Ru in Review: A New Queen is Crowned
Hey drag racers! RuPaul has chosen America’s next drag superstar. Do you think Raja was the right queen for the job?
We don't run the gay community, we just organize it!
Hey drag racers! RuPaul has chosen America’s next drag superstar. Do you think Raja was the right queen for the job?
Several of you beloved readers/listeners have tipped me to the latest findings from OkCupid: a series of awesome charts that demonstrate a variety of fascinating correlations between lifestyle, age, appearance and sexuality that uses the millions and millions of OKCupid’s dating site members as subjects.
As a member of a family consisting of siblings that cover the range of autism from Aspbergers to Manic-Depression to Downs syndrome, I have witnessed the cruel and hateful things that can and are said to belittle a person simply because they are different and have spent too many nights worrying about my own siblings’ personal safety at school.
Spring is the best weather for being gay, in and out of drag. Not only because you can read people for trying to wear the same Old Navy summer clothes they tried to adorn themselves with last year (and always too early-gays start wearing flip flops the second the winter ice melts), but also because it’s pageant season!
A little while back, I wrote a bleeding-heart essay about the use of the fag word in comedy. After that, life somehow continued and I kept on doing comedy, performing at the shows I co-host as well as a handful of open mics in the city. And the homophobic crap really never stops flying.
If you are of a certain age – somewhere around mine, say – you probably wrestled with your sexual orientation as you came of age, much as I did. Many of those in my generation worried whether our parents would accept us if we told them we were gay or lesbian. Many of us felt profoundly alone in being attracted to members of our own sex, and most of us feared that our classmates in school would pick on or ridicule us if we revealed our secret.
As my first assignment for the fabulous PhillyGayCalendar, I went to Camp Tabu at, well, of course, Tabu, in the gayborhood.
Hey drag racers! This week the ladyboys were hooked up with some manly jocks to transform into their drag sisters.
There is a common, immature fantasy about relationships that reduces love down to dependency and assumes our insatiable neediness. Many of us love this fantasy and in fact are quite addicted to it. I like to call it the Knight-in-shining-armor syndrome or the Jesus-boyfriend disorder. We pretend there is one, unique, and perfectly looking person destined by divine graces who will finally love us rightly, so then we can feel whole and complete forever. (Insert sounds of angelic choir here.) Think of it as Jesus meets Cinderella. By definition, it’s about relationship as savior and assumes we all need saving.
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