June 2005 Archives
I've Got The Marriage BluesBy on June 30, 2005 8:30 AM | No Comments
I've got the marriage blues. See, I've been thinking quite a bit about this marriage bit, and I'm just not so sure I want any part in it. After all, just a few years ago we (the LGBTQ movement) were helping to pioneer a critique against marriage. Yet, here we are, demanding access to an institution we once helped expose as inherently flawed.
This is a hard pill for many to swallow. What is it about marriage that's so bad, after all? It seems that marriage equality would be a huge legal step towards full equality for LGBTQ Americans and also a huge step culturally towards eradicating homophobia. And, you know, this is not terribly far from the truth. But to whom is this equality given?
I want to think about other kinds of consequences. I want to consider what this will do to the kinds of relationships we enter into. One thing I always loved about being gay was that I didn't have to have my friends always nagging me about "when ya gonna get married, huh?" I could live a single life without that pressure looming over my head. I can be happy as a single person and deemed so by others without having to get married to validate that.
Moreover, I could enter into an open relationship - as many gay men do - and defy the mainstream's obsession with monogamy. I know many gay couples who have been together for many, many years and have a completely open relationship. When I was just in San Francisco I ran into a couple that has been together for 15 years - completely open and still thriving. Will it work for everyone? No. Does it work for a surprising number of people? Yes. Marriage will help eliminate that possibility by stigmatizing these kinds of relationships.
I want to us to just consider, for a moment, that maybe life-long monogamy isn't all it's cracked up to be. In doing this, we should think about how this whole marriage thing really started. Was marriage always about true love that lasted a lifetime? No. It was, at first, about a man owning a woman legally. She was his property. Marriage, not too long ago, wasn't about honeymoons and deep intimacy - but about the subjugation of women to men for as long as the man deemed necessary. Women were not valuable in and of themselves - they were only deemed worthy via their husband's - their owner's - status. The institution us queer folks are clambering to get into was built on domination and oppression. Let's keep that in mind.
Let's also consider if that has really changed - is marriage no longer about property? Well, let's think about how married couples are formally addressed: "Mr. and Mrs. John Doe." All she is here is a Mrs. - without a name, she is virtually invisible. Were she to be named she would be Mrs. Jane Doe - her family's name erased to make way for that of the man. Women consistently take their husband's name - a sign that some remnants of the origins of marriage are still with us. Also consider how married men and woman physically express their status. Women are supposed to wear glitzy hard-to-miss diamond rings to show others that they are taken, owned. Men simply wear gold bands that are a bit more conspicuous. Let's consider that when asking for marriage.
Let's also think about the arguments made for having access to marriage. Quite a bit of the dialogue around this issue is founded on heart-breaking stories about partners dying and their loved one denied access to the hospital room as her/his lover passed on. These are tragic stories, without a doubt. They demand attention. But I want to consider an alternate narrative. Let's say that I was lying on my death bed and the only person I wanted to be by my side was my best friend. Would he be allowed into my room? No. Our relationship, though incredibly important in my own life, is of no importance here. Only marriage is valued. Even if I was straight and I had an unmarried partner of 20 years the same would be true.
Also, if you weren't aware, the price of the average wedding isn't exactly reasonable. Average wedding costs are reported anywhere between $12,000 and $20,000 (this varies also by metro area). Average! Who is this institution really available to? It's clear that most Americans, especially queer Americans, don't have this kind of cash to throw around. Now certainly full weddings aren't necessary to get hitched - you can go on down to the Court House and get a license for a hundred bucks or so. But there is certainly a LOT of pressure to have a huge ceremony when you do get married - marriages without it might not be seen as serious or worthy of approval.
The bottom line is this: though gay marriage will prove to be an important legal victory towards full legal equality for LGBTQ people, the cultural repercussions need to be better weighed and considered. I don't think that we can really talk anymore about whether we should fight for marriage or not - the dominos have been tipped, a chain reaction set in place. Marriage will happen. It may take 2 years or it may take 20, but I do think that it's only a matter of time. I do not deny the benefits that marriage will bestow upon gay couples that they are otherwise denied. But I think we need to keep in mind that whenever benefits are given, they are likewise denied to others. To be a full citizen of this country - to reap all the benefits of being an American - you have to be married. I find that troubling.
Spain Steps OutBy on June 30, 2005 7:44 AM | No Comments
Spain's Parliament today finally passed a bill legalizing gay marriage. The issue was somewhat contentious there, but it looks as though a majority of Spaniards support the idea despite a well-mobilized opposition. Socialism's benefits, it seems, are being distributed to LGBTQ citizens there.
I thought quite a bit about this marriage idea while in San Francisco. Look for a longer post hashing my ideas out later!
The Apartment Search is OVER!By on June 30, 2005 12:08 AM | No Comments
Good news! Today Troy and I recieved a phone call from our future landlord who informed me that we got the place I mentioned in the last entry in the Castro. This is such great news - I'm relieved. And, even better, he was willing to start the lease July 15th even though it is vacant now. So this is really great news.
The apartment is located in the HEART of the Castro - 3872 17th Street . If you check the map out (be sure to look @ the satellite view too!), note that just TWO blocks away is the intersection of Market St. and Castro St. - this is the epicenter of the Castro. My favorite bar is literally a 5 minute walk away! Granted, the 2 BR place is $1700 / month - but really this isn't terribly unreasonable for the Castro.
Having this settled has taken a weight off my shoulders. It also had made me realize how close our move to San Francisco really is. We leave August 1st. T-minus 32 days left in North Carolina.
Jesus.
Relief in Search, Much Fun @ NightBy on June 26, 2005 6:13 AM | No Comments
Yesterday's stress gave way, fortunately, to a most lovely day today. Me and Troy started off the day at the Gay and Lesbian Film Festival where we saw "The End of AIDS: The Search for a Vaccine," a very well produced documentary on the history of AIDS Vaccine research, and "The D Word," a parody of the Showtime series "The L Word" featuring lesbian comedian Marga Gomez. Both films were a treat - its a rare experience to see such well-done LGBTIQ cinema.
Following that we had a few drinks and ventured two blocks to check out today's apartment. Really - two blocks from the heart of the Castro. It turned out to be fantastic - so much so that we put in an application. We're hopeful that we'll snag the place. Living in the Castro would be too exciting for words!!!
My good friend Liz's birthday happened to fall on this lovely Pride Weekend and so we ventured to her girlfriend's apartment to celebrate the occasion. It was great to see so many friends from last summer - we had a blast. Liz will be a fellow 1st year in the SFSU Masters program this Fall.
From her party we walked the few blocks over to the Castro for "The Pink Party" - where 10s of 1000's of queer people fill the street and celebrate Pride. It was great to be jam packed in that kind of setting with people filling the streets for as far as the eye could see and not feel threatened or in danger because of my sexuality.
Then, off to "Drunk and Horny" - a party in the Haight that turned out to be LOTS of fun. I ran into a future Professor of mine - who was really excited to see me, as was I. It was crazy to be partying down in a bar with my Professor - awesome, for sure. Also ran into Mr. Win Chesson who was with friends from his Gay Swim Team. So cute. Good times.
Tomorrow is Pride. 3 hour parade. Lots of fanfare. Good times. Troy leaves me tomorrow evening back home, and then I head out Monday evening. It has been a great trip - stressful at times, but a fantastic trip. This city is so amazing - the gay boy scene is so relax, chill, and really not pretentious or hard to navigate. Can't wait to be here :)
Castro Fun, Apartment Hell!By on June 25, 2005 2:52 AM | No Comments
Sitting here in my bed at the Holiday Inn in San Francisco, I find myself exhausted from a day filled with both fun and not so fun moments. The apartment search has turned out to be much more competitive that I had been anticipating. We looked at two places yesterday that we were really excited about - both in the Castro and in our price range (which, believe me, is AMAZING). The ad for the place had gone up that morning and we were the second group to look at the place - so we didn't think that haste was so important. We learned the hard way: they both had been rented out to people other than us before the end of the business day.
I found this news out today after attending a fantastic session at the ISAACS Conference presented by Cathy Cohen, a wonderful black Poltical Scientist at the University of Chicago whose analysis of political movements and the "down low" was dead-on. Specifically she teased apart comments from Bill Cosby referring to young black men and women as "knuckleheads" who can't speak English resonated with me and my own concerns for the Gay and Lesbian political movement. Groups like with HRC have fought hard to say similar things: we're just like you, we have manners, we have money, etc. It was really awesome to make some clear connections between racism and homophobia - and really awesome to hear it coming from a Political Scientist.
Okay so back to the apartment search. After Cohen's talk, I got the message about the two apartments in the Castro. I was upset - to say the least. I was hoping that our search had finally come to an end. We had an appointment, though, at 1:30 that afternoon to check out a decent place in an OK location - so all was not lost. Me and Troy left the conference early and went to the computer lab to try to find a few more potentials. With a few numbers in hand, we made our way to the subway station - I was starting to fall apart. I just really couldn't handle the stress of this search at that moment. But really it all caved in when, after waiting for 30 minutes, we realized the "M" line to get us to the next apartment was broken down. What the fuck? What Karma hell did we fall into? Needless to say, we missed our 1:30 PM appointment.
With Troy's support I managed to get one with my day and meet with Eric Rofes as scheduled. We saw a play he produced the previous evening called "Test / Positive / Now: The Infection Monologues." The play was really fascinating and touched on a variety of really compelling issues dealing with HIV+ men. Eric's been doing research on his own on gay men who've recently tested positive and from the stories he has been gathering he has produced this play. The play didn't try to sugar coat and of the issues or these men's experiences. None were denied their own complex realities and relationships with their diagnoses. One thing I found interesting was one character's struggle with Public Health officials and other gay men talking about HIV Prevention and the decision to practice safe sex in such calculated, rational ways. When we discuss issues about safe sex we're almost always in classroom-like settings where thinking rationally isn't hard to do - but in the bedroom, this is no longer the case.
One character also argued that, as long as HIV exists without a vaccine, new infections will continue to happen amung gay men. We will always make mistakes because we're human. To expect us to do otherwise is unrealistic. This, I think, is especially true in an era when HIV is more like a chronic, manageable disease rather than a terminal illness - the life/death impetus to use a condom simply isn't there as it used to be. I was really honored to be able to see this play in its first incarnation - Eric plans to more than double the cast in the near future as his research continues to expand.
Eric and I had coffee and discussed my upcoming move to San Francisco. He's such a fantastic guy / thinker - I'm SO excited to be in the same city as him and his colleagues!!!
Our meeting cheered me up so I met back up with Troy to have a few cocktails in the Castro. We went to Bar on Castro where drinks are 2 for $4 during Happy Hour. 6 drinks later, I went home to rest and he stayed in the Castro to hang out / have fun. After a few hours I called Troy and he sounded like he was having quite a fantastic time - in fact he had consumed about 8 strong drinks after my departure. I was simultaneously checking out Craigslist and found a fantastic listing the Castro - a bit pricey, but a good listing. After making an appointment tomorrow to check the place out, I hopped in a cab to rescue Troy / check out the exterior of the building. Troy was fine and the apartment looks great - at least from the outside. We'll see tomorrow if it lives up to its exterior. It's literally a 4 minute walk from the apartment to the bars in Castro - quite excited about that potential (as is Troy, since he wants to wait tables in that area).
Tomorrow's Agenda:
11:30 Apartment Viewing
1:30 - 5:00 PM: Gay and Lesbian Film Festival - "The End Of AIDS: The Search for a Vaccine" and "The D Word" (a parody featuring lesbian comedian Marga Gomez of the Showtime series, "The L Word").
7:00 PM: Dyke March?
10:00 PM: The Pink Party
12:00 AM: The "Drunk and Horny" Party. Maybe :)
The Advocate: July 19thBy on June 19, 2005 2:44 PM | No Comments
Good news! "The Advocate" has agreed to publish an article of mine that was inspired by a previous blog entry! Last week I e-mailed an editor there and said that I thought young gay men had not been given much of a chance to respond to criticism from gay male social critics that they are misbehaving and threatening to spawn a rise in HIV infections. They wrote me back and asked me to write a short piece on the topic, and I did!
Look for the article (and a picture!) in the issue hitting newstands July 19th. Hoorah!
Is Badlands Bad, After All?By on June 16, 2005 12:52 AM | No Comments
If you've been following the queer news scene mighty closely, you may have come across a story of a gay bar in San Francisco called Badlands accused of discrimination against black patrons. The story blew up last summer while I was in the city, and a friend of mine was taking part in the organizing for "And Castro For All" - the group that has brought the complaints against the bar (they were originally named "Is Badlands Bad?" - but renamed themselves to broaden their mission).
Today the San Francisco Board of Supervisors issued a resolution advising city agencies to penalize the club for acts of discrimation - such as denying black patrons entry into the club, requiring multiple forms of ID, etc. This unfortunately came as little surprise to me. I've seen it doen - MANY times - here in Raliegh at Legends Nightclub. When I've seen it, it hasn't just been against black men, but also against women and older gay men.
Other San Francisco gay men I've spoken with about the issue don't deny the problem and say that it's location in the Castro, the historically gay neighborhood of San Fran, is no coincidence. The area is primarily filled with 30-something gay white men who can afford to pay the neighborhood's ridiculously high rents. This is the same neighborhood whose neighborhood council just a few years back voted against the building of a neighborhood queer youth shelter. What was once a tight-knit community of LGBT people supporting one another has now clearly transformed into something else entirely.
Unfortunately, the SF Board of Supervisors has no jurisdiction to actually penalize the club. Their resolution will now be considered by state agencies like the Dept. of Alcoholic Beverage Control who can decide to issue a warning or go so far as to revoke the club's liquor license. My vote: revoke it. Take a strong stance to say that the city is committed to fairness and equality and won't tolerate this kind of discrimination. I'm doubtful that the city will take such a stance, but we will soon find out.
On a positive note, "And Castro For All" has taken their momentum from this case and turned it into providing a discrimination hotline for SF Residents. Check out their website (link below) to read more. You can also read the personal accounts of discrimination involved in the Badlands case.
Links:
365Gay.com Article
And Castro For All Website
By on June 11, 2005 1:54 PM | No Comments
The ACT UP (AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power) AIDS activism of the 1980s and early 1990s was built around a singular expression of rebellion: Silence = Death. The idea was that if our government and our culture continued to live in silence about the American AIDS epidemic, we would only be greeted with an ever-increasing death toll and, ultimately, the erasure of sexually active gay men. ACT UP's powerful slogan jolted many into action and helped transform the organization into a powerful political entity that created real policy change in Washington.
Today, the slogan smacks of the past. Its mention does not bring to mind any current crisis, but harkens back to another time when almost an entire generation of gay men was lost to HIV. We live today in a world of protease inhibitors. A positive test result no longer represents the first nail in the coffin. HIV has shifted, for those who have access to the expensive medications, from terminal to chronic, from untreatable to manageable.
A new generation of young gay men has come to age without the looming specter of AIDS constantly at the horizon. We do not know what it means to see a community nearly crumble and to have weekends filled with memorial services for friends, lovers and mentors. Moreover, those who did know such a reality - the gay men surrounded by the AIDS crisis of the 80s and early 90s - are not around to tell us about it. The marked decline in dialogue between young gay men and their older counterparts has hurt our community. We - the young gay men of the 21st century - have no mentors to describe to us what it was like, then. We easily take for granted the dead whose bodies have paved the way to our present existence.
History can, for our people, be understood as something passed down from one generation to the next. Among those communities that face prejudice, the mainstream does not take notice of our accomplishments or failures. The likes of Harvey Milk or Harry Hay will not be found in any high school textbook. To survive, we must do the work ourselves. The decline in intergenerational dialogue among gay men has gravely perverted this process. Our history is disconnected. The result is a young generation of gay men that for many knows of no gay history beyond Ellen.
Without our history readily available, we - the young gay men of the 21st century - are forced to fend for ourselves. We have grown of age alongside the Internet and have developed new meanings of community electronically. In this modern, electronic age, our geographic isolation no longer demands that we travel to gay ghettos like the Castro to find others who identify similarly. Moreover, gay spaces have appeared in communities across the nation, even in the likes of rural North Carolina (where, for instance, in Fayetteville the gay bar is a double wide trailer). We are everywhere. Our numbers growing and our presence increasingly less clustered, we have managed to build new understandings of what it means to be gay.
For a time, it seemed that we were doing so while at the same time reducing new HIV infections. After the introduction of protease inhibitors, new infections among gay men were on the decline year after year after year. Yet, today we find ourselves in an undeniably uncomfortable situation. The 21st century has brought with it a rumored rise in unsafe sex, raising the potential for a reversal of the past decade's trend.
Skeptics of the rumors should simply log on to any of the gay male webspaces and spend just a few minutes flipping through profiles. It does not take long to find someone looking for "Raw," "Bare," or "Natural" sex. Gay male E-culture has helped strengthen the movement against consistent condom use. Gay male social pundits have been quick to place the blame squarely on young gay men's shoulders. “Grow up," they say, “and quit your irresponsible fucking."
However, critics seem to be missing something. It is through no fault of our own that we find ourselves in this predicament. No one told us any better. We have few mentors to pass down a communal knowledge of not just history but also sex, bodies, and politics. Our High School Sex Ed courses certainly did not teach us anything of value. Sex education campaigns, even when present in our lives, often promoted either fear or abstinence, two options not particularly compelling to a gay man coming to terms with his sexuality.
Today, though, as we see more evidence that risky sex is on the rise, gay men will face a choice to either continue in silence towards an uncertain future. Or, we can choose to proactively tackle the rumors and help stem the push towards unsafe sex. We must be willing to talk openly and honestly about sex and our sex lives -unafraid to make mistakes or ask questions. We must conceptualize the consistent use of condoms as not the mere act of an individual to protect or not protect simply himself. Instead, we can begin to understand it as an act of a community member done in the interests of all gay men. Condom use is an expression of love not just for our sexual partners, but also for all gay men.
It is clear that now is the time for us all to think deeply and choose wisely. This is not just a decision for gay men 18 to 30 to make. Anyone who came out after the introduction of protease inhibitors understands HIV/AIDS similarly. We stand at a crossroads that lead to two very different realities for what it will mean to be gay in just a few short years. Dialogue is essential. It's up to you to start the conversation. Silence = Death.
Moments Recounting AP Biology, Fruit FliesBy on June 10, 2005 1:35 AM | No Comments
Me: "And there was this stuff that you would stick in the jar called 'Fly Nap' and all the fruit flies would fall down and go to sleep."
Troy: "Really?"
Me: "Yea and then you would take them out with tweezers and look at them with a magnifying glass and shit"
Troy (totally serious): "Is that really how flies sleep - they just fall out of the sky?"
Me: "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?"
Quote of the Moment, Pre-TartsBy on June 9, 2005 5:46 PM | No Comments
Just a quick blip from the homestead, before we start on Mango Tarts (they were on sale at Weaver Street!):
Jon Tirpak: "I have to take a nap, otherwise I'll be non-productive all night."
Me: "You know that's a lie. Such a bad habit."
Jon Tirpak: "You're all up in my sleep schedule! Maybe I'll just read The Advocate, - that's like sleeping anyways."
Me: "Yea, except without dreams!!!"
Moments in Training: CTOPSBy on June 9, 2005 12:56 AM | 1 Comment
This week begins a new phase in my post-graduation summer: Summer Orientation (called "CTOPS" at UNC) has begun for upcoming First-Year students at UNC and party of my job this summer is to train them with their new $2000 laptops.
I'll be the first to admit that my interactions with straight folks are quite limited. So many of my friends are queer that I forget sometimes what it's like to make small talk with people who don't share my queer sensibilities. It's easy to become cynical and dismiss many of them (straight folks) as homophobic, uncaring, etc. And sometimes that certainly is true. But at the CTOPS computer training, I discovered something rather remarkable: despite my obvious queerness, everyone was rather... well, nice! There, I said it. Straight people apparently can be nice!
I'm exagerrating, of course. But it was really rather suprising the intensity with which they all chatted me up about my major, my graduate school plans, and my move to San Francisco (if they didn't know I was queer by looking at me, that surely gave it away). I work one-on-one with these students for about 20 minutes while their computer boots up and installs all the necessary software, so there's often quite a bit of time to chat about our lives, etc.
The best part, surely, is that I get to give advice to these unknowing students about what classes to take and, of course, what classes not to take. One student, a rather macho boy, was signed up for "Introduction to Women's Studies" - and he was quite confident in telling me so (but not the kind of seedy confident that means he's taking it to "meet chicks"). This was encouraging, so I asked him who his professor was and he said the name of surely the most ultra-left lesbian professor on campus. I smiled and said, oh yea! You'll love that class! He was obviously excited that I thought so. The whole time I was thinking, I love this job.
Okay - I know - I'm assuming a lot here. For one, clearly there are queer people coming through that I don't read as queer. But, take for instance another client: a tall, handsome Italian guido-esque rising First-Year with thick fingers and a rich Long Island accent who, that morning, was wearing a mesh basketball jersey. He was at least straight for the moment, since he mentioned his girlfriend. He was hands down the nicest and most sincere person that came through on my first day - SO interested in my plans and very open to my advice for classes, etc. Maybe he didn't read me as gay. Maybe he's really not straight. But the fact that a butch Italian guy felt comfortable having a really open and friendly conversation with a pretty femme gay boy with pretty hair in a room full of his peers must say something about the progress we have made towards full equality for LG(BT) people. (Right?)
I know, I know, it's not as if he's necessarily going to vote to support my right to employment non-discrimination. But today, I'm feeling optimistic. And maybe that will change with future CTOPS sessions, but for now I'm sticking with my sunny skies. Cheers!
Before Going to Bed, I Caught This Quote and VomitedBy on June 6, 2005 1:39 AM | No Comments
"Under the Bush tax cuts, the 400 taxpayers with the highest incomes - a minimum of $87 million in 2000, the last year for which the government will release such data - now pay income, Medicare and Social Security taxes amounting to virtually the same percentage of their incomes as people making $50,000 to $75,000." - NY Times
Thoughts About White WeddingsBy on June 5, 2005 2:52 PM | 1 Comment
This past weekend I had the excellent opportunity to peer into straight culture and attend my first wedding ceremony. I have a few initial responses, which I hope you will note have been written in a curious English accent:
1. Apparently there is a certain ritual that straight people have for the reception dinner following the Church ceremony. It involves one person - any person at the reception, really - tapping their glass with a silver spoon. Once one person has instigated the process, every other person in attendence must follow suit. It starts as a murmur and then the entire room is filled with ear-splitting clangs until the newly married couple kisses. At any moment, any given person in the room can feel so moved to begin the clanging and the newlyweds have no alternative but to kiss. I thought this was simply marvelous. I felt empowered, but declined the urge to begin the clanging of my glass.
2. This particular ceremony took place in a Catholic Church, though as the Groom's side of the family is decidedly Protestant, there was no Mass. Catholic Churches are very severe. Upon entry I was startled, as one can really only be, to see an oversized depiction of their Lord Jesus Christ hanging, bleeding whilst watching the churchgoers. This was very distracting. What was more distracting was the hue of his skin (pale white) and lack of body hair. Jesus was a rather odd looking fellow it seems for his ethnic origin.
3. My sister and I hunted quite thoroughly through the Church for a piece of a Saint. This seems to be quite important to the holiness of the site - but we stopped when we were caught snooping by an unimpressed alter boy.
4. In what could only be compared to the entrance of a semi-professional Football league, the Wedding Party (parents, bridesmaids, groomsmen, etc) were introduced over the loudspeaker upon entering the Reception. The DJ (whose voice was similar to that of the Wrestling announcer who is famous for "Lets Get Ready to Ruuuuumble") would call out each individuals name with the early 90s tune "Pump up the Jam" playing the background, and they would run in from the door to the dance floor. Upon their entrance, the crowd would burst into applause - with an occasional hoot or holler as needed. I thought this spectacular - if only there had been spotlights and lasers (and maybe even a fog machine).
5. Wedding receptions, I learned, are apparently limited in their selection of music. I overheard a crowd of what seemed like very wedding-savy straight people referring to a mysterious oversight committee based out of Utah that selects the songs allowed for playing at wedding receptions. They include such classics as "Staying Alive" by the BeeGees, "The Electric Slide," and - of course - the requisite "You Are So Beautiful (To Me)" by Joe Cocker. Everyone was quite surprised when the DJ made an apparent deviation from the permitted selections in his chusing of "Paradise by the Dashboard Light." They were so surprised, in fact, by his selection that they formed two opposing lines of men and women. The men dramatically interpreted the lyrics of the song sung by the male vocalist and the women would likewise follow suit with exceptional exuberance for the lyrics of the song sung by the female vocalist. A rare treat indeed. No word yet on whether the Committee for Wedding Reception Musical Entertainment will press charges.
6. After observing throughout the weekend these various rituals and ceremonies, I have decided that - though exceptionally fascinating - I have very little interest in partaking myself in the institution of marriage, at least the institution that straight people have so diligently constructed over the years. Though I must say - the free wine and food was quite nice.
By on June 1, 2005 9:54 AM | No Comments
As the most recent season of "The L Word" wrapped up the night of my graduation from UNC, I couldn't help but feel anxious for its next season's debut. That's right, I'm a devout "L Word" fanatic. Every Sunday night of this past season a group of lesbians (and me...) would gather 'round fellow "Word" followers Allison McNeill and Jessica Albrecht's projector and take in the latest installment.
This past season was rife with delicious dyke drama. Kit bought the Planet; Marina flew the coop; Jenny got some sanity... and then lost it again; Shane falls in love - it was all just too much! The highlight of the season had to have been Gloria Steinem's ridiculous appearance at Bette's father's funeral (he apparently was also buds with former President Clinton). The best moment - her 30 second speech summing up feminism: honestly!!! It was too ridiculous for words.
And then something strange happened. At some point during the last few episodes this season previews for the upcoming season of "Queer as Folk" started airing after the show. A chilled silence would fill the room - an unfamiliar tension. What was this creature - this show that is marketed at us? The silence was broken by one of my characteristic verbal jabs - and then we'd all join in lamenting Showtime's first queer series (which, really, wasn't very queer at all).
Perhaps Allison said it best when she said that QAF just "took itself way too seriously" - and she's right, it always did. The constant battles with the Community Center and the fight over the anti-gay Mayor stand out in my mind as representative of this fact. I remember one episode when residents of "Pittsburgh" went to the polls to elect a Mayor and the demonized anti-gay candidate lost. Dramatically, a black and white shot panned down "Liberty Avenue" until a bright rainbow flag waved color upon the screen and revelers came busting onto the street. Oh, really.
"The L Word" never took itself so seriously, and it's much more entertaining because of it. QAF tried so hard to be challenging and to tackle "big" issues - its painful efforts always read as artificial and stale. "The L Word" doesn't seem to be quite so interested in QAF's brand of seriousness. Granted, the Gloria Steinem moment was, indeed, a bit much; but, all in all, it's a deliciously exciting show that has me and a number of other UNC graduates on the edge of our seats.