August 2009 Archives
God Bless Gay Men's CreativityBy on August 31, 2009 11:32 PM | 1 Comment
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Thoroughly enjoying this Craigslist ad before bed:
Ahoy, MatiesI'm looking for a pirate who's ass I can plunder hard. If your a deck hand in need of a dick in hand, I'm your Captain, matey. I except hard, grunting work, good hand to hoist my jolly roger and a good tongue to mop my deck with.
Argh, if you think you're good enough for me to pillage, then come aboard my ship
or walk the plankArgh! I except all hands on deck to dress and act like a pirate, Captain will ignore posts not speaking like a pirate, understand mates?!
Amazing. Sleep well, mates!
trevorade: A bit of a facelift!By on August 31, 2009 3:46 PM | No Comments
Welcome to a slightly revised version of TrevorHoppe.com, in its latest incarnation as "Trevorade: Freshly squeezed gay analysis!" I had a been dying to make some edits to the previous template, which was a bit sloppy and garish. This takes the best of that edit and throws out the worst, I think! I hope you enjoy.
This is the first step towards a new project that has just begun to sprout in my mind. I won't say more about it now, but stay tuned in the coming months!
Jake Shears: Drugs, Sex, Music in BerlinBy on August 31, 2009 1:31 PM | No Comments
Amazing:
"It all began happening when I moved to Berlin for three months. I thought, I need to go out, take a bunch of drugs and have fun. I fell in love with dance music again and stayed out until the sun came up going to these insane sex parties. I've seen some things in my time, but i saw stuff there that made my jaw fall to the ground. These people aren't fucking around"- Jake Shears to Q magazine, on the new Scissor Sisters Album, coming out in March
He's quite right about Berlin. That place is a sex palace -- and they don't fuck around when it comes to raunch!
Whoa. Sputtering Crazy on FOX NewsBy on August 29, 2009 1:58 PM | 1 Comment
Jesus H. Christ. This guy has airtime on national cable TV?
Kylie Wants to Chiggy Wiggy WitchuBy on August 28, 2009 11:58 AM | No Comments
Meanwhile, I still have two extra center floor tickets to Kylie's Toronto concert. Who wants them?
Thinking about racist jokes (again)By on August 27, 2009 4:35 PM | 1 Comment
A couple of issues have come up while talking with friends about my recent post about racist jokes. In particular, one friend pointed out the problem in my choice to write a post that simultaneously examined a racist joke I made, on the one hand, and celebrated the positive influence of Black female pop singers in my life, on the other.
In a post intended to confront my racisms, I think talking about the importance of Black female artists in my life had the opposite effect. It implied that, because I listen to, say, Lauryn Hill, I'm not "actually" racist. This is flawed thinking. Just because I enjoy certain kinds of African-American pop music does not mean I don't simultaneously have racist tendencies.
Second of all, it was also somewhat preposterous to imply I have an authentic connection to "Black culture" just because I listen to pop music. "Black culture" means a lot of things and not all of these can be described by pop cultural media that is highly mediated and very intentionally produced. To imply that I "know" "Black culture" is a homogenizing, racist idea, too.
What I had been hoping to do in my last post was to identify the ways in which I, as a white gay man, am racist, own up to them, and in doing so hopefully diminish these tendencies in the future. I want to become more empathetic to my friends who are marginalized in various ways--and this goal is impeded when I try to "save face" by downplaying the ways in which I actually am bigoted, insensitive, or imperceptive.
This Blog Needs a NameBy on August 27, 2009 4:00 AM | 4 Comments
I'm sure you've thought it before. So what's your best idea? I've struggled over the years to attempt something clever. And now that I've added so many beautiful contributors, it's less and less apt to just simply call it "Trevor's Blog" -- which is boring anyways. So what should this here blog be called? Seeking ideas now!
xoxo
T
LGBT Activists React to Kennedy's PassingBy on August 27, 2009 1:54 AM | No Comments

JoeMyGod has assembled a nice series of responses from LGBT activists over the death of Senator Kennedy. Many are revealing, but I found this response from Michelangelo Signorile particularly apt:
"He battled the right-wing vigorously during the 80s in trying to get funding for AIDS/HIV research and basic care, in the face of a negligent government in the grip of religious extremists. He championed LGBT civil rights early on, and whether it was hate crimes laws or marriage, he was always out front in the Senate and in political life, showing leadership and bringing others along. I'm enormously grateful to him for helping to bring our issues into the mainstream and taking the ridicule and attacks from the far right over the years -- almost daily, from hate radio to the Internet -- because he took a courageous stand. Thank you, Senator."
Indeed. Thank you, Senator Kennedy, for all your hard work over the years. He worked tirelessly on so many progressive issues, it's hard to pin down a specific legacy. You can read the rest over at JMG.
Castro Bar "Moby Dick" Owner Dead, 41By on August 27, 2009 1:38 AM | No Comments

Via JoeMyGod:
Doug Murphy, 41, the owner of the venerable Castro gay bar Moby Dick, died of the H1N1 (swine flu) virus while visiting Palm Springs on Friday. Last month Murphy and his business partner opened another Castro bar, the Blackbird, to positive reviews.
I did not know Doug, but his bar was a favorite stop of mine as it was just two blocks from my old apartment in San Francisco. I enjoyed many two-for-one frozen margaritas there.
The fact that a 41 year old died from H1N1 is of course alarming. Universities across the country are gearing up for a potentially rough flu season on campus as students return from summer break. I certainly hope my students remain H1N1-free this term!
Jackson and I Are Going To Be On LOGO!By on August 27, 2009 1:13 AM | 4 Comments
Well, sort of -- a documentary featuring us will be premiering on LOGO in March 2010! It's called The Butch Factor. Clearly, I'm not representing the namesake cause :) The film features interviews with a lot of beefy dudes, but also segments from Jackson, me, and my fabulously sissy friend Mark Snyder (who runs QueerToday and wrote for Beyond Masculinity). I have not yet seen the film (screenings keep eluding me), so I can't comment on the film's quality or how well it deals with the extremely tough subject of masculinity / gay men. Jackson and several other friends attended the film's world premier in San Francisco back in June, and reported that the audience loudly applauded my segment. Yay! Thanks, gays!
If you want to catch a screening before it premiers on television, it will be screening in the following cities in the coming weeks and months: Austin (Sept 12); Palm Springs (Sept 27); Atlanta (Oct 2-8); Tampa (Oct 8-18), Rochester (Oct 11); Washington, DC (Oct 15-24); Seattle (Oct 16-25); Pittsburgh (Oct 16-25); and finally, in the Czech Republic (Oct / Nov). You can find more details on the film's website!
Trailer for Michael Moore's Latest, Capitalism: A Love StoryBy on August 27, 2009 1:09 AM | No Comments
Michael's up to his old antics:
Good use of MIA!
Scissor Sisters in the Studio!By on August 27, 2009 12:52 AM | No Comments

Good news, homos! The Scissor Sisters are hard at work in the studio for their next album. Best of all, Stuart Price -- who produced Madonna's fabulous Confessions on a Dancefloor alubm -- is reportedly producing the Sisters' new work. I saw Jake and the gang live a few years back in San Fran just after the release of Ta-Dah and they were amazing!!! I can't wait for new music from them!!!
You can see some photos and video of them hard at work on their website.
Study: Circumcision Does NOT Protect Against HIV for Gay MenBy on August 26, 2009 6:08 PM | 1 Comment
Finally! Some solid evidence to support what so many of us had suspected for years: While circumcision may have a preventative impact for HIV transmission among heterosexual men in Africa, it has no significant impact on transmission for gay men in the US:
Circumcision, which has helped prevent AIDS among heterosexual men in Africa, doesn't help protect gay men from the virus, according to the largest U.S. study to look at the question.The research, presented at a conference Tuesday, is expected to influence the government's first guidance on circumcision.
Circumcision "is not considered beneficial" in stopping the spread of HIV through gay sex, said Dr. Peter Kilmarx, of the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.
However, the CDC is still considering recommending it for other groups, including baby boys and high-risk heterosexual men.
[snip]
Previous research has suggested circumcision doesn't make a difference when anal sex is involved. The latest study, by CDC researchers, looked at nearly 4,900 men who had anal sex with an HIV-infected partner and found the infection rate, about 3.5 percent, was approximately the same whether the men were circumcised or not.
Government recommendations on circumcision are still being written and may not be final until next year, following public comment. CDC doctors and many experts believe there is a good argument for recommending that baby boys and heterosexual men at a higher risk for HIV be circumcised.
The definition of "high risk" is still being discussed, said Kilmarx, chief of the epidemiology branch in the CDC's HIV division.
I sincerely hope the CDC does not mean that they are going to start recommending circumcision for babies in the United States, despite it being CLEAR that the US epidemic is not being driven by heterosexual transmission. Ughhhhhh!
IKEA Will Not Honor My WarrantyBy on August 25, 2009 2:46 PM | No Comments
Per my open letter post a few days ago, IKEA emailed me today to let me know that they will not honor my warranty without my reciept:
Dear Mr. Hoppe,We have reviewed your letter, your blog and your photos of the current state of your sofa and your credit card statement.
We are happy and willing to discuss repairs of your sofa with you if you can provide us with even a copy of your original sales receipt. We do not electronically or physically archive every purchase that our customers make in our stores.
We have attached a copy of our Limited Warranty and the specifics of conditions and the requirement of the sales receipt to maintain the validity of the warranty. This is a copy of our warranty of pages 366 and 367 of our catalog.
IKEA stands behind its products and its Limited Warranty. Please do not hesitate to contact us again should you come across your original sales receipt.
All the best,
IKEA Canton Customer Service
Thanks, IKEA, for screwing me over. As I said before, I vow to never shop there again. Period.
Sigh. I need a new couch and have no money. Any ideas?
"Do You Ever Fantasize About Topping a Top?"By on August 24, 2009 5:06 AM | 4 Comments
It's time for another installment of "The View From the Bottom"! For this episode, I invited my friend Maxime to join me for an episode of French vs. American bottom-goodness. We dish about topping tops, whether dating men not into anal sex would be a deal-breaker, and romantic tropes in gay culture. And yes those are watermelons. We made very tasty cocktails from them. Enjoy his accent!
Sadness When I Expected Anger: On Public Health and Gay MenBy on August 23, 2009 6:19 PM | 8 Comments
I was shocked last weekend in Chicago at the LGBTI Health Summit when I began to cry in the middle of a workshop. It was my fourth session of the summit, and I was feeling a bit worn thin from the weekend's intensity. Nevertheless, I did not anticipate the power of the emotions I felt as I described my anger and intensity over Public Health's treatment of gay men's sexualities.
The workshop was titled, "Destroying Public Health: for the Good of LGBT Health: Critique. Alternatives. Discussion," and was a collaboration between myself and Bill Jesdale. He was going to do a piece on risk, and I was going to do an analytic-polemic piece on the need to destroy Public Health. I had given a similar presentation before at an academic conference (audio; slides), then-titled "Resisting Public Health." But I felt the need to rev things up a bit, so I opted for a more loaded verb.
No more than an hour before the workshop was to begin, I was fiddling with my Powerpoint slides. There was something missing. I had the analysis down, but there wasn't the personal-emotional component that I knew was key to the argument I was making here. I wanted to make first a structural critique about the field of Public Health's epistemological reliance on Psychology and Epidemiology -- and the kind of knowledge that these fields were most apt to produce -- and I also wanted to make a structural critique about the field's normative grounding assumptions about sex, desire, and risk. But what was missing was the personal piece about how these structures made me feel as a gay man. What was the impact on my life?
So I typed away, working up a slide that I knew was polemical, but that was coming from a real place of hurt and anger. I wanted to own that anger, to share it publicly in a way that I had not done before. I didn't realize then how painful and upsetting it would be to actual talk about these feelings. Here's the slide in question (click to embiggen):
You can see what I mean by polemical. In any case, no sooner than I started describing the ways in which Public Health scholarship on crystal-meth addicted, HIV-infecting, depression-ridden gay men made me feel, tears started running down my face. I could barely go on speaking. I had never cried like this in public before -- the only time I had come close was when I delivered a memorial speech for Eric Rofes some years ago. But this was even more intense.
I expected to feel anger, but I was struck by how overwhelmed I was by my sadness. Sadness over knowing that it was gay male scholars much of the time who were producing the research and interventions that made me feel so dirty and shameful. Sadness that my gay brothers -- my friends, lovers, and fuck buddies -- were being painted as uncaring and untrustworthy monsters. Sadness over how much damage Public Health had done to gay men's sexual cultures in the name of promoting health. Sadness over not being able to ask Eric what to do or what he meant when he said that Public Health was a "colonizing" force in gay men's lives.
I still cannot get over the intensity of the emotions I felt in that moment. I took me at least 45 minutes to stop crying. I did not know the level of hurt that was living within me, slowly building over the years, waiting for a moment like this to reveal itself.
If anything, my painful experience of presenting this material reminds me just how much I need to continue aiming my critique at Public Health. I want to take the lens away from Gay Men, and point it back in the face of Public Health. To reveal the ways it is structured around homophobic, heternormative, and anti-sex assumptions about what is "good" and what is "bad."
My life is now, more than ever, committed to destroying Public Health.
IKEA: Honor My Warranty!By on August 23, 2009 5:00 PM | No Comments
Dear IKEA,
Two years ago I bought a beautiful, very modern looking Karlstad loveseat from my local IKEA. It was perfect for my small living room -- with a nice shade of green that complimented a painting a friend had done for me. I was thrilled. That is, until this month when things started to go awry.
I first noticed something was amiss when the base of the frame began to warp upwards, with dozens of tacks forbiddingly sticking out. It looked rather ghastly, but the couch continued to function well enough. And then one a random afternoon, I plopped down on the couch to watch some TV, and the left side collapsed to the floor. Wham! I was suddenly a few inches closer to the ground. A few days later, the same thing happened to the other side, resulting in this unpleasant site:

I was very much saddened. But I recalled that they claimed to have 10 year warranty on this product -- as documented on your company's website:
KARLSTAD 10 year warrantyWhat is covered?
This limited warranty covers defects in material and workmanship in the following components: frame, base, linen/supporting fabrics, legs, fittings, armrests, filling, bed mechanism and PIXBO HAVET mattress. This warranty applies to domestic use only.What is not covered?
This limited warranty does not apply to the KARLSTAD comfort cushions that are sold separately. Click General Conditions below for more details.How long does the coverage last?
The limited warranty is valid for 10 years from the purchase date by the original purchaser.
Great. It looks like I should be covered, right? The frame had essentially collapsed. I was the original purchaser, and it had been only two years since the couch was purchased. This should be the end of the story, but unfortunately it continues.
I went to the IKEA here in Michigan with the credit card statement in hand. It shows very clearly the charge for the couch and for the home delivery:
So I arrive at IKEA, wait 20 minutes in line to talk to a person, and they inform me that my warranty is void without the original sales receipt. But wait: My furniture was delivered -- AND I believe special ordered -- surely there must be SOME record? But no, she tells me, there is no record. And without such a record, I'm out of luck.
IKEA: This is unacceptable. Your company has a record somewhere of this transaction. That much is clear. Companies keep records. Its just what they do. So to tell me that there is no record is obviously disingenuous at best, an outright lie at worst.
Make things right, IKEA. Fix or replace my couch. It's the right thing to do. I want to continue my business there -- which has included shelling out thousands of dollars on furniture and home goods over the years -- but I cannot return without a sour taste in my mouth. Don't say you have a 10 year warranty if you intend to swindle your customers out of honoring it. Because that's what this feels like, even if its not your company's intention. So until you make this matter right, I intend to:
1) Keep this open letter posted on my blog. I will happily delete this entry as soon as the matter is rectified.
2) Not shop at IKEA. I'll go to Target for glasses. ArtVan for furniture. Hell, maybe even Wal-Mart from time to time. I love IKEA, but I can't in good conscious return. In my mind, they owe me a couch.
3) Tell my story to whoever will hear me. I'm not encouraging a boycott. I'm just sharing an experience of salty, impersonal customer service.
So please, I beg of you: Make this right. I'm not asking much. I'm not asking to be treated "special." I'm just asking for your company to honor its promise when this product was purchased.
Thanks very much for your time and consideration.
Sincerely,
Trevor Hoppe
Risky BusinessBy on August 19, 2009 3:23 PM | 4 Comments
I'm enjoying the free wifi and replica designer furniture at the Centre on Halsted, marvelling at this amazing space, and the contradictions of American culture.
On my way here, I passed a huge billboard on N Halsted, warning that hotdogs kill. Cancer, you see. The message: not eating in moderation, but total hotdog abstinence.
I'd just had breakfast, which like almost every other meal I've had here, came with a huge, unbidden helping of fried potato. The enormity of the normal serving size here is deadly -- through diabetes and heart disease -- but exception was being made of a single food.
Instead of saying "eat less, mostly vegetables", there's a billboard for a single illness targeting a single food. Somewhere else, a diabetes agency has no doubt done a billboard about corn syrup (rather than declining bottomless refills).
I've been here five days and I'm already feeling swamped by a myriad of health messages. Almost invariably they are phrased as Don't Do X. None have sought to communicate skills and ideas for managing the complexities of your own health.
On Monday night I came to the Centre on Halsted for a forum about barebacking, called Risky Business, moderated by Fausto Fernos and Mark Felion from Feast of Fun - the top gay podcast on iTunes! - featuring Tony Valenzuela, Rev Musafa Ali and Dr Braden Berkey.
And something similar was happening. Rather than talk about pleasure, unsafe sex without the label, or the complexities of sexual negotiation in a mixed poz/neg sexual world, co-presenters Fausto and Mark sought a consensus: Don't Do Bareback.
The audience rebelled. Keith Green, someone I've long admired for his contributions to Lifelube and the Gay Men's Health Summit online community, challenged the panel: the subtitle for the event is "reclaiming pleasure" - why can't we talk about that?
Earlier this year, I helped organise a community forum at Sircuit Bar in Melbourne, Australia, called Ifs and Butts -- the Raw Truth about Bareback Porn. We had Chi Chi La Rue and Keith Webb from TitanMedia, but nobody speaking FOR bareback porn. Our audience members challenged us on that: this is not a real debate, they said, because there's nobody speaking for the other side.
That was for two reasons. First, I was told by their handler, Chi Chi and Keith would no longer sit on a panel with a bareback porn producer. The debates in America had become too toxic and they just weren't up for it anymore. Second, I could not have found anyone in Melbourne willing to take that position -- it would have been credibility suicide.
In this light, Tony Valenzuela is a huge asset to HIV prevention and gay men's health in America. He has come under intense personal attack as a socially distributed punishment for saying that he practiced and valued safe, unprotected sex.
Like so many other gay men. But, as Fausto would read out from his script, Tony "confessed" to it, and so became the flashpoint for a firestorm of judgment and controversy.
It is really important to permit that conversation, not treat it as a religious war. At the Summit, I was really impressed by the gentle, respectful treatment of a dissenter in a workshop about radical sexuality who criticised 'promiscuity' in quite sharp language.
"That was the queerest thing I've heard all weekend", said @4Lark, complimenting that participant on speaking out across the grain. Unfortunately, the same respect has not been extended to Tony Valenzuela in the post-forum discussion.
This stuff needs talking about. The rush to proclaim a consensus against it does damage. Peter Keogh cited work undertaken by Sigma Research in the United Kingdom, asking HIV-poz men who had unprotected sex with negative or unknown status partners what they thought about 'serosorting' (having bareback sex only with known same-status men).
And they'd reply "Oh God no, I would never serosort, that's so disgraceful", because the gay papers and commentators had heaped so much shame and scorn on people who serosort, stigmatising them as barebackers and blaming them for the HIV epidemic.
Yet among those poz guys, serosorting -- choosing other poz guys for unprotected sex -- is EXACTLY what we'd prefer they did.
It's one thing to criticise a practice. It's fine to discourage unsafe sex. But when this crosses over into attacking the person speaking up about the complexity of an issue, the personal cost becomes too high, and it does harm to our community.
Tony Valenzuela has been vilified for too long. It's time to back off and let him be. People are seeing it happen and leaving the LGBTI Health Movement because of it.
And you really won't like what messages and strategies start coming at you when that process is complete and there's no longer any space for conscience or dissent.
I got a very snippy response to my criticism of the way Feast of Fun conceived their role as facilitators. ("Pushing a barrow" means "pushing an agenda".) I have some longstanding concerns about our reliance on the media and entertainers to communicate about complex issues like HIV and sexuality, and for me this experience only confirms those misgivings.
But I'd like to suggest another way they could have approached the task of facilitating the forum: less like Judge Judy ("our court, our rules") and more like trustees, responsible and accountable for nurturing that conversation for the sake of our community.
There are signs of hope -- the next forum will pick up that question, asked by the audience, about how we can reclaim pleasure. (Hopefully including the pleasure of fucking, from the puritanism of risk-obsessed public health.) There's bottom-up programming, right there, and I'll be sure to tune into the podcast and see how it goes.
"Is Trevor Hoppe Gay?"By on August 19, 2009 12:53 PM | 1 Comment
So I was doing my monthly Google search of myself (you know, for scientific purposes of course), when I stumbled upon this answer to a user's question on ChaCha (you text them questions, they text answers back -- its totally amazing when you're sans-iPhone):

Before you chuckle, do remember that there are precisely two Trevor Hoppe's out there. Myself, of course -- but also a basketball coach in California!!!!! I pray that the person seeking that answer was referring to him, and not me. Amazing!
Note, also, the categorization under "Celebrities." Hahahahaha. Oh ChaCha! How you bring me such narcissistic joy.
LGBTI Health Summit Festivities!By on August 17, 2009 1:10 AM | 1 Comment

I'm blogging live from Chicago from the 2009 LGBTI Health Summit, which has been a whilrwind of a weekend packed full of gay goodness. I've done two workshops so far -- one on The Bottom Monologues, another on my bottom study -- and tomorrow I have two more -- one on reading research critically, and the other called "Destroying Public Health." Phew! Exhausticating.
Tonight, however, I was thrilled to take time away from the "official" summit and host a lovely pizza party in my hotel room with 40-50 lovely activists, scholars, and otherwise delicious queers. I've been sharing a room with the Aussie, Daniel Reeders -- who you occasionally see here blogging -- and spending as much time as possible with amazing activist friends like Chris Bartlett of Philadelphia, Tony Valenzuela from LA (who also recently blogged here), Rochesterian Erik Libey (my "Bottom Monologues" co-coordinator), and dozens of other amazing queer men. The amazing, tremendous, and simply astounding Amber Hollibaugh is here -- and she never ceases to amaze or say exactly what is needed at exactly the right time. How she does it, I'll never know. She's recently made the move from NYC to Chicago, actually, and is working for Howard Brown Health Center -- which I was unaware of until this weekend. If you don't know who she is, look her up, read her book, and set up a shrine ASAP. And of course a huge shout out to T. Scott Pegues, Luis Guerra, Stewart Landers, Bruce Maeder, Justin Varney, Sister Glo, Todd Hull, Lark Ballenger (who I'm still waiting to call me out), Larry Bragg, and all you other queens who made the trek to Chicago!
One of the summit's lead organizers, powerhouse Jim Pickett, stopped by my party this evening and snapped some photos that were quickly uploaded to Flickr. You can catch the whole reel of his LGBTI Health Summit set here (tonight's party starts on the second page), but I picked some highlights:

Seth and Chris Bartlett, molesting an innocent bear

Gerard + the lovely Justin Varney here from the UK
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Luis 2, Stewart, and the ever-handsome Luis 1

Chris enjoying a thick slice of Chicago-style pizza. Yum. Apparently Luis supports this.
By on August 15, 2009 11:56 AM | 2 Comments
I'd like to take a moment to talk about race (=racist) jokes because I told an inappropriate one the other day. What happened was, I was walking down the street with a new friend of mine and it began to drizzle. I repeated a joke that I saw on Family Guy a long time ago - it involves a weatherman who embodies a stereotype of militant Blackness and gives the forecast, "It's gon' rain." Offended, my friend told me not to repeat these kinds of "jokes" in front of him again. Mortified that my careless remark hurt my friend's feelings (and made me look like an ass), I tried to interrogate why I thought the racist line from Family Guy was funny in the first place.
Racism is hard to think about, especially when I personally am the perpetrator. It is difficult for me to confront the idea that my words can, in however small a way, contribute to racial oppression. It is deeply uncomfortable for me to think of myself as being capable of marginalizing someone else. That's a heavy, squeamish concept to have resting on my heart. Of course, this discomfort pales in comparison to the suffering of people who are the recipients of racial oppression.
The reason I thought it was okay to repeat the joke, I think, is because I tend to assume my social interactions are basically free of the racism prevalent elsewhere. What I mean is, I assume that my friends and I are on some level "post-race," giving me license to joke about the issue. This way of thinking is insensitive to the actual experiences of my friends who are racially oppressed.
Another thing is, I felt comfortable saying the joke because it's a "mild" form of racism. The fact that it wasn't overtly malicious made it seem more okay. Our society is "actually" "post-race," so it's okay for me to make flip comments without considering my words more carefully. Later, I realized that the joke is not innocent nor free of prejudice. That making fun of the anger many Black people feel as a result of being racially oppressed makes it seem like that anger isn't legitimate.
Family Guy is a TV show that makes it its business to parody everything. I haven't watched it in a long time but I remember race, rape, gay, and pedophile jokes all being on the table. There's something exciting about how the show crosses accepted boundaries of decorum. But at the same time, these kinds of jokes are often hurtful when used in everyday conversation. Duh. I've felt this way about rape and gay jokes for a long time - particularly when they're coming from someone who hasn't experienced these things.
I don't know why it took me until now to think about race in a similar way. So my new rule of thumb is this: not to make fun of something unless I've embodied it myself. I'll stick to the identity categories I know, which include but are not limited to being a homo, being a slutty homo, and being into daddies.
Thinking about racist jokes has made something else clear to me that I've known intuitively for a long time: as a White gay man who grew up in the 90s, Blackness, Black culture, and Black friends have been vitally important to me and my ability to cope with oppression as a sexual minority. I'm not saying that being marginalized sexually is the same thing as being marginalized racially. It's not. But I have drawn and continue to draw an enormous strength from Black artists in popular culture, particularly female ones.
When I was in middle school, I was part of a very particular cultural moment in the 90s that gave rise to an unprecedented number of very popular Black musicians. Listening to Destiny's Child's "So Good," Lauryn Hill's "Doo Wop (That Thing)," or TLC's "Waterfalls," made me feel a certain way that I didn't feel listening to other kinds of music. I perceived not only these women's words but also the way in which they sang them as assertive, unashamed, and strong. What I was hearing was "the great muscle of the unconstricted throat," as Adrienne Rich calls it, that gets exercised when a person has to draw on inner resources to transcend durable social prejudices. I needed that muscle too.
On the one hand, it is a huge problem that White people like me who grew up in the suburbs have commodified Black music. We listen to Black artists sing about their experiences of oppression and step out of our middle class bubbles for a moment so that we can feel something. But that empathy is too often false because it's temporary: when the song is over, we step right back in the bubble. On the other hand, Black women have given me an incredible gift. Implicitly, they told me not to pay too much attention to the constant messaging I receive in my world making me feel inferior for having strange sexual desires.
I still feel this way, of course. That's why I've been playing "So Good" on repeat while writing this blog post in my underwear for the last hour. Time to get a new song before the neighbors complain.
The LGBTI Health Summit is HERE!By on August 13, 2009 11:55 PM | No Comments

Finally! After months of anticipation, the LGBTI Health Summit is finally upon us. Tomorrow I'll be making the long drive from Charlotte, North Carolina to Chicago for a weekend of workshops and fun! I would LOVE to see you there! I'm particularly nervous / excited about debuting a monologue I've been working on for "The Bottom Monologues." We aren't premiering the show -- but instead having an interactive workshop where we'll show off two pieces in progress, get feedback, and test some ideas. As a special treat, after the jump you can find a sneak peak of the monologue I've been working on!!!
In the meantime, here's the 411 on the various workshops I'm collaborating on:
Saturday, 2:45 PM - 4:15 PM: "The Fine Arts of Queer Men's Health"
Co-Presenters: Erik Libey, Ted Kerr
This highly interactive workshop will explore the role that the creative arts can play in promoting queer men's health by highlighting two such projects. First, the artist-in-residence program at HIV Edmonton uses an innovative visual arts program that is sex-positive and harm reduction based. Second, "The Bottom Monologues" is a work-in-progress theatrical play that will use the art of storytelling to explore bottomhood in gay/bi/trans/queer men. Join us for this session which will provide a deeper look into both projects and will be rich in dialogue about how we can use queer men's creativity to build community and promote health in an affirming and holistic way.
Sunday, 1:00 PM - 2:30 PM: "Gay Men's Sexual Health: Adventures into New Cutting-edge Research"
Co-Presenter: Jason Mitchell
Many methodological approaches have been used to better understand sexual health among gay men. However, very few studies and therefore, prevention- type programs have investigated the sociological or interpersonal factors of gay men and how this may relate to their sexual health and well-being. This workshop will unveil findings from two new cutting-edge studies ("Meanings Behind Being a Bottom" and "The Boyfriend Study") and how these findings may be used in future programming for gay men, including gay couples.
Monday, 1:00 - 2:30 PM: "P-Values, Regressions, and Correlations, Oh My!: How to Read, Interpret, and Critique Scientific Research on LGBT Populations"
Co-Presenter: Jason Mitchell
Our newspapers are filled with new reports on scientific studies that claim to have discovered something new about LGBT health. Gay men and MRSA. Lesbians and breast cancer. LGBT teenagers and suicide. But rarely do newspapers critically interrogate the research. In this "how to" workshop, two Gay Men's Health scholars will present first an overview of typical research methods, as well as a glossary of the often confusing terms used to report new findings. Participants will then split up into small groups to analyze and critique some recent LGBT health journal articles.
Monday, 4:30 - 6:00 PM: "Destroying Public Health for the Good of LGBT Health: Critique. Alternatives. Discussion."
Co-Presenter: Bill Jesdale
We desperately need a radical restructuring of Public Health. In this workshop, we will briefly present a critique of Public Health and methods for resistance, leaving the bulk of the time to facilitate a discussion on the pain inflicted on LGBT people by Public Health and how we might envision its reshaping. Various viewpoints are welcome, but we will begin with one key assumption: Public Health as we know it needs to go. Now.
Hope you can make it! Oh, and jump on over for the preview of my bottom monologue!
Continue reading The LGBTI Health Summit is HERE!. Needles Jones performs in PhiladelphiaBy on August 11, 2009 4:03 PM | No Comments
Last night I went to a benefit show for Philadelphia's independently-owned queer bookstore Giovanni's Room, which was raising money for a new brick wall. Among the many performing artists was Needles Jones, a profane 65-year-old politically radical drag queen whose music can best be described as a cross between Ann Arbor-based Charlie Slick and Peaches. Here's a clip for your viewing pleasure.
Men Who Bareback Should Be Made Partners in Health Promotion, Not BanishedBy on August 10, 2009 4:18 PM | 7 Comments
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(This image illustrates some of the backlash towards IML's new policy. Far as I know, only bareback porn is banned from IML's leather marketplace)
The tone of the online debate has been, well, impolite following the announcement by International Mr. Leather to ban the promotion and distribution of bareback porn at the weekend event's leather marketplace.
"Fascists. No wonder they like uniforms," wrote a man identified as Liam Cole reacting to the ban on Treasure Island Media's blog "You're just a bunch of sick people who need help," countered an anonymous poster on the same blog.
On August 17th at 6 pm at the Center on Halsted in Chicago, I will be sitting on a panel called "Risky Business? Reclaiming Pleasure," to discuss what effect bareback porn has on men's desires, fantasies and behaviors. The forum is not about IML's ban but will throw a wider net on the discussion of porn, sex without condoms and desire.
As a guest on Trevor's blog, I'd like to focus here on the IML ban that, once again, brought into focus the raw feelings that surface when gay men talk about raw sex. I should state my opinion up front: I disagree with IML's decision, don't believe it will affect behavior, and fear it will further marginalize a group of high risk men who need to be brought under the tent of community wellness, not banished.
"I never thought I'd see the day that IML is used as a vehicle for censorship," said one anonymous source at the Chicago Free Press website. "I don't like being treated like a child at an adult event." Disputing this charge was Colin at Gay Men's Social Crisis blog (GMSC) who said, "I have a hard time with this [censorship] argument. I find bareback porn in direct conflict with health education, even if it does present what can and should be recognized as a fantasy scenario."
Maybe the better question isn't whether or not IML's new policy is censorship - it is by definition - but whether censoring bareback porn from the IML marketplace, however offensively this may strike some of us, is worth the presumed outcome of "social responsibility" and health?
This is where the ban on bareback porn starts to appear arbitrary. On GMSC Colin observed, "I do love how bareback media is banned, and yet Mr. Renslow has made no mention of the bestiality porn that was quite prevalently displayed this year." Porn fetishizing shit was also available in the marketplace, according to online commentators who attended this year. If sexual ethics and health are what's at stake, then why ban barebacking but not bestiality or scat? At The Moby Files a man identified as J.P. added, "Perhaps IML should stop courting the alcohol company sponsorships and ad revenue if they were truly serious about setting a tone of responsibility for the community."
These arguments about the "gateways" to HIV infection (be they substances or images) are, it should be noted, of the same class of argument used largely by evangelical Christians and Republicans in their attempts to criminalize pornography, to censor sex and violence from TV and video games, and to shut down commercial adult establishments such as strip clubs and bathhouses. The business of protecting you from your untrustworthy self has historically been the province of the right wing.
Is viewing bareback porn a greater risk for HIV transmission than attending establishments and events (such as sex clubs or IML) where it is readily available? That's unlikely. There's a better chance of getting drunk by going to a bar than by watching National Lampoon's Animal House. But aren't these the wrong questions to be asking when we're talking about the purview of consenting adults? Deciding what is "advocating" versus "personal choice" at an event that celebrates sexual fetish is an exercise in tortured logic. Leave it to consenting adults to decide, no?
Interestingly, the question of whether or not we're even talking about adults is a major point of contention. "Imagine being a 23 year old kid and walking into that scene," said a man identified as Keith on Manhunt's blog. "You are being told that bareback is hot, bareback is masculine and bareback is acceptable. Is that the message we want to send?"
Chuck Renslow repeated this sentiment when he told me in an interview that a primary reason for IML's bareback porn ban was to protect leather newbies who might be uninformed about the continued dangers of HIV and misconstrue the display and sale of bareback porn at the marketplace as a sign that safer sex is no longer necessary. "If I can prevent even one HIV infection," he said.
To this, Paul Morris of Treasure Island Media e-mailed me: "Well, how will he keep the uninformed from walking around the hotel, where raw fucking and drug use are everywhere? The goings-on in the hotel exceed the imaginings of the sleaziest bareback porn producer (which would be me). So if he's serious about saving the innocent young'uns, Chuck would have to shut the whole operation down."
The "protect the youth" argument is a strange one to be having about an indisputably adult event and ironic considering this is the argument used repeatedly to whip up fear against LGBT people in our battles for civil rights. The right wing is, at least, actually talking about youth when, in an anti-gay marriage commercial, it casts an 8 year old girl telling her mommy she learned in school she can one day grow up to marry a princess. At the IML marketplace, not even 18 year olds can enter: 21 is the age limit.
Treating twentysomethings like children does not support them, it alienates them. Twentysomethings, like the rest of us, do not want decisions made for them. And like the rest of us, when it comes to health what they want is reliable information and the freedom to use that information by their own free will, even if we disagree with their choices. This has not changed since I was a twentysomething in the mid-90's and older activists at the time claimed the reason my generation was taking risks was because we didn't see all our friends die, the same reason given now about the latest batch of twentysomethings. If seeing our friends die is the only barometer by which you believe health promotion can be effective, you need to quietly retire yourself from this conversation.
The top reason cited for IML's bareback porn ban, stated in the letter sent to vendors, is that the CDC and local health officials informed Mr. Renslow that new HIV infections are on the rise. In graduate school I put together a list of newspaper headlines from the early 90's through the present (then 2004) that announced "alarming increases" in HIV infections among gay men. Every year, several times a year, the same headline. We should have all been infected by now.
This has never been new information. There are always populations of gay/bi men somewhere in the U.S. where infections go up (like young gay/bi African American men in Baltimore), while they go down in others (like older gay white men in San Francisco). HIV statistics are cited so frequently and confusingly and have been used so often to manipulate our fear and guilt that many gay men hear them like Bush era terror alerts.
I am not saying this to diminish the genuine concern of new infections. The best research I've read does indeed point to increases in infection rates especially among young gay men of color. What I question is the wisdom of banning, marginalizing and demonizing that our community practices when public health issues its press releases.
This, to me, is the saddest aspect of IML's decision to ban bareback porn, a decision that followed similar bans at Folsom, Dorey Alley and likely other venues I've not heard about. We know bans don't affect behavior but we ban anyway, perpetuating secrecy, lying and shame among gay men.
"What about our porn?" an HIV positive friend of mine said the other day when we were discussing IML's new policy. He was acknowledging the fact that bareback porn is largely (though not entirely) porn made by HIV positive men. Is it responsible to censor the sexuality of poz men in the interest of HIV negative men? Not if you respect HIV positive men, it's not.
I don't doubt that Chuck Renslow is "my people." He's a legend in the leather community, has owned bathhouses, sex clubs, fetish bars and has spent the majority of his life as an unabashed defender of the sexual subcultures that many gay men identify with more strongly than the mainstream LGBT movements that keep them at arms length. What I'm afraid Mr. Renslow doesn't realize is that his people have evolved, and that sophisticated understandings of safer sex without condoms (i.e. serosorting, strategic positioning) are widely practiced by gay men everywhere, and especially by those who attend IML.
Perhaps it's time that the leather community incorporate men who bareback into its credo of "safe, sane and consensual." Without these men as partners in health promotion, one of the community's most marginalized populations becomes disenfranchised from wellness altogether. This is neither safe nor sane.
By on August 8, 2009 4:22 PM | No Comments

By on August 6, 2009 4:42 PM | 6 Comments

I started feeling like crap on Saturday. The boys and I had just arrived home from the Russian River, where we spent the weekend with the bears for the annual "Lazy Bear" festivities. As soon as my friend dropped me off at my friend's house, I started to feel vaguely chilly and achy -- the kind of feeling you get when a bad cold or flu is just around the corner. I didn't think too much of it: All my friends had been sick the past week with strep throat that they kept passing around. Perhaps my turn was up. So after an episode of the Golden Girls, I passed out.
I'm not sure what time I woke up, but I immediately knew something was up. I felt feverish, with chills all over my body, and my muscles felt sore and stiff. I knew I had to get up and take some Ibuprofen to help check the fever, but getting out of my warm bed to venture into the chilly house seemed a challenge. After some procrastination, I managed the trek to the bathroom and downed some pills. And then back to sleep. When I woke up again in the afternoon I knew something was definitely the matter. I spent the day feeling terribly fatigued, feverish, and generally pretty gross.
My mind began to reel: What ailed my body? My friends had been sick with strep -- and this was definitely not strep. No sore throat. Perhaps the flu? Not likely -- I didn't have any nasal congestion of chest-cold symptoms. In the back of my mind, I knew that the last two times I had gay male friends who were struggling with flu-like symptoms in the summer months wasn't because of an unseasonable flu infection -- it was their seroconversion sickness. Essentially, it was their body sending them a memo that something was very wrong.
I began texting my friend who does HIV testing in the city, freaking out about how I needed him to bring an HIV test over immediately because I was sick and having seroconversion anxiety. He was in the East Bay, but luckily said he would try to bring one over a bit later. I tried to focus on the Golden Girls in the interim, but mostly spent my time recalling the past three months of my sexual life, detailing all the possible moments where HIV might have found its way into my body. The more time I spent crunching the possibilities, the more red flags I remembered / imagined.
Remembering -- of course -- is a process fraught with imagination, and in times like these our imaginations runs wild. Usually I reconstruct hookups' faces into some frail-like memory, focusing on a zit that could have been a sore, or a skinny waistline that at the time I thought was the result of cardio, but perhaps was a sign of a disease-ravaged body. This time, however, I was mostly focused on a passionate but short-lived affair I had with a wonderful guy I found out later had a long expired work visa and was living the US without government sanction. "His access to health care was probably zilch," I worriedly rambled to my friend who arrived with the test. "Did he get tested anytime in the last year?" I kept thinking about our sexual encounters -- mostly about how we didn't use condoms.
What I was feeling wasn't regret, per se. To say that I regret our having sex without condoms would perhaps be to indicate that I expect to act differently in the future under similar conditions. Don't get me wrong: I have sex with condoms most of the time. But it's of course the "most" in that sentence that is most operative. What separates who falls in the percentile of scrutiny is a mushy calculus that I won't attempt to describe as rational or even reasonable. To say that there is some formula that we might apply to decide such matters is of course downright silly. There are a dozen kinds of reasons Public Health research might demonstrate in action for some set of guys or another, but they're not ubiquitous nor are they likely to stay static for one guy.
You might be thinking here that I've written all of this before. And you'd be exactly right. And this is where I get so frustrated with myself -- because this anxiety is like goddamn clockwork. Is this what it's like to be a sexually active, HIV-negative gay man? A three-to-six month cycle of negative tests and a hodgepodge of sexual encounters, followed up with a fresh batch of Paxil-deserving anxiety while painstakingly reconstructing every possible "mistake" you made since you last tested negative?
It seems to me that there are two possible ways to get out of this unhappy cycle. One -- testing positive -- is obvious. The other, I guess, is to be the perfect Public Health princess and manage to reduce your risk of contracting HIV to absolute zero. I shouldn't be so flip; this actually is feasible for many HIV-negative gay men and I know many guys who do in fact use a condom every time. I applaud their commitment! But -- for probably hundreds or maybe even thousands of reasons -- this goal has eluded some of us. Some wish they could achieve it, but for whatever reason find it difficult or impossible to do so. Others never shared this goal at all, and instead prioritize pleasure over risk (and I mean that in the most literal, non-judgmental of ways).
I guess I'm just frustrated to find that in the five years since I wrote a piece strikingly similar to the one you're reading, I still find myself in the same cycle of fear. Perhaps this is just the cost of being promiscuous in the face of a sexually transmitted disease. Perhaps it is just a reality of this thing we call risk. But I can't help but think that I have no similar anxiety about getting in my car to drive home at 2:00 AM, despite the fact that I'm taking a risk that I will be injured or perhaps even die in a car crash. I don't think I'm naive about the risks of driving at night, just like I don't think I'm reckless when it comes to HIV. All I know that of all the many risks I'm bound to incur in my life (driving, jaywalking, checking my luggage on a domestic airline, etc), only one seems to sit so close to home at the intersection of identity, health, and sexuality. And that is one messy fucking intersection.
Saturday I spent a lot of time thinking about what I would do if I tested positive. Who would I tell? Would I blog about it? I felt frustrated not by the immediate reality of the health of my body, but rather by the possibility of having to disclose that seropositivity to potential sexual partners in the not-so-Poz-friendly state of Michigan. Or better yet, of being branded HIV-positive and how that might inflect / affect my future identity, research, activism, or employment.
After another negative test, I find myself back at square one. What I want is a sexuality without this kind of maddening, cyclic anxiety. A way to live my life, have great sex, and quit spending days or even weeks freaking out about seroconverting. Perhaps that's too much to ask.
"When you have bi-curious sex, are you a top, a bottom, or a vers?"By on August 6, 2009 3:34 PM | No Comments

It's time for another installment of The View from the Bottom, the vlog about gay male health and sexuality as told from the perspective of two bottomless bottoms.
This week, Scott departs from the vlog's usual focus on gay men to explore female bi-curiosity with his bi-curious friend Audra. Topics under discussion include whether or not all bi-curious people are awkward/sluts, bi-curious sexual roles, being a "goldstar" lesbian, and Rita Hayworth.
Shapshot: my new buildingBy on August 6, 2009 3:19 PM | 2 Comments
I moved to Philadelphia a few days ago to start grad school and I am completely, totally in love with the gayborhood where my apartment is located. Here's a picture of my building (on the left).

By on August 5, 2009 10:17 PM | 1 Comment
Oy what a day! I've been feeling really under the weather for a few days now, so I woke up early today to take my sick ass to an Urgent Care center here in San Francisco. Thank God for having health care! They did all kinds of tests. Won't know anything for a few days when the labs come through. Sigh.
I came home and passed out, but woke up to have my friend Mitchel pick me up to meet Jackson for another run at the Barney's Warehouse sale! Whereas last time the deals were sparse, today the sales were much more in our favor. I splurged on these AMAZING Creative Recreation hi-tops:

They're shiny and super gay gay gay! God bless these shoes. The best part: the $68 price tag (from $210). I can't wait to show them off! I also picked up a super sleek and sexy Raf Simons blazer that was on sale from one THOUSAND gay dollars to $200. It's very sexy, and fits brilliantly. I wasn't familiar with Raf, but his designs are pretty effing amazing. Check out some of these gay designs from last year's Autumn-Winter collection. Jeebus!
Anyhow. Now I'm home in bed. Let's hope I get better ASAP! I'm in San Francisco and this weekend is the American Sociological Association meeting for pete's sake! I will get better. I will! I WILL! Wish me luck! :)
GaGa on Gays: "Cause I love them so much. Cause they don't ask me questions like that. Cause they love sexaul, strong women who speak their mind."By on August 2, 2009 8:21 PM | No Comments
She's just a rockstar.
Lazy Bear, 2009!By on August 2, 2009 7:43 PM | No Comments
Yesterday, Jackson, Mitchel, and I made the 90 minute drive up north to Guerneville for Lazy Bear Weekend -- which is exactly as it sounds. Lots of bears (and their admirers), laying around in the sun, boozing and generally having a blast. The weather was absolutely gorgeous, and simply being able to escape the fog that's been plaguing San Francisco for weeks now was a *huge* relief. Our day started off a bit slow, but quickly picked up as we met new friends and adopted a few twinks along the way.
I thought I'd upload a few choice photos of the fun, though sadly I realized when I got home that I had somehow managed to take photos of only a small handful of real live bears. Oh well!
To start, here's the group of us all rubbing a very handsome Lebanese guy we picked up and molested for the last hour of our say. What a cutie! He came all the way from Kentucky to admire the bears!

And continuing the molestation, which was led by a very randy Mitchel:

After we started with the Russian River Resort's Pool Party, we moseyed on over to the Woods, which is a clothing-optional resort. RRR's party was "Not So Wild," while The Woods' was titled "Not So Mild." And indeed, there were naked bears abound, with the party culminating in a dozen guys bukkake'ing a drenched but ecstatic bear. Sadly, no photos were allowed, but I did manage to covertly snap this adorable pic of Jack and Mitchel swimming:

We continued the fun at the "Rock n' Roll" party at the Estate, which featured live bands and a large, grassy property that was riddled with bears basking in the sun! Fun!

Somewhere along the way, we picked up this adorable 21 year old named Brian, who we lovingly dubbed "The River Twink." We wound up feeling rather paternalistic for this fresh-faced bear-lover! But while some green-gilled gays become wallflowers at such events, Brian did his best to scrounge up a daddy-bear companion. We hope you found success, River Twink!

And finally, a cute shot of Jackson and me back at the Russian River Resort. Good times.
