“Juggling the Rainbow“ is a collection of 13 personal writings about non-monogamous relationships, made in Aotearoa/New Zealand 2010.
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Juggling the rainbow
Last night I made dinner for an activist;
She had a funding deadline to meet.
She had to collate figures, then find ways to re-jig them,
But I just wanted her to eat.
I may not be a flag-waving anarchist,
I may not ever give a great speech,
But if she didn’t take a break;
Drink some tea, eat some cake,
Then she’d fall in a heap at my feet.
Last night I made love to an activist;
I had to tie her down to get the job done.
Her language was brutal,
Her nudity, full frontal,
But I still made my activist come.
As my activist lay in my arms,
Happy in her post-coital state,
She caught sight of the clock,
Promptly went into shock;
The funding application was late!
Last night I was chased by an activist:
I ran naked down streets in the dark.
For hell has its fury
But nothing compares to an activist on the war path.
Don’t make the mistake that I did.
Now I’ve got her fist in my face.
Don’t come between an activist and her project,
Or you too may suffer the same fate.
September 23rd is Celebrate Bisexuality Day. There are currently ten events happening up and down the United Kingdom. The Bisexual Index has a great piece on the need for this day. Wear purple, and have a good one!
So I notice that it is ‘No Make-up Week’
Wow. Did everyone forget about real issues for a bit, so they had to come up with something in a rush? Do you guys have to meet some kind of quota? Funny, but I last wore make-up fifteen years ago, because the choice of make-up for black women in the U.K was practically non-existent. Did I mention it was about five times as expensive as make-up for white skins?
“women said they would rather employ a woman who wore makeup than one who didn’t.” Hmm. I think these are probably the same people who are less likely to hire women who are disabled, or black, or openly queer. Or am I reading that wrong too? Because when one of these women walks into an interview, she has to face disbelief that she went for the job in the first place, racist/phobic/sexist attitudes from the panel, and questions as to whether she plans on having kids any time soon. This is all stuff that most white/straight/able-bodied women don’t even have to think about.
Really, like I needed another reason to not call myself a feminist? So to everyone taking part in the No Make-up shindig, you might want to try ‘Not being so bloody middle-class week’ or ‘Address Racism week’ instead. You know, because us black, disabled and queer folks would really appreciate it. Really.
Why I love my colleagues
Working in a library is not quite as fun as this. However I am very fortunate that in the library I work in, I can be out as bisexual, polyamorous and kinky. I’m gratified when my colleagues say, ‘Have a good BiCon!’ or when they proof-read my latest piece of erotic fiction before I send it off. I’ve got a double photo frame up with pics of my boyfriend and my girlfriend, and no one gives me a hard time about it. So thank you, fellow-workmates (this DOES NOT include my boss). You are the kind of allies I need. Library staff really do rock!
P.S – Finding pics of black folk being spanked is difficult indeed. But totally worth it!