 May 2021.

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Beloveds, I have been asked to offer an invocation of the emergences, perspectives, reflections, resonances, radiances, and glories called Medieval Trans Studies; a field defined in part by a new wave of scholars bringing trans studies into dialogue with medieval texts. Contemplating all these radiant irreplaceable scholars, I would compare the rise of medieval trans studies to the construction of a stained glass window. Each facet of the glass is both a window and a mirror. And both the mirror and window is hard for many to face. It may show a window into the wisdom and beauty of trans life one is not willing to see. Within each facet of the window, we see new ways of seeing our world and our history. Made up of many pieces, many viewpoints, with room for many more, it is a collage of small contributions of those dipping their toe into the field, those facets that are just as valuable as the larger sustained perspectives. Importantly, this new wave of scholars includes a number of scholars from historically underrepresented trans and nonbinary communities. Collectively, we have produced dozens of articles, special collections, and books bringing trans perspectives to the past. We have seen the publication of Medieval Trans Feminisms. Presently, we add Trans and Genderqueer Subjects in Medieval Hagiography as another foundational text. Personally, I await my copy of Leah Devuh’s The Shape of Sex: Non-Binary Gender from Genesis to the Renaissance. Together, this work and community are still under construction through our making together, our seeing together, our reflecting together. 

Yet each piece of the stained glass window is also a mirror. And it may reflect back to us long existing prejudice and ignorance. If this movement might be called the Transgender Turn, then we must face the existence of the cisgender turn that has been the field’s modus operandi for generations. By the cisgender turn, I refer first to the fact that medieval studies has been the nearly exclusive territory of cis scholars. Even now, most trans scholars in medieval studies are working in precarious contingent positions and a growing number of scholars who have helped create the field of medieval trans studies are not able to professionally survive in it. Secondly, we might reflect that a problem within the cisgender turn is the way that the Middle Ages has been un-transed, with people, events, behaviors, and pieces of art warped through cis perspectives to conform to what I call compulsory-cisgender-assignment and cis histories. Reflecting back these patterns to the field, medieval trans studies is not so much trans-ing the Middle Ages as returning the erased or excluded transness that has been at the heart of so much medieval history and art. 

The stained glass of medieval trans studies is also a third thing: a work of art in itself. By way of closing, I’ll uplift three qualities of trans joy that play critical roles in this art: resonance, radiance, and glory. Trans people have a special resonance with objects and networks. Trans women have a certain allure and sensitivity to physical and social matters of womanhood. When one sees a trans person connecting with clothes, tools, places, and systems that resonate with their authentic self, a radiance emerges. The effects of trans radiance is an euphoria or ecstasy that can animate, reanimate, orient, and reorient the world. I suspect this radiance is what transphobes most fear. Transphobes are comfortable with our discomfort, they encourage our dysphoria. But our radiance scares them; in this authentic truth trans people affect others, arousing hidden truths, ignored perspectives, and denied glories. For me, trans glories mark those points where being meets becoming, where potential and actual cross paths. The effect of glory is a sense of being totally in the now and yet also speaking across polychronic experiences of dysphoric time. Medieval trans studies is one such glory that burns with radiant light and radiant darkness, responding to a resonance between now and elsewhile, here and elsewhere, you and me and we. 

May these resonant, radial, and glorious transgender joys bless each of us, the field, this book, those who came before and those facets yet to add their piece to the composition.

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Wednesday, May 5, 2021

A Pandemic of Lies and Hate: A Poem Against Racism and Ableism

    


A poem for my students
inspired by the Spring 2021 syllabus:
Eugenic Monsters: A Seminar on Race and Disability
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Our minds and worlds change
By the power of new mutations
That scratch, burn, and slash at the walls the old theses
And the monsters always escape

This semester we grew together
At a distance of at least five feet apart
Hearing the call to tell the stories
Of our restitution, our chaos, our quests.

And beloveds, we know the traumas
Ancient and new keep haunting us
From generation to generation
Unless we face scars on bodies and our institutions

Indeed, it is only by looking
That we will begin to see our own stares
And behold how our monstrous eyes
Kept us from seeing one another or ourselves

For long we have lived under the tree
That drops fruits unlike those that came before
Apples and Macs, all sorts of dirty computers
In spectrums of crazy pynk and classic black

Far from this tree we roam
Letting go of our isolation
Learning to enjoy our isms
And to speak in new ways

In queer trees we rest
Dotting paths of transitions
With lilies and pink flamingoes
Towards horizons of letting go and trying again

We know we best be careful
When we step out onto this road
For we know it will take us under hill and over mountains
Seeing the world open below with infinite individuality

Along the way we hear confident men calling
Towards the circus, towards the crusade
Promising misleading information
That lead into the chasms between truths and lies

Yet your minds and your hearts will grow
Stronger, nimbler, more flexible
Able to contemplate the Twilight
And the Gods of the Upper Air

Whatever Love or Larceny
Brings you out of this world
Keep open to unexpected otherness
And you will learn to live with mysteries

The future of this monstrous world is yours to write.
So stay focused, don’t forget the small things,
Because a single stone can bring down mountains.
What you know, what you do, what you say, what you think matters.


 
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Queer Faith in Times of Crisis: A Poem

   

A poem for my students
inspired by the Spring 2021 syllabus:
Queer Christianity
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Our minds and hearts grow
Only by opening up our circles
To discover that Paradise is as small or as big
As our ability to live with mystery and otherness
 
During these Little Hours we have spent together
We have rode buses from kingdoms to kin-doms
Across states and states of mind
Finding queerness in the secrets parts all around us

Through Hell we have harrowed fear, pain, and chaos
Conquering conversion therapy and colonialism
With the hope of abolishing the walls and prisons
That isolate the most precious parts of us

Veering into the Limbos of the Unknown
We have lost our sense of straight time and place
Following the horizons of utopia
Beyond unlivable lives and categories

Together we wrestled myths
Encountering visions of mountain tops
Of Fathers, Eunuchs, and Gay Cowboys
Dueling and shadow boxing our internalized toxicity

At Forks in the road we enter the Twilight of the semester
Finding sparkly faeries and vampires
In fields where the dirty computers dance
Screwing back down a screwed up world

And at last we end back in the beginning
Allowing ourselves to start again
To create again, to be remade again
Ever growing, ever changing, ever an unclosed circle.

The future of this queer world is yours to write.
So stay focused, don’t forget the small things,
Because a single stone can bring down mountains.
What you know, what you do, what you say, what you think matters.
 
Stay curious everyone. Thank you.--
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