I’m currently writing a novel based on a true story and the story ends where Autostraddle begins. As in; the narrative occupies the two years prior to Autostraddle’s founding, recounting a (fictionalized) series of events that ultimately lead the protagonist to start her own website for LGBTQ women. Thus I’ve been immersed in 2007-2009 blog posts, emails, chats, diary entries, letters and videos — and within that immersion I’ve been identifying all those tiny steps, imperceptible at the time, that became the big leap that became this place, a place we’ve only recently felt capable of defining as a location rather than a wild experiment.
We talk about that history a lot — the tangible parts, at least. The idea itself, the meetings, the layout sketches, the eager interns, the late nights on g-chat. It wasn’t until I got into the messy core of this novel that I started thinking a little deeper, though; about the spirit in which Autostraddle was born, about our roots. And that spirit is what we used to call “blogging”: voice, heart, personality, connection, writers in active conversation with readers.
The internet has changed a lot since 2006, which’s when I started my personal blog, This Girl Called Automatic Win and, eventually, its sister blog for L Word recaps, The Road Best Straddled. Back then, thousands of individual writers were divulging secrets and weaving compelling personal narratives to rapt, intimate audiences on Blogspot or Typepad or WordPress. We were earning readers through links on other blogs, or a prized inclusion in Gawker’s daily blog round-up. We were keeping up with our favorite blogs on RSS readers. Bloggers did not have robust presences on social media, because social media was not yet being used as a promotional or brand-building tool. We were not obligated, if we desired an audience, to broadcast our work in a public square where our friends, family, exes, enemies and high school geometry teachers regularly checked in. We were free to write solely for our specific audience, not for everybody you’d ever known and strangers clicking around social media for something to hate. You could build your own little world if you wanted to, and boi did we ever.
Ultimately, microblogging failed as a financial enterprise, but in the days of the early web, multi-author blogs with seemingly successful business models popped up all over, defying expectations around what kind of content was monetizable. These blogs were defined by their uncompromising commitment to personality and, often, a priority of personality over a clearly-defined subject matter: Gawker, Jezebel, The Awl, The Hairpin, The Toast, xoJane, Rookie. Sites with active comment sections and communities that formed around them, sites that solicited anecdotes and photos from readers and rewarded their comments, sites you visited not just for the stories they told but for who was telling them. There was surely a time in which I could’ve named every current Jezebel writer or editor. The type of personal writing published by these sites was not limited to polished personal essays. Personality was everywhere: in intros to link roundups, in movie reviews, in event recaps, in breathless g-chats about celebrity gossip, in headlines. “The classic blog was a writer’s medium,” writes The New Republic in What Were Blogs? “It was all about voice.”
Most self-described feminist blogs have been forced to pack up after years of effort in a media environment that favors big names and big money: “It was unclear how we could have such a ferocious audience and not be onto something,” Feministing’s former Executive Editor told The New York Times in “A Farewell to Feministing and the Heydey Of Feminist Blogging.” On Feministing itself, it was lamented “we ultimately couldn’t build a long-term funding model in today’s media environment that would allow us to compensate our team fairly for their valuable work.” (I still don’t think we’ve achieved that here, to be honest — our rates and salaries remain too far below market for my comfort.) That same article notes that feminist blogging is also a victim of its own success: having proven feminism’s popularity, larger and more monied establishment publications snatched away not just readers, but writers and editors and other staffers. You can swap in “LGBTQ” for “feminist” there, too.
The blogs that remain have largely shifted from personality-driven models to models that better suit the modern publishing landscape: posts that attract search traffic and social media shares, posts anybody could walk into without knowing a damn thing about the publication, let alone the person who wrote it, or if anybody behind the curtain had ever even talked to each other. As Ezra Klein wrote in a Vox piece about the future of blogging: “The incentives of the social web make it a threat to the conversational web… I think we’re getting better at serving a huge audience even as we’re getting worse at serving a loyal one.”
Now, writers build personal brands through newsletters, or on social media. It’s a safer place to do so, after all. As Max Read wrote in “Did I Kill Gawker”: “Twitter and Reddit and a dozen other social networks and hosting platforms have out-Gawkered Gawker in their low thresholds for publishing and disregard for traditional standards, and, even more important, they distribute liability: There are no bylines, no editors, no institution taking moral responsibility for their content.”
“With Gawker gone,” wrote Jeet Heer in The New Republic, “we have to face the prospect of the end of blogging and of the utopian enthusiasms of our youth.”
For writers like me — non-existent social skills, inability to small talk, zero effusiveness, social anxiety and the attendant coping mechanism, “clinging hard to people I already know,” that comes off as pretentiousness — blogging (and its sister arts of podcasts and vlogs) was a revelation. I’d never mastered any method of interpersonal communication in my life, including traditional journalism and “talking out loud to other humans,” until I found blogging. All I ever wanted to do with my life was make people feel less alone, and when it turned out my blog was doing just that, I was shocked and delighted and wanted to do it forever. I was so grateful for these readers, who likely gave my life more meaning than mine did theirs, and I built relationships with them, responding to every single comment on my blog for the entirety of its run and doing my best to keep up on their blogs, too. So when I started Autostraddle, we too responded to every comment. Before we had tens of thousands of readers, we had each other, commenting on everything like it was our job, in hopes it would one day be our job.
The Era of Commenting — when all over the web, active comment sections were seen as essential elements of online media conversations — is over, having fallen so far out of favor since we began that many of the new feminist sites of the ’10s, like Broadly, The Establishment, Them.us and Salty, launched without comment sections at all. We no longer basically require our writers to engage in the comments — an honestly unhinged ask, in retrospect — but we still maintain a section for readers to leave them, we still engage with them, we still always wish there were more, especially on pieces by underrepresented voices. I cannot fathom ever not reading them. Because we may be long past the days where I spent multiple Christmases hanging out on open threads that averaged between 300 – 600 comments each, but we do still see ourselves as in conversation with our readers, just as blogs have always aimed to be.
We keep that conversation going because it is vital that queer people have access to that community somewhere, even if over the years so many more of you have found it in your own lives. It is vital that newly out-to-themselves people can see that community exists amongst real people, not just TV characters and social media influencers. It is integral to our mission as a queer business that we remain in community with you and each other.
That’s why we’re fundraising. Because we believe this space is vital.
We are still a place where thirsty writers test dating apps together, where three brilliant political minds discuss and present the week’s news; where 80s/90s sitcom characters are ranked in the giant groupchat known as Slack; where the self-aware voice of our Vapid Fluff keeps us both entertained and realistic; where writers walk you through their relationships and one-night stands and heartbreaks and marriages and divorces with carefully curated playlists; where every Sunday morning this year a writer has brought you into her actual room with custom imagery as beautiful as the words surrounding it.
We are still, at heart, a blog.
We’re often citing the diminishment of queer/lesbian spaces as a reason to preserve ours, but that’s not the only nearly-extinct type of publication we are. We’re also one of the last publications still devoted to building community through voice-driven writer-first blog-style website content. Doing that under the umbrella of our current mission — to make space for all LGBTQ+ women and trans people — is an expensive and time-consuming adventure, especially because we’ve been a remote workplace that, by definition, prevents us from being in actual community with each other.
Well, we haven’t always been a remote workplace. When we started out in 2009, most of our founding team lived in New York, and we were in the same room, our co-working enabled by our COO being the former employee of an obscenely wealthy straight cis man who never stayed in his Midtown penthouse, thus enabling us to essentially move in and build together for those first many months. When our COO left town and the man ended his lease, a lot of our group work was done on my actual bed, in my living room, or at a nearby park when all the interns were in town. Without that initial in-person experience, we wouldn’t exist today. We did, back then, anticipate getting investors, opening an office, and moving our handful of remote workers out to wherever we landed as soon as we could. Like so many dreams of being a “real” newsroom, that dream was never realized. At this point it has been abandoned: we will never be able to afford such a thing.
As so many workers all over the world have learned over the past year, it’s a lot harder to build relationships and create collaboratively virtually. Creative work specifically thrives far more readily with people who know each other and can work together in real life. But for us, it’s another way we keep it cheap: not just for money saved on office space, but because workers in cities like L.A. and NYC have higher costs of living.
We began as a site that was, as much as we wanted it to be otherwise, the exact definition of a personality cult — something Laneia and Rachel and I pulled out of the only thin air we knew how to breathe, day after day, often repelling potential readers who did not like or relate to our personalities. Our writers tended to be our friends who had enough fun working here to want do it for free, and more often than not, had personal blogs or tumblrs of their own prior to joining the team. Our ability to attract writers outside of our own personal networks was mostly a reflection of the fact that there weren’t very many other places to publish queer content, let alone for money.
Thanks to y’all, we finally have the ability to offer better salaries and rates to attract an even wider variety of writers and staff to the site. We’ve still got a long ways to go — not just in the diversity of what we publish, but in building an audience who will turn up for those published pieces. We are able to take the time to do that because when accepting work from our in-slack freelancer team and their wider freelancer network, the likelihood of that work to garner traffic is not our only concern. “It has taken three years to build out a new vision for Bitch,” wrote Bitch’s first Black Editor-in-Chief, Evette Dionne, last June, before revealing that their most recent annual survey finally reflects a shift in the demographics of their readership. “Audience cultivation is a long game. Media companies are too impatient.”
What’s interesting is that our freelance budget is actually pretty huge compared to other sites of our size, most of whom publish 3-4x as many posts a day as we do. But the editors still struggle every month to not exceed it. That’s because Autostraddle is not the same six staff writers pumping out 5 posts a day each on whichever topic lands on their desk. Some of our full-timers barely write 5 posts a month, because instead they’re focusing on organizing, managing and editing the huge array of voices we need to ensure we can tell the widest variety of stories possible. We do not have one (1) TV critic who weighs in on every new show; we have a team of editors who foster relationships with a team of writers while also seeking out external freelancers to cover shows that speak to specific demographics or experiences — an asexual writer on coming out in a world without representation and Sex Education’s watershed moment, a Black queer DC comics fan on finally getting a Batwoman that looked like her, a range of trans writers on the legacy of The L Word’s Lisa the Male Lesbian. We can have conflicting opinions, even, like the variety of voices and perspectives that contributed to our L Word: Generation Q content, audio and written. A site so defined by the personalities of its writers requires a huge array of personalities available to write and edit.
I am never happier than a day when an essay connects with a whole new group of readers, or when I hear about Straddlers bonding over similar interests or passions. My number one joy in life is connecting people with similar experiences and struggles to each other — whether it be friends with similar trauma, campers I placed in the same cabin, or a commenter responding to a personal essay on this website. And I feel hopeful for a future of those moments under our new editorial leadership.
We do lose something when dedicated queer spaces like Into, Girlfriends and SheWired shutter or AfterEllen goes full TERF, but we also lose something when The Awl, The Hairpin and The (also queer-owned!) Toast do. These were places where writers were free to experiment, to be weird, to make writer-first work that isn’t easily monetizable. Nobody ever googled “Texts From Jane Eyre” or “Straight People Watch” until Daniel created the former and Erin the latter — and I can’t imagine many existing publications that’d make space for those brilliant columns to exist without a trending topic to inspire their creation. Autostraddle still makes space for weird pitches like How To Simulate Sex By Just Listening To Janet Jackson, we still present EXCLUSIVE WEDDING PICTURES from people who simply work here.
At launch in 2010, The Awl’s editors announced their site would be “an interesting experiment to see if good content can win.” In 2018, NPR lamented The Awl and The Hairpin’s closure, noting that they “stayed true to their writing-first organizing principle, but the Internet changed around them.”
The decline of sites like those occurred in tandem with the rise of even the most allegedly respectable publications giving themselves over entirely to clickbait and SEO-driven content.
Every month when I scour the internet for news on upcoming streaming programs to construct your monthly streaming guide for you, I will search something like “new on Netflix February 2021” and what comes up are dozens of websites — link farms but also basically every publication in existence (e.g., Hollywood Reporter, Variety, Vulture, Indiewire) — who have published identical posts jostling for Google’s top spot. The posts are, essentially, a list of dates and shows. No links, no descriptions, nothing. Just a list of words. If you recognize a name on the list, you might get stoked to see that V for Vendetta will be on Hulu in February, but otherwise there is no useful information here, just a post that google, for some reason, has determined is indeed the most useful information of all. No disrespect to the probably very nice writer who was assigned this post, but Buzzfeed yesterday published “Netflix Just Released Its March Titles and There’s So Much Good Stuff” and it’s just like, a header naming a show and then a picture of that show. After that happening six times, we get to — once again! — the rote list of titles, sans context, sans links. It doesn’t even explain why the good stuff is good stuff!
This is the internet, now. And honestly, I think it sucks! I haven’t even gotten into the fact that half of those websites are impossible to read ’cause I can’t open them without disabling my ad blocker, and their ads cover half the screen and involve videos that follow me around like my dog does except not cute.
And all of those posts are guaranteed to garner 100x more traffic than the one I write for you, which takes about a week to put together. I read articles and reviews, I look up and sit through trailer after trailer, I download sides and check casting calls, I grill the TV Team, I scour and update our own database, I analyze the press releases we’re sent from networks that basically become a Where’s Waldo of lesbian content since they’ve yet to master the art of Just Sending Us the Gay Stuff.
Our expertise is irrelevant to google.
Right now, the top google result for “Lesbian Movies” is a list of 20 Best Lesbian Movies to Watch Right Now by GOOD HOUSEKEEPING. That ranks four spots above Drew’s painstakingly curated 200 Best Lesbian Queer & Bisexual Movies of All Time, for which she watched HUNDREDS of films over a period of two years to make a post as high-quality as possible. If you search for “lesbian film,” Good Housekeeping is first and Drew’s post doesn’t show up at all, ever. Nor do any of the other hundred or so lists of queer films we’ve constructed over the years.
Both of these examples — my streaming guides, Drew’s movie list — are what they are because we are obsessively detail-oriented humans who care deeply about the subjects we focus on and about the audience we are garnering information for. And we would rather get it right than actually get a full night of sleep or be financially stable. So that’s a whole other psychological can of worms we can open another time.
But, if I may make this into a more important point: carefully curated work by experts who care deeply about the subjects they focus on is not favored by search engines. Search engines favor sites who write for search engines, not for people. Every year this disparity gets worse, and every year we lose more and more legacy traffic and potential readers on account of it. The proverbial lonely queer teen in the midwest could google “lesbian sex” and “lesbian dating” and not find a single Autostraddle post anywhere in their search results. #1 for Lesbian Dating, btw? GOOD HOUSEKEEPING. Google also seems to think that Forbes.com and Medical News Today know more about lesbian sex than we do. So this is what we’re up against, friends.
Last week I published a list of the straight actors who played gay the most and within hours found myself deeply embedded in the comments, working with readers to improve the list’s accuracy and breadth. It reminded me of the dead lesbians list of 2015 that became part of a movement that changed LGBT representation on film and TV forever. I’d forgotten how much I love projects like these and wish I could spend less time on the phone with banks and more time in the minds and hearts of our readers. I love learning from y’all. I love that nobody expects us to follow the typical publishing rules, that y’all know there is room for a document to remain alive. Crowd-sourced journalism is a thing for sure, but I’m not sure communities like this, where a writer keeps working on their post for weeks post-publication in concert with readers without an incentive for increased pay or traffic is almost an expected norm. I know twitter is where it happens now — where writers talk, build, research, but I’ve never really gotten the hang of that app. My home is here. And maybe yours is too, or maybe it was.
Autostraddle’s earliest iteration was an idea Carly and I had in the summer of 2007, during which time we ate a lot of peanut-butter crackers and drank a lot of vodka, called “All Our Powers Combined,” which would essentially be all the queer bloggers in our universe gathered on one central website. Maybe if we combined all of our readerships, we’d have enough traffic to make enough money to do it as a job. And in many ways, that is what we did, except for the part where we made money.
We’re sticking with this strategy: with being writer-first, with blog-style conversations, with a focus on building community and letting you into real lives. Because we are queer. We are weird. The work we do here is genuinely heartfelt, and that’s hard to find these days.
We could go back, of course. Autostraddle could end — it still might, after all. We could separate all of our powers. We could all get better-paying jobs at bigger publications or freelance for same. When we wanted to say something nobody wanted to publish, we could start a newsletter, or write a twitter thread or, if we were very lucky; get a book deal. You could subscribe to our Patreons. But I think it’s better this way.
And so we are asking for your help to keep it this way. We’ve gotten a long way in increments of $10 and $25. We are now facing our highest fundraising goal ever, and crossing our fingers that ad revenue will bounce back so we won’t have to ask for this much again. We’re asking you to give to this fundraiser, to join A+, to prove that there is still life in voice-driven, reader-first publications. I don’t think we’re better than any of the blogs that didn’t make it this far — objectively speaking, we definitely were and are not. We can surrender to the corporate interests that think Good Housekeeping knows more about gay movies and queer dating than we do, or we can keep this last little weirdo place around. We’ve gotten this far with everyone just chipping in what they can. Every person really does make a difference, contributes to the whole. Will you help keep us here? Will you help keep us queer and weird?
Definitely want to know what’s in the water at Good Housekeeping Research Institute…
Is it the ultimate irony that as well as hijacking lesbian SEO, Good Housekeeping have now also hijacked my brain so that I’m fixating on them instead of the millions of other valuable facets of this article?!
they have been HEAVY on my mind sally
Hi Riese, from a fellow hating-the-internet-now.
To me the worst thing is that many of those websites that contained millions of hours of work and expertise, created by communities, got bought and then deleted, often after big promises of keeping the old content online. So I went A+ immediately when I had money to spare.
HI TINTIN thank you so much for your commiseration AND contribution
THE ERA OF COMMENTING SHALL NEVER BE OVER, WHAT SAY YOU, PALS
yesss rmarlene YESSS
WE WILL COMMENT ON THE BEACHES!
*stirring war film music*
there may come a day when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of queer internet fellowship.. but IT IS NOT THIS DAY..this day WE COMMENT
How much better would Beaches have been if they’d both fallen for the same woman?
Oh wait wrong film comment
YOU KNOW I WILL COMMENT FOREVER
I LOVE THIS ENERGY
You will pry my comments my cold dead hands!
PRESENT AND ACCOUNTED FOR
WE R READY CHANDRA
Today, at the edge of our hope, at the edge of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other. There’s not a queermo upon the internet whose writing will stand alone. Today we face the SEO monsters at our door. Today we are COMMENTING the APOCALYPSE!!!
(I can’t like comments because of ye olde WordPress problem so this was the closest alternative I could think of!)
I am Rootin’ Tootin’ for Commints. They are tastefully puntastic.
Also they saved my sanity more than just a little.
Words cannot express how thankful I am for Autostraddle and the choices you have all made to keep it here for us! I will keep donating to every fundraiser you send our way <3 <3 <3
Thank you so much!!! <3 <3 <3
How is even this fundraising appeal one of the best-written, most heart-wrenching, fascinating pieces on this website!? HOW!? This is witchcraft!
Also, your book sounds incredible and I’m already excited to read it, and then take pictures to post on Instagram of me reading it where I tag Autostraddle.
THANK YOU SO MUCH i have always aspired to witchery
Always love to see witchcraft!
Thank you for everything you have done for this site. It really has helped!
So grateful for you and this beautiful little corner of the internet!
And wow do I miss the Toast.
small typo – the TNR piece was written by Jeet Heer, not “here” (:
Amen to that. Everything really. Thx!
Keep Autostraddle weird. I joined as an A+ member that day on April fools when Autostraddle turned their whole website into a Shenny fan page. I had forgotten it was April fools day and thought I had clicked on the wrong website and tried to access the website a couple of times before I realized what was going on. That day was so much fun and I had so many good laughs. The fact that the people that work at Autostraddle would put in that extra effort to change their whole website for one day just to put a smile on their readers faces is what makes it worth fighting for. They put in that extra effort everyday to make sure everything on their website is worth it for readers to read and engage in; so there is no throw away content. This is the website that is worth putting your support behind not those other websites where as a reader you do not matter. SUPPORT AUTOSTRADDLE
People think I’m joking when I say that Shennystraddle was one of the best days of my life but it truly was one of the best days of my life, I feel like I smiled all day long and everyone felt so tickled and trolled and it was so fun!
It was so interesting to read this and recognise immediately, yes, that’s why I loved autostraddle, and then yes, that’s why I feel like there’s nothing on the internet anymore. I’ve checked autostraddle basically every day for 10 years but I used to also have a few other websites I checked and they’re all gone.
Thanks for your insight, as always, Riese, and for all this. Reading this made it clear to me what has been so impressive about autostraddle’s journey : it should be impossible to keep a personality-driven site going whilst growing and increasingly amplifying new, underrepresented voices. Those two approaches shouldn’t work together, almost by definition. I’m really glad you’re making it work. Take my money! ❤️💰
thank you so much!!!!
What are the stories from the sites that don’t match your views and anger you? Is there a compilation?
This situation simply cannot stand! We need a commercial with Sarah McLachlan’s ‘Angel’ playing over the image of a queer teenager finding nothing but Good Housekeeping in their search results.
I AM DEAD 💀
I miss the internet of ten years ago so much, and I am glad that Autostraddle remains at least a direct descendent of that era.
me too!!! remember when there was something really funny and smart to read on like 5 different websites every day, were we ever so young
You do you and we‘ll be here.
Such an insightful and fascinating piece! It articulated exactly what I feel: that the personality and conversation that is so integral to Autostraddle, the discovery it gave me that there are people obsessed with the same things I am, and that their voices come through so clearly that I reference something Natalie said about my favourite TV show to my partner as if I had a conversation with her about it, is what made and makes Autostraddle so unique and so essential. I’m inspired by this essay to leave my first ever comment after reading Autostraddle for nine years! Happy to give to every fundraiser I can – we need Autostraddle so much! In short, Autostraddle is home. ❤️
this is an excellent first-ever comment
I read this post this morning and actually got teary-eyed. AS has never really felt like a space for me (I’m too old, apparently). but I keep coming back here, because I miss the kind of open, social web that used to be so easy to find circa 2000-2008.
Thanks for reminding me of why it was so special.
first of all i love this and second of all you’re not too old!!
All of this is why I am so proud to be an A+ member!
I commented recently on a post about Jojo Siwa that at her age, I was secretly reading Autostraddle on the family computer. I cannot imagine where I’d be if I’d instead found a Good Housekeeping article. This place is so important. (And it’s one of the last parts of the internet to really feel like a “place” — like somewhere you go to be with an authentic community). (Lol remember going places irl). Anyway, this piece really summed up what sucks about the internet now in a way that I’d never been able to articulate. Leave it to Riese to write exactly what I was thinking even though I didn’t know I was thinking it! Classic.
During the brief period when we could actually sit on a terrace and drink in public last summer, I was at my favourite brewpub and idly watching a maker faire happening in the lot next door. Here’s what I tipsily wrote :
“The perspective of generations. Watching the kid girl makers, coached by 20-ish girl makers.”
And I felt something very deep stir within me to see that the current was still going strong, that it was now lifting up folx younger than me and carrying them forward. The vision of a wave going through us was powerful and I feel that way about Autostraddle.
Though I’m now an elder by some standards, I’m so gaily alive and I even feel younger than I was before I discovered AS five years ago. I think it’s because you brought the queer gay world right to me and opened it up and said “Here ! Look at all this ! You’re in here, and you’re not alone, so much life, isn’t it wonderful ? Would you like to bare your soul in a Comment ?”
So please, blog on ! And change and evolve like you did, like you do ! You bring me so much further as a human being.
How can I not give to the best of my ability to this wondrous place, this refuge and launchpad all in one.
I’ve been thinking about this piece for a few days (and the similarities in trying to be paid for my own work) and found something this morning in a book by Harry Dodge; he quotes a 1979 book ‘The Postmodern Condition’ which defines the inhuman as ‘a type of cold and ruthless efficiency which … most everything is touched or transfigured by a drastic, dehumanising instrumentalization’.
As a queer, I wonder if this is what we inherently rail against, the dehumanising of humanness.
Human connections turned into capitalism. Powerful tools of human connections turned into capitalism. Human love and passion in empowering connecting turned into cold and ruthless corporations who can supply an endless version of an illusion of connection, which is unfortunately inherently addictive and easily money-torized.
And so we, who create tender, vulnerable spaces for ourselves and other queer, poc, disabled folx like us, get screwed over by the cold efficiency of advanced capitalism whilst our own health, housing and communities become more and more vulnerable.
I don’t know what else to say. I’m living this atm, as so many queers are, and it sucks. I really appreciated reading this piece of writing, thank you.
Riese, I admire most of what you and the rest of the AS team do, and part of me wants to help keep you going, but every time you do one of these fundraising pitches I think of that time in 2014 when you recommended an article defending Issy Stapleton’s attempted murder, which you have still never retracted or apologized for. And I wonder, why should I give money to someone who thinks that murdering people like me is in any way juatifiable.
Look, I’ve already talked about this in AS surveys and comment sections. I’m not going to waste my time making the same arguments again.
Today is Disability Community Day of Mourning, an annual event where disabled people around the world and our allies mourn all the people with disabilities who have been murdered in the last year (hint: it’s always a lot), and strenghten our resolve to fight this violence in our communities.
So, I invite you to join the livestream:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDVvjYP1VWI
It’s on Youtube, so if you’re unable to watch it live, you can watch the recording later. Or if videos aren’t your thing, you can visit https://disability-memorial.org/
Look at all those names and think about how close Issy Stapleton came to being one of them. Think about whether you would think her attempted murderer was worth woobifying if she had, instead, been unable to cope with having a queer or trans daughter and that had been her motive.
And once you’ve thought about all that, if you still want to leave that article up, well hey, I can’t stop you.
But don’t expect any money from me.
i wasn’t sure what you were referring to here, this is honestly the first i’ve heard of it, and i’m sorry for that. i googled autostraddle + issy stapleton but couldn’t find anything, so i just googled issy and i found a new york magazine article about her mother, “Kelli Stapleton Can’t Forgive Herself. Can You?” I did find the TIRTL that included that article and I have removed it. I absolutely would have done so at the time as well if there had been a comment about it — i know that’s tricky, asking ppl to do labor around their own oppression, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone had to school me on an article from a major publication recommended by longform that was not what i thought it was. i didn’t understand this piece in context. i fuck up here and i learn here, in public, in real time.
There is not any universe in which killing a disabled child — or any child — is ever acceptable, that feels like a foregone conclusion to me and did at the time, and I’m so sorry that my inclusion of this piece in a TIRTL suggested otherwise. I don’t think her attempted murderer is worth woobifying in this instance, her child being queer or trans and that being the reason would be the same.
knowing now how this piece was received by ppl in the community it claimed to be about and me being 6 years older and wiser hopefully, i realize that the problem with this piece was that it was written and published at all; that just its existence and framing, regardless of the conclusion of any given reader or the writer or how the mother was framed, suggests that there is a quandry that simply doesn’t exist. it likely contributed to stigma and stereotyping. it does say “there’s no link between autism and aggression,” but it should do more work to separate those things and to be careful about the stigma it is propagating. i can think of pieces written about queer and trans kids like this that were damaging in similar ways. the headline asks a question that should never be asked.
I am deeply sorry for any damage that including it did, and for whatever is wrong in me at the time that led to me not understanding the piece’s implications, or what it would mean for me to share it.
Thank you for those resources, I will check them out.
I’m not saying or doing any of this to get your money, btw, I just want to address what I fucked up.
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