Gay-leidh

Gay Gordons a certainty at charity ceilidh

Death in the Family

No, not a recent one. But twelve years ago my adopted brother Yuri lost his beloved partner, Todd. He's finally written about his experiences in a harrowing and deeply moving post here: http://yhospodar.blogspot.com/2007/07/end-of-world.html

Todd is among our beloved dead, a member of our extended family that crosses the boundaries of life and death. I think some of you who read this blog will appreciate Yuri's work. The post made me cry, and I also just like to publicize good writing.

Anciente Oirish Family Wisdomme

Having spent much of my formative years in Chicago and Boston, here is my old, "Traditional Irish," family wisdom: Stay off the streets on St. Paddy's Day.

As a kid I was embarrassed to be Irish-American. The sight of shamrocks, green fucking beer, the Gods-damned green RIVER and, for many years, the color green itself, all nauseated me. Let alone the roaming packs of drunken boys looking for a fight or worse.

I was a weird kid, and didn't fit neatly into the mold of what a traditional Irish-American girl should be. Even before I became explicitly polytheist, I didn't identify as either Catholic or Protestant (my family has a heritage of both, and my parents are mostly agnostic. I had to figure out the religion thing on my own). The packs of Irish-American disaffected male youth roaming the streets of Dorchester didn't give a damn about our shared ancestry - I was a dykey freak who dressed like a glam-rock boy and a punk rocker, and whom they'd never seen at mass. Therefore, I was a potential target.

Some of the other young white women in our collective household were scared to be living in what was in some ways a "Black" neighborhood. The thing is, Dorchester was mostly Irish Catholic then, with many of the Irish folks being right off the boat. The African-Americans and Haitians were more recent arrivals, and there was significant tension in the neighborhood between the old guard and the new folks. Our household was also mixed-race, and sometimes those tensions were internal, as well. So how ironic is it that Irish-American, white girl me, was never once hassled by Black folks, but was almost gay-bashed, multiple times, by those packs of boys who looked just like me (well, minus the punk haircut and weird clothes. And btw, you don't have to be gay to get gay-bashed. But a woman alone who isn't dressing femmey will often have "dyke" screamed at her by the assailants). I am lucky I got out of that rough neighborhood alive. But wouldn't you know, to this day, whenever I mention that I used to live in Dorchester, people always get it completely backwards as to exactly who it was who made it dangerous.

Now, I've come to terms with the violence in Irish culture. It is true many of us can be a quarrelsome lot, and the alcohol doesn't help. This is why I feel it's important to have spiritual/religious traditions that focus on peace, compassion, and mutual respect. When we have to use violence, we have to know where and how to direct it for positive change rather than community destruction. It also helps to be sober. Now I know why I come from a non-drinking family. Because genetically, it seems for many of my people the choice is either sobriety or alcoholic hell. After experimenting with the other, I choose sobriety.

When I first began exploring pre-Christian, polytheistic and earth-based religions, I actually avoided Irish traditions for the first few years because they just weren't exotic enough for teenage me. At that point in my life, I really didn't appreciate or understand the good parts of my heritage, and the bad points were enough to make me go be a Hindu for a few years.

I eventually came around, and now appreciate my heritage - largely because as I learned more about the older, less-popularized aspects of Irish culture I realized all the things in my family that I knew as "just how we do things," were because we are the product of Irish and Scottish culture (and Welsh, to a much lesser extent). I also discovered that some of the customs we kept, that I thought were just idiosyncratic to my family and some of the neighborhoods I'd lived in, were actually survivals of older spiritual practices.

But the parts of my heritage which I appreciate - the values, the stories, the spirituality, the love of nature, the value of poetry and music - are certainly not all that horrible Plastic Paddy drunkenness, aggression, stupidity and twee. I still can't stand that stuff, and once again feel nauseated (and furious) when people assume that shit has anything to do with Irish (or Celtic) culture. As another blogger put it, it's "greenface".

So, my Anciente Family tradition I'd like to share on this day? Stay home.

Or, if you're lucky to live somewhere (as I do now) where people only use the holiday as an excuse to schedule Gaelic music and arts performances, and there's no more drinking than usual, and no one dyes anything green (except maybe their hair), go out and support real Irish culture. Go to a language class or seisiún, support an Irish-language (Gaeilge) musician or arts group. Make offerings to the deities, spirits and ancestors who roamed the land before anyone ever heard of St. Patrick. Remember what lives below the surface, what sustained us long before anyone commercialized and exploited a few, distorted elements of the culture. These things can, and do, sustain us still. So, if you want to be "Irish for a day," find out what Irish really is, because, for the most part, it's not what you'll see in the streets this weekend.

Slán

Kym interviewed in Green Triangle

Kym has also been interviewed in Green Triangle.

Good job, Kym and Derick!

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Interview

The new issue of The Green Triangle is out, featuring an interview with yours truly.

I am honoured. My thanks and appreciation to my excellent interviewer, C. Derick Varn.

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Terrorist Leprechauns? No, that's not offensive at all.

Over tea today DemiOrator and I were discussing the Máire Nic an Bhaird case. If you haven't heard about it, this young woman in Belfast was hassled on the street and assaulted by a cop, who bellowed at her to stop speaking "that leprechaun language" and speak "The Queens English in her country." The cop then arrested her, merely for speaking Irish, her native language.

Press coverage of the case has at times been sensationalistic, even to the extent of missing the point that this woman did nothing violent or inappropriate, and that the arresting officer showed ethnic and cultural hatred. Message board posts and other fora have shown all sorts of bigotry arising from unsuspected (and predictable) corners, with some people basically accusing those of us with an involvement in Gaelic languages to be somehow connected with "terrorism". (Hey... this sounds familiar.)

DemiOrator has some more links about the case here: Forbidden Irish.
The case is also covered in the current issue of CARN (The Magazine of the Celtic League).

P.S. - CARN is currently struggling financially, so if you've ever considered joining the league and/or subscribing, this would be a good time to do so. A subscription is included with membership.

The CR FAQ, of course

In case you haven't seen it in the 900 other places it's been discussed in the past few days, our CR FAQ project is now published on the web. We are busily preparing the manuscript for the book version, which will be available through the website. Much thanks to all who helped us with this, whether through your contributions, feedback, or kind words when we needed encouragement. Come and check it out.

More on Bobby Sands and the Blanketmen

I did a followup post the next day on LJ: http://caitriona-nnc.livejournal.com/132353.html
and a more personal coda here: http://caitriona-nnc.livejournal.com/132760.html

The Stardance Project

As a former dancer and choreographer, now sidelined by injuries and identifying a great deal with the protagonists in these books, this is a cause I heartily support. The excerpt below was originally posted on Jeanne and Spider's website:

AN INVITATION FROM JEANNE ROBINSON

I'd like your help in making a thirty-year dream of dance in zero gravity come true.

If you've read THE STARDANCE TRILOGY that Spider and I wrote, or the Hugo and Nebula Award winning novella that began them, then the concept of free fall dance is one you've already encountered. The idea even attracted the attention of NASA--and I nearly got to be the first to actually dance in space.

I've been dancing and teaching dance all my life. I was founder and artistic director of Nova Dance Theatre, a professional contemporary dance company, in Halifax, Nova Scotia from 1980-87, and choreographed over 30 original works for performance. When NASA became aware of "Stardance," and my dance background that led to it, I was shortlisted for a seat on the Space Shuttle, as part of NASA's Civilian In Space Program. I was to be the first zero gravity dancer.

But, the program was cancelled when the first civilian chosen for the program was killed in the Challenger Tragedy. Now, twenty years later, I'm being given a second chance to choreograph dance in space…

on film.

Update: News on this project can now be found at http://www.stardancemovie.com/