Originalmente publicado en to a fault:
2013 has been a long and interesting year. I got engaged, I began Being Loquacious, I passed my second year of university with a 2:1 (by the skin of my teeth, mind) and I, along with two other brilliant young women, began Lincoln University’s first ever Feminism Society.
Political and bureaucratic processes are the bane of the life of anyone who wants to get things done. Establishing the society took many weeks longer than it should have done and required much hassling on my part of the Student’s Union. I am not so unprofessional as to publicly disparage Lincoln’s SU, not least because I know several of the staff there and they’re all doing their best in an environment feeling the squeeze of the recession, as many universities are. That said, bloody hell was it a pain in the arse getting the ball rolling. But roll it did, and despite receiving a rejection vote at the student council where we emerged (usually you’d just get abstains, and we got an awful lot of those as well) we managed to wriggle through and get ourselves set up. And here we are.
Lincoln is a very white, very middle class university city. From the outset of the society’s creation there was one word on my lips at every meeting: intersectionality. I didn’t want us to become an echo chamber, a naval gazing conclave of white feminism patting itself on the back for signing a few petitions. As a queer individual with many trans* friends close to my heart, I was very stubborn at our outset that we would be a safe, welcoming space for everyone who identified with our cause, regardless of gender, sex, race, religion or disability. To my relief, this viewpoint was not meant with any resistance whatsoever: there was a unanimous agreement that branches such as Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminism had no place in our society, due to their own exclusionary nature.