I've always been touched by the idea of MichFest. I have a secret teeshirt. One of my best friends is a lesbian who went for decades and I'd watch her dogs when she was gone. I always had so many questions, to the point where they had to draw me a map. They even offered to sneak me in wearing a burqa, telling everyone I was too traumatized to speak. But I declined because I didn't want to rock anyone's boat.
I like this that I found amongst someone's musings:
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[italic]The thing about Fest is that not only did it center on women, but it loved women – as they were. And it encouraged women to love themselves, as they were. This is spectacularly rare.
I’m reminded of that semi-ubiquitous quote by the incomparable Audre Lorde, “Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.”
So, too, I think is loving ourselves as women, is loving other women.
There is a kind of revolutionary feeling to loving other women. I’m not just talking about sexually or romantically; I’m talking about a form of extremism that is inextricably linked with empathy – as Lisa Vogel said in her letter yesterday, “my eyes meeting yours.” To care about women, to listen to women, feel moved by a woman’s hurt, and her joy, to see another woman and experience that intense recognition because she is your sister, because she knows all those inexpressible things you know by virtue of being born female and groomed into patriarchy – that’s radical. I’ve seen it – the way women, complete strangers, have reached out to each other over the last twenty-four hours to offer comfort, to ask, “How can I help you?”
Women caring, really caring about other women: that’s a real threat to the dominant paradigm. That’s fucking revolutionary.
And that’s not about men. It’s not about men who represent gays in the media who openly mock our pain on Twitter. It’s not about men who identify as women and deem all that does not center their experience, their ego, “hate speech.” It’s not about navel gazing and inventing words for all of our quirks.
And I feel sorry for all the young women who have been bamboozled by the tropes of male-championed liberal feminism that has caused them to believe a gathering of women in the woods is malicious. I feel sorry for all the women who will never know an experience like MichFest, who will have bought the lie that it existed to harm a small group of people, who have dismissed the second wave feminists who helped them have so many of the liberties they now enjoy, who have been conditioned against engaging the critical thinking skills necessary to understand that all the ranting and raving over the evils of Lisa Vogel, the evils of lesbians in the woods, is a fucking witch hunt, is rhetorical napalm used to torch our spaces – not because they are diabolical, but because they rattle – however slightly – the pillars of patriarchy, because they press against the ever elusive dream of women’s real, actual liberation.
So to all my sisters who are mourning this loss, rest assured we are legion and we will go on.
I'll see you in August.[/italic]