But don’t worry, we are not going anywhere you already haven’t been. As part of our efforts to continually improve our user experience, we will be beta-launching our new integrated site on Feb 15th 2010, 09:00 GMT+8.

The new integrated site will be conveniently located at www.sayoni.com, with many exciting features including our standard offerings of the blog and the forum, with all the previously existing posts and articles.

So as part of our move, the site will be taken offline at 00:30 GMT+8 on Feb 13th 2010. We suggest you save any necessary data before the move.

So what’s the difference?

We will no longer be using our subdomains – forum.sayoni.com and blog.sayoni.com

If you try to access them after the move, you will be automatically be redirected to the new site, where you can log in with your previously existing forum username and password.

Unfortunately, in our move, we are unable to move your existing private messages. We recommend you log in now and save them before the move, as the current forum will be inaccessible after the move. You will also not be able to use any previously existing blog username and password.

We are all very excited about the move, and we hope you are too. But we understand you might be a little scared of getting used to the new site. Don’t worry, there will be a handy user guide for you. Feel free to approach us with any questions or comments, as well.

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We recommend you visit the new site after February 15th and subscribe anew. That includes Feedblitz email updates.

OC Women is a personal development group for lesbians and women who love
women. Through individual development, reflection and heart-to-heart
discussions, we aim to create a personal oasis – time and space for every
woman who wants to grow to better understand herself, her relationships, and
the community that she lives in.

The fourth run of OC Women will be a ten-session programme commencing in
late January 2010. Women aged 25 years and above are invited to share the
OCW experience.

Please write to ocwomen@oogachaga.com for details.

The original Woodstock Festival took place in 1969 and was later known as a pivotal cultural moment in history. It originated as a corporate venture that brought great artists together in front of a 500,000-strong audience. In 1970, a documentary was made about the music festival. Elliot Tiber, the man who offered the use of his family property to the festival’s organisers, published his story in 2007. Subsequently, Ang Lee (of Brokeback Mountain fame) based his movie Taking Woodstock on Elliot’s memoir.

This, of course, I learnt from Wikipedia. Yes, I am unfortunately quite bereft of music history knowledge and shockingly clueless about the hippie subculture. Fortunately for me, I found the movie quite accessible, and I think that Ang Lee was throwing the net wide, allowing those of us who may not know their pop culture history to have their heartstrings tugged by a simple, human story.

Taking Woodstock is, at heart, the timeless, tireless tale of a young man’s journey. While putting together the music festival, Elliot also finds freedom and courage, and we gradually get to know him, his family, the circumstances surrounding his life and what it could have been like for a gay man growing up in those times. Demetri Martin gives a believable, heartfelt performance as Elliot, so I was surprised to hear that he is mostly known for being a comedian. The entire cast delivers a stellar show, from the excellent Liev Schreiber as the crossdressing Vilma to Elliot’s inimitable parents. The storytelling is fairly well-paced, with a good mix of comedy and drama that keep the slower scenes at the beginning interesting.

With so much going on in the foreground, the actual music of Woodstock becomes mere backdrop. Ang Lee’s Woodstock is far from a documentary about the times, or even about Woodstock itself. I would prefer to call it a portrait of the emotional life of the times. The movie brings home the peripherals of Woodstock, personalising the environment and culture without trying to show what many would call the heart of it – the music. For me it was like a sepia photograph, giving a layer of reality to the sixties without taking the tint of nostalgia from it. This was perhaps the filmmaker’s recognition that no one could capture the grandeur of such a cultural icon.

As a portrait, I thought it was very successful. I caught a glimpse of a bohemian laissez-faire, an idealistic attitude to life that wasn’t afraid of being spiritual, trying new things, being different or just being. The movie shows us the beauty of an era that was ripening into a particular brand of individualism and an increased acceptance of LGBT people in the world.

Taking Woodstock clearly celebrates the hippie culture, although it does raise some possibly problematic issues such as drug and alcohol use. LGBT viewers may also be able to relate to Elliot’s closeted situation and the tug between familial obligation and being true to yourself.

I enjoyed the movie a lot for what it is, a sweet and funny confection that opens up a world of ambiguous promise.

Hibiscus is a short, heart-warming story about a lesbian woman and her partner, at her mother’s funeral. Clearly Ovidia seems to love this theme – story actually reminded me quite a bit of the story she wrote a couple of years ago and read at our Indignation event, Tall Tales and Short Stories, called Pierced Years. Personally, I much preferred Pierced Years to Hibiscus, though both are valuable contributions to the corpus of Singaporean lesbian literature.

But what makes this story different is the closetted homophobic maiden aunt character that is more central than the couple themselves. The character was quite obviously inspired by a “well-loved” persona, and quite hateable in her portrayal, but with a resigned acceptance of her place in the family. Having said that, I found the characterisation too much of a caricature, and perhaps it could have been toned down a little, made more subtle. I also much loved the way blue hibiscuses were used in the story.

Hibiscus stands out for its layered family relationships laced with shades of acceptance.  While not Ovidia’s best work, the story is readable. I had a chance to read some of the other stories at random (but not the entire book), and I can say the stories are not too bad – some of them are cliche and sometimes centres too much on the lesbian identity, but as a collection, it is worth having on your bookshelf.

Year’s Best Lesbian Fiction 2008 is available at Books Actually.

The Blue Mansion

Don’t miss the special screening of Glen Goei’s latest film The Blue Mansion on 15th October. It’s a fundraising premiere and the net proceeds will go to AWARE.

Don’t miss the special screening of Glen Goei’s latest film The Blue Mansion on 15th October. It’s a fundraising premiere and the net proceeds will go to AWARE.

There will be a pre-movie cocktail reception where you can meet Glen and members of his cast. They include Lim Kay Siu, Adrian Pang, Neo Swee Lin, Emma Yong, Claire Wong, Tan Kheng Hua, and Huzir Sulaiman.

Remember to bring your business card because there will be a business card draw and you could win a 4-hour cruise valued at $3,000, with soft drinks and snacks, for 10 people on this yacht.

Buy a block of 20 seats and you will get:
A token of appreciation from Glen
A photo session with Glen and the cast members.
If your company buys blocks of 10 or 20 seats, we’ll put your company’s logo on our webpage and other material.

Get all the sponsorship details here.
Event details:
Date: Thursday 15th October
Venue: GV Grand 6, Great World City
(Cocktail reception at the Garden Terrace)
Time: 7.30pm

Price: Tickets are $50 each (Tax deductible)
Book your seats now – send email to bluemansion@aware.org.sg or call Rina at 6779-7137

This guest writer goes by the name of Jane Jones.

Two weeks ago, a friend handed me No More Daddy’s Little Girl, after we had casually discussed the one official review posted so far and some negative opinions by our mutual acquaintances. I had not been inclined to read the book when I first heard of it, as I had the notion that autobiographies ought only to be written by people of special interest or distinction, with something important to address and educate others about. Coming out stories are a dime a dozen, and ordinary people tend not to write an entire autobiography on this selling point alone. Curiosity began to replace vague disinterest. Are the review and opinions accurate or justified? It was only fair that I read the book and decide for myself. And so over the weekend, I did.

From reading the blurb and proud declaration that it is the first local lesbian autobio, I had expected this book to illuminate me on how Karen discovered herself vis-a-vis her sexuality and came out in the end (no pun intended) triumphant over the obstacles in her way to lead a life with love and acceptance from her faith, family, friends and herself. I expected that most of the life experiences recounted in her book would be in respect of this, her discovery and journey of being lesbian. Unfortunately, I have to conclude that the book failed to deliver on these expectations.

My curiosity gave way to a dominant feeling of horror and pain. Not at what happens to Karen in her self-described arduous journey – but horror at the spectacularly atrocious level of English and pain at the sheer number of random unconnected events and sometimes entirely irrelevant digressions which I was subjected to. In her recounting of her life from childhood to the period shortly after her marriage, I felt like I was reading The Life of Karen Lee in an extended primary schooler’s Dear Diary format, with no concept of  narrative flow.

The language is juvenile – examples: “She didn’t have brown eyes but really deep blue eyes which were as deep as the deep blue sea.” and “… there she was smoking like a broken chimney and drinking like an alcoholic.”. Tenses are used wrongly or mixed up and switched without regard – example: “At this time, the incipient tingling sensation in my crotch then was now a throbbing ache. She was still holding my left hand so I used my right index finger to press down my crotch ensuring that the sensational feeling was under control. Phew, it’s now under control.” Some common phrases are misquoted almost out of recognition� (examples: refer to above on smoking and drinking), and the twisted sentence structure and disjointed narration (examples: read the book) make it a Herculean task to complete reading the book with sanity intact.

I was unable to connect with Karen or any of the other characters in her life as the narration was kept to simple straightforward descriptions of physical looks and events. There was scant character development of the other people in her life, or any in-depth examination of Karen’s interactions with them and the impact of the events which occurred. The emotional distance was made worse by the inconsistencies and contradictions in Karen’s opinions on various topics. Karen tends to highlight her self-perceived moral superiority, importance or attractiveness as the main thrust of every event (examples: saturating the first few chapters with how she is loved more than her sister by her family, how she was the person who “saved the victory” of her basketball competition and dared to vocalise her personal disgust at the Thais for eating frogs). She has a penchant for physically labelling each individual lady upon meeting them (examples: read the book). While her self-aggrandizing style was amusing at first, it shortly grew tiresome and left me wondering at the otherwise pointlessness of the book.

Her treatment of the topic of sexuality was, to me, disrespectful and ignorant. Early on in the book, she recounted the story of a transgender who eventually did not undergo the sex change operation as the hospital burnt down, attributing that to a sign of the Christian God. By relating the Christian God’s displeasure with the man to the problems he faced and the man’s and Karen’s rejoicing in the Godly resolution, she hinted of her own disapproval of the man undergoing the operation. Shortly after, in the long digression of her description of Thailand, Karen wrote thus: “Thailand… is a popular city of red light districts among tourists from all over the world. It is lit up with child prostitution, child pornography, sex slavery, homosexuality, and occult beliefs.” Putting aside her cultural insensitivity and unsubstantiated “accusations of sins” in Thailand, Karen inexplicably includes homosexuality in the list of infamy. A very telling line.

In her coming out email, Karen drops two bombshells, first revealing that she is gay, and then an incident of sexual abuse as a child. The uncanny link of revealing the two bombshells together invites the reader to infer that her orientation is the causal effect of the unfortunate incident. In other parts of the book, Karen demonstrates a casual attitude and fickleness towards relationships initiated mainly by physical attraction and lust. Even on her wedding day, the thoughts running through Karen’s mind were those of uncertainty at wanting to be with her wife forever, and even of another woman whom she had earlier claimed was trying to take advantage of her in a vulnerable period.

She broad-brushes her coming out and acceptance – one is reduced to an email, the other to a family visit with shallow exploration of the events. In a book which purports to be the first local lesbian autobio, I found her treatment greatly disappointing. While in any other situation, Karen would have no duty to be a positive representation of local lesbian women, she did choose to take and use the banner of being the first local lesbian autobio writer to promote her “coming out” book. For a minority which is besieged by enough unfairness in life, Karen does no favours by reinforcing the negative public stereotypes of homosexuals as superficial, sex-driven deviants formed by traumatic childhood incidents. That said, I truly admire Karen’s courage in unreservedly putting herself on display for the world to see.

I am unable to recommend this book. The writing is groundbreakingly bad, and its contents add nothing to the understanding of the human condition as a person, lesbian or not. It is my sincere hope that Karen Lee develops her writing skills before undertaking future endeavours.

Recommended reading:

From Leonard to Leona by Leona Lo

SQ21 by Ng Yi-Sheng

Editor’s Note: Please note that this review is the author’s personal opinion and does not reflect the official position of Sayoni in any way. Futhermore, Sayoni Speak will not accept any new reviews or blog entries about the book “No More Daddy’s Little Girl”. We seek the readers’ understanding and cooperation.

Date: Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Time: 21:00 – 23:00

Location: Shaw Lido 1 (Shaw Centre, Scotts Road)

Fridae presents the Taking Woodstock Fundraising Gala Premiere in Singapore on Sep 30. 100% of ticket sales will go towards funding gay-related community projects.

Directed by Academy Award-winning director Ang Lee (who brought us what were to become gay classics The Wedding Banquet and Brokeback Mountain), Taking Woodstock is based on the memoirs of a young gay man Elliot Tiber (Demetri Martin). Tiber, then a struggling young interior designer in New York City, had recently returned to his parents’ rundown motel in the Catskill Mountains when he heard that a planned concert had lost its permit from the neighbouring town of Wallkill. He then called producer Michael Lang (Jonathan Groff) at Woodstock Ventures providing a much-needed performance permit and offering his motel as the production headquarters.

The 1969 Woodstock Music and Arts Festival, which attracted 500,000 people, turned out to be one of the most iconic events of the hippie generation and is today widely regarded to be one of the greatest and most pivotal moments in popular music history.

100% of ticketing proceeds will go towards funding gay-related community projects.

Since 2005, Fridae has organised six movie-fundraisers raising over S$60,000 in benefit of a variety of NGOs including Action for AIDS, AWARE, Cat Welfare Society; two independent short films by Boo Junfeng and Loo Zihan; and Indignation – which Fridae has financially and in other ways supported since it was first held in 2005. Pink Dot, the first-ever official LGBT public gathering held in May 2009 in Singapore, was also a beneficiary of Fridae’s Milk Fundraising Gala Premiere held earlier this year.

Date: 30 Sep 2009 (Wednesday)
Time: 8 pm (Reception for VIPs from 7 pm)
Venue: Shaw Lido 1 (Shaw Centre, Scotts Road)
Tickets: USS$7 (Zuji Promotion) / US$10 (Standard) / S$50 (VIP*)
* VIP Tickets include goodie bags, pre-show reception and premium seats.

Ticketing and more info: http://www.fridae.com/takingwoodstock/

Before i read Karen Lee’s book, i received plenty of  comments pertaining to it.
Most of them were negative, criticizing aspects from grammar and style of writing to content.

I bought the book anyway, complete with her autograph on it. You never know till you read it, i thought to myself. Besides, i believe in supporting the first Singaporean lesbian autobiography. In the same train of thought [to support local queer writings], i bought the Chinese publication “tong lei” by OC. I finished the book in a couple of days, snatching moments before bedtime and during dinnertime.

The first half of the book touched on her early crushes, with a heavy emphasis on her involvement in Girls’ Brigade. Parts of the book provided information in somewhat random chunks. Sometimes the pieces were too brief to comprehend in detail. A characteristic, i surmised, as a result of length constraint. After sharing childhood memories, the story segued into her stints in Australia, Sweden and eventually Canada.

The greatest criticism was probably on content. Someone commented that the book is screwed up because Karen implied that she is gay as a result of being molested in her childhood. Indeed, in her coming out email to her parents, the uncanny pairing of the coming out declaration with the molest incident hinted at perceived causality. The person went on to say that the book gives fundies ammunition to target the lesbian population: you are gay because you are screwed up in your childhood. It was also pointed out that the book reflects badly on romantic relationships in the community. You can imagine a fundie going “look at how many flings Karen had! This is evidence that lesbian relationships are unstable.”

“She’s probably a screwed up lesbian,” was the concluding remark.
Coupled with Karen’s continuous struggles with reconciling her faith and sexuality throughout the book, it’s easy to see why some do not find the book uplifting.

But there were little entertaining bits here and there that amused me greatly. Karen’s ego and narcissism had me guffawing. Her confidence exuded from the very pages. She declared her own leadership, discipline and attractiveness. The audacity of demanding for someone’s girlfriend was appalling and amusing at the same time. In retort to any reader’s immediate question “how can you do that? She’s attached!”, Karen’s justification was one of standing up for her affections.

The book has several ingredients for a grabbing piece: horrifying incidents [e.g., lesbian almost-stabbing drama], the agony of being at odds with God, love, fleeting attractions, sex, eventual familial acceptance and so on. It’s certainly not a boring piece. No More Daddy’s Little Girl sent me through a torrent of emotions, ranging from exasperation to amusement. I raised my eyebrows, rolled my eyes, laughed and melted. I felt like i was sitting down with an acquaintance over coffee, listening to her life stories. Somewhat conversational [which might explain the writing style/grammar/sentence structure].

As i put the book down, sweetness overflowing from the last chapter on familial acceptance, i mulled over the merits and demerits of the book. Yes, i agree the book does not help the current negative stereotypes of lesbian women in Singapore. Yes, it is sad that people still attribute homosexuality to some childhood mishap. And certainly, it is rather sobering that some people cannot reconcile their sexuality and faith. But the book is about Karen’s working paradigm of her sexuality, spirituality and the world. Some lesbian women do think in such and such a way.

I define an autobiography as a life story worth a read.

As an autobiography, i think No More Daddy’s Little Girl has delivered.

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A short note from Karen:

“No More Daddy’s Little Girl” is an autobio written by Karen Lee. The book is available nationwide at most major bookstores such as Borders Whee Lock, Kinokuniya (Ngee Ann City & Bugis Junction), MPH (Novena, Robinson Road,Raffles City and CityLink mall), Select Books @ Tanglin Shopping Centre and Oohtique. Also 24 POPULAR bookstore branches. Do pick up a copy to support me! Thank you!

Editor’s Note: Please note that this review is the author’s personal opinion and does not reflect the official position of Sayoni in any way.

Yesterday Sayoni organised a forum titled “United We Fall, Divided We Stand?” for Indignation. For those who could not make it, the event was covered live on our twitter. We reproduce the report here for you. We also would like to take this opportunity to thank all the people who made this event possible – photo/videographers, ushers, receptionists, logistics, voluntweers, and just anyone who helped out from the conception of the event to the execution.