tv: Underbelly Razor

Underbelly: Razor (Wikipedia blurb):-

Underbelly: Razor is a 13-part Australian television mini-series detailing real events that occurred in Sydney between 1927 and 1936. The series depicts the “razor gangs” who controlled the city’s underworld during the era and the violent war between the two “vice queen” powers, Tilly Devine and Kate Leigh.

It was pretty easy to get me into it, I mean, you’ve got a show about women, led by women, who actually existed, and I’m a shamelessly easy hook.

However, it’s as triggery as all get out and hard to watch most of the time.

Are the women as fierce and awesome? Yes. Very much so. Would I recommend it? Well that depends, how much are you willing to put up with for a show with awesome women who are smart, quick, and dangerous?

Things to hate right at the start of the series:

SPOILERS AHEAD!!

1) Introducing Tillie’s business, brothels, one of the prostitutes in the house gets pregnant (not for the first time according to her and she looks appropriately apprehensive about it). Turns out she’s not apprehensive because she’ll have to deal with not being able to work but because her boss takes her outside and has her repeatedly punched in the stomach to induce a miscarriage.

2) Tillie’s lover/boyfriend/lackey is a domestic abuser. He cheated on her in this episode, she called him on it and he beat her. The next day, she confronted the woman he cheated on her with, one of the girls in her house, and threatened her while making it clear that it wasn’t her lover’s fault. So there’s that psychological mindfuckery that comes with domestic abuse.

3) A bit unbelievably, there’s only one POC, a black man who apparently goes by the name of n****. Yeah.

4) Antisemitism; a local crime thug known as Phil the Jew, and his Jewishness is called up as a derogatory attribute pretty constantly.

5) There’s a thug called the midnight raper who’s apparently discovered a penchant for slicing up women in the middle of the night, just for kicks.

And all that’s just in the first two intro, get to know your players, episodes.

I’m hooked by the female characterization. There’s a woman who’s not penalized for having sex how and when she wants to, a woman who’s had to deal with rampant sexism to become a respected officer of the law, and two crime queens with major personalities. So I kept watching.

By the end of the show, I wasn’t as angry at myself for putting up with as I thought I would be. I need to examine whether that’s a matter of being deadened/slowly numbed to all that was wrong (this is the problem with marathoning through a show).

1) We finally had some more POC – I will forever blame the writers for waiting till the last episode to include more (even just token) characters.

2) Tilly and Kate seemed to have come to some odd little understanding at gunpoint. She also seemed to have gotten rid of her abusive husband down the road.

3) Forever annoyed at the side-eye constantly thrown to Lillian Armfield (the only female officer) for being single. I also highly doubt that she was just devoid of any life outside her work life, despite her dedication to her job. Would have loved to see more of how she navigated gender and straight relationships (she seems to feel very strongly about identifying as straight when confronted with a different possibility). However, her politics on rape were refreshing to see on tv: consent can be revoked even if consent has been given. Fuck yes! Now can we hammer this in again and again on more media, please?

4) There was a canon lesbian! I didn’t expect them to even bother (yes, I’m cynical) who tried to hit on Officer Armfield but was unfortunately rebuffed; she ended up marrying one of the male cops. That’s a matter of the time period though, so I won’t fault the writers too much.

5) Nellie. Oh, Nellie, this lady here is fascinating to watch. Like a train wreck is fascinating to watch. However, she owns it even as she fools other men into thinking that they can posses her. Her sexual politics were extremely fascinating to watch. There was a side of how problematic it was that she got involved with men who ultimately wanted to own her, but I appreciated the bits where she got to express who she was sexually. She wanted sex, as many times as she wanted it and she wanted it kinky.

In the end this show had some truly complex and VIBRANT female characters; from the crime queens to the ladies working the streets and houses and salons. The women had their own mind, the queens showed incredible agency, and they knew it and made sure everyone else knew it. Even with their less than great decisions I love that it didn’t vilify them for their weaknesses or their strengths.

The show was also flawed, very much so.

Take all compliments and criticisms with a grain of salt, and all that.

Why I Am A Sex-Positive Feminist, Now In Bullet Point Form

In random bullet points because it’s late and I’m sleepy but I had to write:

  • I hate the word prude. I hate it like fire.
  • I hate the word slut. I hate it like fire.
  • I am kinky. This is not a bad thing. I like knowing that.
  • Being sex-positive involves acknowledging that the way this society, and more than that feminism, deals with sex and sexuality just doesn’t work.
  • Sexuality =/= Sex
  • There is no one way to be sexy.
  • There is no one way to have (or not have) sex.
  • Consent. Fuck yeah!

And more reasons in this gorgeous post here at The Pervocracy.

Also sex-positive feminism has a long way to go, especially with race politics.

Okay, back to bed.

Dealing With My Deviance

I’m a woman. I’m black. I’m kinky.

Now while I’ve mostly dealt with my feelings on being a kinky woman, there’s a pretty damn significant part of my identity I’m still working to reconcile to everything else.

This is not a society that’s been kind to women, and certainly not women of color. Our sexuality is not our own, instead this is a world socialized with the idea that people of color’s sexuality does no’t belong to us, that women of color’s sexuality, my sexuality is for public consumption- everyone else gets to have a say about it but me. So when I right pro-sex posts celebrating the power of consent, the right to feel pleasure, to be kinky, sometimes I can’t help but feel like I’m falling into that tired old stereotype of the hypersexual black woman.

But does the solution really lie in suppressing my desire? Should I “clean up my act” because heaven forfend there are white people in the room while I’m expressing my deviance?

Well, no (or at least I hope not) because that way only madness lies.

It certainly hasn’t done us any favors, being one of the reasons the mammy stereotype took such hold. Not to mention the fact that it split women of color up into opposing archetypes that were created to challenge each other.  There’s constant self-policing in our communities (anyone remember the Ciara ‘Love Sex Magic’ kerfuffle, or how about the more recent Rihanna S&M rumbling– though admittedly, hers is even more complicated than just a matter of race and kink); it is that horrible “there are white people in the room” mentality that keeps us repressed and heteronormative, keeping us compliant and ‘respectable’. Or at least that is what our own communities tell us, because I hope I do not have to tell you it is certainly not working for us. Mammy, Jezebel, and Sapphire are alive and thriving- to our detriment; our sexuality still falls at the intersection of race and gender.

I have to admit that I still hesitate before condemning that self-enforced silence. It was not born in a vacuum. The erasure of deviance (queerness, kink, anything that isn’t widely considered ‘acceptable’ or ‘respectable’)  in communities of color is an ugly scar; it is a reflection of a history of violence, slavery, and debasement. So I hesitate, I hesitate because I get it. I still live it. Though the question remains: can the solution really lie in suppressing my desire?

No- and more of us need to say this with conviction. Avoiding deviance to avoid oppression just reinforces the oppression. It has been said before, and again and again, as women we need to take back our right to pleasure, as women of color, more so. The discussion needs to start happening amongst ourselves- and not in the hushed whispers we are used to. Proudly and deviantly, let’s talk about sex, baby (and queerness, and kink, and all that’s been taboo)!

When I Get That Feeling

Liz Jones is at it again.

The truth is: [women] don’t really enjoy sex that much. And we definitely don’t want sex as often as men do. That is a cold, hard fact. And women most definitely, incontrovertibly, do not want sex once they have children — or so my friends who have children confess to me. Particularly once their stomachs develop a texture akin to cold porridge.

The only reason we do have sex is to get a man, keep a man, steal his sperm and flatter ourselves that we are attractive.

Once we have a man, his children, his name on a piece of paper, his youth and his house, we no longer want to indulge in that ridiculous, time-consuming, horizontal dance.

The decades of feminism, the millions of dishonest features in magazines like Cosmopolitan, have misled us. We are not equal to men when it comes to libido. We grow up. We have other priorities. Sex slips onto a backburner, sliding to the bottom of an almost endless list of things to do that day.

Oh, honey.

You know I can’t even be mad, I’m just really sorry for Ms. Jones.

Heterosexual women especially have a horrible history of not owning their pleasure, taking pride in their knowledge of themselves. We’ve been socialized into the virgin/whore dichotomy that screws us the wrong way every time. It is high time we take charge of our own sexuality and take pleasure in feeling pleasure (both in giving and taking).

I’m of the firm belief that no one sexual has to suffer through having bad sex, outside of a medical condition. If you’re having bad sex you have options, my dears:

1) Change your partner(s) .
2) If you’ve invested in your partner(s) and option 1 doesn’t feel like an option, I highly suggest providing some instructional lessons. If they (or you) aren’t willing to put in the time to learn, seriously consider option 1. Communication people, it’s alright to ask for what you want!
2b) Of course, option 2 is pretty much impossible if you don’t know what you like. At which point I highly suggest spending some quality time with yourself.

3) If all else fails, consider that you may just not be a sexual person, and if sex really isn’t something you have any interest in, tell your partner(s), talk about it.

Things not to do:

1) Lie about or hide your feelings on sex from your partner(s).
2) Blanket statement everyone else to fit your experience.
3) Shame others for wanting and enjoying sex.
4) Blame feminism.

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