A.Shields

Posts from author and musician Ash Shields about that sort of stuff. Author of Against the Current and Project Evasion. Musician under the name of Ash Shields and Open Eyes, works with Dyaltov, a third of Dionysian Productions. I produce a show at 95bFM, produce and present two at Fleet FM and write reviews and things for NZ Musician. Trans. she/her/hers or neutral (a/ath/athes preferred) pronouns. This blog isn't used all that often, check other links for a link to the personal one.
Wed
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j-e-r-a:

microraptoria:

Source. This is a real thing. It’s happening.

HIV Has Been Cured in a Child for the First Time

HIV Cure: New Drug ‘Vacc-4x’ May Become First Functional Cure Against the Virus

The Man Who Had HIV and Now Does Not

This is HUGE news, and of course no one is talking about it because it is not a part of popular culture. For the first time in the history of the world, there is a possible preventative cure for one of the most deadliest viral diseases to have entered the human gene pool. There is hope for those who have been diagnosed with a disease that may have given them only 20 or so years to live. This breakthrough in the science/pharmaceutical community means that other viral diseases and genetic mutations that were once incurable are now on the table for complete eradication. I’m absolutely seething that no one is talking about this on the news 24/7, but instead talking about Miley Cyrus or the biggest videos on Vine.

(Source: itstonybetch)

Tue
11

transanalogyhoppip:

if weaponised femininity seems more like appeasement than revolution to you it is because it has never been revolutionary for you to seem feminine

Tue
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Holy crap less than 15,000 signatures to go before the White House have to discuss nonbinary genders!

lottelodge:

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That’s amazing! There’s less than two weeks left; Tumblr, spread it like some kind of delicious sandwich filling! And for glob’s sake, SIGN IT!

Mon
893

votequimby:

ok so here’s the deal 
Australian followers here’s what’s up 
I wonder if any of you know how seriously the Abbott government is going to completely annihilate young students. My mum has called me and told me I can come back home because she’s so legitimately worried. There’s a storm coming and I really hope you guys are aware of the actual relevant ramifications of it. 
first things first, here is my profile and listen carefully if this sounds like you because we are the demographic that are going to be most hurt by these education cuts amongst other Abbott legislations. 
Young, Indigenous, Female, rural born, low income family. 

now repeat after me the magic word. HECS. 
if you aren’t familiar with the Australian University system we have HECS, a government owned loan system. It’s like student loans except they don’t disappear when you die, which sounds harsh but, there is no Interest on HECS debts and it also does not become payable until you start earning a certain amount of income, even then it comes out automatically from your pay on a sliding scale according to your income. University isn’t free but for decades on end it can seem like it. 
now lets say our farewell to HECS 
HECS is soon to be sold off to private debt collectors which means INTEREST and PAYMENT PLANS, DEBT, CREDIT RATINGS. Even if you were on HECS before the privatisation you better believe your sweet butt you’re gonna be paying that interest whether you like it or not. 

Now, here’s a few more magic words Australians love to hear, Newstart, Youth Allowance, Abstudy. 
 It’s no secret that capitalism and economic liberalism etc etc favours the bank accounts of the rich minority, we are all very well aware of that, so it should be to no surprise that when it comes to budget cuts in order to ‘stimulate our economy’ it is always in the best interest of that rich minority to take the money out from underneath the bottom rung. 
We can not only say hello to lower Welfare rates but also the complete obliteration of stimulus packages and benefits. Half yearly Abstudy and Youth Allowance recipients are entitled to $1000 from the government to aid in the purchasing of textbooks, amenity fees as well as housing for college students who are kicked out during holiday periods. 
We can say goodbye to that. Well….we can keep it…..but it goes into our HECS debt if we choose it…..and pay interest. 

We can also say Goodbye to Student fare prices. Already in Sydney you are unable to buy student tickets at machines, which means, paying double whenever a ticket window isn’t manned…..and ticket windows are never manned.
SO! 
Farewell to the country that gives people like me, very poor an opportunity to live in a big city, study at a big university and educate myself to break the cycle of poverty. Prepare to be acquainted with the stark reality of severe class division. 
Prepare to be a low income child who is unable to be supported financially by any family member, living on 300 dollars a fortnight in a country that is notorious for it’s unbelievable house and utility costs, paying 500 dollars for text books every few months with no benefits, paying debt repayments and sooner or later working a hospitality job with zero overtime or weekend rates. 
Abbotts society looks like this. The proles are priced out of the city and mass exodus through the desert like the Jews to work in the mines, having Gina Rinehart in your ear going ‘you know, you’d be rich like me if you worked harder. I inherited my billions myself, you could too if you just worked a little harder at being born into a mining boss family, now LIFT that pick axe you dirty little journalist major’ 
Meanwhile the Monarchist Catholic has the cities the way he wants them. Rich. Rich Rich Rich Rich…so Rich no one can even get in. The Class division is concrete and the Status Quo is safe 
fuck that, we need to take some pages from the London Students. we need to get fuckin ANGRY 

Sun
4
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Thu
214

neutrois:

gaywrites:

More than 47,000 people signed a White House petition for the Obama administration to legally recognize nonbinary genders. Unfortunately, though, the petition closed before meeting the 100,000 signature minimum for the administration to consider the petition.

Petitions to recognize nonbinary genders have circulated for years, but this one gained momentum after Facebook expanded its gender options.

"Legal documents in the United States only recognize ‘male’ and ‘female’ as genders, leaving anyone who does not identify as one of these two genders with no option," the petition reads. "Australia and New Zealand both allow an ‘X’ in place of an ‘M’ or an ‘F’ on passports for this purpose, and the UK recognizes ‘Mx’ (pronounced ‘Mix’) as a gender-neutral title." …

People identifying outside the gender binary are statistically more likely to be unemployed, have experienced physical assault, or have been denied medical care than their binary-identifying transgender counterparts, according to the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force.

Hey. 47,000 signatures is nothing to be ashamed of. The next one will be even stronger. Sign it here.

The next petition has almost 50,000 signatures. More than halfway there in less than a week. Sign it here.

Mon
114

transanalogyhoppip:

so i helped a friend with her photography project, and this happened

photos by kerryn smith

Fri
3
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Fri
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Thu
8

[trigger warning for gendered slurs and abusive language]

I just got home from the AGM of the Campus Feminist Collective (by the by, I’m now one of the Mediation Officers, hooray).

On the way home, I walked past a drunk, sprawled against a storefront.

I’m used to abuse, it’s just a thing that happens. I can deal most of the time. Mostly, it’s general stuff, yelling things like “fuck you” when you don’t give them change (I just literally cannot afford to). Often I get called “sir” when they ask, which is distressing because it always seems to be when I’ve put effort in, when I’m in makeup and a dress. Occasionally I get people asking me whether I’m “a boy or a girl, or a [t-slur]”. That kind is the worst.

Tonight, though, it was okay. Maybe it’s because I’m super-confident from the election, from hanging out with a bunch of super rad women with fantastic ideas who just accepted me right off the bat. Either way.

He called me gendered slurs. He called me slut, repeatedly. He called me sexy bitch. “That girl with the fucking hips.” “Come back here slut.” “Ain’t got any money? Fucking slut bitch.”

I realise that, probably, to many cis women (shit, probably to many people in general) this would be fucking horrid, potentially even triggering. Possibly on other nights I would feel the same way. But not tonight.

Tonight, I was grinning like a madwoman. He had seen me as how I wanted to be seen. The abuse was only validating my existence. Even when he realised I was trans, and started apologising profusely, the misogynistic ass (“oh, sorry sir! i’m so sorry, sir!”) it didn’t bug me, I kept grinning.

Probably it’s sad that trans lives and experiences are just so.. much that it takes this sort of thing to feel validated and right, but right now I’m focussing on the fact that someone got it in their head to call me a sexy bitch, and I’m still grinning.

Wed
27

i have another thing to write about, but i’m wimping out, so here’s a thing.

the first time i corrected someone on pronoun usage in real life - and i don’t mean to diminish the connections and relationships i have online; this is just as real. i mean to include physical presence, speech, body language, the effort (or lack) i put into gender presentation. the first time i corrected someone under these conditions was at the unveiling of a new semi-public art piece.

i don’t want to get too into it, but also i don’t want to brush over it. suffice to say, the piece was installed on the walls. basically a redesign of the space, which happened to be the foyer of a theatre. as such, it worked with pattern, with the relationships between people and space, between audience and stage. but that’s beside the point.

i met people who looked familiar, but i couldn’t tell where from. eventually we got talking. they were students too, a year above me.

one of them got me a beer - not quite bought, considering it was free, but there was mention of a limit to the free drinks, and if the rumour was true, i was already over that limit. i didn’t want to be turned away, that just would have been awkward. so she ordered for me, and when the bartender asked what kind of beer i’d like, she looked at me. “heineken,” i answered, put on the spot. “… and heineken for him” she said after ordering her own.

"her," i said. I don’t know how loud. I thought it was loud enough, but i tend to get ignored and/or talked over a lot anyway, so perhaps not. she turned and looked at me, grinning, before turning away again.

"her," i said again, louder and slightly more determined. "huh?"

"it’s her," once more, still loud, but more uncertain this time.

she took it in her stride. “oh, sorry, my bad!”

"it’s okay, really. this is the first time i’ve actually been able to do it.” i don’t know why i told her, i had known her five minutes, but also i had three glasses of wine already.

this, too, she took in her stride. “oh, wow! i feel - kinda bad - but also sort of special. i’m glad i was part of this!”

this made me happy, for some odd reason. i felt she recognised the significance that others haven’t for similar things - people often treat it as a novelty, something they can take interest in far outside of their own lives. to her it seemed something she was actually part of, not for the novelty or fetishism, but as a genuine interaction and a genuine important moment in a human being’s life.

i spent the rest of the night with her and her friends. we spent nearly an hour trying to find another exhibition, ended up at someone’s shop then their studio, got invited to an opening, gave up and went to the beach. got pulled over on the way home for having too many people in the car. i sat on the side of the road for twenty minutes next to a girl pretending to be drunk to avoid a fine.

all night she kept using the right pronouns. referred to me as girl and lady. slipped up occasionally, as people do, but always realised and corrected herself.

i have friends who use the right pronouns for me, and i appreciate them a lot. but for someone who i’d just met to start with an assumption, get the assumption corrected (and react with “hah, elam, eh? you look gorgeous”) and continually make a real effort? it felt good. especially compared to recent letdowns with other people out there in the parts of the world i can’t control.

Tue
852
houseofalexzander:

Before I was comfortable expressing my gender fluidity out in public, I used to get really frustrated with myself and at the world. This was the first pair of leggings I ever had and I got them from my friend Julia, who was like “here, I never wear these anymore.” I pretended to just be like “…ooooookay….” but on the inside I was freaking out. I was so excited to get home and put them on.

After getting those leggings, whenever I would get upset or frustrated about not having the courage to wear them out in public, I would put them on and walk around in the woods behind my house. It was the only place I could go to be myself, feel like myself, act like myself… without fear of being noticed by anyone else.

This picture was taken by Julia, who at first was upset that I made her want her leggings back, but then encouraged me to wear them out to go shopping with her for a new pair. Finally I gave in and wore this same outfit to the mall. Lots of people stared but Julia kept me occupied with conversation, but then, it seemed like every store I walked into, someone complimented me on my leggings. At first I was so embarrassed because I felt like their comments were stated in a sarcastic kind of way. But then, I realized that even if their comments were sarcastic, it didn’t matter, because I wasn’t wearing leggings for them, I was wearing them for myself, because they made me happy.

The experience taught me that hiding my true self was not keeping anyone else but myself, from my own happiness. I learned that the approval of society and the public eye was WAY less important than being happy.

-Elliott Alexzander

houseofalexzander:

Before I was comfortable expressing my gender fluidity out in public, I used to get really frustrated with myself and at the world. This was the first pair of leggings I ever had and I got them from my friend Julia, who was like “here, I never wear these anymore.” I pretended to just be like “…ooooookay….” but on the inside I was freaking out. I was so excited to get home and put them on.

After getting those leggings, whenever I would get upset or frustrated about not having the courage to wear them out in public, I would put them on and walk around in the woods behind my house. It was the only place I could go to be myself, feel like myself, act like myself… without fear of being noticed by anyone else.

This picture was taken by Julia, who at first was upset that I made her want her leggings back, but then encouraged me to wear them out to go shopping with her for a new pair. Finally I gave in and wore this same outfit to the mall. Lots of people stared but Julia kept me occupied with conversation, but then, it seemed like every store I walked into, someone complimented me on my leggings. At first I was so embarrassed because I felt like their comments were stated in a sarcastic kind of way. But then, I realized that even if their comments were sarcastic, it didn’t matter, because I wasn’t wearing leggings for them, I was wearing them for myself, because they made me happy.

The experience taught me that hiding my true self was not keeping anyone else but myself, from my own happiness. I learned that the approval of society and the public eye was WAY less important than being happy.

-Elliott Alexzander

Tue
13

transanalogyhoppip:

what pisses me off is when people use CEOs as a stat for pay inequality, like female CEOs could you choose a more white cishet stat? no, you couldn’t if u tried

PLUS it’s such a minority of women - why not focus on the unemployed? the blue collar workers? the middle managers earning less than their male counterparts? just bc it’s ~glamorous~ and seen as more worthwhile doesn’t make it more important

how many trans WoC CEOs are there? how can your feminism be intersectional when you’re CHOOSING white cishet wealthy statistics?

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