Friday, November 18, 2011

REASONS TO BE HUH WHAT?







REASONS TO BE QUEER
and other things that have nothing to do with anything ever.

So, first things first.
WHAT THE F is going on?
The DOCUMENTARY is being edited.  
I’ll be filming MORE between December 18th and January 14th.

Mark your calendars.
Let’s have a date.

SO, OKAY, LISTEN.

I HAVE THIS HORRIBLE PROBLEM WHERE I KEEP READING ARTICLES THAT MAKE ME UPSET.
I could avoid them.
It’s like when people get on “lesbians who look like Justin Bieber” (http://lesbianswholooklikejustinbieber.tumblr.com/) And say things like “being gay is a sin.” 
OKAY.
So.
Maybe…you should…
spend more time on your own blog,  “Nine Ways to Electroshock the Sex Out” or “Cadavers that look like Michele Bachmann.”

ANYWAY, in light of my own recent hyper-awareness of homophobia, and also to avoid writing a screenplay, and also to AMP PEOPLE UP ABOUT THE EXTREME UN-HETERO-CENTRIC NATURE of our little film, I have decided to make a list.
Of just…

TEN SUPER TERRIFIC THINGS ABOUT BEING QUEER.*

(*You might notice that this seems to focus on old-fashioned girl-on-girl action…but I mean queerness in its best and widest sense.  I mean people bein’ SWEET on people in ANY non-hetero-normative way.  Okay? I do.)

With no further ado:

1.  It’s cool. 
You might look like some over-privileged/overeducated hipster,
but no.  
This shit is marginalized.  You can go to marches.

2.   It’s comfortable.


You don’t want to wear a whole pair of pants?
Cut half of your pants off!
It’s okay.  You’re queer.  And you can do that.
You don’t like hair?  Cut that also.  
You can cut a lot of things.  (Jackets, tops of shoes, t-shirt sleeves…it won’t bleed?  Cut it.)


Flannel?  Men’s boots?  It’s comfy?  Wear it.


*Friend RN Healey RightNOW says:  “Listen.  I’m not wearing a bra and I haven’t shaved my armpits in months.  I feel great.” 
         
For some reason, it’s a culture of comfort.  So throw on that Carhartt jacket and SmartWool socks.  Sit by the fire.  Wear a boa and a thong.  Let your body hair grow.

3.  It comes with friends.

         
Look at you.  You’re in a new neighborhood or city.  You want to ride your bike to the farmer’s market or get toasty on PBR and dance? 

Go somewhere gay.  Automatic belonging.  (Unless you’re me…and you show up in your Asian-inspired print dress to a queer party and the door girl asks you:  “Do YOU know that this is…SAPPHO night?”  But let’s talk about that whole doo-wop bundle of shit another time.  I’m not very interesting.)

Other people, most people, show up in a city, and they can go anywhere.
How do you find friends at Starbucks?  That’s hard.  

Queer people have like…two places to go.  So just go to those two places every day.  Stay there.  Do not leave. 
(You could even…follow the baristas.  Everywhere.  Straight people don’t get to do that.  And if they did, it would be way creepy…or creepier). 

4.  It’s intense.

So…just because you moved in with that girl two weeks after you met her and now you’re breaking up so that she can get together with her ex who you thought had moved to Yemen for the Peace Corps but actually came back yesterday because her cat needed surgery and you need to get a second job to pay the rent and you really only pretended to like Kombucha…doesn’t mean you’re not having fun.

         No really.
        
There’s something about queerness that bends the confines of your average hetero union.  Which, I think, personally, is awesome.

Seems that we love more often, more quickly, more painfully, more confusingly, more anything.  The ideas that were put in your head from the first time you watched The Little Mermaid about relationships have to dissipate as you navigate your “role” in a co-operation that has VERY LITTLE TO DO with all the Boy Meets World, New Kids On the Block, YM Magazine, and The Sandlot images that were crammed in your head in the 80s and 90s. (Sorry.  Other generations do exist).  Most likely, you were not overwhelmed with “picture-perfect” ideas of homo relations.  There’s no pre-existing formula to follow.  We’re all figuring it out.  It’s a lot.  And it’s all the time.   


5.  It’s mysterious.
Are those two people sleeping together?  What exactly is lesbian sex? 
Who’s the top?  Are they really broken up?
         
What kinds of friends are we?  

It’s a mystery.  


So mysterious, in fact, that I usually don’t know myself.  No one knows.  A lot of things.  If I’ve looked at you for more than a couple of seconds, in my head, we have slept together.  Deal.  It’s queer.  


6.  It’s sexy.


Did I have to go here?  Yes.  Listen. 

Humans find pleasure in sex, perhaps this is an evolutionary thing designed so that we can propagate and exist.

So why would two people who CAN’T make a BABY together do it?
BECAUSE THEY FUCKING WANT TO.
Regardless of what Jesus, Nature, Laws, Social Norms, whatever else has told us/required, what WE do is like…for affection and pleasure.  That is all.  
NO ONE, even our hormones built to tell us to procreate, tells us to.  We can desire people just to DESIRE them, with no pretense of propagating the human race or biological impulse to “spread our seed.”

So some people call it unnatural.
I call it superhuman.
It is really incredible.



7.  It’s fun.

         Activities I’ve heard about/participated in over the last few weeks:
-       Fashion show.  (Which included a dead unicorn and some jungle-inspired dancing).
-       Graveyard croquet.
-       “The First Ladies of Metal” drag show. 
-        Pumpkin carving.
-       Halloween POPcabaret at the Warhol Museum, featuring people dressed as nylon chickens undulating to dub-step-ish music while someone read erotica. 
-       More than one dance party.


YES.  Straight people could have come.  But most did not.  So what were they all doing?  I don’t know.  I would guess it wasn’t as fun, though.

8.  It’s a challenge.

WHO DOESN'T like a CHALLENGE?


What I’m sayin’ is only…this shit isn’t “normal.”  It’s not advertised in most magazines, it’s not saturating network television, and it’s just not “average.”  Percentage-wise, it’s (right, obviously), a minority.
         
Sooooo what?
         
For some reason—and I can’t exactly put my finger on it, the subculture of QUEER tends to open the door to other “subculture-ish” behavior.

Like…okay…so…


Once you’re part of a queer community, it seems that what is “socially acceptable” is skewed/different/new.

(*I’m gon’be real here.  There are some instances where I don’t actually
think that this is good.  There can be homogeny among the homos that is UN-inviting and confusing and that occasionally PRESENTS more cultural norms than it disbands.  D’ya’know?  Example:  You are a cheerleader?  You’re not really invited all the way/all the time.  I’m not saying it’s tragic.  I’m saying it’s evident.)


BUT OHGODNO we are ACTUALLY talking about the POSITIVE nature of subculture “wacky-ness” so let’s gettttttttoooooo the point.  When you’re part of a “fringe” network, the things you do have more “room.”  You don’t live in the bubble of ordinary social interaction and expectation.  People who are queer tend to do the things that are associated with being on the outskirts.  We dance more, smoke more, get more tattoos, speak up more loudly (often) about social/environmental/political justice, listen to indie music, and fall on a spectrum of “outsiderness” that seems to be wayyyyyy wider (usually) than “insiderness.”

And that.  Is super.  Cool.


Once we open our perception of OURSELVES to include “fringe” or
non-normative or plain-ol-QUEERness, our perception of the world shifts to include this identity. 
Once this identity-maker is in place, I think that queer people often have liberated themselves in a way; they feel they can more clearly or openly voice any part of their individuality, beyond their queerness.  We have to challenge ourselves AND the world around us to include us.  The world
is as challenged by us as we are by the world…

For better or worse.  Yaknow? 

9.  It’s a story.

         So yes, okay, right, I’m a writer.
         ButSeriously.
         

If you identify as queer, you have a story.  Most people have some story    from something at sometime in their lives.  HOWEVER, people who have had to come out/face discrimination/leave home/find new friends…on and on and on…have a story that CONNECTS them to a group of people. 

Right of course, people all have their story about the first time they had their heart hurt or the first time they realized their mortality, but the THING IS, your QUEER stories are the rare ones, they are the moments that make you the YOU that you are now.  No one popped out of the womb with a rainbow flag.  For any number of reasons or genetic presets or magical lucky stars, they REALIZED at one time what they felt, and that it was different, and that it was queer. 
         

What was it like coming out to your parents?  When did you realize that you were attracted to women/felt like a boy/didn’t identify as a boy/etc?
         
All so good.
All the time.
Sad, funny, awkward, incredible, heartbreaking, joyous.

         
Personally, the first person I came out to was my boyfriend.  
So that’s like…you know…that’s kind of a good story. 

10.  It’s an invitation.

         To what?
         The biggest party on the planet.
         Let’s look back on some humans, I’ll go ahead and name a few:
         Socrates.
         Shakespeare.
         Lord Byron.
         Sylvia Plath.
         Emily Dickinson.
         Walt Whitman.
         Harvey Milk.
         Marie Antoinette.
         Frida Kahlo.
         Leonardo Da Vinci. 
        

Were these people all gay?  NO!  Did they have incredible happiness all the time?  NO!  Did they follow hetero-normative lifestyles?  NOOOOO!
Are they awesome?  YES.
Join the party.
It’s a party.



There are as many ways to be queer as there are ways to live.
There are as many amazing things about bending cultural norms as there are cultural norms.

YES, yes, yes…
In the things that I have listed above, I am (mostly) talking to the people of the world who are in a community/family/place where they can be what they are without daily threat. 

I went to a high school where NO ONE IN THE ENTIRE TIME THAT I WAS THERE WAS AN OUT QUEER PERSON.
This is, statistically, a near-impossibility. 

Sometimes I wonder if my late-bloomer-ness would be different if I had known certain people (specifically lesbians…) when I was younger than twenty. 


WANT A STORY?

OKAY?

Once upon a time, when I was twenty-two, I told my father (a genius) on the Fourth of July that I was gay (after we ate some bagels). 

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!

He said:  I thought maybe you were just really liberal. 
(He was to’lly cool.  It was all like “I love you,” let’s hug, you know, that.  Also, he drives a Subaru wagon). 

I went back to my mother’s house and proceeded to drink American Honey in the backyard on a lawn chair.  I got a lot of mosquito bites.  Then it started raining.

Don’t cry; it gets better.

Three years later, it was the Fourth of July.  I had an amazing time with a lot of friends and their families.   

END OF THE STORY!

MESSAGE?

QUEER IS GREAT.  That's all I got.  

So.
I just wanted to make a PRETTY BIG GAY STATEMENT.
Because, while there’s been a lot of talk about a lot of things and a lot of queer things, something that I haven’t mentioned is that this documentary is like a giant comfy pillow that’s overstuffed with QUEER.  Sleep on it. 

So…the film?

I WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR...well...if you've gotten here:
That I AM NOT implying that the AMAZING INPUT I'VE GOTTEN FROM HETEROSEXUAL PEOPLE IS NOT IMPORTANT TO THIS FILM.
ALL interviews have been both fun and important.
IN FACT.
This is not a movie about "being gay."
This is not a political film called "Glorious Homosexual Arch of Destiny: The Homos of the Mississippi."  
I don't know what it's called.  But it's not called that.  
        
OF NOTE:  You think you’re a movie star?
Think again:  You might be a theatre star too.

WHAT?  DID YOU SIGN UP FOR THAT?

Here’s something:
I have audio recordings of most interviews.

Here’s something you might (probably don’t) know:
(WARNING, this might bore you)
I worked on a piece at an art gallery in Brooklyn this past summer with a brilliant director, Katie (Katherine) Brook (Info: http://katherinebrook.com/).  We used voice recordings from the Dust Bowl to make theatre piece where actors in a totally different context used the exact speech from the recordings.

WE ARE NOW making a piece from your interviews.  Actors will deliver text EXACTLY as you spoke it, but all sound-edited-jumbled.  And the actors will not look or sound like you.  It will be amazing.  It will be called HOME.  And we will be developing it…sometime.  Soon.  Watch out.  It’s a deal.

If this is interesting to you, ask me about it.  I will talk about it.  A lot. 


And, to close, if you like these photos, they came from these places:


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