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Wednesday, September 10, 2014
HEBE, THE BEST LITTLE PARLOR MAID ON OLYMPUS
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Sunday, December 22, 2013
PONDERING CONTEMPORARY SEX
Saturday, March 03, 2012
RAW NARCISSISM
I don’t sign up for RSS on many blogs but one I’ve kept up with since I was reading 2blowhards years ago is “the rawness.” (http://therawness.com) As I understand it -- and I may be way off base because I don’t really know -- this is written in New York City by a half-Haitian (black, I guess) man addressing the many many young and youngish men trying to make it in the city. They are obsessed with “game” and though they seem on the surface to mean by that scoring with women, in fact this guy (who signs himself “T” or Ricky Raw) gives advice about “human nature” and how to be a better person. He’s pretty damn solid.
The big recent topic? Narcissism. Both in terms of those alpha guys who elbow a milder man away from the bar and in terms of the histrionic female vampires who can eat a man alive and unpeeled. The main argument of the moment is that people learn narcissism from narcissistic parents -- too busy, too self-absorbed, too incompetent -- to raise the children they have been too narcissistic to prevent having. What this teaches the kids is to look out for themselves (replicating narcissism), although sometimes with a crippled, needy parent, they end up being sucked into taking care of them. Then they are a “parentified child” or “co-dependent,” always more comfortable when taking care of someone. Narcissism and codependence are reciprocal, often playing off against each other and leading to grandiosity, control issues, and other miserable stuff like borderline personality disorders. But when a narcissist finds a codependent and they’re a good fit -- hey, it’s intense. And some people really want that. Others do not.
This blogger-man reads book after book and is shrewd and dependable in his opinions of them. He’s not the male equivalent of a Helen Gurley Brown “Sex in the City” game player, but rather someone looking for the real thing: trustworthy and lasting relationships that support a meaningful life. I have three responses.
One of my tests is whether these ideas work with same sex relationships. I think that narcissism/codependency dysfunctions do indeed work as useful concepts in that context and I can think of examples among the people I know. Another of my tests is whether these ideas are a useful way to think in terms of ministry relationships and, again, I find that they are. A third context is in parent/child relationships and in this case the dynamics of identity formation are very relevant. The whole point of the generational boundary -- that the party with greater power and control be careful to protect the vulnerable instead of using them for their own ends -- is illuminated clearly.
Going back to the first context, let’s look at Yves St. Laurent (the Paris fashion designer) and Pierre Bergé (his partner in business and at home), so I can talk about same-sex relationships without getting into trouble. (When you look up Valier on one of those community analysis websites, they will tell you there are NO gay or lesbian couples here. How do they know??) So -- in terms of the Paris fashion world, this was a long and productive partnership. The two men were not “equal” -- one could argue that St. Laurent was a child while Bergé was the adult, but it was equally true that St. Laurent was creative in a way that Bergé was not. They had an asymmetrical but reciprocal relationship. Probably you could say that St. Laurent was a narcissist and Bergé was co-dependent, an enabler. It worked because it WAS about work and I believe that’s a key stabilizer. In all these discussions of “game” there is never a hint of the people involved collaborating to do something they feel passionately about. Everything is devoted to the two people’s relationship. Everything is face-to-face instead of side-by-side. Each other is the only thing they feel passionately about. A major and consuming mistake IMHO.
In the best of conventional worlds, the “something” the two adults would feel passionately about protecting and growing would be children. Conservatives feel this is the point of sexual relationship. But two adults could also join in other enterprises, like business, arts, a cause of some kind, a garden, military life, a ranch, or public service. The goal needs to be something compelling enough to supply the discipline capable of curbing the excesses of grandiose narcissism and toxic enabling. In my experience, men are better at finding this uberprinciple than women are, but only slightly. And it is a mistake to let the guiding cause justify excesses of power. A complexification in the case of two same-sex people is the stigma. If there is enough money or fame, the stigma is erased, but not the curiosity, unless people have seen enough, as in a liberal community.
Next we get into the accepted stereotype of the charismatic and admired church leader and his little supporting hen of a preacher’s wife, uncomplainingly raising the children alone and overlooking insults and trespasses for the sake of the greater good. Female ministers walk into a confusing mix of requirements based on gender stereotypes instead of practical roles. (Is she Sheena, Queen of the Jungle, or Ingrid Bergman playing a nun?) Ministers attract codependent people in droves, both genders, not always based on sex. If these needy people are frustrated, they can be vengeful. If the religious conviction is strong enough to be a governing discipline, that helps.
Back to the parent/child cathexis: how does one wean a child from the natural dependence of babyhood in an emotionally healthy way? First of all, attention must be paid to the child. Second, a child is not a puppet and must be trusted to do his or her own growing in his or her own way but without letting him or her play in traffic. Third, listen to the stories. The great strength of “The Rawness” is that he offers story after story. Mostly, in resilient families, the members go in and out of narcissism and co-dependence, learning as they go where the balance is and how to feel it. Every kid is different, times are different, unexpected things happen. Either it’s fascinating and increases the amount of love, or everyone goes into lockdown and gets drunk, or there’s some variation in between. Hopefully without violence.
And hopefully these ideas are interesting and useful enough to avoid all the pointless obsessing about “stress.” There’s too much “game” in stress, mostly coming from pharmaceutical companies. It gets very boring.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
MARY'S BROTHER JAMES (Invented)
Now we're in the mega-urban-floating-in-a-diaspora age and what the heck does that mean for fathers? Clearly resurrection is off the table now. But not crucifixion (AIDS, for instance).
A father is supposed to protect, nurture, educate, be a role model, provide a living. A lot of fathers do exactly that. Some don't. Some have never evolved beyond being hunter/gatherer/warriors and only know how to do that. The best they can do is to throw the kid into the pickup with them when they light out for the territories. They are Esau, the hairy man, the hunter.
Maybe today is not for a generation of fathers. Maybe now it's up to the brothers. Jesus had brothers or at least half-brothers. We don't know about Joseph’s or Mary’s brothers. Let’s try imagining Jesus' Uncle Jimmy, the one who is gay. This is a sort of new gospel. There are a LOT of really old gospels, you know -- old scrolls stuffed into jugs and lying in caves. The authorities just picked out the ones they liked (four of them) for the New Testament and put some of the others in the Apocrypha, but there are even more. In one of them Jesus keeps kissing John on the mouth. So much is well-known and accepted in the study of religiion that ministers are not allowed to take back to congregations. But this “gospel” (good news) is one I’m making up. Not in a spirit of mockery, but as an exploration. You won’t find any confirmation.
I had an Uncle Jimmy, actually my great uncle, my grandfather’s brother. An ugly little man who worked his heart out every day and had the gentlest, most generous spirit of anyone I've ever known. Totally unlike my fiery unreasonable grandpa. Yet when we pulled into his yard late one night and put up our tent trailer, he came out with the shotgun because he thought we were stealing off his woodpile. He was capable of being fierce. He was not gay; in fact, not very sexy at all, but he was quite real. I borrow his name with fondness.
NA tribes who didn't have a tight grip on conception -- so couldn’t always point to the father -- expected the mother's brothers to do the teaching and protecting. And disciplining. So let’s imagine that Jesus has an Uncle James. (Maybe he was gay, but he certainly didn’t have AIDS, which didn’t make the jump to humans until later, though they say now that the monkeys had it 30,000 years ago.)
Let’s get outrageous. What if Jesus turned on Joseph one day, the way he did on the money-changers, and said, "Joseph, old man, you're a loser. I don't want to be a carpenter all my life, I'm outta here." And maybe in exasperation Joseph beat him. In those days he could legally stone his son to death. And then maybe Uncle Jimmy (who was after all not Joseph's brother but Mary's brother) came to find Jesus and took him home and comforted him and sent him off to India, the San Francisco of those days. (Still is!) And Jesus picked up a lot of ideas over there and brought them back with him. Things like “no violence” and compassion for the poor, magic like how to multiply loaves and fishes. Gandhi sorts of things.
Consider Mary’s point of view. Being inseminated by God must be quite terrifying. None of the girls of the Greek myth world seemed to welcome Zeus. Their children didn't fare so well. But then neither did Jehovah's son. I should think at that point Mary would have been pretty grateful for a sheltering man with a home and a job, despite the amount of moving around they seemed to have to do, but maybe she also depended on her brother Jimmy quite a bit. He had no children. That might NOT be because he was gay, because gay men can still inseminate and they can still be “turned on” circumstantially to women or they might simply be adaptable.
Among the Plains Indians there was a certain “type” who enjoyed women’s work, dressed as a woman, and had a special fondness for children -- NOT pedophilia (that’s a Euro concept, isn’t it?) but “uncleness,” care for the well-being of nieces and nephews. I’ve known local tribal men like this. They didn’t dress like women, but they enjoyed women’s work, even as defined contemporaneously. (Secretaries and nurses.) I don’t know any stories about transvestites in the Bible -- just in “Jesus Christ Superstar.” But that’s irrelevant anyway. Gay is not the same as cross-dressing which is more like identity confusion. Of course, Jesus wears a long dress and some people argue about his sexuality. In fact, I reject the whole thing of male versus female as a construct sometimes useful and often not. I think gender/sexuality exists as a spectrum in society and as uniqueness in individuals.
What does gay Uncle Jimmy have to contribute in a male role model sort of way? One thing that comes to mind is love of the arts -- not that one has to be gay, but my girl friend in the fourth grade had a gay uncle who took us to the ballet. (I didn’t realize he was gay then.) Of course, my theatre classmates included a lot of gay guys -- quite various, not types. Among my students I noticed that some boys were good friends to girls. Some protected smaller, weaker boys. Might or might not have been gay.
Biologists have known all along that maybe a tenth of males in any mammal species will attempt sex with other males rather than females. The question is how they have escaped being weeded out by evolution. The answer is that survival fitness is not a matter of individual success but of the persistence of the whole group, the tribe. If individual success is at the expense of the group, survival is endangered. Contributions to survival in the cases of both gays and grandmothers is not in reproduction, but in the health and resourcefulness of the children once they are born. Life is a continuation of the gestation begun by insemination in the womb, extended outside the mother. Even the sacrifice of the occasional fetus/infant/youngster in the interest of better lives for the rest of the group can be a “fitness for survival.” We are mistaken to think that aggressive fierceness in men is a fitness when it destroys groups and possibly nations in useless wars.
The importance of the Uncle Jimmies of the world is that they share genes with their families and contribute to their health, defense and wealth without producing more children who consume and burden. Anyway, I find them to be lovable and dependable friends.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
"LOVE IN A DARK TIME" by Colm Toibin
Another is reading with a specific goal, to try to get a grip on the concept and phenomena of “gay.” A hopeless project, sort of like trying to get a grip on, say, the concept and phenomena of India or even Native Americans. Because it’s a construct, imposed from both inside and outside so that all boundaries are controversial, and because it’s so multiple and morphing that one has to chase along with a butterfly net, hoping the mesh is strong enough to hold whatever one is pursuing.
My latest book is Colm Toibin’s “Love in a Dark Time and Other Explorations of Gay Lives and Literature.” He’s a tough, clear writer as the best Irish always are, but more than that, he always has his underlying concepts under control and sharpened. So far I’m only a couple of chapters into the book, but already the ideas are thick and rich.
The first chapter, called “Roaming the Greenwood,” addresses writers who defended against being accused of homosexuality and the second, “Oscar Wilde: Love in a Dark Time” gives a clear account of why they should do that. Maybe it’s clearer to start with the second.
Wilde was a frog in heating water, married with children, successful, gentry, popular -- all the good things. But his love affair with Lord Douglas (“Bosie”) made him vulnerable to extreme legal punishment for just that, though it was disguised as being a characteristic of his essential nature or un-nature. If he had simply cruised in the usual manner and quarters, the gentlemen’s agreement was that all would be overlooked. But when he took the relationship as seriously as, say, “gay marriage,” Bosie’s father made it publicly, crushingly, impossible. Things like property get involved, don’t they? Control, inheritance, allowances . . .
I had known that Wilde went to prison while Bosie skipped out, but I had imagined that prison meant something like Galileo’s house arrest or maybe the Marquis de Sade scribbling in a cell. In fact, Wilde was treated like a terrorist, which was pretty much the way all “criminals” were treated in those days, including those who were the victims of the criminalization of poverty. He had to sleep on a board, the food was so substandard that he couldn’t digest it, he was constantly a victim of diarrhea, and he was forced to march on a treadmill to satisfy the requirement of “hard labor.” (I hope the two female journalists just sentenced in North Korea are able to escape anything parallel.) The screaming and bellowing of whipped prisoners echoed through the place. Almost worse was the denial of reading and writing.
Wilde survived, only barely, and said his “mainspring had been broken.” Afterwards he tried to help prisoners he’d somehow grown to know, but with little success. He didn’t live much longer. It is clear to me that he was not punished for “buggery” but for being frank and self-determined, which are supposed to be characteristics of a proud and educated person. The homosexuality part only made him vulnerable to revenge for his real offenses, which were offenses to individuals (Bosie’s father) rather than to the state or to any religion.
The whole idea of homosexuality is a construct, because human sexuality is amorphous, situational, and varies in many dimensions. For instance, men who desire sex with other men is not the same as men who desire to be women or men who desire to be desired by men instead of women or men who are effeminate. Prison rapists of the weak desire power, not sex. Some have access to men they desire but no will to act on it. Some are confined by social mores. Some never realize that they desire men physically. Some displace physical desire into intellectual or even athletic channels. Some act out desire for men without feeling anything at all.
And that’s just men.
Toibin takes a look at writers who have been reverse diagnosed as repressed homosexuals, once that concept formed: people like Henry James or Kafka or George Orwell. As soon as the concept exists, it can be imposed on or drawn out of everywhere. It’s like “co-dependence” or “blaming the victim” -- as soon as you realize what the pattern is, you see it everywhere, including oneself. But then what do you do with it? It’s part of life, isn’t it?
Anyway, Toibin has this major insight: homosexuality, like anything that has to be hidden, becomes expressed in literature in many coded ways: spies, terrorists, underclasses, a life confined by convention (maybe racism) so that it is without love, a vulnerability to revulsion on the part of others (being a cockroach), being shut out, powerless. And, reversely, homosexuality -- which can be converted into all these other manifestations -- can become a coded version of them in turn. How do you know whether you are reading/writing about spies as gays or gays as spies or both?
Here’s the horror I can see coming and it has nothing to do with sex. A statistic going the rounds is that the USA has 6% of the world’s population but incarcerates more than 30%. We must be criminalizing something that the rest of the world is not. We are criminalizing minorities, mostly through maintaining the criminalization of marijuana possession in small amounts. (I support the criminalization of meth, the other poor person’s drug and a huge source of anti-social behavior.)
What I see coming is debtor’s prison: the re-criminalization of poverty, even among formerly respectable mainstream people. Forming just under the surface is a contempt for anyone who isn’t “making it” and the assertion that this is a choice. Pushing out the low-wage immigrants means that other people must be forced into their jobs, which are the equivalent of treadmills. Reforming health care means capping how much medical intervention you “deserve.” I predict that in a few decades no one will care how gay you are, so long as you’re rich. And when the costs of incarceration become too high, we will go “Chinese” and simply erase the poor, converting them into organ assets.
I’d better go back and read more Colm Toibin. If the Irish don’t know about this sort of thing, no one does.

















