Gina

Hi there, I'm Gina.

This blog serves many purposes for me -- sharing new writing & works in progress, keeping in touch with old friends, making new friends, and keeping an eye on what's happening on the interwebs. But mostly? It's where I blow off steam from graduate school and talk about which David Bowie song is the queerest. ;)

If you wanna know more about me, check out my website for info about the work that I do in the world.

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  • Pix of the Symbolic Post-Break-Up Haircut. This was definitely necessary.

    It was sort of The Best Haircut Experience Ever. My hairdresser was UH-MAY-ZING. I got him as a walk in off the street, so I feel especially blessed. I was walking around Cap Hill with Ivy, and we walked by Zero Zero, where I got a haircut last time I was in Seattle. I got a fine & affordable haircut the last time I was there, but nothing spectacular. And I was like “Dammit, I need a haircut ‘cause I’m getting shaggy, but I really especially need a post-break-up haircut.”

    I ended up seeing a guy named Craig. Who was extraordinarily gay, extraordinarily garrulous, and, perhaps most importantly, an old queer punk with a rural Washington farm boy past. He had a collage up over his work station proclaiming “LOU REED SAVED MY LIFE.” When I saw that, I was like “Okay. The Break-Up Hair Gods have put me in good hands.”

    He asked me what I wanted, and I said “I wanna go short but keep some of the length in the front. I just had a break-up, and this is the Symbolic Haircut — so feel free to be creative.” And of course he lit up.

    He told me like 17 times that I have “The PERFECT neckline!” I don’t even know what that means? But it was nice to hear it. The whole time he kept repeating “I love how you’re not scared to go short! I love how you’re not scared of the razor! You have the RIGHT IDEA, you just cut that break-up right outta your hair!” He repeated the phrase “Cut it right outta yr hair!” so much that I half-way expected him to start singing the “Wash That Man Right Outta Your Hair” song, you know?

    And then, he gave me $10 off the quoted price, turning a very reasonable salon haircut into a hella cheap salon haircut. I don’t know if I got the Break-Up Discount or the You Are Queer Discount or the I Got To Be Creative Discount. But it was a total delight.

    Also? Points to him for clearly reading me as queer and bonding with me over queer punk things, but NOT assuming gender or pronouns regarding my ex. I’d said “break-up,” but I hadn’t mentioned a name or gender. And he kept saying “he or she” or “she or he” or “they.” Like, when the fuck does THAT ever happen, right?!

    • 9 months ago
    • 5 notes
    • #Symbolic Post-Break-Up Haircut
    • #best haircut experience EVER
    • #lou reed
    • #a.
    • #the You Are Queer Discount
    • #faggots
    • #Bless you Craig!
    • #seattle
    5 Comments
  • I just texted Colin “This is totally like Twin Peaks, but with coffee instead of booze.”

    I am sitting at a cafe in Seattle that is baaaaasically the Seattle version of Twin Peaks (which is my favorite bar in San Francisco). But, like, with coffee instead of booze. And decorated by somebody’s slightly butch gay uncle instead of decorated by somebody’s slightly butch gay grandpa. There are lots of sweet old queer men & comfy chairs & tiny precious lamps everywhere. I’m a little bit in love.

    • 9 months ago
    • 3 notes
    • #Twin Peaks bar
    • #Cafe Ladro
    • #Seattle
    • #faggots
    • #gay uncle vs gay grandpa
    3 Comments
  • David Bowie’s “Sweet Thing,” LIVE, & then some really awesome footage of Bowie talking about his artistic process (including writing from cut-ups). This is both totally hot & totally fascinating to me.

    I dressed up like a glam rock groupie for the Folsom Eve Perverts Put Out last night, so it feels appropriate to be watching this over Folsom weekend. I’ve said this before, and I really do mean it: Glam rock is not unlike fetish for me. I think that I wear glitter the way some people wear leather or latex. I say that genuinely, earnestly, with a totally straight face. Watching old videos on youtube like this is not unlike porn for me. Everybody has their kinks. For a multitude of reasons — most of which have to do with some of my more complicated gender/genderqueer stuff — this is one of mine. (I may write about that more at some point; I also may not.)

    Also, geeking out for a minute: Apparently this is the only available footage of the Diamond Dogs tour floating around. It’s from a documentary called Cracked Actor that is all up on youtube. Also also, the “Sweet Thing/Candidate/Sweet Thing (Reprise)” song trilogy is probably my favorite thing Bowie has ever done of all time (“of all time!”). Thx, melissa.

    • 1 year ago
    • 5 notes
    • #Sweet Thing
    • #David Bowie
    • #bowie
    • #diamond dogs
    • #glam rock
    • #faggots
    • #queerness
    5 Comments
  • Love it. SO GOOD.

    Love it. SO GOOD.

    (via beanonwire)

    • 1 year ago
    • 91 notes
    • #god
    • #sex
    • #faggots
    • #fucking
    • #queer nation
    • #joe lindsay
    • #1990
    91 Comments
  • queerfatfemme:

Robert Mapplethorpe, Two Men Dancing, 1984

    queerfatfemme:

    Robert Mapplethorpe, Two Men Dancing, 1984

    Source: ctatum
    • 2 years ago
    • 1504 notes
    • #oh!
    • #faggots
    • #queer
    • #love
    • #queen
    1504 Comments
  • Joe Jackson’s “Real Men” — the original video. This is campy as all hell. I kinda can’t believe it was on VH1 in the eighties. I love the cruising leathermen, the teenage boy shaving in the mirror, the slingshot scene between the boys and the little girl, and the fact that Joe Jackson is playing a white piano in the middle of the wilderness. For some reason. Y’know, it’s ARTFUL.

    Still? This song, and the video, manage to tug on my heartstrings. I am not ashamed to admit that I love love love these lyrics:
    You don’t wanna sound dumb
    Don’t want to offend
    So don’t call me a faggot
    Not unless you are a friend
    Then if you’re tall, handsome, and strong
    You can wear the uniform and I can play along

    So sexy! So tender! So snarky!

    • 2 years ago
    • #Joe Jackson
    • #faggots
    • #masculinity
    • #Real Men
    • #queerness
    • #gender roles
    • #pop culture
    • #music
    • #camp
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