I’ve never been much of a soap watcher but I did have a brief period of entrancement at about age 12. It was with All My Children. So I am pleased to say that is the show that will be airing an MTF character this week. Of course we have yet to see how it will turn out but oh isn’t she cute? Now, of course soaps are sensational but it appears they did consult with GLAAD and might be genuinely interested in portraying trans people positively. Gay is so passe… […]
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Guess I’m not the only one who’s been lost for days, headphones keeping out the world, in the maniacally intense yet smooth beats of their latest album Standing in the Way of Control. For a complete list of the winners visit Stereogum, because, I really don’t know where to pick up this rag on American shelves… […]
I am not usually excited to hear about another British TV show or movie that we decided to steal and dumb down for an American audience but Coppola may just make a different enough film, hopefully one that doesn’t pander to American simpleness, that it may be worth it. The BBC mini-series version was a bit more flippant than the book and that angered some, but the BBC has always been irreverent and I appreciated the fresh perspective on the book, which is on my top 10 best queer books ever. The story is one I think is so interesting that a fresh perspective can still make a good film with nuances not seen before. I had the very same thought as Queerty also that it seemed a little bizarre, considering the novel has no characters of color in it, that she would choose those 2, but Queerty says it in a much more amusing way: “We suppose Coppola’s using her artistic license on this one, which – despite what you may think after Marie Antoinette – is actually a good thing.” Beyoncé says that it’s time for the ladies to get the same mainstream attention as the Brokeback men and the 2 potential stars are also supposed to have said that, “…they weren’t at all coy about the sex scenes. In fact they both seemed to think it would be more fun than doing the same work with a man.” Which I doubt I would be likely to hear from Heath Ledger but makes sense coming from women. I especially think this might be an easier gig for actresses who are already married or involved, seeing as co-stars can often end up as lovers… […]
It has been my intention, on a slow queer news day, to put forth a list of obvious queers that still have yet to come out. They could be individuals that are pretty gay in the public eye but refuse to talk about their personal life, or those that try again and again to refute the obvious. (*cough* Clay Aiken *cough*) I’ve got a small list going but I realized it might be more interesting with your input. So I welcome submissions of what celebrity or public figure just needs to bang down that flimsy closet door. I missed the boat on the Doog-ster, but there must be scads out there. You can respond using the comment feature (if it’s working currently) or by emailing me. I’ll help you start the list tomorrow. […] 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. Love Always, Jane […] 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. […] Hollywood has been a hotbed of gay activity since its inception, but it’s only fairly recently that the gay rumor mill has moved from something to be refuted or ignored to something desirable. Jake Gy… […] — Bridezilla! Even lezzie weddings can feature a full out brawl with the Best Man…– Aw…the regning king and queen of gossip-land have got our backs…– I want my gay reality TV…(ok so I know… […] Local shock dragsters Sissyboy have been entertaining us squeezed into Holocene or other venues for 2 years now but it looks like the local art-erati have finally noticed the less than clean-shaven la… […] I have to confess that in some of the brief periods of unemployment in my life I did indeed watch daytime shows such as Rosie ODonnell, Ellen, or The View. But as a productive member of the work force… […] |
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It’s always been apparent to Northwesterners how cool, Beth Ditto, the rock operatic diva of indie queercore sensations 
Though I am often frustrated by Queerty’s treatment of anything other than male as an afterthought they do occasionally bless me qith really exceptional news…like 
Now that quasi-closeted former TV child doc Doogie Howser, 
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