Charing Cross, and Millbank

I don't really have any pictures of rioting, so this'll have to do

Stuart Lorimer, one of the shrinks at the Gender Identity Clinic at Charing Cross, has come up with a useful list of misconceptions about GICs. So I’ve posted it here, in the Trans Resources area. Because it is striking how often people will tell you that you have to wear a skirt and look uber-femme, and conform to a standard trans narrative, when you go there. And these are invariably people who haven’t gone there. I’ve been there, and this is how it is, so there.

I was remembering 1990, yesterday afternoon. Back then, I went down to London with Corrina, my flatmate, on my MZ motorbike, to join in the Poll Tax march. We were at the back of the march, and it got slower and slower and then stopped. So we sloped off to the Tate and admired the Paula Rego. Paula Rego was a big wow for Corrina. Me too, actually.

And on the way home, we stopped at a pub in Hungerford, and when the woman next to us heard where we’d been she said “Were you in the riot?”

“What riot?”

Yesterday I was sitting at my desk in Bristol reading tweets from the front line as it was happening.

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7 Responses to Charing Cross, and Millbank

  1. Jenny Alto says:

    It did rather take us all back twenty years, didn’t it. Something about the winter lighting too.

    I had some friends who used going to the poll tax demo as a chance for a subsidised trip to London to do some shopping. They went off round the town and only realised when they joined all the Socialist Worker types for the bus home the extent of what they’d missed. A two hundred mile bus ride to the accompaniment of badly rendered Billy Bragg songs was not worth a cheap day in London by their estimation.

  2. Dru says:

    I bet there was a a fair bit of clenched fist saluting on the bus too.
    The most front line I ever got was on an ANL counter-demo at an NF march. The police tried to snatch me, and my friends grabbed the other arm and played tug-of-war with me. They won. It was quite fun really, though a police dog handler and his dog nearly lost the plot…

    • Richard says:

      I was in Strasbourg last year for the visit of Pres Obama. The CRS were numerous and smugly oppressive, to the point where sanity demanded a riot. Which failed to arise, despite the best efforts of the riot police, who threw tear-gas at anti-capitalists dressed as clowns. There’s a word for clownophobia.

  3. federay says:

    Yesterday I got an email from a reputable purveyor of foodstuffs inviting me to “Save Lives While You Shop”. I thought: well, which is it?
    When is a demo not a demo?
    When is a sartorial signifier not a sartorial signifier?
    I’m beginning to feel, after the demo/riot, and the hashtag-twitterjoketrial, and the email which assumed I could be persuaded that buying more own-brand white-slice would save lives, that what makes me cross is not that the world is stupid but that world thinks I am stupid.
    Which is childish.

  4. Rachel says:

    Concerning your comment on the list of misconceptions about GICs. I agree. I was recently seen by Sunderland GIC and this document mirrors my treatment in every one of these items.

    The tales of woe put about by some people are unfortunate. The waiting time is long and all through this time the worry of not knowing who to believe made me very unhappy.

    Fear of clowns = Coulrophobia, I guess some how associated with the Greek κλόουν.

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