governments.â She turns the page. Then, âNative people have almost always understood that many Europeans were wétiko , were insane.â
I lift up slightly again, say, âMost nonhumans know that, too.â
âYes,â she says.
I begin again.
âNo,â she says.
I stop.
âLook at me.â
I do. I like what I see.
She laughs. âNo, up here, at my face.â
I do. I still like what I see.
âI canât tell you how nice it is not to have to pretend with you.â
I shake my head, the barest movement.
âI donât have to pretend Iâm not as smart as I am so you wonât find me intimidating. I donât have to pretend I donât hate this culture so you wonât think me crazy. And I donât have to pretend I want you, because I really do. All of me. Iâm not divided: brain here, body there; body here, brain there. Iâm all here. No hesitation.â
I smile.
She says, âYou help me remember Iâm an animal.â
I keep smiling. I donât say anything.
She doesnât either. We just look at each other. Finally she says, âI didnât mean to interrupt. . . .â
âInterrupt away,â I say. âWeâve got plenty of time.â
seven
beauty
I remember the first time I told Allison she was beautiful. She shook her head, and said, âNo, no. Donât go there.â
I wasnât sure what Iâd said. I apologized anyway, to be safe.
âOh, no. Iâm the one whoâs sorry. Thank you. Thatâs nice. I just have a hard time engaging with the whole concept of beauty. It seems so random, with all the eye of the beholder stuff, and with whatâs considered good-looking in one era being the next eraâs horror.â
âWhat does that matter? I think youâre beautiful, isnât that enough?â
âIt matters because of how much beauty standards hurt women. I know how much they hurt me, and I basically fit, more or less, into acceptable.â
âAcceptable? Look in the mirror.â
âThank you, but if I grant a category called âbeautifulâ then that means that some of us are left out, and what if itâs me whoâs left out?â
âWell, youâre not.â
âBut what if I were?â
âLook, youâre an amazing painter. That leaves some people out. Youâre really smart. That leaves some people out. You understand that civilization is killing the planet. That leaves some people out. Youâre attracted to me. That leaves some people out.â
âNot many.â
âYouâre sweet, but why do you get to say it and I donât?â
âBecause youâre a man and you donât have to carry six thousand years of patriarchal pressure on having the overwhelming majority of your worth be determined by whether men deem you fuckable based on how pleasing you are for them to look at. And so far as the painting and intelligence and understanding, those are all things Iâve worked at, that Iâve tried to develop in myself. In contrast, I was born with a certain physical appearance and thereâs only so much I can do about that, for better or worse.â
âYou were born smarter than other people, too, and more talented. Those were gifts that were given to you.â
âBut I developed them, and besides, they arenât based on a several thousand year history of abuse that comes from a power relationship of male watcher and female object to be judged. Womenâs intelligence and artistic abilities have not so often been used against them, but beauty is constantly used as a weapon to render women self-hating and ashamed.â
âIâm sorry.â
âHereâs my experience: you say something nice about my physical appearance and Iâm immediately outside my body, imaging it, not being it. And of course I donât measure up. My breasts are too small. . .
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