The Q Advocate

Today we volunteered at a community home and their gardener/horticulturist was directing us prior to the work

She had a snarky and assured demeanor, raising her eyebrows often while speaking to us and was dressed in MEC gear with short hair. She told us about how she was an educator and taught as many as 60 people at a time, and would memorize all their names. I assumed there was a lot of work to be done, but she was taking a lot of time to expand on everything that she happened to mention, either out of habit or to demonstrate her breadth of knowledge.

Sure, cool.. maybe I can learn some horticultural insights which can be valuable.

We get to a vegetable bed and in her elaboration on the types of vegetables they’ve been growing, she suddenly starts talking about some teenaged girls in the community who had been volunteering:

“They were GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORGEOUS!!!… wearing their short little skirts and tight tops.. it was just amahzing.. and they would get up on the vegetable bed like this”
she climbs up on the frame of the soil bed, squats down and drives her hips back
“and when they worked they would sticking everything out in their short skirts as they planted.. and oh boy were they were ever powerful.. they were SOOOOO POWERFUL!!.. oh my god.. they were so beautiful but you don’t want to mess with them.. gosh.. those girls!!”

“We took so many pictures of them.. they were just gorgeous.. we have so many pictures”.

Interesting. Both stunning and brave, I suppose.

She’s challenging the status quo and empowering these young girls by likening them to admired male attributes while gushing over their beauty and depicting them as liberated through their sexuality.

I guess that’s the queer aspect of intersectionality.. it allows you to set forth degeneracy in a political fashion while somehow making it okay to sexualize underaged people.