Two Reasons to be Happy: Cyndi Lauper’s True Colors Residence and Barbarian Flash Mobs

It’s easy to get down about the news, but two of the gay news
items I came across this week made me feel better about the ways
activists are combating negativity in the world.

I have had a life-long love of Cyndi Lauper and recent news of Cyndi
co-founding transitional housing in New York City for gay teenagers
furthers that love.

DNAinfo.com
reports that executive director Colleen Jackson said, “We want to
provide a very safe and supportive environment for young LGBT adults who
have had a real rough time, we want to make sure they know they are
cared for, supported and have a roof over their heads.”

The six-story building has a computer room, resource library and
communal indoor and outdoor space, and will offer support and
job-training services. LGBT youth will sign section 8 leases and be
allowed to pay rent according to their income.

In other news, Nick Espinoza and Columbus Go Home continue to challenge Marcus Bachmann’s harmful gay-deprogramming practices.

Here’s a video of the barbarian flash mob’s second visit to the
Marcus Bachmann clinic complete with a faux Marcus glitter baptism. This
video is a great unicorn chaser.

james deen: the reason nurses is stuck in my dvd drive

i have talked before
on this blog about how even though i love porn, i am the first to admit
that such forms of erotic expression encompass the good, the bad, and
the ugly.  so much ugly sometimes, in fact.

in the wonderful world of indie porn, there is an abundance of
real-bodied people who have sweet tattoos and do not look like they’ve
had their faces reconfigured in any way.  one of my favorite indie
series is comstock films
director tony comstock’s mantra is, “porn is sex without love and
hollywood is love without sex.”  in these erotic documentaries, he
tries to find a middle ground by using real couples, interviewing them
and giving you a sense of their relationship, and then letting them do
their thang.

it’s a terrific series, because tony not only films queer couples in
addition to straight couples, he also films older couples like bill and desiree.  my personal favorite is damon and hunter, two rising adult stars in a relationship together, because those dudes are hot, like many, many gay porn stars are.

this brings me to the point of this blog, which is that in mainstream
straight porn, men are hardly ever attractive.  in her stand up,
margaret cho talks about this particular problem:

the guys are fucking unbelievable in gay porn. and then in
straight porn, the women are beautiful,  and the men are the most
disgusting men you have ever seen in your life.

margaret posits, and i agree, that the reason for this traditionally
has been that straight dudes don’t want there to be any chance that
their arousal comes from looking at the guy, which is fucking
lame.  just saying.  but i have hope that this, if only very
slowly, is starting to change.

as more straight women watch and buy porn and straight men become
more secure in their sexuality (and maybe decide that they’ve finally
seen enough greasy, goateed guys with tribal tattoos pop a load to last
their lifetime), we will start to see attractive men in mainstream
straight porn too.  if you have ever said to yourself, “i would
watch some mainstream straight porn, but damn those men are ugly and
gross,” then let me please recommend to you james deen.

silly and hot is the best combination

now, full disclosure, i’m only familiar with james in the context of nurses,
a digital playground feature length film about a lot of sex happening
in a hospital.  it’s an old theme, but it still holds up. 
while james is not the only attractive person in the film, he’s
definitely the only attractive guy,  in my opinion.  i do love
evan stone a lot, but i still would not call him attractive.

james and stoya have
a pretty good time together after she starts his sponge bath, which is
why this is a great scene in pornography. not only are they both smoking
hot, but they seem legitimately into each other.  this is
rarely the case in porn i’ve seen.  however, james seems to know
exactly what he’s doing.  at this point in his career, in 2009,
he’d probably been in around 800 or so odd films (now 1000+), so i’m
sure he’s picked up plenty of tricks along the way.   2009 was
also the year that he picked up the “male performer of the year” award
from both the avn and xbiz awards.

one thing i will mention, in case you’re considering checking out
james in nurses, is that there is a very small amount of rough sex in
this scene. so if that bothers you at all, then i would maybe pass on
it, because it’s in the middle and would be hard to skip over without
seeing a little bit of slapping.  so there it is.  but if that
does not bother you, then i highly recommend giving nurses, or anything
else james deen, a shot.

 

                                          
   the ecstatic pairing of james and stoya

 

 

Loving Myself is a Social Justice Project: On Fat Positivity and Embodying Your Politics

Two years ago, while volunteering at a queer youth
center in Seattle, my supervisor Katie introduced me to Fat Positive
thinking, a way of looking at the labels and shame placed on larger
bodies that reflects classist, sexist, racist, homophobic, and all other
kinds of messed up oppressive agendas. She introduced me to http://kateharding.net/.
 This movement blew my mind for many reasons: it used the word
“fat” in a non-derogatory way, it so aptly demonstrated the intersection
of power and its impact on the body, it used the word “fat”- period!
 This was also around the time I discovered Beth Ditto and Gossip, so my summer was full of fat positive blogs and amazing, soulful music.

I should disclose that I am and have always been skinny
to”normal” weight and short.  I should also disclose that I grew up
in a fat-shaming household that masked as “health-conscious,” and that I
am currently struggling to embody my politics. As an anti-racist ally, a
feminist, and a lover of large women, fat positivity became a major
part of the way I worked to enact queer politics.  But it’s hard.
 While I used to love my body and proudly run around naked (maybe
that was too much?), I now struggle to look at myself in the mirror.
 I spent the past six months skipping meals, exercising daily, and
never being satisfied with what I saw.  Whenever friends told me I
looked (too) skinny, I got defensive. Not only do I know that this is
unhealthy, but I know that it contradicts the things I believe in. I
realized that this self-loathing was akin to being a feminist and
colluding with misogyny, to claiming anti-racist ideals and allowing
racism to thrive. I’m now working harder to maintain physical and mental
health, to remember that “health” can be culturally constructed and
subjective, and that beauty is everywhere.

One of my mentors and friends, a social justice educator,
once noted that social justice is a process, not a linear trajectory,
and that we are all in different stages in the process.  And as
scholar Audre Lorde once said: “we are all works in progress.”  I’m
not abandoning my work in collectivity by striving to love myself, but
accepting my body is how I am currently growing in community with
others.

And this is awesome: http://fuckyeahfatpositive.tumblr.com/

Tragedy and Tim Gunn’s Mistake

One of my best friends died very unexpectedly recently. She was
young, relatively healthy, and one of the most vibrant, talented,
beautiful people anyone could want to meet. She was not someone who
should die. For those of us who were close to her it seemed (still
seems) almost incomprehensible.

It’s natural to think hard about your life when something like this
happens, and think hard about being the kind of person your friend would
want you to be. What I’ve come away with is the feeling that I need to
love the people who are close to me, not waste time on negativity, stay
radical, make art, impact culture, and use series commas in honor of her
grammatical talents.

Tim Gunn owning his walk with some tiny poodles.

Today I read a short article
by Tim Gunn on his “favorite” mistake, the mistake of breaking up with
someone he loved because of a friend’s opinion of how stereotypical it
would look if he was with that person. His friend “went into a diatribe
about what kind of cliché this was for a designer to date a flight
attendant.”

Gunn thought his relationship with his friend would have been over if
he’d stayed with his flight attendant love, but ultimately changing for
the approval of Gunn’s friend made him too angry to stay friends at all
and he lost them both.

Life is too short to try to fit yourself into someone else’s box. If
you’re happy leading a stereotypical life of some kind, then do it. Stay
self aware, have a sense of humor about it, but don’t stop yourself
from collecting dolls or owning a poodle (listen to Dan Savage on This American Life
related to that) or driving a truck or drinking cosmos or keeping house
or wearing a utili-kilt or whatever it is you actually love doing.

If you want to lead a good life, you should be analyzing what is
serving you in your life and casting the rest aside. This is not about
bailing out on people when times get hard, this is about getting rid
 of the internal judgements that are eating you alive very slowly
and noticing when you’re projecting those judgements onto others. If
you’re not hurting anyone or yourself, please carry on.

Despite the fact that I’m not a huge Tim Gunn fan*, I hope he finds someone who is as stereotypical as he damn well pleases.

*I watch a-lot of Hulu and the Expedia commercial he’s
in that plays all the time on Hulu is exceptionally irritating. It’s
been haunting me as I’ve made my travel arrangements to go help plan the
memorial in California. “Booking a flight by itself is an uh-oh. See if
you can stitch together a better deal,” Gunn advises his fake students(and me).

Two things: I listened to the commercial twice and I really think he
says, “booking a flight by itself is an uh-oh.” Yuck. And It’s
irritating that he’s right. I really should’ve booked a rental car when
I got my flight.

Why I’m Ambivalent About Gay Marriage

Friday, June 24 was a big day.  Moments after gay marriage
was legalized in my home state, I received texts from queer and straight
friends from all over the country.  My News Feed was dominated
with happiness about the late night legislation.

“Now let’s all just take a cue from New York, shall we?”

“New York: concrete jungle where dreams are made of. I’m proud of you”

“It’s always a beautiful night to be a New Yorker. Tonight is no exception. Proud.”

And while I, like my peers on the internet and congregating at the
Stonewall Inn, was pleased about this civil rights accomplishment, I
was…ambivalent.  Marriage equality is a big step and I am glad it’s
legal in my state. But…

At first, I figured my reaction was a remnant of my teenage
contrarian ways.  But I’m a queer woman who majored in Women’s,
Gender, and Sexuality Studies in college and I knew that there was more.

Did the original crusaders at Stonewall fight for this moment? 
For the moment where same sex couples could enter the same institutions
as straight couples?  I don’t know.

Why I Think Marriage Equality is a Good Thing: Equal rights!  Duh!

Why I Think Marriage Equality Could Be a Dangerous Thing:

Legalized marriage expands who has access to marriage but limits the types of relationships accepted in dominant society.

With LGBT people celebrating at NYC Pride two days after the legislation passed, I wondered: is marriage now even open to everyone?  Where do queer people and queer relationships of all kinds fit?

Will employers known for their incredible domestic partner benefits
(Columbia University, for example, pays college tuition for the children
of employees’ domestic partners at any school), then only make those
available for married couples?

Will marriage continue to be the only way to receive certain financial and health benefits?  

Maybe, since I’m younger, marriage doesn’t have the same resonance
for me.  After all, I’m still on my parents’ health care plan.

But maybe the conversation shouldn’t end on night-of
celebrations.  Maybe we should continue to question what
relationships mean and who is (still) left out by the language and
institution of marriage.  And while some people may seek a
conventional marriage, others may not.

Maybe my feelings will change when I attend a wedding, or if I seek
one myself.  But for now, I’m comfortable with this ambivalence.

My Top Five Drag Movies of All Time

Applying the framework of Judith Butler and
looking at the performance of hyper-masculinity and -femininity, I have
complied a list of my top five (intentional and unintentional) drag
movies of all time.

5.Yentl. 1983.  Musical Torah drag by gay icon
Barbara Streisand.  It’s not the kind of movie I like to watch over
and over, but it’s part of a canon.

4. Mrs. Doubtfire. 1993. Robin Williams playing air
guitar on a broom singing  drag anthem “Dude Looks Like a Lady.”
Dude looks like a lady and learns to cook and nurture like one too! I
really wanted Robin Williams to be my nanny.

3. To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar. 1995. Iconic actors of the ’80s and ’90s.  In drag.  Cultural clashes and understanding.

2. The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. 1994. This campy Australian classic is also on my Top Five Queer Road Trip Movies of All Time (with To Wong Foo, Thelma & Louise and Transamerica).  In addition to outrageous costumes, amazing natural scenery, Agent Smith from The Matrix, and drag queen anthems, Priscilla also portrays some healthy, non-normative relationships.  Also, it’s a musical on Broadway now.


1. Austin Powers. 1997.  The over-the-top
costumey outfits and performance of swinger masculinity, combined with
the continued gags about the Swedish-made penis enlarger (lack of
phallus!) make this an awesome drag king comedy. Judith Jack Halberstam
writes about Austin Powers and The Full Monty in “Oh, Behave! Austin Powers and the Drag Kings”.

Honorable Mention: Any Tyler Perry movie

Please feel free to add to this list in the comments!

 

birthdays, battles over truck nuts, and lessons from china.

it’s my birthday (26, holla!), and i’ve done a lot of long posts
the last few weeks, so i’m going to try to make this post short and
sweet.

yesterday morning, as i was recovering from a night of cheese curds,
tater tots, and deliciously hoppy beers, i was fortunate enough to have
seen the “american voices” section of the onion, which addressed the true but practically unbelievable story of a woman in south carolina who was fined $445 for hanging truck nuts and violating a constitutionally questionable local law:

tice was driving her pickup truck into a gas station when she was
pulled over by local police chief franco fuda and asked to remove a
pair of bright red testicles hanging from her trailer hitch. tice
refused and was subsequently slapped with a $445 fine for having
violated south carolina’s obscene bumper sticker law, which prohibits
vehicles from displaying stickers or devices “in a patently offensive way,
as determined by contemporary community standards, sexual acts,
excretory functions, or parts of the human body.” it should be noted
that, in florida, one can be fined $60 specifically for displaying truck nuts.

oh, and then it gets better:

berkeley county sheriff’s deputies took the chief of bonneau’s
police department to family court wednesday and held him there until he
came up with over $15,000 in overdue child support.

judge wayne creech found chief franco fuda in contempt of court
and gave him the chance to pay what he owed to an ex-wife in illinois
before sending him to berkeley county detention center, according to
court documents.

according to court records, fuda kept up with his $275 per-month
child support payments from december 1992, when his wife gained custody
of their infant son in their divorce, until january 2004, when his
payments became more sporadic. in june 2006, fuda stopped paying
altogether for at least three years, records state.

props to tice for standing her ground. even though i’ve always
thought truck nuts were stupid as hell, i admire her for knowing what
she wants on her damn automobile, and not letting some asshole, deadbeat
po-po make her take them off.

fly free

the second thing i wanted to share is an amazing picture that my
awesome friend and fearless former head teacher in korea, lisa, took on
her recent trip to china:

the cutest condom on earth

outside of maybe throwing in something about the importance of
consent, the caption of this amazing poster is about as simple a way
of  expressing how i feel about sex positivity that i could think
of: “sex is good, just play safe!” who knew china could put out rad,
sex-positive psas so much better than ours?

today, my best friend and super heroine, kara, is taking me out for a birthday lunch at tea house,
a very positively-reviewed chinese restaurant in town, where we are
going to share in some fish and pickled vegetables that is supposed to
be the best chinese meal in mpls.  as we eat it, i know that i am
going to be thinking fondly of china in a way that i maybe never have
before.

thank you, lisa, for taking that amazing photo and putting it on facebook : )

Bell Hooks, All About Love

Everyone on the planet should force themselves to read (if not
the whole thing, at the very least) chapter one of Bell Hooks’
book, All About Love: New Visions.

When I was a fourteen I went round and round with my first girlfriend
about what “love” meant (like you do) and could we–should we!– say “I
love you.”  We took the common(…?) route of coming up with a code
word that took the pressure off. It was “green pigs”. I believe we were
riffing off the old adage, “Never trust a man selling blue bananas.”

Silly, young esoterica aside, that was the first of many love
conversations with various people which basically went nowhere. Mostly, I
was too young at the time of that first one, but moving on into my 20′s
things never got better. Until I read this:

EXCERPT (in which All About Love quotes The Road Less Traveled)

I was in my mid-twenties when I first learned to
understand love “as the will to extend one’s self for the purpose of
nurturing one’s own or another’s spiritual growth”

RELATED EXCERPT

Had I been given a clear definition of love earlier in my
life it would not have taken me so long to become a more loving person.
Had I shared with others a common understanding of what it means to
love it would have been easier to create love. It is particularly
distressing that so many recent books on love continue to insist that
definitions of love are unnecessary and meaningless.

WITH A BIT THAT’S GOOD FOR A GENDER BLOG

Or worse the authors suggest love should mean something
different to men than it does to women- that the sexes should respect
and adapt to our inability to communicate since we do not
share the same language. This type of literature is popular because it
does not demand a change in fixed ways of thinking about gender roles,
culture or love. Rather than sharing strategies that would help us
become more loving it actually encourages everyone to adapt to
circumstances where love is lacking.

I’d had too many fruitless conversations and resigned myself to
exactly what Hooks says is so common: Not defining or agreeing on the
meaning of love because it seems you can’t. All About Love (which, again, takes it’s definition from The Road Less Traveled) gave me something to actually work with conceptually.

CLOSING EXCERPT with another quote-inside-a-quote from The Road
Less Traveled, which I have had on my shelf for a decade now, but I have
no plans to read it any time soon, despite numerous recommendations. I
am, instead, re-reading All About Love and wondering about the rest of what Bell Hooks has written…

“Love is as love does. Love is an act of will- namely
both an intention and an action. Will also implies choice. We do not
have to love.” Since the choice must be made to nurture growth, this
definition counters the more widely accepted assumption that we
love instinctually.

And really, re-reading this is actually an interlude in a young adult
fantasy/sci-fi binge which started with me suddenly deciding to read
all the Harry Potter books and see all the movies before the last one
came out.

Harry Potter got me thinking about love. It’s a process. I’m just along for the ride.

So, while I insist that you read this, I will also always respect that you haven’t gotten to it yet.

Thanks Miley, and Is that Really a Tattoo?

This
morning as I perused my gay internet news, a story about Miley Cyrus
getting a equal sign tattooed on her ring finger was all over the
internet.

I think it’s pretty awesome that Miley is coming out in support of
the gays, especially since the movement needs more Christians to step up
and speak out. She linked to a yfrog picture on Friday from her twitter account with the statement “All LOVE is equal.”

This sparked some discussion with her fans on twitter and she said
the following to one of her fans that questioned whether gay rights
should be supported.

 

 

My question is this? Did she actually get a tattoo? If you look at
the large version of the picture, it looks to me like she drew an equal
sign on her finger. There’s even a little blue ink right below the
black, like maybe she started out with blue and switched pens.

She also never says on twitter, “hey guys check out my new equal
rights tattoo,” or anything even remotely like that. It doesn’t matter
to me if it’s actually a tattoo, but it’s pretty funny that multiple
news sources are reporting that it is, if it isn’t.

Didn’t these journalists drawn on themselves with pens when they were teenagers?

Anyway, I’m super curious, so Miley, if you have the time, let the world know if it’s really a tattoo.

And thanks for fighting for gay rights, seriously.

why i am walking in the slutwalk: betty and veronica would have wanted it this way

my last post
sparked a bit of discussion on the facebooks, (which i love, by the
way), and even though i felt like i addressed concerns people brought up
in various wall discussions sufficiently, i thought it might be best if
i just address some of them here, and explain more thoroughly why i
myself am super fucking excited about the mpls slutwalk. so here goes.

i grew up in a cool family of comic nerds.  while all three of
us enjoyed comics, my brother and i both shared a deep love of archie
comics.  shit is ridiculous, but we enjoyed the zany, implausible
adventures of archie and the gang.  it was some great escapism. i
am not going to say that there isn’t sexist material in archies, there
is, especially ones from the 1940s and 1950s, but allow me to point out
something very special about the world of riverdale.

the popularity of archie comics coincided with, and probably
reinforced, the rise of the american teenager as an identity category,
which was mostly based around their growing importance as a consumer
group.  so not surprisingly, there is a shit ton of shopping that
happens in archie comics, particularly with uber-wealthy veronica lodge
and her all-american bff/frenemy betty  cooper.  i loved betty
and veronica, especially betty, because unlike veronica, she was a
decent person and she’s an underdog (relatively speaking at least). i
even read the advice column that “they” wrote for those who would now be
called tweens,  yet another identity category formed around an age
group with a heartbeat and a disposable income.

betty and veronica were both extremely fashionable, and, above all
else, their style instilled in me an undying penchant for
miniskirts.  in middle school, i would buy them at express, back
when that store was just for the ladies and all the fellows had to go to
structure. after they made it home with me, i would never wear them,
except for in my room dancing with myself.

when i’ve  talked before
about wrestling with mainstream concepts of femininity during
adolescence, i did not mention that a fear of slut shaming was one of
the reasons why i attempted to make a fashion statement of men’s
polyester pants.  after all, what slut wears men’s polyester
pants?  me, it turns out.  as i said, they were also
surprisingly comfortable.  whatever my love of miniskirts, it was
not to be as a legitimate wardrobe choice for me until very recently.

if i had ever tried to wear miniskirts to middle or high school, i am
sure it would have gone badly.  i was a bit of a liberal outsider,
and still had some big time teenage awkwardness going on, so it really
wasn’t worth the risk to me at the time.  i can’t say for sure that
i would have been called a slut, seeing as i never took that risk, but
let’s just say that, based on the general lack of compassion and
intelligence i found in the student population, i had a feeling it would
just kind of be like that.

riverdale
is a fantasy world where girls don’t get called sluts, they don’t get
raped, and, for some reason, they think a goofy redhead with a brokeass
jalopy is super dreamy.  they get to be happy, life-embracing
girls, wear miniskirts if they want to, and rotate between spending time
with archie, reggie, and other guys who usually don’t make it to
another issue.

i truly believe that if i could step into riverdale and tell betty
and veronica about our real world, where girls get called sluts, they
get raped, and then get blamed for it because they were wearing a
miniskirt or are dating more than one guy, that they would be outraged
and would step out of riverdale and into minneapolis with me to walk in
the slutwalk. how could anyone, cartoon or not, deny the blood boiling
injustice there?

as a lady who wants to look good for herself, i personally am tired
of having this fear as a backdrop in my day to day life.  i want to
walk around minneapolis looking however i want, just like it was
riverdale, and never have to fear that my sweet outfit is going to be
used as someone’s justification for sexually assaulting me.

in my discussions with people online, and in a number of blogs i’ve
seen out there, it seems there are many people who, in spite of being
supportive of the concepts behind slutwalk and what it is trying to
accomplish, are not down with the name slutwalk.  while i am
certainly not going to tell anyone that they aren’t entitled to feel
that way, i would say to them that until we address “slut,” and other
words that are used by victim blamers, like “hussy,” “tramp,” “floozy,”
“harlot,” “trollop,” or “strumpet,” (some of these are a little dated,
but still), we are not going to make serious progress in changing rape
culture or people’s consciousness.

the very fact that people are so uncomfortable with having slut in
the title of the event is proof positive to me that we need to come
together and address the fear that we have of this word and really talk
it out.  ignoring the word is not going to strip it of the power
that it has in our society.

i have also noticed that there are a number of people who object to
the event because they don’t identify as a slut, so they feel like the
walk isn’t for them.  i say to them even if you never, ever want to
identify as a slut, wouldn’t you still want to live in a world where it
doesn’t have the power to cut people down and rationalize the sexual
assault they survived? and, just sayin’, not identifying as a slut will
not protect you from being raped.  that’s the old lie the toronto
police force was pushing, which is why this super important, awesome
movement got started to begin with.  straw, camel’s back, broken.

tiptoeing around slut is not going to result in substantial progress
for our collective human rights to safety and peace of mind.  
words are powerful, and their reappropriation does not happen
overnight.  it takes time.  just think about how long it took
to make strides in reappropriating queer. but the momentum that this,
now worldwide, movement has is going to have a big impact in getting
this long overdue discussion started for real.

i know that people who are not involved in the sex
positive/glbtqietc./queer/feminist communities might not feel like this
is an event that they would fit into, but i truly believe that the more
people that this event has, and the more diverse the group is, the
better the progress will be.  attending the event does not mean
that you have to identify as a slut.  you can spend your time
talking to other people about why the word makes you hurt, confused,
upset, angry, whatever.  come and let it out. get pissed with other
people who are fed up with a culture that encourages sexual violence.
get happy knowing there are other awesome people who have the social
awareness and drive to make this world safer and better for all of
us.  get dressed up however makes you feel comfortable and let’s
all dance together.  just come.  betty and veronica would want
you to.