Sex in the Victorian Era
During the Victorian era, men were dominant and women were considered submissive and weak. Worst of all, homosexual males were hunted down and executed like animals. It was a time full of contradictions where sex was frowned upon and religion beliefs were the way of life. Nevertheless, adultery, pornography, and prostitution were common. Certainly the Victorian era would have been a better time for a heterosexual male to live in, but it was a terrible time for women and for homosexual men. For people in homosexual relationships in the Victorian era, it would have been considered a deadly time. Although the church had less power than in previous times, people in the Victorian era were to obey and follow the conservative religious way of life and were to understand their roles given to them by the church.
The inequalities both for gender roles and people who were seen as different or abnormal were certainly evident. For those who moved far from their role or did not fit into society’s well-scripted role, they were viewed as deviants, outcasts, and were likely to be executed. Straight men were seen as the protectors and the heroes and had fewer rules to obey. Women on the other hand were seen as fragile, weak, and even playing a musical instrument was a reminder of how different both genders were viewed, especially when it came to sex. For example, women were to enjoy music, but were limited to playing certain instruments because some were considered too sexual. After all, getting caught playing the flute for a woman was seen as “unladylike.” God forbid a woman got caught playing the cello.
Although the inequities between gender roles were unfair, the inequities between straight man and gay man were even more extreme. Gay men were seen as having mental disorders and were viewed as sinners. At one point, they were hunted and executed. In contrast, straight men could indulge themselves with prostitutes. After all, a man’s semen at one point was considered too precious to be wasted on masturbation. Because people in the Victorian era were controlled by religious beliefs, gender inequalities were far too extreme and homosexuality was seen as a disorder rather than a natural creation. Surely the Victorian era was a period better suited for the straight man and not a woman or homosexual.
I am convinced that I would have not enjoyed living in this period of time. However, after researching the facts, I have come to realize that the Victorian era is not that different from our present time, and religious beliefs are still far too extreme. It is clear that globalization has increased diversity in our modern world, and as a society we have come a long way from the dark days of witch burning and segregation. However, gender, social, and cultural inequities still exist, and in some parts of the world people who demonstrate homosexual behaviors are persecuted or even executed. In my opinion, religion has contributed to how societies come to view certain groups of people and has determined how society should live everyday life, including how to manage their sex lives. Religion will probably continue to have an influence on future societies and it will continue to direct, control, and rule as it sees it fit. Similarly, people like me will continue to be marked as outcasts and deviants and will continue to fight for our natural human rights.
It was eight thirty in the morning and the alarm clock, like a new born, had not stopped making noise. I had been hitting the snooze button for the last twenty minutes, trying to get a few more minutes of sleep. It began to get late, and I realized that the time to get up and begin my first day at the local community college had come. My first class was going to start at nine thirty, and I began to panic and rushed to get ready. Shaking, and pumped with adrenaline, I began to ramble out loud: “I still need to gather my things. I need to print out my schedule. What time is it? Where are my clothes?” Thought after thought and question after question came to my mind, and I hurried to finish getting ready and took off to school. Thankfully, I lived close to campus, and with adrenaline still in my veins, I began to run until I reached the school grounds. I looked at my watch and saw that it was five minutes until class. Panic began to set in once more. My schedule read “Professor Lispi, English 269A, Room 311.” I entered the building and ran to the elevator. “Someone hold the door open!” I screamed out loud, but to no avail. The elevator doors shut close. I took off to the stairs, and like an Olympic runner trying to reach the finish line, I sprinted as fast as I could. Covered in sweat, I finally arrived to Mr. Lispi’s class. I entered the room and was pleasantly surprised. Class had not yet started. I took a seat in front of Mr. Lispi, who was calmly waiting for students to arrive. At the time, I had no idea what an impact this professor would have on my educational experience. After many years, I had returned to school to better myself, but my lack of interest remained, something that Mr. Lispi would change forever. Mr. Lispi’s teaching process not only inspired me, but helped me become a better student and writer. More importantly, Mr. Lispi’s activism and positive advice helped me become passionate about my education once again.
My journey to Mr Lispi’s class was a long and emotional one and I endure many hardships alone the way. It all began at the age of sixteen while living in a small town in northern California. I was a young and foolish young man and like any other adolescent who makes mistakes, I joined a local gang. I was hoping to make a name for myself and felt at that time that the gang life was my only option to do so. My parents would lecture me on the importance of higher education and constantly reminded me on the negative impact the life I was living would have on my future. Yet my parents words had no affect on me and like a marine loyal to his fellow soldiers I too was loyal to my gang. As time passed, I could feel my life stuck on pause. I was headed nowhere and finally I was becoming to understand the words my parents had said to me many years ago about the importance of higher education yet somehow my loyalty to my gang remind. It was not until the murder of friend that I finally realize that the life was living was not for me. I decided to get out of my gang and with permission from the gang leaders I was given a second chance of life and I knew education would be the only way to better myself.
Four years had passed since I left behind my gang and I begin to take charge of my life and most importantly my education. My friend’s murder still haunted me and like a broken record or a film stuck on replay, his voice and image were constant in my head. The last four years were hard to endure and high school was very challenging, but I managed to graduate. After high school I decided to work and put my education aside. Few more years passed and I was working as a tech supervisor for a apartment complex. My work was labor intense and my pay was low and it was then that I realize that I needed to pursue higher education if I wanted to better myself once again. Although my passion for education was still lacking in me, without regrets or any notice, to friends or to my family I packed my things and left my home and embarked in my new journey. I had researched Berkeley California months before and I knew my journey would begin there.
Months had gone by since I arrived in Berkeley and my first day at the local community college had arrived and it would be my first encounter with Mr. Lispi. I remember being nervous, not knowing what to expect. It had been many years since I seen the inside of a classroom and my pensile tapping on the table would show how nervous I truly was. The classroom quickly filled and at that time I could not tell if the shaved head young person with brown faded pants and a trending flannel shirt who was standing in front of me and the classroom was Mr Lispi. This young man looked to be in his late twenties and I remember thinking to myself, “When would my professor inter the classroom and why the young men would not just sit down?” It was not until a few minutes after the class began that I realize that the young men who stood in front me patiently, was my professor. Mr. Lispi just stood by his computer waiting for the room to quiet and then finally spoke. He said, “I am Marc Lispi. Welcome to English 269A, but you can just call me Marc.”After our formal introductions passed we proceeded to read the Syllabus. We would go over all the normal expectations and rules of the class and soon after Mr. Lispi then looked at us all and said, “There is no reason why everyone in this class cannot receive an A. If you work hard and turn in all your assignments, you should be ok.” His advice was simple, but it would stay with me. Finally the class had come to an end and I felt excited, motivated and ready to work for my first A as the professor stated.
A few weeks had gone by and we were working on our first essay. We were supposed to write about an experience in our life that had in some way contributed in our reason for attending college. I had not been in school or written an essay for many of years. The professor was constantly teaching us about the writing process and guiding us through the logic of writing, but I was still having trouble. Like a foreign student sitting in classroom for the first time trying to understand a different language or like a lost a child trying to find his way home, everything to me seem unfamiliar and I did not understand what he asked on me or where to begin my essay. I decided to speak to marc and tell him I did not understand the assignment. I waited until the lecture was over and then I began to express my frustrations. I was expecting for him to have a disappointment expression on his face or express an unsympathetic comment. Instead Marc asked me to sit down and patiently explain the assignment to me. He then asked me, about education goals and I told him I my ultimate goal was to become a radiation therapist, “My mother had cancer and won the battle. My brother in-law also had cancer, but was not as lucky and also the death of my best friend.” He asks me if those experiences contribute for pursuing higher education and I responded with, “Yes,” and like a jigsaw puzzle coming together, everything made more sense and I knew exactly what to write about.
Mr. Lispi always inspired students to work harder and essay after essay Marc would help all the students in the class have a better understanding on writing, but it would be his activism that would inspire me the most. It was January 2009 and the school budget cuts began to take a devastating effect on the education system. Teachers from across the country were getting laid-off and students tuition began to rocket and programs were getting cutoff. The school system was no longer the same and most students like me, who felt they wanted to do something, were just too shy of scare to say a word. I would just stand on the sidelines like everyone else and hoped for the best. A speak-out event took place on campus, where students or faculty could express their frustrations regarding the budget cuts. I was waiting for my math class to start when I heard a familiar voice talk threw some speakers, “Education is not a privilege it’s a right,’ the voice was telling the crowd. The voice was coming from the basement floor and as I looked down from the fifth floor I saw Mr. Lispi trying to encourage students to speak-out against the budget cuts. I remember thinking to myself that here was this man that would always help his students was now standing in front of a crowed encouraging others to speak-out. He was fighting for our education and I begin to feel proud of Mr. Lispi. I felt inspired to take a stand and fight for my education.
Mr. Lispi had lit a fire in me something that no other professor had ever done. After seeing Mr. Lispi speak-out multiple of times, I begin to feel passionate about my education and I felt I need to do something and speak-out against the budget cuts and also find ways to help other students. I was not alone others were also inspired to do more by Mr. Lispi speeches and in the process help them become passionate about their education. American author Mike Rose once wrote, “Students will float to the mark you set,” (160). Rose was referring to the mark teachers set for their students and Mr. Lispi had set a mark so high, that I wanted to reach it. I constantly attend protest in Berkeley, held by UC Berkeley and BCC student. I would no longer stand on the side lines and do nothing instead I would speak-out and became more active in my school work. I became more vocal against school budget cuts and other political issues like Arizona’s anti-immigration bill SB1070. I felt I could do more for students, so I created,” The Students for Students Group,” an on-line student group where student who attend college could go to and receive the positive support and tutoring.. Soon after Mr. Lispi class came to end and I would go to other classes, yet his motivation, activism and the need to help others will forever stay with me.
Teachers like Mr. Lispi who help motivate and inspire the future leaders of America must be better paid and more importantly appreciated, because without them students like me would otherwise lack the passion and motivation they would need to succeed in the world of academia. Society must do more to support all teachers and not turn on them and blame them for the errors in the educational system. Controversial film maker Michael Moore, once wrote,” Considering the face-slapping society gives our teachers on a daily basis, is it any wonder so few choose the profession?” I completely agree with his remarks if we do not start supporting great and positive teachers than teachers like Mr Lispi cannot do their much needed work and student like me would never find their passion and become motivated about their education.
by Dee Dee Garcia Blase
At a press conference yesterday, the 2016 Presidential Republican candidate hopeful via New Jersey Gov. Chris Christie dismissed the concerns of an undocumented student by repeatedly saying: “They can’t be second class citizens if they’re not citizens.”
Is this the RNC’s new idea of “Hispanic” voter outreach? It is true, DREAMers cannot vote, but Chicano/Latino voters can and will vote in 2014 and in 2016.
A 2010 video has emerge showing Phil Robertson expressing his views on Homosexuality.
Berean Bible Church
Feb. 5,6 2010
Special Guest Speaker: Phil Robertson aka The Duck Commander
In an interview with GQ’s Drew Magary, the duck commander himself Phil Robertson from the very popular A&E series expressed his view that homosexuality was immoral, likening it to bestiality.
“Everything is blurred on what’s right and what’s wrong… Sin becomes fine. Start with homosexual behavior and just morph out from there… Bestiality, sleeping around…” Phil said.
After fans of the show become upset A&E soon after suspended Phil Robertson from the show.
Just the same, some supporters are upset with A&E because they believe Phil Robertson is free to express his opinion.
See the full website, with more stories at http://www.FacesOfRepeal.com.
House Republicans have voted nearly 50 times to repeal the Affordable Care Act, which would raise prescription drug costs for millions of seniors, allow insurance companies to deny coverage to 129 million Americans with preexisting conditions – including 17 million children – and to increase costs on middle class families.
“For every statistic, there are millions of seniors who are saving thousands on prescription drugs, countless Americans who won’t face bankruptcy because of health care, and millions of sick kids who are guaranteed coverage — and those are the people Republicans are hurting with their obsessive repeal efforts,” said Emily Bittner of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee. “Not only would Republicans’ repeal hurt millions of middle class Americans, they refuse to put forward an agenda to solve these problems. The Republican repeal takes away coverage, hikes rates, and sends too many Americans back into a broken system where insurance companies were free to do whatever they wanted, at the cost of middle class families. The costs of Republican repeal are simply too high — and these are the faces of those who will hurt the most.”
The Associated Press has more respect than the Spanish-speaking news media outlet via Telemundo in Arizona.
With thousands of Immigrants listening and calling in to Carlos Galindo‘ nationally syndicated daily Bilingual political talk show to opine, he has the finger on the pulse of the Immigrant community and he is demanding an apology from Telemundo for using “illegal immigrant” when reporting on a DPS officer who resigned following the discovery that she was in the US as an undocumented immigrant. Carmen Figueroa worked for DPS for 10 years, and says she was told by her family that she was born in the United States. A spokesperson for DPS said she would have been fired if she did not resign.
Shame on Telemundo Phoenix for allowing their reporter Diego Santiago to use the term “Inmigrante Ilegal” OVER and OVER again on the story he covered! Insensitive and inappropriate! Not only did he do that, he accused the Department of Public Safety Officer of being an “illegal Immigrant” without her having had due process. He should be utilizing the word alleged, and he shouldn’t be using the non-existent words “illegal Immigrants.”
Boycott listening to Arizona Telemundo until they apologize for using “illegal immigrant” to Spanish-speaking audience on Spanish news.
Posted by Somos Independents
See this video where police berate little kids for singing at Speaker Boehner‘s Office.
This is outreach from the GOP and Reince Priebus for the #Women and Hispanic Voters? Do these Republicans think they will appearl to the women matriarch voters who are protective of children to begin with?
My they are out of touch.
See video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JJ8-3nQMGM#t=26
- Speaker Boehner remembered as the Scrooge in 2013 regarding Immigrant Rights’ history.