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Meeresbande Zine #2, Extras – Create your own gender binary

21. Oktober 2016




Meeresbande Zine #2, S. 73 – Cob

21. Oktober 2016


Meeresbande Zine #2, S. 72 – #ichhabnichtangezeigt

21. Oktober 2016


Fay Weldon: „Much sheer effort goes into avoiding the truth: left to itself, it sweeps in like the tide.“

[Triggerwarnung: Vergewaltigung, Täterschutz, sexualisierte Gewalt gegen Kinder]


#ichhabnichtangezeigt weil es einfach alles zu viel war. Mir wurde schon als Baby Gewalt angetan und immer weiter bis ich 18 oder 20 war. Es waren unsere Mutter und Vater.

#ichhabnichtangezeigt weil die Täter*innen Mittelstands-Deutsche waren, die ein normales Leben führten. Keiner verdächtigte sie, keiner hätte mir geglaubt. Es war und ist auch für mich unfassbar.

#ichhabnichtangezeigt gerade weil es so schlimm war, gerade deshalb konnte ich es nicht anzeigen.

#ichhabnichtangezeigt weil sie mir immer wieder Todesangst gemacht haben damit ich das Schweigen nicht brechen sollte. Diese Todesangst kommt immer noch hoch, wenn ich versuche, darüber zu sprechen oder zu schreiben.

#ichhabnichtangezeigt weil ich mich machtlos fühle und die Gesellschaft, die Polizei, die Justiz immer eher die Täter(*innen) schützt, als die Betroffenen.

#ichhabnichtangezeigt weil (fast) die ganze Gesellschaft ungerecht ist und die Täter*innen schützt und die Betroffenen retraumatisiert, anzweifelt, beschuldigt zu lügen oder verrückt zu sein oder die Ruhe zu stören oder auf Rache aus zu sein. Weil die Gesellschaft will, dass wir schweigen, damit sie so tun können, als wäre alles OK. Nichts ist OK!!! Wir schweigen nicht mehr, denn Schweigen tut weh und schweigen schadet uns selbst und allen anderen, es hilft nur den Täter*innen! Wir brauchen Orte wie diesen, wo es sicher ist, das Schweigen zu brechen. Denn wir müssen auf uns selbst gut aufpassen; das haben wir verdient, auch wenn uns immer das Gegenteil eingebläut wurde.

Es gibt so viele Mythen und Lügen über Vergewaltigungen! Glaubt den Mythen nicht! Erzählt sie nicht weiter, hört auf, Filme und Bücher zu schreiben, in denen hinterhältige Frauen unschuldigen Männern eine Vergewaltigung unterstellen oder in denen so getan wird, als könnten Männer nicht vergewaltigt werden oder in denen eine Vergewaltigung irgendwie OK ist, wenn die Betroffene „es am Ende doch wollte“. Solche Geschichten führen zu mehr Vergewaltigungen und dazu, dass den Betroffenen nicht geglaubt und nicht geholfen wird, sondern stattdessen die Täter(*innen) geschützt und unterstützt werden.

Lernt auf eigene und andere Grenzen zu achten und fragt bei Sexualität IMMER nach, ob die andere Person dasselbe will wie ihr. Respektiert die Antwort.

Lieber einmal weniger Sex haben, als dass es eine Vergewaltigung mehr gibt auf der Welt.

Meeresbande Zine #2, S. 71 – The Snake inside Sammy

21. Oktober 2016


[Trigger warning: child abuse, horror story, possession]

No”, said the boy quietly, “I am not Sammy. I am the spirit of a Serpent who–“

Sammy’s mother gasped, “What?”

Sammy is here, too, and he can see and hear and smell everything I do. But he can’t stop me.”

Now, look here”, began Sammy’s father, trying to hide his growing fear, “You can’t just take our little boy–“

Your boy?!”, spat the snake, “You’re talking as though he were your property!”

There was a moment of heavy silence. No-one moved. The green eyes that stared out of Sammy’s face fixated both parents.

Then, Mr. Jones whispered, “So that’s what this is about.”

There was no answer.

Finally, Mrs. Jones rounded on her husband, “I told you we should be more careful–“

You told me? You were the one who couldn’t get enough–“

Silence!”, hissed the snake, “This is enough. How dare you! How dare you argue over who’s fault this is! I will not tolerate this anymore! You will never do it again!”

Oh yes, we will!” Sammy’s father lunged forwards, grabbing his son’s shoulders, pushing him to the ground. He lay on top of the little boy, his red face just an inch from Sammy’s pale one.

You’re going to regret this”, he grunted.

Sammy, and the Snake that possessed him, felt his father’s breath on his cheeks, on his neck. Suddenly timid, the child asked, “What are you going to do?”

His mother gave a short, cruel shriek of laughter, “Ha! Not so cocky anymore, are you?”

His father repeated, “You’re going to regret this”, a whisper, his lips brushing Sammy’s ear. His hands fumbled with the boys pajamas, grabbing his skin.

Suddenly, with far greater strength than any four-year-old should have, Sammy – the snake – pushed his father off himself. He stood up.

Get out! Get out of my life!”

Mr. and Mrs. Jones obeyed, scared. They backed through the door and nearly fell over one another on their way out of the house.

In the front yard, a foot stumbled onto a hidden viper…

Meeresbande Zine #2, S. 70 – The Snake insde Sammy

21. Oktober 2016


[Trigger warning: Child abuse implied, horror story, possession]

The Snake inside Sammy 12/2010-6/2011

Sammy Jones seemed to be a normal, four-year-old boy. He was a bit shy and didn’t have many friends, but there were Micha and Nimy with whom he often played at Kindergarten. He liked hide-and-seek best. Sammy always found the most obscure hiding-places and was good at keeping still so that he wasn’t easily found.

He was smart and well-behaved, his parents were proud of him. But sometimes they wee worried, too. It started when they found torn, mutilated toys and stuffed animals beneath his cupboard. He said he didn’t know who had broken them or why they were hidden. In fact, Sammy seemed sincerely shocked and bewildered when they showed him the toys. His blue eyes went wide and for a moment it looked as though he might start to cry. But he didn’t. Sammy hardly ever cried.

From now on, his parents paid attention to little signs that might show what was wrong with their boy. He seemed even more quiet and withdrawn than ever. He was paler than usual. He had trouble sleeping. They caught him staring blankly into space.

Sammy, is everything alright with you?”


Are you sure? You remember what we talked about?”


About you talking about things that bother you?”

Yes. There is nothing I need to tell you.”


I promise.”

OK, then. Just remember: We’re always here to watch over you.”

And that, too, Sammy knew, was a promise.

About three weeks after this conversation, Sammy’s parents noticed a disturbing change in his behavior. Sammy started to be cold, resentful, even aggressive towards them. He had never been like that before. Mr. and Mrs. Jones decided to talk to him again.

Tonight they were going to find out what had happened. It was also going to be their last night.

I will end this now.”

It was a simple statement. Sammy’s voice and gaze were both steady and deeper than that of a four-year-old. His mother shivered. His father took half a step back. Then he noticed.

Sammy! Your eyes! They’re green!”

Meeresbande Zine #2, S. 69 – More quotes from the book endgame

20. Oktober 2016


More quotes from Derrick Jensen’s book endgame (2006):

Volume II, p. 780

There comes a time in the lives of many long-term activists when symbolic victories – rare even as these can be sometimes – are no longer enough. There comes a time when many of these activists get burned out, discouraged, demoralized. Many fight despair.

I think fighting against this despair is a mistake. I think this despair is often an unacknowledged embodied understanding that the tactics we’ve been using aren’t accomplishing what we want, and the goals we’ve been seeking are insufficient to the crises we face. Activists so often get burned out and frustrated because we’re trying to achieve sustainability [justice, equality] within a system that is inherently unsustainable [injust, based on exploitation]. We can never win. No wonder we get discouraged.

But instead of really listening to these feelings, we so often take a couple of weeks off, and then dive back into trying to put the same old square pegs into the same old round holes. The result? More burnout. More frustration. More discouragement. And the salmon keep dying. [The exploited humans and nonhumans keep getting exploited, bombs keep falling, nuclear power keeps nuking people and landbases, illegalized immigrants keep getting hunted]

What would happen if we listened to these feelings of being burned out, discouraged, demoralized, and frustrated? What would those feelings tell us? Is it possible they could tell us that what we’re doing isn’t working, and so we should try something else? Perhaps they’re telling us, to squish metaphors, that we should stop trying to save scraps of soap and try to bust out of the whole concentration camp. […]

[T]he feeling I get when I’m working futilely feels a lot like burnout, discouragement, frustration, and so on. I’ve felt this sensation often enough to know that it doesn’t mean I need to take two weeks off and then come back and do the same damn useless job. Nor does it mean I need to collapse into a sobbing heap of self-pity. None of those do any good. It usually means I need to change my approach so that I accomplish something in the real physical world.

Useful work and tangible accomplishments make burnout go away quickly.

Volume II, p. 530

The civilized generally consider themselves to be highly rational, and a great working definition of rationalization is that it is the deliberate elimination of information unnecessary to achieving an immediate task. This information to be eliminated can certainly include morality.

On Pacifism: “And if a mother mouse will attack someone 6,000 times her size [himself, to defend her children] – and win – what the hell is wrong with us?”

Meeresbande Zine #2, S. 68 – Comic: nicht gezeigt

20. Oktober 2016


[hat so leider nie stattgefunden]

Comic zeigt die Therapeutin und uns am Tisch sitzen.

Therapeutin: „Es gab doch auch mal eine Zeit, wo sich Ihre Innenpersonen nicht so gezeigt haben, oder? *suggestiv*“
Wir: „Ja, und es gab bestimmt auch mal ne Zeit, wo es Ihre Außenkinder noch nicht gab. Wollen Sie den Zustand nicht wieder herstellen?“
Wir: „Hm?“