Embarrassing Confession: This video is a total Pervert Root for me. I saw it on MTV when I was 13 and I kinda lost my goddamn mind.
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Mirha-Soleil Ross, Yapping Out Loud: Contagious Thoughts from an Unrepentant Whore (2004)
I’m crying.
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Oh, Mirha-Soleil Ross. I am always blown away by her work & words, and this quote is no exception.
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So there’s this tension that exists but is also difficult to elaborate.
The real queers versus the fake queers, or the suffering queers versus the partying ones.
And it’s always described very badly, but I think that the resentment it churns up is valid, or the frustration.
Because there’s a…
oh. this shot me right in the heart. yes, yes, yes.
Perfume Genius - “Hood”
Liz: i am listening to Perfume Genius in your honor
me: still so much to do. what is perfume genius?!
Liz: OoooooOOOOOoooo
me: link me?
Liz: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OOpkr8uNWpk
me: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. WHAAAAAAT.
Liz: i love perfume genius soooo much. makes me cry! okay that better not distract you!
me: it kinda made me cry too but in a good way?
Liz: yup.
Sexuality & gender are the subjects I most love to write about and the subjects that are also hardest for me to write about. Our available language for gender and sexuality is so limited, so paltry, and Jesus Christ, I am a lot of things, but I am a writer first & foremost. I long for better…
A bit of what I’ve been working on today.
THE LOST GAY BARS OF SAN FRANCISCO
Looking through now defunct gay magazines of the sexual revolution — Vector, After Dark, David — is a bit like finding a ticket to Atlantis (the sunken continent, not the gay cruise). But it’s not just the hand-drawn ads or 50 cent drink specials or the names — well maybe the names! The Purple Pickle, the Elephant Walk, the Gilded Cage, the Giraffe. Peke’s Palace, Connie’s “Why Not?,” Cissy’s Saloon. Mona’s Candlelight. Paper Doll, Paradox, Old Crow, Nothing Special. A mixture of old queens and young bucks. One culture that ended in liberation, and another that fell in revolution.
I recently began a mapping project of lost San Francisco gay bars using ads from magazines, matchbooks from archives and mentions in gay papers to try and reconstruct San Francisco in the years before the epidemic. What struck me most is that —in a far more hostile era there seemed to be far less ghettoization. Certainly the Castro, Polk and South of Market were still gay centers — but there were also bars in traditionally “straight” neighborhoods as well — North Beach and the Haight, the Marina and the Presidio. The Financial District boasted nearly a dozen. I don’t have a good explanation, although I’d love to hear theories.
Recently, two historic San Francisco bars — Marlena’s and the SF Eagle threatened to close. In New York, the Rawhide just went belly up. In Los Angeles, La Barcita and the Other Side. With greater social acceptance (and Grindr) we’re losing the crucial spaces that helped define us our culture. It may be inevitable, but forgetting them is not.
You can view a Google Map of the Project below.:
View Lost Gay Bars of San Francisco in a larger map(I’ve opened it up for other collaborators to add them in. Where possible, I’ve added the date the bar opened.)
Sources: Matchbooks of the GLBT Historical Society, the Cinch List of Taverns, old issues of Vector, After Dark, QC and David, this piece on Found SF.
—Mike
I cannot begin to express how thrilled and grateful I am that this project exists.
This is fascinating. I’m so glad it exists.
I’d be interested to know if these were all gay men’s bars, or if some of these bars were more mixed (or even predominantly not-gay-men) in clientele?
Queers do a lot of segregating/separatism across orientation and gender lines, but queers also do a lot of cross-pollination/support/collaboration along those same lines. So.
(See spaceykate’s original post here.)
My own feelings about the Human Rights Campaign live somewhere between squick and rage, honestly. Put jokingly, this largely has to do with my having the memory of an elephant and my Moon in Scorpio. I remember things, and I hella hold grudges. ;)
Put more seriously: As an activist, I have been working with people and communities and organizations that have had horrific interactions with the HRC since about 1996.
I still remember (and I will never fucking forget) when Elizabeth Birch (who was the Executive Director of the HRC in 1998) referred to Carmen Vasquez as:
1) “you and your kind,” and
2) “a maggot in a barrel of rice”
in an OPEN LETTER. This is pretty well-documented and public. (I have print-outs of both Vasquez and Birch’s letters in a box in my parents’ basement, actually. I should probably dig them up.)
Birch did this because Vasquez dared to bring up:
1) race and racism in the LGBT community in general, and
2) the intense racism in the HRC’s choice to back Al D’Amato’s* candidacy in New York.
And, just, like, C’MON. For a middle-class white woman to refer to a working-class Latina activist as “a maggot,” as “you and your people,” just… It is all, simply put, fucking UGLY.
I was 15 at the time that I was watching this from the queer organizing sidelines. I saw it for the racist bullshit that it was. I was also working with a lot of older queer activists who really knew what they were doing, and who schooled me well. And I remember, very clearly, just having this moment of “God. No. No. No, this is not right. No, this is not about the larger queer community. No, this is not about supporting the people who need it the most. No, I can never support anything this organization does. At least not unless they make some serious amends to the communities they’ve hurt.”
And that hasn’t happened. So.
*More info here, especially: “HRC’s endorsement of New York Republican Al D’Amato in his 1998 campaign for re-election to the U.S. Senate brought more criticism. HRC defended the endorsement because of D’Amato’s support for ENDA and repeal of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. However, many liberal LGBT leaders did not welcome D’Amato’s many conservative stances, including his opposition to affirmative action and abortion rights.[53]”
George Leonnec
The Ride
“La Vie Parisienne” (1924)
FINALLY THIS APPEARS ON TUMBLR SOURCED AND UNEDITED
a billion times thank you, I honestly never thought I’d see this day
THIS IS AMAZING AND GORGEOUS AND ALSO UHHNFF. Also, 1924? For realsies?! Awesome!
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This is magical on many levels, I think. Anybody know who the model is, or who took the photo?!
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David Bowie & Tilda Swinton in a short film/music video for Bowie’s newest single “The Stars (Are Out Tonight)”. Lots of 50s kitsch & camp, fantastic outfits & make-up, Swinton as Bowie & Bowie as Swinton, genderfuck & glitter, and sex & flesh (or, at least, as much sex as they could get away with in a music video on youtube).
Also, the opening credits of this music video honestly remind me of porn opening credits. Fellow pornicators & porn fans, do you also see the pornyness? I mean, I seriously fetishize this kind of glam rock spectacle, so it is likely that I would read it through a sexual lens no matter what because that is how I roll. But still.
Bowie is crucially and kind of embarrassingly important to me as a cultural figure. I don’t think of him as perfect or awesome in every way — dude has fucked up a lot over the years, for sure. But uncomplicated relationships are for uncomplicated people.
Part of why Bowie’s music and general pop culture iconography are so fucking important to me is that he is both an early pervert root for me and an early genderqueer root for me. I mean, I’m kinda joking when I use the word root, but I’m also kinda not? It’s not just that he’s a musician whose work I enjoy (although that is also true). It is that his albums and music videos and general persona & spectacle made me feel both less alone in the world when I was in middle & high school, and they made me feel hot — in the sense of feeling turned on, and in the sense of feeling desirable.
Bowie’s music gave me my body back in some fundamental ways. I could write a whole book about this. I might, some day.
(I might also, some day, make the glam rock excess/spectacle porn movie I keep fantasizing about.)
Bowie/SWINTON/the spectre of fame/both of them as each other/lots of things being said but I’m not quite sure what they are.
So, that’s a thing. All I know is, Tilda Swinton doing retro femme is extraordinarily queer. Possibly, so is David Bowie in a dad cardigan.
I’ve known the amazing Dylan Scholinski for going on 16 years (!). Above all, I have always been awed by Dylan’s immense generosity of spirit and his commitment to building community — especially for queer, trans, and gender-variant youth living at the margins (and I say this having met Dylan when I was 14; I am one of those queer kids whose life he changed). Dylan is just one of the most thoroughly GOOD people I have ever met. He puts his entire heart into every single thing he does. I am so blessed to know him, and so excited for this project. Give as much as you can, people, and please spread the word!
So I re-posted the SF Weekly article about Kink.com with a one-line comment, and then I wrote more commentary, and I wanted to make sure those comments didn’t lost in the re-blog shuffle.
I’ve personally heard a LOT of horror stories from other sex workers about working for kink.com. I’m glad these folks are so bravely speaking out. This is a long time coming.
And this doesn’t get mentioned in the article, but I feel like it bears saying here: I have personally always thought that it is ridiculous that kink.com is held up as some kind of awesome ethical paragon of what the porn industry can be when a) so many stories are out there about models being treated badly, and b) their size diversity, racial diversity, and treatment and fetishization of trans models (esp. trans women models) all, frankly, REALLY SUCK!
I say this as someone who has been in the sex industry for about a decade, and who has mostly worked in porn (never “full time” or as my main bread & butter, for the record — “making it” as a fat porn star is very, very hard, and most porn workers I know, fat or not, also do other kinds of work, whether in the sex industry or elsewhere).
I have personally posed for some ridiculous sites to make a buck over the years. I want to make it clear here that I pretty much never blame porn models for posing for cheezy or fetishize-y or offensive/distasteful or whatever else kindsa sites. As an old friend jokes “we are in the business of being dirty, after all!” More importantly, we are doing what we need to do to make a living.
That said: As a queer feminist and a fat person who works in porn, I really value having a) available work options at all (like, take a look, there are no fat people on any kink.com site — NONE), and b) work where I can be as close to my actual sexual self as possible, and not just cast in some chaser’s ridiculous Fat Girl Fantasy (as is the case with regards to a lot of the work that is available for plus-size porn models).
I want better options, basically, and Kink.com has never been one of the better options, for me or for many others. I’m glad this is finally getting talked about.
I’ve personally heard a LOT of horror stories from other sex workers about working for kink.com. I’m glad these folks are so bravely speaking out. This is a long time coming.
And this doesn’t get mentioned in the article, but I feel like it bears saying here: I have personally always thought that it is ridiculous that kink.com is held up as some kind of awesome ethical paragon of what the porn industry can be when a) so many stories are out there about models being treated badly, and b) their size diversity, racial diversity, and treatment and fetishization of trans models (esp. trans women models) all, frankly, REALLY SUCK!
I say this as someone who has been in the sex industry for about a decade, and who has mostly worked in porn (never “full time” or as my main bread & butter, for the record — “making it” as a fat porn star is very, very hard, and most porn workers I know, fat or not, also do other kinds of work, whether in the sex industry or elsewhere).
I have personally posed for some ridiculous sites to make a buck over the years. I want to make it clear here that I pretty much never blame porn models for posing for cheezy or fetishize-y or offensive/distasteful or whatever else kindsa sites. As an old friend jokes “we are in the business of being dirty, after all!” More importantly, we are doing what we need to do to make a living.
That said: As a queer feminist and a fat person who works in porn, I really value having a) available work options at all (like, take a look, there are no fat people on any kink.com site — NONE), and b) work where I can be as close to my actual sexual self as possible, and not just cast in some chaser’s ridiculous Fat Girl Fantasy (as is the case with regards to a lot of the work that is available for plus-size porn models).
I want better options, basically, and Kink.com has never been one of the better options, for me or for many others. I’m glad this is finally getting talked about.
James Bidgood
Happy Valentine’s Day!
I think this might be the very definition of fabulous.
(via sexandculture)