I was asked Friday if I was gay. This hasn’t been the first time I’ve been asked, of course, and it certainly won’t be last. I’m sure none of you are surprised. From what little you can gather about me, you know, at the very least, that I’m male and I blog. Not only do I blog, though; I blog about feminism. Caring about women’s equality just reeks of homosexuality, doesn’t it?
Now don’t misunderstand me. I really have no problem in having my sexuality questioned. In fact, it’s sometimes nice when the topic comes up (at least in a certain manner, Friday not being one of those). Coming from some people, I realise they understand just as I do that heterosexuality isn’t normal, just normative. So really, I have no problem with it. When coming from certain people, though, usually people who intend to harm, humiliate, or otherwise discomfort the person being asked (and those who quietly assume a person’s sexuality go here, too), that questioning of one’s sexuality is worth examining.
Now, it isn’t my intention to appear self-absorbed here, but I know myself and I think I make an adequate case study, so I’m just going to go ahead and use myself as an example here. I am very much unconventional, as many of you might have guessed. Sure, I present myself very clearly as gendered when it comes to appearance, but my behaviour, I feel, challenges (and sometimes defies) boundaries. Very quickly, here’s a list of things that irk the more conventional: I’m an active feminist, feminist blogger, vegan, women’s studies major. As such, I challenge forms of oppression, I challenge norms. I work in gendered spaces (offices, teaching positions). I also enjoy doing traditionally feminine things, such as cooking and baking. Now, almost every time I meet a new person and have a meaningful conversation with them, my sexuality eventually comes up as a topic for discussion. Maybe you disagree, but I think it’s quite clear: Something is up.

Posted by Derek

Posted by Derek