From here on, assume just about every word is in bold and/or all-caps,
and each time I use an exclamation point I actually meant
My proposal for a paper/presentation, "A Scavenger’s Love: Social Reproduction, Post-Capitalism and Survival in Alienation" was accepted to the 9th Global Conference on Persons and Sexualities hosted at Mansfield College, Oxford, England!
This means I'll be spending the next few months scrambling to write a paper and pay for the trip, and I am freaking out about both.
This is the first major project I'll be doing outside of the academy and I'm already realizing my disadvantage being so far from an academic library. I'm also missing having classmates and professors who push me to examine things in different ways, give new reading suggestions, and don't ask when the deadline is because they're fighting for the same one themselves.
It's only a 3,000 word paper but that means I'm tempted to read a hundred new books, if I could afford that many. So maybe it's a good thing that I can't?
This is prompting some greater life-examining/soul-searching.
I'm listening to the mini-breakdown I had in the fall and figuring out how to
Try and Not Do That Again.
In the meantime, summer's coming!
I cannot stress how much I'm looking forward to this conference.
(Remember, hidden exclamation points. Everywhere. !!!!!!)
With the motto of knowledge for knowledge's sake, education for education's sake, it's a global conference that rejects the traditional academic hierarchies and encourages personal connection and intellectual camaraderie founded over 3 days, with a long-term vision in mind. On top of that the conference is in a part of the world I somehow never managed to visit but have always been a little bit obsessed with. I've already booked an AirBnB a short walk away, sleeping on a gal's houseboat for $25/night.
So in a word,
this is everything.
Somehow I'm going to make this happen.
I might have to ask you to help me.
With the conference in July I'll have to take some time off work.
I'll be paying for most of it in March-May.
I won't miss a summer market though, an actual gift from the universe.
I'm not even exaggerating. Our Market schedule actually depends on what the tides are doing, as they determine whether our illustrious Farragut Farm friends can come into town. And the way the timing looks, I'll be there and back again (to England. !!!!!) without breaking a sweat.
What a world, right?
Here's my abstract again.
I want every article, book, movie, TV show, meme or GIF you've ever seen
that makes you think of this abstract.
Also, I happen to know a few folks interested in queer/feminist theory. If you're one of them and have any classics of the field that you're not using, please consider sharing them. I'll return them when done, or find them a new home if that's what you'd prefer.
Chelsea Tremblay, PO Box 411, Petersburg AK 99833
If you're not used to reading academic proposals or papers, don't hesitate to ask me questions about it when you see me. Talking about my topic forces me to think about it in different ways every time, and I'm trying (and often failing) to write about complex ideas without having to rely on complicated language. The only thing that actually helps is practice, which my hermit/troll ways kind of prevent sometimes. The downside of this is sometimes if I'm stuck on a question I can get a little ... extra troll-like. I'll do my best to hold it in, but please consider this an apology for the times I can't.
Thank you for bearing with me.
I love you all.
Even if I have a hard time showing it most of the time.
A Scavenger’s Love:
Social Reproduction, Post-Capitalism and Survival in Alienation
At its core, much of feminist theory is the politics of survival, namely, how marginalized populations can navigate a world that acts at its best indifferent, at worst, malicious. Finding strength in assimilating to the structures of power, feminism and queer theory has fought for institutionalized feminist discourse, including ways of imagining institutionalized forms of support and protection. But what happens when institutions fall? Written from a place in the margins, outside traditional academia in the trenches of a potential post-capitalist, post-extractive economy, this paper aims to interrogate the possibilities inherent In queer and feminist theory as the era of scavenger/solidarity politics approaches. Jack Halberstam’s Queer Art of Failure, an interrogation of queer and cultural studies through focusing on alternative objects of analysis, is the model upon which this shaky structure is built.
The questions in this project center on the uncomfortable notion of sexuality and gender as being a ticket for survival, and the formation of these identities in the vacuum of collapsing empires and climate-level change. What does it mean to embody a sexuality that enables the survival of that body? When choice means obligation, what kind of laws will obligate our security?
When the institutional powers are shown to be shadows of their intent and the people left behind are facing an onslaught of extremes, sexual and gender politics are a source of survival and joy, even under duress. Maybe especially then. This paper will be a celebration of that unholy marriage, an insurrectional cry in the bowels of the institution.