Friday, August 7, 2009

Strange things are afoot at the Circle A

Not me...

I find myself at a lot of events with self proclaimed anarchists.  Like most people, some are chill, some engaging, some are quite annoying.  In my Gonzo journalistic quest for amusement and fulfilment, I have talked to many anarchists and found we have much in common:  love of personal freedom, love of reading, acrimony towards the state, anti-facism, interest in alternative history and media, environmental issues, and the expansion of personal and collective consciousness.  And many of the women are crazy hot.  "Patriarchist!" shrieks a skinny gentlemen in the Buddy Holly glasses wearing a No Gods No Masters No Showers t-shirt.  Nope.  Not at all.  Simply an observation.  "Objectifier!  Oppressor!"  hollers the unshaven, Rebenesque woman.  Nope.  I simply find that many anarchist women are beautiful creatures and far easier to talk to the men.  For people that advocate tolerance and inclusivity (provided you support what they support), I find it amusing that appearance and presence sets so many of the men ill at easy.  I keep my hair very short and when I do have facial hair I choose to keep it neat and not Amish.  I choose to have no ink (I have yet to find anything compelling or meaningful enough for self decoration) and I chose to let my piercings grow in.  I wearing comfortable clothing but it's laundered and not all black.  Perhaps its because I weigh more than any two of the men.  The looks I get from many straight anarchist men (and some of the gay women) is one that transcends political ideology and sexual orientation:  hey bro, not sure who you are but I don't dig you talking to our women.  Kind of an odd statement for a group that claims to be so down with feminism and polyamory.  No worries ladies and gentlemen, your women can take care of themselves.