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The politics of outing

With the eruption of the Mark Foley scandal, as well as this week’s impending National Coming Out Day, the question of politicians and their personal lives in one that seems to be on American minds. And while outing celebrities has always been one of those sentiments that rings with: "oh let them be, but everyone already knows so I’m going to continue to gossip anyway." But the question of outing does become more serious when talking about politicians that hide in a protective closet of shame and self-loathing that can lead to using their power to deny rights to other gay Americans. Kerry Eleveld has a piece in today’s New York Blade that addresses this issue directly. And though I find it unfortunate, on some level, that politicians must have their personal lives so intensely scrutinized, the reality is that they do, and everyone should be on a level playing field in this regard so hypocrisy is not a secret. It is this concept that makes me want to reproduce Eleveld’s article in its entirety but I will highlight a specifically significant portion near the end (though I encourage you to read the whole thing).

Mark Foley’s problem was not that he was gay, it’s that he solicited teenage boys. The fact that his gayness was only scrutinized in the mainstream press after he was tied to "naughty e-mails" has now inextricably linked his sexuality with his inappropriate advances.

Another interesting media source (as I hope we bloggers are now considered) is BlogActive. Which has come under attack for its outing of gay politicians. And if Eleveld’s article hasn’t convinced you why this is not only acceptable but necessary then BlogActive writer Mike Roger’s many posts just might. This clip seems a good introduction though his most effective points comes near the end. I think its important to note that he specifically says he is not targeting celebrities, or even politicians as a whole. It’s not about gossip or prurient interest, but public interest.

For more on what local bloggers have to say on the Foley issue ORBlogs has a great feed on the whole Foley hullabaloo.

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Portland Lesbian and Gay Film Festival

I realize I’m a little late as the 10th annual Portland Lesbian and Gay Film Fest actually started yesterday. Luckily for all late-comers, including myself, the fest rages on for a full week. If you’… […]


Oh so much more than a Splendora review

I have been quite lax in my duties as blogger. Could I use the excuse that John Cameron Mitchell just tuckered my poor little queer brain out? Possibly, but I did want to tell you all how fabulous Lee Kyle’s sold out "Maybe I’m Just Like My Mother" show was, though going to the second to last performance made it a bit less useful. Nevertheless I enlisted the help of my darling gf Jane Larson to do a guest post review of the show. This is what I got back. And though it portrays me as something of a moron, its bizarre and amazing wit is worth any mocking I may endure.

So I told my partner, girlfriend, sugarpants the other day that things come in threes. She was puzzled by this statement, so I said it two more times.

"You know," I said, "Like when you hear a word that you don’t know and then you hear it again and then you hear it a third time and it’s sealed in your memory?"

Pregnant pause…

"Okay, okay," I say, "How about that movie Candyman, when the lady says his name three times and then he comes screaming out of the mirror to kill ya…."

Nothing.

It’s at this point that I just continue along whatever yellow brick road of thought I have created for myself and she listens, ’cause she’s good like that.

"Well, first of all we went to that Splendora show, Maybe I am just like my Mother, on Friday night at the Back Door Theater, and he shows a film clip of himself in the shower (grrrr) singing that song from the Little Mermaid.

She replies with the standard, "uh huh…"

"Then we went in our little girl bike gang to the Irvington neighborhood garage sale and since we were on bikes I had to buy a bag to carry my booty in. Remember that I found that kiddie backpack…The Little Mermaid one…and then all of us road our bikes and sang the song…"

She replies, "Riiiiight…"

"And THEN, we were watching TV and it turns out that The Little Mermaid is being re-released on DVD this week and we heard the song again!! TaDa…Three!"

This is usually when I sit back in whatever chair I am in and fold my hands behind my head and revel in my smarty-pants-ness. And she smiles at me blankly. Sometimes I think she’s afraid…it’s one of those frozen smiles, you know?

The rollercoaster that is a conversation with me continues as I take a sharp left and careen back to the beginning of my list, which was really what I wanted to discuss in the first place but I thought the filler story was a delight as well. That beginning being the Splendora show, "Maybe I am just like my Mother."

Goodness, Mary…it was delicious. Like drinking a champagne cocktail in a vat of créme brulee. It was a feast for the eyes as Lee opened with an excruciatingly slow piece of performance art that involved stacking rocks at the hair shrine of what can only have been his mothers wig altar. What came next was a casual, coffee chat between Lee and about 70 of his closest friends. He breaks the audience/actor barrier in a way that would have made Bertholt Brecht weep and beg for mercy. He spoke to us over ice tea in his sunroom. He spoke to us while getting ready for a show in the cramped dressing rooms at the Wonder Ballroom. He talked to us about his life, his family and himself while we played Nintendo in his basement on beanbag chairs. There was no pretense or sing song in his speech, there were no lines, there was only easy conversation. And when the conversation died down, as it tends to between friends, he brought on the multimedia festival of gross. A gross that was so deliciously funny that I smile in business meetings just remembering his turning his mother’s sheer Legg’s pantyhose into a man’s most important part and drinking a mysterious yellow liquid from a bottle. The songs that accompanied these two pieces were pants-peeing funny. Disturbingly so. I do find myself humming these occasionally but the tunes always turn into the little mermaid….singing her heart out…slapping her tail on that big rock for emphasis….sing it with me now: " I wanna be where the people are…"

PS: When you type in Solendora into Google it corrects it for you.
PPS: Clay Aiken is gay. His new name is Gay Clay.

Love Always,

Jane

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Homophobic performer

Just got this note from Todd at the Simmons Equality Network And though I don’t have time to do much research I have heard this before and thought it was important that you be informed of the homophob… […]


John Cameron Mitchell interview: Though he’s a New Yorker at Heart Hedwig creator thinks Portland is a model for the future

While John Cameron Mitchell, creator of Hedwig and the Angry Inch was in town for a screening of his new film Shortbus (see review below), I was able to sit down with him and keep him from having fun… […]


Splendora’s ode to a Texas Mom

Local performer Lee Kyle Turner is hard to miss. Alter ego Splendora, the deliciously larger than life drag queen sports not only the usual diva accoutrement but sleeves of tattoos and a 6 foot 10 inch frame. But though he’s the talk of P-town these days, with his talented trash talking persona following him everywhere he goes, Turner is aware of his more visceral background and too-real-for-comfort redneck roots. And while he may seem imposing now, he recounts having to "…hide behind [his] mother at the grocery store." It seems appropriate then, that Lee Kyle should celebrate the brashness of his crass but protecting Texan mom in a nervy performance piece entitled "Maybe I’m Just Like My Mother." As Splendora Turner is always entertaining, but this this leap to a more personal narrative seems not only natural but something fans of Lee Kyle have been waiting for. I’m sure it will not always be easy to watch. Turner says as much, and the sentiment is echoed by writer Aaron Scott. But it is precisely this discomfiture that positions Turner’s newest piece as a distinctive, thoughtful, and intense piece of art.

Maybe I’m Just Like My Mother An Ode to Cornelia runs Fri/Sat Sept. 22, 23, 29 and 30 at 10:30p at Back Door Theatre, 4319 S.E. Hawthorne Blvd. Tickets are $10 from 971-506-9291.

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Get on the Shortbus

Though the Portland Gay and Lesbian Film Festival isn’t until October, tonight kicks of the pride of fall with a Cinema 21 screening of John Cameron Mitchell’s (Hedwig and the Angry Inch) eyebrow… […]


Video: Rosie’s controversial statement

I know I’m a bit behind on this but I just wanted to give you the video of everyone’s favorite lezzie mom give her controversial statement of the year on The View the other day. I wholly support her s… […]


McSveeky I think…

I really don’t have much to say about the greasy looking, smiley, gay ex-Governor of New Jersey. Yeah, the one surrounded in scandal concerning promoting a man for sleeping with him; the one that was on Oprah yesterday. I didn’t watch it. But this little snippet from the boys over at Queerty is pretty funny, and I think, right on the mark.

But for a better overview, and more opinion, check out the rundown at Gay Rights Watch. This seems more cheesey, and without the ounce of cynicism I appreciate from the Queerty entry, yet GRW is always on the pulse and has interesting things to say.

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I need just a little plot with my lesbianism

I’m all for prurient interest, be it in film, performance, art, orwherever you can get it. I appreciate the value of enjoying somethingpurely for its shock value, gross-ness, or sex appeal. But thedyk… […]