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Outlet by the light switch
Apr. 10th, 2013 09:18 pmSeveral years ago, it was 2005, and I was at day camp, and there was this Person. They were clever and weird and wonderful and I had not ever been so entranced by someone before this one. We spent the better part of two weeks in a glorious form of courtship, which culminated in my asking them if they would be my partner.
(Eight years later and I still mark the spot when I am lucky enough to pass by it. I am not the sort to forget my First.)
Anyways, one of the things that happened in the course of our courtship was that I had a strip of red cloth that was clearly my Favour. All I needed was a noble knight, and Blue Canary was just the perfect candidate for the job. I tied my ribbon around their wrist, a marker that they were mine (and I theirs). If I remember correctly, I wrote something on it too, and if I remember correctly, they reciprocated with a red favour of their own.
I wore mine off and on, since I've always been fickle about adornment, but Blue wore theirs for a solid eleven months and twelve days straight. I liked that, I liked seeing my marker on their arm.
One last thing to note about that relationship, since it will be relevant --it was, in many ways, the queerest relationship I've ever actually had. Blue sometimes presents as female (and at the time I called us "girlfriends") and seems to be similarly genderqueer to me. In a lot of ways, it was better for my brain at the time to have a girlfriend rather than boyfriend or ambiguous partner.
Anyways, fast forward to yesterday, which was the Day of Silence at my school. I had seen the posters, which said students would be marked by wearing "a red armband", and then thought nothing of it (beyond getting a "vocal supporter" sticker to wear, as I can't very well teach voiceless).
When I encountered my first student participating in the day, I had to do a double take though. Since it was really less of an armband, and more of a strip of cloth that could be tied around one's arm (or hair, or leg, or...). And the girl I had seen wearing it was wearing it tied around her wrist, in a way perfect reminiscent of my relationship from so long ago.
It was completely weird to encounter, but felt as Right as anything can feel. Years later and miles away, it's nice to be reminded that queer is still such a distinct part of who I am, and there are still people willing to fight for the rights of those like me.
~Sor
MOOP!
(Eight years later and I still mark the spot when I am lucky enough to pass by it. I am not the sort to forget my First.)
Anyways, one of the things that happened in the course of our courtship was that I had a strip of red cloth that was clearly my Favour. All I needed was a noble knight, and Blue Canary was just the perfect candidate for the job. I tied my ribbon around their wrist, a marker that they were mine (and I theirs). If I remember correctly, I wrote something on it too, and if I remember correctly, they reciprocated with a red favour of their own.
I wore mine off and on, since I've always been fickle about adornment, but Blue wore theirs for a solid eleven months and twelve days straight. I liked that, I liked seeing my marker on their arm.
One last thing to note about that relationship, since it will be relevant --it was, in many ways, the queerest relationship I've ever actually had. Blue sometimes presents as female (and at the time I called us "girlfriends") and seems to be similarly genderqueer to me. In a lot of ways, it was better for my brain at the time to have a girlfriend rather than boyfriend or ambiguous partner.
Anyways, fast forward to yesterday, which was the Day of Silence at my school. I had seen the posters, which said students would be marked by wearing "a red armband", and then thought nothing of it (beyond getting a "vocal supporter" sticker to wear, as I can't very well teach voiceless).
When I encountered my first student participating in the day, I had to do a double take though. Since it was really less of an armband, and more of a strip of cloth that could be tied around one's arm (or hair, or leg, or...). And the girl I had seen wearing it was wearing it tied around her wrist, in a way perfect reminiscent of my relationship from so long ago.
It was completely weird to encounter, but felt as Right as anything can feel. Years later and miles away, it's nice to be reminded that queer is still such a distinct part of who I am, and there are still people willing to fight for the rights of those like me.
~Sor
MOOP!