My old college pal, P. Funmilayo dropped by this week after selling one of her paintings to a Dallas collector. I met her while majoring in Theater at the University of North Texas. She’s a globe trotter but for the moment lives in the North Texas hipster hotspot of Denton where she’s pursuing a Master’s Degree at Texas Women’s University in Invisible Theater. Yep, you read that correctly. Technically she’s pursuing a Master’s in Women’s Study using theatrical pedagogies such as Invisible Theater to “present social events in which individuals sculpt relationships and in the process promote ideas of social consideration, social awareness, and ignite true concern within the concept of Theater of the Oppressed“. The section in italics was taken directly from her personal statement.
Basically, she’s going to take Augusto Boal’s pedagogy to question issues that face women. If you saw Quentin’s post about the episode of “What Would You Do” in which Texans defend gay parents, you have a pretty decent idea of what Invisible Theater is. The major difference, Funmilayo will insist, is that in true Invisible Theater the audience will never know that it has just witnessed a work of improv social activism.
Since Gay Pride month is officially over here in the US, I thought that we queers could ride high on the marriage win in New York and start in with the business of demanding a federal mandate for marriage equality. So, here’s a video to get you introduced to Invisible Activism, wherever you may live. We don’t need to change the minds of a few key politicians; we need to change the minds and hearts of homophobes.
I sat down with gay film makers Israel Luna and Toni Miller of La Luna Entertainment earlier this week to get their reaction to Jarrett Barrios’ resignation from GLAAD. Why would these two horror filmmakers give two shakes about his, and then the subsequent 8 board members’ resignation over GLAAD’s endorsement of AT&T and T-Mobile’s proposed merger?
Well, back in March of 2010 Luna’s campy horror film, Ticked off Trannies with Knives, became a GLAAD Call to Action for its use of the word “tranny”, which is often considered a pejorative within the trans community. The film basically features hot transgendered women who seek revenge after being attacked by a group of red necks a la “I spit on Your Grave”. The film is bloody, funny, sexy, trashy, exploitive, and pretty much everything else you’d ever want in a horror film. And GLAAD hated it.
Prior to the film’s release, Luna reached out to GLAAD for education about transgender terminology and issues facing the transgender community because they had received their first negative reactions about the film’s title. Continue reading
Posted in Camp, In the Works, Politics
Tagged AT&T, Israel Luna, Jarrett Barrios, merger, T-mobile, Tel Aviv, Ticked off Trannies with Knives, tranny, transgender, Tribeca Film Festival
I am exhausted. I woke up at an embarrassingly early hour Thursday morning in my hometown of Dallas, Texas to attend a parade. No, it was not Dallas’ pride parade (we do ours on the third Sunday in September to commemorate the ruling from Judge Barefoot Sanders that first negated the Texas Sodomy Law). Nope, I woke up at 6 a.m. to hoof it downtown to celebrate the Dallas Maverick’s winning the NBA Championship.
Am I a huge basketball fan? Do I love all things sports related? No, and nuh-uh. But I do love Dallas. Like, a LOT. And how many times does one get a chance to stand outside jammed up against 200,000 of their fellow citizens in over 100 degree weather and watch everyone be HAPPY to be there? Watch them NOT maim each other or shout insults at one another? I figured not too often so, I went.
As far as parade floats go I give it a solid meh. I mean I’ve been to pride parades in Los Angeles and San Francisco, so I know what a good lookin’ float is supposed to look like. Continue reading
Like any lady from the South who’s worth her weight in sweet tea, I adhere strongly to rules of etiquette and have even written about Facebook break-up etiquette before. I know some Queerious readers who dwell north of the Mason-Dixon line may think that manners are for the feeble-minded but before you get your progressive panties in a bunch know this- we southerners also know when to throw the rules out and tell someone to STFU, so STFU already and read on.
There are not a lot of books that cater specifically to the issues we face as LGBT folks who want to mind their P’s and Q’s . Emily Post has certainly never covered such topics as “How to request a sperm donation from a close friend”. So who is a polite queer supposed to turn to? Continue reading
Posted in In the Grind
Tagged closet, Emily Post, EOE, etiquette, gay at work, How to Be a Gay Lady, potential employer, sperm donor, Starbucks, Steven Petrow, Yenta
I love funny women and I love reading books. So, when a funny woman writes a book you bet your sweet ass I’m going to buy it and devour it. Which is exactly what I did with”Bossypants” by Tina Fey.
“Bossypants” is a self-help business book buried in a memoir that’s been wrapped in a 30 Rock script. Her stories of being a female comic in what is arguably still a boy’s club should be read by anyone who identifies as a minority in their business field. And because it’s so damn funny it should really be read by everyone.
“I don’t fucking care if you like it.” -Amy Poehler to Jimmy Fallon
That is one of many pieces of advice you can expect to learn from the book. Continue reading
Debbie Grossman has re-imagined 1940’s Pie Towners as self-sufficient, God-fearin’, lesbian homesteaders by way of Photoshop in her newest body of work that was on display at the Julie Saul Gallery in New York City. I think overall the installation is eyebrow raising and gorgeous and not to be missed (don’t worry, the link to Grossman’s page has the collection in .jpg format). But overall, her comment on the lack of lesbian family documentation during this period is weakened by her medium.
When I first read about this installation I had a negative reaction. Over and over again during my discourse about the project I kept hearing viewers say “If our history doesn’t exist in documented photographs, isn’t it wonderful to see what it could have been like?”. Call me a Negative Nancy if you will, but I kept saying no no no! Continue reading
Since I’m sure all of you amazing Queerious readers will be leaving us tomorrow night because of Harold Camping’s prediction of the second coming of Jesus H. Christ at 6p.m. (no time zone, I mean duh, that was invented WAY after JC left us the first time) I thought I would come up with 13 must-do things for your last day on Earth (because I know you’re all going to be on the VIP list for the chosen). If you happen to be one of the unlucky unchosen, according to Camping you will be stuck here for the zombie apocalypse until October 21st (<– P.S. that is a link to the Center for Disease Control website with info on what to do if you find yourself in the midst of a Z.A.).
If you’re fairly certain you’re heading off to the that server in the sky you’ve got 24 hours left on Earth. And that’s a lot to plan for. Lucky for you, I’ve already made your final to-do list, and it leaves plenty of time for spontaneity. My list excludes awesome things that would require travel, because who wants to waste their last hours in line at the airport? This is a link-heavy post, so be sure to open plenty-o-tabs on your browser. If you don’t know how to do that then I’m sure you’ve got waitin’-for-Jesus-plans already so don’t worry your pretty little head.
13. Part your hair on the other side. According to an episode of Radiolab, how we view ourselves in the mirror vs. how people in the world see us is completely different. A study showed no one would have trusted Abraham Lincoln if he had parted his hair on the other side. See if this little makeover will disguise you well enough to get into/out of the Rapture.
12. Listen to this. While you’re taming your tresses (or skimming this post), take a listen to the 24-hours-to-live playlist I made on Youtube. It’ll make you giggle, reflect, and of course, seek salvation. Continue reading
Dear lame lesbian bars,
You know who you are. You call yourself something platonic like “Sisters” or “Buddies” or *shudders* “Best Friends”. You play soft acoustic female rock and that one Katy Perry song- exclusively! Or worse, you have live musicians covering Melissa Etheridge and aforementioned awful pop song. You never have a f#$king orange slice for my whisky because you don’t serve any import beer. Your bartenders are old enough to be my grandmother and not in the Sophia-Loren-is-old-enough-to-be-my-grandmother-but-I-would-still-do-her kind of way. You always have a pool table or dart board directly in front of something essential, like the bathroom or the bar. And do you hire young sporty women with popped collars to storm off from large groups in 30 minute intervals? Or does this happen organically because you only serve domestic beer? What about the women who chase after them? Are their polo shirts and baseball caps part of the company uniform? Continue reading
I can not tell you how excited I am that the royal nuptials are taking place today. It’s not because of the amazingly bad
awesome royal wedding souvenirs that are available either (click that link, you won’t be sorry).
No, I am counting down the hours to this wedding so that I can quit frakking hearing about it. If I hear one more person use the word “fairytale” I’m gonna need to order one of those Royal Wedding barf bags. Continue reading
I thought about blogging about the Slut Walk that is taking place in Dallas tomorrow because it’s important. And because I know how to be a feminist. I know the chants, I have the t-shirts, I am on all of the email lists, and most importantly I am passionate about ALL human rights, but especially the ones that pertain to me specifically. Writing about and being a feminist is easy for me because I was given a simple and direct path to becoming one. You read Manifesta (and many, many other books), join the Feminist Majority Leadership group at your University, participate for 4 (ahem, 6 for me) years and when you graduate the FMF will keep
tabs on you informed until you tell them not to.
But writing about the SW would be taking the easy road for me. When I started blogging for Queerious last week I found myself struggling to come up with something to write about from my queer perspective. Because I don’t feel like I have one. Other than being physically and emotionally attracted to women I have no idea how to be gay. Continue reading
Ending a relationship sucks. No matter how amicable you tell yourself it is. Once all of the friends, pets, and stuff are divided and the U-Haul has pulled away it’s healthy and expected to take some time apart. And getting this much needed space was once easy enough. If you didn’t want to run in to her you could simply avoid your old haunts, don’t call (or answer if they’re calling) and generally live your life without much more than a bump in at the Tegan and Sara concert.
But Facebook has added an extra layer of neurosis to dating. Whether you’re breaking up, getting engaged, separating, getting “complicated”, or entering in to a civil union, it’s all online and subject to commentary from any jack wagon whose friend request you’ve accepted. Of course you can delete the information from the feed but many choose not to. Some people LOVE the sympathy. You know the ones I’m talking about. The ones that are constantly vaguebooking, They have as many relationship changes as there are dreadlocks at an Ani DiFranco concert. Continue reading