I am pissed off with Queer Theory, finally. Really pissed off.
I think it is a white male middle-class, academic ghetto. Why would I trust what comes out of it any more than any other discipline that is a white male middle-class academic ghetto?
I am doing my best to read the Good Books and be a Good Student and I am not enjoying it.
Yes there is a history to be told. Yes some pioneers have told/are telling that history. But now it has become a history that excludes, that privileges (and I hate that word and use it very rarely) a narrow sector of society. White middle class male gay men.
Some queer theorists say they are critical of the ‘gay’ identity. the homogenous, white, male, gay. But in a way it suits them that it exists.Because it mirrors who they are.
All the references are white male middle class gay men: Deleuze, Whitman, Genet, barthes, Blah blah blah. They have canonised these men and now they represent what ‘queer theory’ is. With a cursory nod to Butler, who is really an honorary man.
Well fuck you.
I don’t have a ‘group’ that mirrors me and my experience. Feminism doesn’t reflect or represent me. Lesbian history doesn’t. Neither does transgender/queer/gay/bisexual. I don’t have a ‘history’ that I could convey in a list of people’s names that are like me. That is what being queer is for me. It is like being homeless. I don’t reify that. It’s nothing to write home about. But you homos have got a ‘home’. I just think you are all getting a bit too comfortable sat in it, on your armchairs, smoking your pipes. It is just another boys’ own club.
I am reading about lesbians in 1960s France. I am reading about black men in 1990s America. I am reading about Macedonian men in 1980s Europe. I am reading about sex workers in Odessa now. I am trying to do what Foucault taught me. Knowledge is for cutting.
He didn’t want to be ‘an academic’ or ‘a gay’. SO all those big gay academics who love Foucault so much and enjoy the power of owning knowledge. I don’t think you are remembering Foucault how he would have wanted to be remembered.
You have missed the point.