A Pilgrimage to Rome

In February I was in Rome for a conference and I took the opportunity to visit a couple of ancient sites of interest to trans folks. I was planning on doing and LGBTQ+ History Month post, but I ran out of time, so I am doing one for Trans Day of Visibility instead. There’s a lot of photos in this one. Bear with me.

We start with a visit to the archaeological park at Ostia. This Roman settlement is less than an hour away from the city by train, and while it is not as well preserved as Pompeii it is certainly impressive. Ostia was the port of ancient Rome, so much of the wealth of the Empire would have flowed through its docks. The photo above shows a row of shopfronts on the main road into the town.

This is the Temple of Zeus, which is very imposing. But I was there for a very different religious shrine.

I was in Ostia to visit this place: the Field of the Great Mother. It is an area sacred to the goddess Magna Mater, or Cybele. No one quite knows why the goddess needed this big open area in addition to a temple, but clearly there were ceremonies of some sort taking place here. The guidebook suggests that they were orgies, because of course it does. The field was almost certainly used for the Megalesia festival, though exactly went on in it is the subject of much debate.

In one corner of the field you can find this shrine, dedicated to the god Attis. She (and I’m using female pronouns deliberately here) is said to have been the first person to become voluntarily castrated in the service of the goddess. Again why this happened is unclear, there being many different explanations for it in ancient writings, but there is no doubt that many people followed Attis’s example on joining the Cybele cult. These people were known as Galli.

Here is the statue of Attis in the shine. The sculptor carefully arranged her clothing so that you could see her smooth crotch. Whether many of the actual Galli opted for full castration is another matter. Removal of the testicles was a well-known and frequently practiced medical operation in Roman times and was compartively safe. It also had all of the hormonal effects that an ancient trans woman might have desired. Removal of the penis was more dangerous, but by no means necessarily fatal.

The bearded head on which Attis reclines is probably a representation of the god of the River Gallus, after which some sources say the Galli are named. The statue in the photo is a replica. The original is in the Vatican Museum. Goodness only knows what they have done to the poor girl there.

At the foot of the gates closing the shrine I noticed a pine cone. It looked far too carefully placed to have been an accident, and I assumed that someone, probably another trans woman, had placed it there as an offering. We know from the Iliad that pine trees were common on Mount Ida, the mountain near Troy where Cybele is said to have lived.

As I started to walk away, I felt something move under my foot. I figured that I had stepped on a pebble, but looking down what I saw in the grass was another pinecone. I can take a hint. There are now two offerings at the shrine.

Nearby is a strange and rare religious site. In the later Roman Empire the practice of castration, particularly of boy slaves, became frowned upon. But the day on which initiates to the Cybele cult received their surgery was known as the Day of Blood. (It was March 24th, should you want to celebrate it next year.) Clearly something needed to be done. We understand from the sources that a new rite was developed that involved the initiate standing in a pit underneath a metal grating. An animal (supposedly a bull though that would have been expensive) was sacrificed and the blood allowed to flow down through the grating onto the initiate. Romans, horribly gruesome at times. Anyway, the next photo shows what is believed to be an actual blood pit.

Across the field from the Attis shrine is the temple to Cybele herself.

The steps leading up to it are good quality stone, which tells us a lot about the wealth of the temple.

And here is the sanctuary at the top of the stairs where the statue of the goddess would have stood. In Roman times there would have been walls, a roof and an entrance with columns.

The Park’s museum contains a statue of the goddess. Her head is missing, but we can see the two lions flanking her throne which allows us to identify her.

Also in the museum is this statue which is described as either Ares or a Corybant. The Corybantes were young men who were part of the cult of Cybele. They are believed to have taken part in the Megalesia celebration by dancing in armour, waving their weapons about.

Ostia was of particular importance to the cult of Cybele because, back in 204 BCE, a ‘black stone’ representing the goddess was brought from Phrygia (modern Turkey) to Rome, ostensibly to help protect the Republic from Hannibal. Black stones, probably meteorites, were commonly used to represent gods in the ancient Near East. Cybele arrived by ship, and would have sailed up the Tiber to the city from Ostia.

The Emperor Claudius is said to have made some important changes to the cult, including making the Day of Blood a public holiday, and instituting the post of Archigallus, the Chief Gallus. This was probably a way by which a wealthy Roman could have a well-paid job at the head of the cult, presumably without being castrated because that would lose him his citizenship. Ostia has a number of representations of archigalli. Here are a couple of plaques:

And here is a tombstone:

A couple of days later I took myself off to the main Archaeolgical Park in the centre of Rome. You can see the Colosseum, the Cirus Maximus, the Forum and various other famous spots, but I wanted to see something on the Palatine Hill. This is where Augustus built his palace when he founded the Empire. Augustus was a big fan of using Roman history to bolster his claim to a throne, and he built on the Palatine precisely because this is where Romulus, the fabled founder of the city, is said to have lived.

The Palatine is also host to a number of temples, including the one built for Cybele when she arrived in Rome back in 204 BCE. It is right next door to Augutus’s imperial palace. Here it is.

Italian archaeologists have done a lot of excavation work on this site. They have found the remains of an Iron Age settlement on the hill, and, while there was nothing to identify it as the home of Romulus, it shows that someone was living there at the right time. Unfortunately for Augustus, he could not build his palace on top of Romulus’s home, because the Temple of Cybele was already there. So he did the next best thing and built next door.

This final photo doesn’t look like much, but it shows another trans connection to Rome. These stone walls are all that remains of the Temple of Elagabal, the Syrian god who, like Cybele, was brought to Rome in the form of a black stone. This was done on the orders of the teenage Emperor Elagabalus, who was from the city of Emesa in Syria and was already High Priest of Elagabal when they became Emperor. While the story of Elagabalus asking for surgeon to give them a vagina is almost certainly an invention intended to discredit them, they were certainly a very genderqueer person and non-binary pronouns seem entirely appropriate for them.

Pemmi-Con – Day 1

I am in Canada, by the skin of my teeth. I am getting too old for travel nightmares.

When I booked this trip I was due to have a Noon flight from Heathrow on Tuesday, spend Wednesday morning with clients, and be on a 6:00pm flight to Winnipeg. That so did not happen.

On Monday morning I got a text from Air Canada saying that my flight from Heathrow was cancelled and they were trying to find me an alternative flight. I was due to see Roz Kaveney who is in hospital recovering from a hip operation, so I put the flight to the back of my mind and went on with my day. But while I was in the hospital I got another text saying that no alternative flights were available and promising a refund. Of course that would only be a refund from the London-Toronto, not the Toronto-Winnipeg. Plus no convention.

Once I’d handed over visitor duties to Roz’s partner, I went on to my hotel at Heathrow (which I had already paid for) and set about trying to fix things. I had been in the queue to speak to Air Canada for about 5 minutes when a new text came through. They had found me a flight to Toronto. It was leaving at around the same time, but from Zurich. So would I please get myself to Heathrow in time to catch the 6:00am Swiss Air flight to get me out there. That meant getting up at 2:30am. It is a good job that I had an airport hotel.

Anyway, I made it, and I got to see Zurich, if only from the air. I got to my Toronto airport hotel around 5:00pm local and went to bed at around 8:00pm as I needed to be up at 5:00am to get to my client’s offices. Somehow I managed to deliver a training course without falling asleep.

Some weeks back the 6:00pm Winnipeg flight had been changed to 6:30pm, which was fine. I was just leaving the client’s offices when a new text came in. The Winnipeg flight would be 7:45pm. We had two gate changes between my arriving at Pearson and the flight starting to board. Boarding began at around 7:40pm, but by 8:00pm we were all on board. And then we sat there, for over an hour. Waiting for I know not what. The pilot blamed it on the ground crew being slow loading the baggage, but it shouldn’t take over an hour to get that done. It was almost midnight by the time I got to bed.

Goodness only knows what will happen on the trip home. I expect to be stranded in Toronto on Monday night.

But before then I have a convention. Today I have watched online talks at the universities of Bristol and Glasgow, which were much more interesting than the programing here. Then I did a panel on diversity in SF&F in past times. I was looking forward to that because I’ve met no end of 20-something fans who are convinced that there were no PoC or queer folks in SF&F before about 2010. But, as it turned out, I’m actually in the younger half of attendees here. Many of the audience were older than me, and they knew a lot about old books, stories and writers. Anyway, I got to rant about Heinlein. My thanks to Nisi Shawl and Sandra Bond for being great co-panelists.

Tomorrow I am giving a talk on the Pre-History of Robotics. I can’t tell you where, but it probably won’t be in York 3 as advertised because that room has no screen or projector.

I get the impression that the concom here are doing sterling work with far too little money and ever fewer volunteers.

However, it has all been worth it because I got to see the First Nations woman perform at openening ceremonies. It was just her voice and a tympanum-like drum, but she was amazing. The wolf song was particularly impressive, you could really feel the drama of the pack chasing down its prey.

Hello from Uppsala

I’m here, and the convention is underway. The travel was very smooth, despite the train line being closed for repair. The bus was fine. If you are coming through Arlanda tomorrow, buy a ticket from the info desk, or one of the newsagents (it is 99 kr) and then follow the signs to the bus stops. You want stop 1 which is at the far end as you exit the terminal buildings. I have done my first panel, which I thought went very well. So far, so good.

Also Uppsala looks like a lovely town. There are plenty of places to eat, a lovely river, a splendid cathedral, and of course the university where the convention is being held and which dates back to around 1600.

In other news, yesterday’s experiment worked well with Mastdon, but not with Farcebook because apparently you can only cross-post to a Farcebook page, not to your main account. It is not called Farcebook for nothing.

Alternative Canada

This morning Kevin and I visited the McCord Museum. We chose it, of all the various cultural destiations in Montréal, because it has an exhibit devoted to the local indigenous people. There are, we were told, 11 different cultural groups native to the region we know as Quebec. They range from the Huron or Wendat people, who are related to other Iroquoian-speaking peoples from around the Great Lakes region, to the Inuit.

What you hope for from such exhibitions is to to learn fascinating things about these indigienous cultures. What you get, most of the time, is shameful tales about how badly they have been treated by Europeans. You get stories of massacres, of populations decimated by Western diseases, of broken treaties, of stolen children, of horrendous suicide rates among indigenous youth. Quebec is no exception.

I will note that the exhibition in the McCord was less despressing that the equivalent one in the museum in Hobart, Tasmania. There we were greeted with sorry photographs of the last known members of the native communties, dating from decades ago. There are over 1.6 million indigenous people living in Canada. Some 800 of them participated in the creation of the exhibition in the McCord. Some of them are on video venting their frustration at how badly they are treated, still.

The final room of the exhibition encourages visitors to make a meaningful connection to indigenous people, and to start on the journey of becoming an ally. The way that they talked about listening to people, and being respectful of difference, was very similar to the things we say in the Diversity Trust training about becoming an ally to trans people. There’s a lesson in that, I suspect.

Settling In

As is the way of things with convention trips to other time zones, Kevin and I are now more or less used to Canadian time (in my case helped by their clocks going back on Sunday morning), but it is now time to start adjusting to our home time zones again.

We are settling in to Montréal in other ways too. We are eating very well, and have found the local farmers’ market so that we can sample the native cheeses. This one was rather good. We are a little hobbled due to the absence of the excellent Scott Edelman, but we shall do our best to channel his enthusiasm for fine dining and find some where spectacular to eat. We are in Montréal, that should’t be hard.

Another way in which we are getting acclimatised is that we are making like proper Canadians and going everywhere we can underground. This isn’t actually necessary. The weather has been fabulous — mostly in single digits but only very slightly negative overnght. But the underground routes are there for a reason and we are (re-)learning to use them. There’s no particular need for a coat.

I say “re-learning” because of course we learned all this in 2009 when we were here for Worldcon. This morning our route to breakfast took us past the convention center, and the fabulous Embassy Suites where Sissy Pantelis and I spent a happy week luxuriating in a superb hotel room. I want to stay in that hotel again.

However, all too soon it will be time to head home. We’ve done departure tests (though it looks like you don’t actually need one for the UK until after you have arrived, because the UK government is really keen on people spreading COVID as widely as possible). I shall have to find an excuse to come back.

Today on Ujima – A Nalo Special

I was back on the radio after two weeks off today, and I must admit that it is getting hard to find guests for the show. People are either run ragged or thoroughly depressed by the state of the world. Fortunately I had done those two interviews with Nalo for the One25 fundraiser, and I knew hardly anyone had watched them, so I was happy to run those on the show.

Before I did that, I spent some time reflecting on the current situation in the USA. My thanks to Lyda for sharing her experiences of Minneapolis after the first night of rioting. I figured that things would have got worse by the time the show aired. I don’t think I had quite expected 45 to declare war on his own people.

The show also has some new music from Labi Siffre and from Lianne La Havas. It also has two songs each from the fabulous Canadian women that Nalo introduced me to. Measha’s Brueggergosman’s version of “Both sides now” is a thing of beauty.

Oh, and I played a song for Bozo.

If you missed the show you can catch it via the Listen Again service.

Here’s the playlist:

  • Prince – When Doves Cry
  • Lizzo – Like a Girl
  • Bruce Springsteen – Streets of Fire
  • Bob Marley – Revolution
  • Gil Scott Heron – The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
  • Janelle Monáe – Americans
  • Andy Allo – When Angels Make Love
  • Jimi Hendrix – Angel
  • Measha Brueggergosman & Martin Short – Misty
  • Shakura S’Aida – Brown Sugar
  • Labbi Siffre – Why Isn’t Love Enough
  • Lianne la Havas – Bittersweet
  • Linda Ronstandt – Lies
  • Measha Brueggergosman – Both Sides Now
  • Shakura S’Aida – This is Not a Love Song

Here’s the song that I played for our abomination of a government. (The first one.)

If anyone has something they’d like to promote on next week’s show, please get in touch.

Cheryl & Kevin Go to Paris

Here’s the final video in the travelogue series that Kevin and I have been doing for the One25 fundraiser. In this one Kevin climbs the Eiffel Tower. I miss meeting Diana Prince but do find that lesbian-owned bookstore. And I visit the Home of Comics.

If you have enjoyed the work we have done here, please consider donating to help One25.

Royal BC Museum #GiveItUp125

My final post from Virtual Canada is a set of photos from inside the Royal British Colombia Museum. The light wasn’t great for my poor photography skills, but in one way it enhances the incredible art on display. As with the Inuit, I think that the native peoples of Vancouver Island speak for themselves through their art and craft.

Nalo on Toronto #GiveItUp125

Author Nalo Hopkinson was born in the Caribbean but spent much of her life in Toronto. Weather-wise it was a huge shock, but she still loves Canada’s largest city. Here we talk about ethnnic diversity and tourism opportunities. I make a geographical error of such magnitude that I had to leave it in so you could all laugh at it.

Introducing Canada #GiveItUp125

Here’s the first video of the day from Canada. There’s not a huge amount of native food to talk about, but I did make my own poutine.

Check back later from more views of Canada from Kevin and from Nalo. In the meantime I’m going to look for some photos.

Harald #GiveItUp125

My final set of photos from Finland is from my favourite restaurant, Harald. It is a very silly place, but the food is excellent. Besides, they are making fun of the Swedes, which is a very Finnish thing to do.