Amy Marsh, Sexologist & Hypnotist

Tag: San Francisco

  • Resigned as Dean of Students, IASHS

    Resigned as Dean of Students, IASHS

    UPDATE March 29, 2015:

    In August 2014, I announced my new position as Dean of Students for the Institute for Advanced Study of Human Sexuality in San Francisco. At that time I was very excited to have the opportunity to work at the place where I’d studied. I’m devoted to sexology, and was aware of IASHS as a unique resource. As a volunteer grad, I redesigned the IASHS website and created custom graphics and YouTube videos for the school. I even set up Twitter and other social media accounts so that the school could reach out to the internet generation.

    At the time I was hired as Dean, I assumed that my innovative volunteer efforts and my “internet saavy” was one of the reasons I’d been approached about the job.

    During the time I worked the Dean’s desk, I enjoyed engaging with enrolled and prospective students. I created communication procedures of complete transparency so that any member of the staff would be able to access (a) the email I used for student communication and (2) track follow-up communication in bi-monthly reports.

    I was also given the task of sorting through potential accrediting agencies and procedures as IASHS is now mandated, under CA law SB-1247, to submit a plan for accreditation to the Bureau of Private Post-Secondary Education by July 1, 2015.

    Unfortunately, I was not able to do the good work that I wanted to do for the school – including bringing a logical, strategic and pro-active approach to preparing for the upcoming accreditation process. Because I actually examined websites and manuals for several potential agencies – and they all mandated institutional self-reflection, assessment, and sometimes procedural or curricula changes as part of the long (and costly) process – I saw an immediate need to upgrade certain curricula materials. (Students have been complaining about outdated materials for years). I had hoped to convince IASHS that this could easily be done through “print on demand” technology. So I put in countless hours of my own time to update and redesign a draft of a core textbook (The SARguide), as an example of what could be done for almost no money at all (since I was prepared to continue donating my time on that particular book). I also began to construct “demo” courses using Moodle, so that IASHS core courses could be available online, as well as upgraded and updated. This was also mostly done on my own time.

    Unfortunately, I was not allowed a chance to present the demo materials, or to explain how they could help advance the cause of accreditation, not to mention making the students happier and prospective students more likely to enroll. When I understood that these efforts were unwelcome, I knew it was time to move on.

    In my job, as long as I saw the potential for contributing to a “new, improved” IASHS, I could feel good about talking to prospective students. As it is, I can no longer recommend or promote the school until it has made important improvements to materials and certain policies that affect the students. When that day comes, I will be happy to once again Tweet and FB the glad tidings.

    I hope the next Dean – whoever it may be – has more success in contributing to the organization’s future. Like many other students and graduates, I’d like to see IASHS continue and shine.

  • Kumu Hina Documentary – It’s Stunning!!!

    Kumu Hina Documentary – It’s Stunning!!!

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    Ever since viewing the documentary, Ke Kulana He Mahu – Remembering a Sense of Place, a few years ago, I’ve been an appreciative “fan” of Hinaleimoana Wong-Kalu, a kumu hula (hula teacher) and cultural/community activist from O’ahu. And so I’ve eagerly awaited the San Francisco Frameline Film Festival screening of the new documentary, Kumu Hina. Here’s the trailer:

    The film screened yesterday in SF, and will be shown in Berkeley tonight. I was lucky to go yesterday with one of my hanai sisters, Therese Wonnacott aka Aunty Anita, who is herself a mahuwahine community and cultural activist. Among other things, she runs and promotes the California Panache pageant (a topic which deserves its own separate blog!). (And have to give a shout-out to Danielle Castro, my adopted niece!)

    It was thrilling and emotionally moving to sit in the Castro Theater and hear the voice of San Francisco hula luminary, Kumu Patrick Makuakane, as he welcomed Kumu Hina with a chant, and to hear her voice ring out as she answered in kind. (After the film, some members of the audience stood up and offered I Ku Mau Mau, a chant often used to express solidarity.)

    The film itself was glorious. Personally, I was in heaven as it combined two of my top passions – Hawaiian culture (and activism) and support for gender variant people. And, as the mother of two, including a recent college graduate who just happens to be a trans guy, the portrayal of Ho’onani, one of Kumu Hina’s young students, was very meaningful. The fact that this kid was able to take her “place in the middle” with the full support of her teacher (and perhaps the somewhat more cautious permission of her family) was outstanding. Honestly, this is so rare in the world! Ho’onani is not the only “in the middle” kid Kumu Hina has taught, but her story and presence was especially compelling.

    Of course, opportunities for examination of all kinds of intersectionality abound in this film. And though this blog is not meant to be a film review as much as it is a tale of my experiencing of the film, I can’t avoid mentioning some of them. For one thing, though my heart was wide open, I was watching with non-Hawaiian eyes. And I had many lenses over these eyes: sexologist lens, parent of a trans person lens, former hula student lens, Hawaiian independence ally lens, partner of an elder Hawaiian independence activist and cultural practitioner lens, hapless citizen of the country occupying Hawai’i lens, younger partner of somewhat older person lens, feminist lens, settler-colonist of Turtle Island lens, and so on. Different parts of the film resonated with me on different levels and in different ways, while at other times I was aware of how profoundly different my life is from the experiences of the people in the film.

    When Ho’onani opened up her voice and spirit and chanted, I was remembering how my oldest kid, as an eleven-year-old hula student, also used to chant with an intense spirit and voice. Watching the footage of rural Kaua’i, I hearken back to a certain off-grid plot of land in Waimea on Hawai’i island, where wild pigs, sheep, and dogs sometimes have roamed together. I also commiserated with the difficulties of long-distance relationships.

    And when I came home late last night from the reception which followed the screening, I found a large pile of dishes in the sink – left for me to clean. So I recalled scenes from the film where Kumu Hina, an accomplished professional woman, copes at the end of the day with dinner and cleaning while her husband watches television. Her remarks about Polynesian men hit home too – and I responded to them as someone who has sometimes clashed with my (long-distance) Polynesian partner over issues which seem crystal clear to me as a white, feminist, urban Californian, but are far deeper and much more complex when taking so many other issues – and a whole other human being with a different genealogy and culture – into account.

    Cultural clashes, intersections, and complexities are inevitable and not all binary, in spite of how I have written them here. In the Kumu Hina film there are many opportunities to explore elements which are either explicit or  implicit (or both!) and which rub up against each other in various ways, causing sensations of pleasure, confusion, inspiration, or pain: in front of the camera/behind the camera; love/struggle; male/female; rural/urban; American/Hawaiian; gender conforming/gender variant; colonizer/colonized; compliant/resistant; commodified/authentic; educated/less educated; younger/older; professional/working class; this island/that island; student/teacher; parent/child; conservative/progressive; and so on.

    And yet the main message of this film – kept real by Hinaleimoana Wong-Kalu’s honesty, integrity, and groundedness – was not just the explicit message of aloha (the deeper kind, not the touristy interpretation), but also an implicit one of teachability. The film seemed to trust that most of us who watched it (as well as those who were involved in the making and living of it) could and would experience many layers of learning through the film  – learning which would lead us with more hopeful certainty to the possibility of understanding and experiencing aloha.

    I am happy that Bay Area folks in LGBTQI etc, ally, Hawaiian, Pacific Islander, and Hawaiian music communities (often overlapping) combined to give Kumu Hina a welcome and a reception that was warm, loving, appreciative, and hospitable. She has many friends and sisters here, and they came out in force for her, cooked for her, played and sang for her, fetched more teriyaki sauce, and admired her copper colored sandals…

    The rest of us who only knew of her, rather than knowing her personally, joined the standing ovations she and the film deserved. And I’m hoping some of us at least will also give to the film’s Kickstarter campaign (they’re trying to raise $10,000 and are about $7,000 short) and to Hinaleimoana Wong-Kalu’s OHA election campaign fund. OHA stands for “Office of Hawaiian Affairs” and she is running for election as a trustee.

    I am also hoping that Halau Lokahi, the Hawaiian charter school where Kumu Hina teaches, will survive its current troubles. You can sign a petition supporting the school here and donate at the above link. These schools are super important for Kanaka Maoli (Native Hawaiian) kids, and deserve our support.