To live euphorically as ourselves
Queering the what now?
One year ago:
So naturally I had to find the source.
York Art Gallery: Queering the Burton
York Art Gallery and the York LGBT Forum have been working to queer the Burton Gallery by telling the stories and sharing the perspectives of lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer, intersex, and asexual (LGBTQIA+) people. Art works from York Art Galleries collections will be ‘coming out’ from the stores as well as looking again at some of the art already on display from an LGBTQIA perspective.
Visitors will be able to explore the stories which draw on LGBT Forum participants original research, as well as creative responses to the art which are inspired by lived experience.
‘Queering the Burton’ at York Art Gallery supports York Museum Trusts ambition to make the Gallery an inclusive and welcoming space for everyone. Historically, the term Queer has had a number of meanings. Our use of the word Queer is a positive affirmation. Here, we are de-weaponising what was once a slur, and reclaiming Queer as a collective term to represent sexual and gender minorities.
That is, they think they are de-weaponizing a slur, but a hell of a lot of members of their “community” strongly disagree.
There’s also the tiny little matter of the T’s war on members of the female community.
So anyway. Saint Agatha has been unqueered.
A closer look at that now-removed panel:
Who doesn’t want to read the self-absorbed driveling of a Person of Gender while visiting an art gallery?
*Pouffe* a new religion is born right before our eyes.
“…looks toward heaven in ecstasy.” — Because ecstasy and dumbfoundedness are so easily distinguishable in paintings. Sure. Being mutilated was a punishment that St. Agatha didn’t choose. She is the patron saint of breast cancer, another unwanted condition.
But look at how interesting the ignorant ramblings of a self mutilator are! Worthy of framing and hanging in a museum next to other art. Explaining nothing, adding nothing.
This does not bode well for all the statues of naked men that had their genitals knocked off by the Victorians, does it?
I misread the title of your post as ‘to live eutrophically as ourselves’. Not sure how that would look – covered with algae?