I need a rant. I've just had a lovely anniversary weekend in York, but my experience of York Art Gallery and their "queered" permanent exhibition space has got me well and truly riled. It's so bloody contrived. I'd love it if they told the stories of gay artists - they have done this a little bit, but the casual bandying around of the word "queer" makes me so uncomfortable as the sister of an older gay man. The term being used offensively is not that far off in the past to people my age and older. This is accompanied by numerous somewhat patronising texts explaining why they use this word and how it's nothing to worry about these days because it's been reclaimed. Hmm, OK then.
What really pissed me off, though, was an exhibition text label next to a painting of St Agatha (who, for those that don't know, was tortured and had her breasts removed) written by a young transman describing how recognised this makes them feel and how it chimes with their own liberating experience of first wearing a binder, even though it really hurt their ribs. I mean, wtaf???!!! How is this OK? On every level - from the analysis of the painting to the celebration of painful ribs - this is so, so offensive to me as a woman.
I noticed they mentioned comments cards but none were to be found. I'm deeply ashamed to say that I'm too scared to contact them online with my views because it will necessarily have to include my contact details, and I work in a tangentially rated field (god I thought it was woke where I work but this is another level).
Well, phew. That was cathartic if nothing else.