No. 1, 2003
Navigating Spaces: Lesbians Claiming Territory
ByAlia Levine
The concept and
definition of “family” have fractured and shifted over time, with changes
in the two-parent family structure according to new “norms.” Higher
divorce rates, and the economy in an increasingly consumption-driven
society, are just two factors leading to a breakdown of the more traditional
patriarchal hierarchy of father/husband as sole breadwinner in a heterosexual
family unit.
Despite this shift
away from a more conservative notion of what defines “family,” the heterosexual
model is still the point of reference for all discussions of “family.”
Those families that do not fit this model face the challenge of nego-tiating
a space for them-selves in an environment that may be less than welcoming.
What makes it especially difficult is that the heterosexual family unit
is reinscribed as normative and validated in almost every form of media.
Moreover, it is supported and sustained (at the expense and to the exclusion
of other models) by both churches and states around the world, as illustrated
by laws such as those relating to marriage, adoption, and inheritance
rights.
The conservative
model of the family unit is both sacrosanct and ubiquitous. Critiques
of the family unit reveal the “sanctity” of the family as an illusion,
a tactic created to benefit a select few. Not only are lesbians excluded
from this model, they may also be identified as threats to it. The family
can also be seen as a metaphor for society, complete with its own hierarchies
and patriarchal laws. Thus, where can a lesbian, who by definition exists
outside the model family, find a legitimate space for herself in what
may potentially be the oppressive, discriminatory structure of the family
unit—and its larger equivalent, society?
Cheryl Clarke in
a 1983 article has a cynical view of what she describes as “the mythic
family unit.” From her vantage in the United States, Clarke comments,
“Consider the family as this country’s preeminent model of love. Supposedly,
the family is a space of safety, intimacy and privacy...the family offers
us respite from the hardships of the public, workaday world.”
Challenging this
all-inclusive image, Clarke asks, “Where is the love? In the normal,
middle-class family who kicks their 15-year-old son out of the house
for fucking the captain of the football team?”
Is there space for
lesbians (and for that matter other queer folk) in your “average, everyday”
family, and/or in your “average, everyday” town? It’s not that hard
to find news of “hate crimes”—look on any queer news website, or check
out the Lambda Legal Defense and Education Fund—and learn about the
insecurity of our very existence, not to mention the safety of any space
we may have for ourselves. Pull together a room of lesbians and their
coming-out stories, and you’re bound to hear stories of persecution:
the family who didn’t talk to their daughter—or their sister—for eight
years; the mother who would steal off to meet her daughter in secret,
lest she also incur the wrath of a hurt and angry (or just plain homophobic)
father/husband. Of course, there are positive tales too: my mother was
almost relieved when I told her I was gay—she couldn’t stand the boys
I used to bring home! There are those who are fortunate enough to have
other gay family members, there are those who have family who wave the
PFLAG (Parents and Friends of Lesbians And Gays) with vigour, and there
are those who—rather than fight to be in a club they don’t even like—create
loving, accepting families of their own. Clarke celebrates the options
open to those who don’t subscribe to a draconian family order, as she
declares, “We have the potential to wrench apart a social order where
the personal, the private and the public are maintained as separate
realms. We have the capacity to upset the strict set of rules prescribing
what is allowed to take place in each one.” In other words, the mere
state of openly being a lesbian has the potential to disrupt and break
down long-established social structures; those heterosexual spaces (the
home, the workplace, the neighbourhood) that have been held in place
by silence, homophobia, and oppres-sion. By stating our identities—as
gay, queer, anything other than heterosexual—we are claim-ing (or reclaiming)
space in our environments.
Clarke’s comments
are as applicable to societal structures as they are to the confines
of “the family.” It is incumbent upon us (not only lesbians, but also
other minorities or oppressed groups) to ensure to the best of our abilities
that the space we choose to inhabit (or may need to create) is one that
will not vilify, discriminate against, harm, or kill us. Finding, inhabiting,
or creating such a space—publicly, that is—is not always possible, in
the family or in greater social spheres. Not all countries or states
have human rights laws that protect the rights of lesbians, and even
those that do are not able to fully ensure one’s safety and well-being.
For this reason, for many, discretion may be the better, if not the
only, part of ensuring one’s own safety and keeping the peace in the
family and the broader society.
In Boots of Leather,
Slippers of Gold: The History of a Lesbian Community, Elizabeth Lapowsky
and Madeline D. Davis define “family” as a group who, “by definition,
takes an active interest in its members’ social life, and expects its
members to participate in the same activities.” This definition by no
means implies an unconditional inclusion for all. Making known one’s
identity as a lesbian is a risk. It can mean losing your place in the
family, to be out of the closet can mean being cast out of the home;
the entire option (let alone the expectation) to “participate” can be
rescinded.
Lapowsky and Davis
describe the challenge of negotiating space within one’s family when
they observe (in this case, of lesbian life in the 1930s and 1940s),
“The goal of discretion in family life, therefore, was not so much to
keep members of the immediate family ignorant of one’s lesbianism, but
rather to avoid further disruption of family relationships and to protect
one’s immediate family from general social disgrace and ridicule by
fellow workers, neighbours and relatives.”
A close friend of
mine recently (neither the 1930s or 1940s!) experienced first-hand this
type of discrimination-by-discretion. When invited to be the maid of
honour at her sister’s wedding, she was told that, while she was welcome
to bring her girlfriend (who was very welcome in her family’s home),
they were to refrain from kissing or dancing together lest the groom’s
family or guests take offence at the public display of lesbianism, which
would then reflect poorly on her sister, the bride-to-be. The extent
of acceptable public behaviour was limited to holding hands.
Stories such as
this always sadden and anger me, for they are reminders that lesbians
still must resort to struggling, negotiating, and tenaciously clinging
to their human rights to openly inhabit space in the world—as lesbians.
Has so little changed from the era described by Lapowsky and Davis?
Instead of an inherent entitlement to choose and define the parameters
of one’s space—when, how, and where one desires—one is forced to debate
and negotiate the terms of one’s space. The terms of my space, as a
lesbian, should not be open to debate, negotiation, or, in the case
of the lesbian at her sister’s wedding, compromise. It may in fact be
easier, in some cases, to negotiate, demand, or simply take one’s own
space in a city of millions than within an intimate family environment.
Sally Munt, in Heroic
Desire: Lesbian Identity and Cultural Space, discusses alternative ways
in which lesbians create and negotiate space. For her, the lesbian’s
negotiation of space takes place within the most intimate space—the
body. “Who belongs in social spaces, and what are the criteria for membership?”
Munt asks. She remarks, “This thing I call ‘my space’ is a portable
self, sometimes reducible to my body, often extended, in order of priority
to my house, my car and my office.” In an environment that is unaccepting
of lesbians, this internalised, solitary space may be the only option.
Unlike what is considered
your average, white, Western family unit (mum, dad, 1.2 kids, station-wagon,
dog, and hopefully a picket fence) where one’s space in the world is
accepted as a matter of course (even if it may be no more than an unchallenged
notion of entitlement), as a lesbian, I am often acutely conscious of
the space I inhabit. There is always a context, and my space is both
mutable and relative. On a basic level, this can merely reflect the
company I keep and the place I inhabit. Holding hands in Provincetown,
Massachusetts (or any other exceptionally Sapphically-populated region)
is far less challenging—or risky—than kissing my girlfriend on Fifth
Avenue, New York, only to be spat on. My identity as a lesbian informs
my sense of space, for I am constantly aware that this place (this space:
my “portable self”) that I have constructed for myself may only be as
safe as the environment I am in at any given time.
The ways in which
we negotiate and claim space for ourselves and within such constructs
as our families and society—our communities, workplaces, cities, countries—are
endless. Lapowsky and Davis’s description of the lesbian compromise,
existing in a discrete external space, is very different from Munt’s
depiction of a private, internal space. And both are extraordinarily
different from Clarke, who states, “To be queer is to make love public,”
challenging the reader, “Will you take that risk?”
Of the three, Clarke’s
take is my favourite. By being defiantly gay—being out from the outset,
we can disallow speculation and assumption—in this space, there is no
space for discussion or debate, no room for discretion. In the economy
model of my fantasy, for me, the ideal family would always be, as Clarke
so succinctly—and romantically—puts it, a “preeminent model of love.”
It would be a place where discretion—like a pair of shoes muddied with
the outdoor grime of societal judgement and discrimination—would be
left at the door. One’s family would be the core place where one could
guarantee a sense of (safe) space, protected from outside ignorance,
prejudice, and oppression. In my dreams, though, in the super-deluxe
version of my fantasy, the above model of the ideal family would be
merely a replica of greater society at large. Society would be such
that the negotiation of lesbian space would be unnecessary.
A
staunch lesbian/feminist/antipodean, Alia Levine moved from New Zealand
to her family’s native city, New York, in 1997 (she only planned to
visit), where she works as a freelance writer/editor/consultant in the
land of publishing and human rights. She is a Women’s Studies/English
Literature graduate from Victoria University, New Zealand.
References:
Cheryl Clarke. 1983. “Lesbianism: An Act of Resistance.”
In This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, edited
by C. Moraga and G. Anzaldua. New York: Kitchen Table.
Elizabeth Lapowsky and Madeline D. Davis. 1993. Boots of Leather, Slippers
of Gold: The History of a Lesbian Community. New York: Routledge.
Sally R. Munt. 1998. Heroic Desire: Lesbian Identity and Cultural Space.
New York: New York University Press.
In
This Issue:
Oppressive Traditions Must Be Challenged in
the Home First
Women
Have to Cope as AIDS, Economic Woes Afflict Zambia
At Home with the Struggle
Extended Families Wane as Group Parenting Vanishes
in Zambia
Locations of Silence
Navigating Spaces: Lesbians Claiming Territory
HIV/AIDS in Tanzania: Why are Girls Still Being
Buried Alive in Muslim Communities?
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