Introverts guide to midsumma 2019

out proud ps

Its January and therefore time for Melbourne’s Midsumma Festival. Frankly dears, the whole thing makes me want to lie down with a shandy in a quiet corner. So much business going on. So many opportunities to be trapped in awkward social situations. And so, inspired by Clareifications guide to Midsumma 2019 I thought I might contribute an introverts guide.

In the immortal words of Hannah Gadsby. Where do the quiet gays go??

Queer Economies at Abbotsford Convent

Art exhibitions are a great introvert friendly activity, and if you are attending this one you can get drink or bite to eat at Cam’s or disappear into one of the Convents quiet corners for a picnic.

MQFF @ the Drive In

If you are like me and the sort of introvert who loves to also belt out a show tune or two, this is just the ticket. Grab a friend or two and drive out to Coburgia for a night of summer lovin’. Or go alone, no-one is going to judge. If your car has tinted windows no-one will even know.

Panopticon by Simona Castricum

Simona’s work is transcendent. You can attend this event alone, or with a friend and just immerse yourself in the experience. No need for small talk.

Pride March 2019

And of course, you should join us for the GLAMprideVic contingent at the Pride March. It’s a MOST introvert friendly crowd.

Let us know you are coming or so we can give you important updates here.

Alternatively you can contact us on Twitter (@clareifications or @maudeygirl) or email ( for more details.



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Tea and Empathy

I just finished listening to Dawn Serra’s wonderful podcast.

In the latest episode she interviews Kate Kenfield about all things empathy & self care. The thing that jumped out at me was the concept of ‘pair care’, that self care doesn’t always to be something we do alone. This idea makes my heart sing!

I couldn’t remember if any of the self care techniques I had listed in Deep sigh, and smile included other people. As a happy introvert my best guess was that I hadn’t, so I was pleasantly surprised  that I had listed ‘cultivating my relationships’ at the top of the list (go me!).

One of the things Nicola Laurent and I have talked about in our work on vicarious trauma and emotional labour in archives is that the solitary and confidential nature of our work can be a real risk factor, preventing us from discussing anything we are affected by with anyone. Last night over drinks with some of my favorite archives women we talked about how important nurturing our professional support networks is. After listening to the podcast the penny finally dropped that what we were doing was a very meta form of pair care!

tears in the archives

Comment from a delegate at the Archives and Records Association Conference in Glasgow 2018 after Nicola and I presented our paper.

Kate has developed ‘Tea and Empathy’ cards to use as a tool for naming feelings. They are basically metadata. I can’t wait to get my hands on a deck.

(There is a kickstarter to develop the cards you can read more about it here). 


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gentle reading list for the tired soul

Museum of Modern Love

There hasn’t been a lot of fiction reading happening lately so I took to the socials asking for book recommendations. Criteria of no rape, murder, kidnapped or neglected children. I’m sure you get the picture. The list below is still growing, please feel free to add recommendations. I feel we could all do with a list like this right now.

I kicked off  my reading with The Museum of Modern Love by Heather Rose. It was loaned by a friend and delivered to my door by another (thanks and big love Mig and Trish). As soon as I started reading I knew my tired soul was in good hands. Its a delight!

White Houses – Amy Bloom

Space Opera – Catherynne M Valente

The Summer Book – Tove Jansson

Liaden Universe – Sharon Lee/Steve Miller

The Calculating Stars – Mary Robinette Kowal

The Nakano Thrift Shop – Hiromi Kawakami

Babel 17 – Samuel Delaney

Museum of Modern Love – Heather Rose

Belonging by Toko-pa Turner

The Years of Rice and Salt  – Kim Stanley Robinson

The Rosie Project – Graeme Simpson

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life in the slow lane


I started the day feeling guilty because I ran out of steam last night and didn’t bake biscuits to bring in to our Transgender Day of Visibility morning tea.

Its not until the 31st of March, but we celebrated early.

Anyway, as I churned up and down Fitzroy pool I was thinking about guilt and shame…..about the emotional labour of donning my bathers and walking out to the pool without covering my fat body with a towel. Of feeling like I don’t deserve to take up space alongside all the super fit dawn swimmers.

And I was thinking about how delighted I was when I heard Darebin Council had their first trans & gender diverse swim night, and thought about the bigger picture – how traumatising local pools can be for many folks in my community.

So I forgave myself and went along to morning tea empty handed. Someone else had baked (yay)!

I’m still hoping to write more about gender and archival description. Right now I’m in stage 1 of how to be a better ally; the listening, thinking and reading stage.

When I got out of the pool I took a selfie. Because fuck shame, right?

me pool

** Check out for some reading or follow them on twitter @TransGenderVic



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unmetered supply


I just spent a week in North Carolina for the SNCA18 Conference and discovered that it is poutine that makes me happy. Also (things I already knew); archives conferences, GLAM folk, snow, feminism, historical sites, eating ice cream with Nicola, radical empathy, having my heart expanded, and my brain stretched, and adorable lift signs in old libraries.

Rubenstein Library, Duke University


Before I left, I wrote this next bit.

If you follow me on twitter you may know I have been doing a 10 week Trauma Yoga course. When I signed up I was asked to complete a form with all the usual questions, injuries, allergies etc.

Close to the end were two questions that brought pause;

  1. Who are your support people, and how often do you see/speak to them?
  2. What do you value most in life?

The existential emergency was thankfully brief. I answered that the two things I value the most are my relationships and my connectedness to a sense of purpose. It’s the second I thought I would write about for March #GLAMblogclub.

Happiness is a fuzzy concept. Rafts of people have pulled their hair out trying to explain it and even more seem to have attempted to do that in a format that becomes a best selling book. This makes me feel ok about not really knowing what happiness is, or that it is something I should be striving for above all things. I’m not the first person to say this. If the number of GLAM folks in the #SadOtter fan club are anything to go by, I’m not the only one who thinks “its ok to be sad” sometimes (Sad Otter, 2018).

My parents say that the only thing they want for my brother and I is for us to be happy. I have often joked it would have been easier if they had insisted I become a doctor or a lawyer. I’ve talked before about the legacy of aspirational family dynamics. I’ll probably keep doing so. To be able to work in a field, in a job that I get so much personal satisfaction from, is a privilege I don’t take for granted.

The thing is what gives me a sense of purpose is my work and my activism. Other than a brief period in the early noughties when I was paid to milk cows and cuddle Guinea Pigs  as a community development worker at Collingwood Children’s Farm I can’t claim my work has made me happy. It often has made me feel valued, useful and that I am making a meaningful contribution. But happy? No.

In the end I don’t want to be judged on what I did to make myself happy. I hope I am judged on the contribution I made.


Spontaneous instagramming




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we are volcanoes.

“We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.”

Ursula K. Le Guin, commencement speech to Bryn Mawr in 1986

I spoke at a records management conference last week, and joked that it was the first conference I’d been to in ages where no-one had quoted Derrida. As with a lot of humour, underneath there is an uncomfortable truth. Our uncomfortable truth is that the archival professional was built on, and continues to represent dominant, oppressive systems.

The great news is that we can do something about it. One way we can enact change immediately is in who we choose to cite, or give voice to. In our papers, our talks, our blogs. We  also nudge the revolution along every time we buy a book or watch a movie or a play written by someone who isn’t a cisgendered pale male .

Sarah Ahmed has written extensively about her citation policy. She states “Citation is feminist memory. Citation is how we acknowledge our debt to those who came before; those who helped us find our way when the way was obscured because we deviated from the paths we were told to follow” (Ahmed, 2017).

               Helene Cixous is a post-structuralist, feminist, and contemporary of Derrida’s.    Since I discovered her, every time I think about Derrida, I now also think about Cixous.

Its that easy.


Oh, and how have I chiselled this into the February #GLAMblogclub theme? Its time to stop watching, and start acting.


Ahmed, S. 2017 Living a Feminist Life. Duke University Press. Durham and London.

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humbling along



This is a quick emotional muster at the start of the week.

Yesterday I spent the day at our Victorian Greens Women’s Network Conference.  As part of an exercise we discussed women as leaders and what some of the qualities were in women that we admired. This morning I’m trying to quickly unpack why I had an instant and negative response to humble as a positive quality. Then I need to get on with business.

Other people have done a much better job than me at analysing qualities of women and leadership but here are a couple of of thoughts. I’m the result of aspirational family dynamics. I was encouraged to achieve but at the same time told not to get my hopes up. It was also not the done thing to sell yourself too much lest ye be accused of having tickets on yourself. The worst.

I guess you could say I was raised that being humble is a good thing.

So what happens when you grow up, become ambitious, feminist, driven? Is it possible to be all of those things and also humble?


I’m going to go with a tentative yes and shape what I mean by humble. To me it means backing yourself without diminishing others. It especially means acknowledging the contribution other people have made to your success. It means not bringing the drawbridge up after yourself, but shoving a massive stick in the cogs so that no-one else can either (sorry about mixing the metaphor, I haven’t had a coffee yet).

So, there are a few thoughts about being humble. If you have any please let me know. Go forth into the week lovelies. Back yourself, back others.

Toni Morrison

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