Let’s Talk About Sex

It seems to be a day for writing about things I am doing. As well as the story, I am delighted to announce that in September I will be a keynote speaker at an academic conference.

No, seriously, I will. The conference is called Sexualities in Popular Culture: Feminist Perspectives (PopSex for short) and is entering its second year. It is run by my friends Bethan Jones and Milena Popova, and takes place at the Watershed in Bristol. Last year was a great success, and hopefully this year will be as well. The call for papers is here. I’m looking forward to some great material.

Of course this does mean that I have to write a speech. No pressure, then.

Training the NHS on Trans Issues

Today I did trans awareness training at Southmead Hospital in Bristol. Tomorrow I will be in Exeter doing the same thing for Healthwatch Devon. It is great to be able to do this stuff, but the classes are very small in comparison to the number of people who work for the NHS. Last month we had to cancel a course in Frome for Heathwatch Somerset because only one person signed up. Right now I am only reaching the people who want to learn, not those who need to learn.

The biggest need for training is for GPs, but reaching them is very difficult. Like everyone else in the NHS, they are constantly being asked to do more with less resources. Training is at the bottom of their list of priorities. Besides, many of them are old and set in their ways. I’m therefore concentrating on trainee doctors. I did some work with Bristol University Medical School last year, and am talking to them about doing more this year.

That means I reach a few hundred trainee doctors each year, which is great, but it is only one school. Others may not be so forward thinking. We need to keep up pressure on the General Medical Council to make this sort of thing mandatory. I recently became aware of this petition about that very subject, and am delighted to see that it now has over 30,000 signatures. Please consider signing it, and share it widely.

My Manchester Schedule

There are two things I am going in Manchester this week. One is giving a paper about trans people in ancient Mesopotamia and Rome at an academic conference. You have to sign up for a ticket for that, but if you are keen to go I believe that there are one or two cancellations so you might be able to get in cheap.

The other one is a repeat of the Michael Dillon talk that I gave in London and Bristol. I have just looked at the publicity for the public talks and…

Manchester LGBTHM flyer

OMG! OMG! OMG! I am on the same bill as Tom Robinson.

Teenage Cheryl flails wildly.

You can see the whole flyer here.

Fringe Tonight – Will Macmillan-Jones & Gareth L. Powell

There being no rest for the wicked, I will be off to Bristol again this evening for the February Fringe event. It is an all-Welsh affair, featuring Will Macmillan-Jones & Gareth L. Powell, and me doing the introductions.

Further details are available on Facebook, and on the BristolCon website.

I uploaded the audio from the December event this morning, but I probably won’t have time to do the posts until tomorrow.

Next Week – Expect Blog Silence

Next week is Bristol’s turn to be one of the hub cities for the 2016 National Festival of LGBT History. I’m going to be spending the entire week effectively doing Guest of Honor wrangling as I will be escorting Stuart Milk around various engagements in Bristol and Bath. As a result I will be away from my computer most of the time and bloggage is likely to be very limited. I will try to update you on everything the following week.

Meanwhile if you happen to be near Bristol and want to catch some of the public events, full details are available here.

The Buzz Begins

LGBTHF banner
I have spent much of today working on social media publicity for Bristol’s part in the 2016 National Festival of LGBT History. There’s a lot going on.

The main events are on Saturday 20th and Sunday 21st. However, I’m still working on stuff for other days, some of which involves Stuart Milk. Hopefully we’ll have announcements on that soon. One of the reasons I have been slightly frazzled of late is that I got a message saying, “Stuart got a call from Archbishop Tutu asking if he can go to Cape Town for a few days”. Because that’s the sort of thing that happens to Stuart.

Meanwhile my genius graphic design pal, Ceri Jenkins, has been producing the most amazing banners and such. The one above is intended for use on Facebook and you can see it in action here. I also have a pinned tweet these days. Slowly but surely Ceri is dragging me into the 21st Century.

By the way, if you have an event that needs social media promotion, Ceri does this stuff for a living. I can put you in touch.

Of course most of you won’t be in Bristol to see any of this happen. However, I will also be giving talks in London on February 6th and Manchester on February 27th. More news of those in due course.

Greetings from Cambridge

Yeah, I’m over the other side of the country again. I am in Cambridge for the annual LGBT History Month Showcase, which is a sort of preview event for the following February. It is being held in Queens’ College, and I’m just catching up on the email before getting changed for the evening festivities. I shall report back tomorrow once I have got home.

Of course with it being Thanksgiving weekend nearly all of my clients are on vacation so things are nice and quiet, which is just as well. Also spending a couple of days on trains is good for catching up with the reading. I am happy to report that Nnedi’s The Book of Phoenix is just as good as I expected.

Busy Week

Fair warning, folks, this week is going to be very busy. I have to be in Bristol every evening.

Tonight is BristolCon Fringe, featuring Tom Parker and Lucy Hounsom.

Tomorrow is a Trustees meeting of OutStories Bristol.

Wednesday I’m helping put on a trans awareness workshop at Bristol University.

Thursday I’m part of an all-trans line-up on Shout Out Radio, after which I am off to the Lansdown to see Gareth Powell at Novel Nights.

And Friday is the Trans Day of Remembrance, with the flag raising at City Hall in the morning followed by the Ceremony of Remembrance in the evening.

Do not expect a lot of bloggage.

Updated to include Gareth’s event.

Negotiating with the Dead

Today I’ll be in Bristol for the Annual General Meeting of OutStories Bristol, the LGBT History group of which I am co-chair. Our guest speaker for the event is Bea Hitchman, author of the fabulous Petite Mort. In the talk Bea will look at, “at the ethical detective work of researching a novel and what writers owe – or don’t owe – to communities of the dead.”

The novel is set in Paris.

This may turn out to be more complicated than we had expected.

It also reminds me that there is a reason why media news reports are called “stories”. Everything that you read and watch about Paris over the next week or so will be a story written by someone. Remember that.

Wales Does Trans

The Orangery, Margam

I spent most of Sunday and Monday in Wales because my colleague, Berkeley, and I were speaking at a conference on trans issues organized by Youth Cymru. It was being held in Port Talbot, which as all Welsh people know is famous primarily for the steel works. However, that’s not all there is to the town. Nearby is Margam Park, formerly a Cistercian Abbey and, following Henry VIII knocking it about a bit, a stately home. It is now a fabulous resource for local people. We took over The Orangery, pictured above. It was very splendid, and just the sort of place to educate various government and voluntary sector people about trans issues.

We got to spend the night in Twelve Knights, a lovely old pub with guest rooms and super-friendly staff. I think my room was bigger than the place where I live. Good food too.

The weather on Monday morning was quite wild. It was just as well that it was cold because I bet the surf was up at Porthcawl.

The conference had a whole bunch of high profile speakers, including my friend Debs from Mermaids; the fabulous Bernard & Terry from GIRES (who were in Twelve Knights with us); Sally Holland, the Children’s Commissioner for Wales; and topping the bill Fox and Lewis from Lucky Tooth Films. Those guys are super-awesome. Fox had flown home from Prague on Sunday night, but he and Lewis were up at 6:00am to drive from Brighton to give a talk.

We were all given headsets so we could listen to live translations of the parts of the programme that were given in Welsh.

Then there was the amazing Fran O’Hara who created illustrations for the talks live as they were happening. Here’s part of her illustration for Fox & Lewis.

Fran O'Hara on Fox & Lewis

The day ended with a live performance of Humanequin, a theatre piece by four young trans men and created with the aid of theatre company, Mess Up The Mess. I understand that other local trans kids were involved in creating it, and have performed in it elsewhere, but only the four lads were able to get time off to be at the conference,

It was all very positive, and I’m very proud to have been a part of it. And especially proud because it was in Wales.

Special thanks go to Rachel Benson who organized the whole thing. Diolch am bopeth, Rachel.

When I Was A Book

Today I was in Bath to do some more training for Julian House, a charity for the homeless. Berkeley Wilde of Diversity Trust and I had done a couple of days work with their staff a few weeks ago, and we got such a good report that I was asked to come and talk at a meeting of their board of directors today.

My slot was in the middle of a planning retreat. The way it was structured was that during the lunch break a small number of people were made available to tell their life stories. The directors got to sit and listen to a couple of these tales each. It is a format based on the idea of the “human library” in which people take the parts of talking books, and visitors to the event come and listen to them.

I have been invited to human library events before and have always declined, partly because I find the whole thing a bit creepy, and partly because if you are doing this in a public space anyone could come up and listen to you, which for trans folk may not be very safe. However, this was different. I was there to talk to people about being trans, and the audience was expecting some fairly unusual life histories.

Being a book when you are normally a writer is a strange experience. I had to resist the temptation to get meta, but I did worry a lot about how much of a genre stereotype I came over as. The trans autobiography is most definitely a thing, and I worried a lot that my own story was far too close to the standard narrative. Still, you do what you can. I got to tell a small number of strangers that Kevin saved my life, which made me happy.

I see from the news that “transgender” came second in this year’s Word of the Year contest, meaning that it was the word seeing the second-biggest increase in usage. I’m certainly seeing a tremendous amount of interest, and of course a lot more trans people are getting into the media. On the downside there is an increasingly shrill and desperate backlash from the likes of Greer and her pals, leading to bizarre campaigns such as this one asking to remove the T from LGBT.

The petition had originally claimed that trans people were guilty of sexual abuse of children:

https://twitter.com/auntysarah/status/662325926382936065

but it has since been toned down a little from that. On the other hand, it does have the enthusiastic support of a prominent G*merG*te leader. They also support Greer, of course. Funny how that works.

By the way, the accusations of child abuse these days generally centre around the fact that the majority of kids who express gender-variant behavior during childhood do grow out of it, though many of them end up being gay or lesbian. The TERF claim is that by providing gender services for kids we are forcing huge numbers of children who don’t need it through gender reassignment. This is completely untrue. Much of the point of treating kids is to find out who needs medical intervention and who doesn’t. Not every case is the same. Saying that you should ban gender treatment for kids because the majority who display possible symptoms don’t need it is rather like saying you should ban treatment for pneumonia because the majority of people with similar symptoms only have a cold or flu.

Anyway, on with the work. Tomorrow I get to try to catch up with email. On Sunday Berkeley and I are off to Bridgend where we are speaking at a conference about trans people on Monday. It will be good to get back to Wales, even if only for a day.

A Morning In Prison

Now there’s click bait for you.

So yes, I spent this morning in prison. To be precise, I was in Ashfield Prison near Bristol, which is a specialist prison for male sex offenders. I can see the TERFs rubbing their hands with glee at this “proof” that I am in fact a violent rapist.

Sadly for them I was actually there to do some trans awareness training. I was accompanied by colleagues from LGBT Bristol and Diversity Trust who gave presentations on our work, on hate crime, and on LGBT mental health. It was, in many ways, a standard gig.

The first major difference was that it took place inside a prison. It took us forever to get past security. As I joked to my colleagues, it was harder to get into prison than to get into the USA. The security rules were even more weird. No chewing gum, no mirrors, but apparently safety pins were OK even though they are sharp and pointy. We all had mugshots taken and got patted down. No one questioned my ID.

I’d not been much involved in the planning and I thought we’d mainly be talking to staff. There I was wrong. Half of the audience was made up of people from other local area services who were there as much to get some experience of the prison as to listen to us. The other half were inmates. And when we had finished our talks several of them did short presentations about the diversity-related work they do in the prison.

So we had someone from the age awareness group, someone from the disability group, someone from the military veterans association, someone from the BME group, someone from the interfaith group, someone from the foreign prisoners group, and of course someone from the LGBT group (which, given the population, is mainly a GB group, but they have had trans inmates).

Yes, you did read that right. The inmates of a sex offenders prison have organized diversity awareness groups of various sorts for their community. What’s more they told us that they think this is pretty much unique in British prisons. Several of them had come to Ashfield from other establishments, or had been in other establishments at other times in their lives.

How did this happen? Well partly it appears to be down to the hard work of Hannah, the prison’s diversity officer. Partly it is, of course, down to the Equality Act, which has made people much more aware of such issues. And partly it is good prison management.

As one of the inmates put it, if he was outside he’d be mixing primarily with people from his own social and ethnic community. Hating people who are different would be easy. But inside the prison he’s part of a population of a few hundred, only a handful of whom share his background. So he has to learn to get along with lots of people from other backgrounds that he might never have become friendly with otherwise. Teaching the inmates to have respect for each other’s diverse backgrounds helps prison life run more smoothly.

There is one final point too. Over lunch I was chatting to one of the inmates and expressed surprise that this amazing community had been started in a privately run prison rather than a government one. (Ashfield is run by Serco.) He responded that government-run prisons don’t have much responsibility to anyone, whereas Serco is firmly regulated by government and is required to show that it is following its obligations under the Equality Act, or it might lose the contract.

I have two caveats here. Firstly I am well aware that I saw only a small fraction of the total prison population, and presumably those that there most enthusiastic about the diversity program. Secondly I’ve seen first hand how large companies can and do avoid complying with equality legislation. You have to have people willing to actually obey such laws before they can work well, so there’s no guarantee that a privately run prison will be better. But, even with those caveats I was hugely impressed.

It wasn’t until after I had left that I realized that I had just spent several hours in the company of a bunch of convicted sex offenders, and the only time I had felt threatened was going through security to get in.

Well, That Was Sanctum

I did the Sanctum thing last night.

The actual site is lovely. Temple Church looks great, and the performance space that Theaster Gates has built is really nice. It is also not nearly as cold as I had feared. The staff there were all really helpful. And there was an audience.

Well, there was when I started anyway. Probably the best thing that can be said about my experience there is that it could have been worse. No one booed, no one threw anything, and I didn’t get hauled off stage by the management. However, about half the audience walked out during my performance, often not waiting breaks between items, and one person started talking loudly to his companion while I was reading.

Part of that is understandable in that I’m not that great a writer. I know many people who are far better at short fiction and poetry than I am. Part of it in undoubtedly because I had been scheduled to perform late at night on my way back from Cambridge. I was very tired when I got there, and had little time to rehearse. I have definitely done better performances.

On the other hand, I think this was probably the best I could have expected from the evening. The lack of a published schedule meant that I didn’t know most of the audience and they had no idea what to expect from me. They almost certainly were not expecting a trans woman reading science fiction and activist poetry. That isn’t an easy sell. One of the stories I read had gone down a storm in Cambridge the day before, but fell flat at Sanctum. The poem I did for 50 Voices went down really well there but was much less well received last night. Audiences differ, and given the sort of thing I write I’m never going to be particularly popular with an audience made of of random people who would attend a high profile art event.

It is what it is, as they say. More generally, Sanctum seems to be going very well. I very much hope to get to see some of it myself at some point. And I’ll have one of the performers on the radio with me on Wednesday.

Sanctum Is Here

Temple Church, Photo credit: Max McClure

Photo credit: Max McClure

Some time in the next few weeks I will be performing in this building. It is Temple Church in Bristol. Like many local churches it is somewhat the worse for wear, mainly thanks to the Luftwaffe. It is, however, an English Heritage site, and for the next few weeks it will be home to a unique arts event: Sanctum.

The event is the brainchild of American artist, Theaster Gates. For the next 24 days there will be continuous performances — yes even through the night — at the venue. Over 500 artists are involved, including many of my writer friends such as Kevlin Henney, Pete Sutton and Tom Parker. There will also be music, performance, probably magicians and acrobats. Theaster and his team have tried to make things as varied as possible.

One of the conceits of the event is that there is no published program. You turn up for an hour and see what you get. Yes Forrest, just like a box of chocolates. So I can’t tell you when my set will be. However, I do promise to report back on how it goes. I will also be doing some trans-related material, and there is no better time to be doing that in Bristol. I may also have written a fantasy story involving a ruined church.

For further information about the event, see Bristol 24/7.

The Twitter tag for the event is #sanctumbristol.

Report from the Road

Yeah, I know, I have been a Very Bad Blogger recently. That’s partly because I have been traveling a lot, and partly due to what appears to have been a particularly bad allergic reaction to something that flowers in Finland in June (I’ve not had a problem in May or July). Those of you wondering what Zombie Cheryl looks like should have been at the Helsinki Mafia meeting in St. Urho’s (it’s a pub) on Thursday night. For those of you with an interest in Caribbean folklore, the way to making a living person seem like one of the walking dead is to feed them anti-histamines. Or at least it is in my case.

I am now in London, despite the best efforts of Frankfurt airport to do impressions of Chicago O’Hare. Today I will be doing a presentation skills training course at the Central School of Speech & Drama. Because it is all very well being confident enough to stand up and blather on in front of a few hundred friendly fannish folks at a convention, but if you want to keep the attention of a very large and potentially hostile audience then you need to learn about things like posture, intonation, pacing and so on. Thanks to the good folks at Gendered Intelligence I am getting this course for free, for which I am duly grateful.

Of course it is not exactly ideal to turn up at such a event with a head and throat full of phlegm. Thankfully I no longer sound like a bullfrog talking from the bottom of a pool of sludge. I kid you not. On Thursday I was actually gurgling when I tried to talk.

Then tonight I get to go home. I plan to spend tomorrow horizontal, and paying no more attention to the world than is necessary to cheer on Lewis and write a report on the race for Kevin who will still be asleep when it happens.

Travel Day

If it is Tuesday evening I must be in Helsinki. Goodness only knows where my brain is. I had to get up at 5:30 this morning in order to get to Heathrow on time. This is not good for me. Still, it was lovely to see Karo & Tommi in London, and good to see them breeding more Finnish con-runners.

Fortunately the travel all went fairly smoothly. Also World Of Whisky had Jura on sale. The Prophecy was still stupidly expensive, so I picked up a bottle of Superstition instead. I am giving a paper about Sandman, so it seems rather appropriate.

Otto tells me that the train from Helsinki airport into the city center is almost ready to open. I hope to get some photos of it next week.

I appear to have brought English weather with me. It is a good job I’m leaving tomorrow as I want it to be nice here for Helsinki Pride.

Book Review – Shadow Scale

I’m heading off for London today, and will be flying to Helsinki tomorrow. I’ll be offline much of the same, save for Twitter, so to keep you folks amused I have written the promised review of Rachel Hartman’s Shadow Scale. It does interesting things with gender. You can find the review here.

On the Road, Off the Net

I’ll be offline for much of the next three days. Today I’m traveling to Brighton, where I’m doing the Have A Word event tonight and the Trans Studies Now conference tomorrow. I’ll be back home late on Friday, and Saturday I’m off to Bristol to do rehearsals for and perform at 50 Voices for Malcolm X. I don’t expect to get much bloggery done along the way, but I’ll do my best to catch up on it all on Sunday.

When I get back, remind me that I owe you a review of Rachel Hartman’s Shadow Scale. It has lots of lovely things in it, though some I can’t tell you because of spoilers.

50 Voices at Bristol Old Vic

50 Voices posterSo, guess who is part of this, then?

The 50 presenters are being spread through the three days. I’m doing the Saturday, because on the Thursday and Friday I am busy with the Trans Studies Now conference.

So, er, now all I have to do is write a 5-minute performance poetry piece on trans rights. And deliver it flawlessly.

No pressure.

Thanks for the opportunity, Roger!

Brighton Next Week

Advance warning to Brighton people. I will be amongst you next week. There is a conference called Trans Studies Now taking place at the University of Sussex on Friday, June 12th. There will be keynote speeches from important people like Roz Kaveney and Lewis Hancox. And there will be me talking about science fiction and how gender might evolve in the future.

If you want to attend, details are here. And if you can’t go you should be able to follow along on Twitter.

As it is a formal academic conference, my paper will go up on Academia.edu after the event.

And because it starts early in the morning I’ll be in Brighton on the Thursday night. If anyone wants to catch up for dinner and/or a drink in the Marlborough, please let me know.