Apparently homophobes are freaked out by the image of Michael Sam kissing his boyfriend when he got the good news, so Michael Signorile started a campaign to make same sex smooching a lot more visible.
So we’re in. We’ve been representing for years & years now, but it’s nice to get to take a part in something bigger.
An old friend I went to high school with got married in NYC today, and he posted this awesome photo of him & his groom. It made me smile every time it came across my Facebook feed, so I thought I’d share it withall of you.
Congratulations, Dominic & Neil!
There’s a project called “We Are the 15 Percent” that collects portraits of interiracial marriages and families, and I came upon this one and decided they were too cute not to post.
The project came about because of the ridiculous, hateful backlash that came about as a result of that sweet Cheerios commercial a while back. From the Tumblr:
We created this site to publicly reflect the changing face of the American family. According to the 2008 census, 15% of new marriages are interracial. And yet, it still feels rare to see something like the Cheerios ad represented in mainstream culture.
It’s especially nice to see a queer married couple in the mix.
With many recent exhibitions, screenings and publications, the queer community, particularly in New York, seems to be on an archival bent, mapping a genealogy of various aspects of LGBTQ history. Not only is queer culture experiencing archive fever, but the era of the 1980s and 1990s has been given an inordinate amount of attention by curators, critics and writers. Adding to that dialogue, Simpson’s Drag Explosion presents an archive of the drag scene, which seems to often appear on the periphery of many exhibitions and publications on the 1980s art scene or LGBTQ history despite its influential humor, camp and fashion that still pervades culture today.
The photos themselves are a blast. I hope there are a lot more screenings, but if you can’t catch one, you can watch a slideshow of the photos online with Linda’s narration.
I love this idea: couples were asked to switch the clothes they were wearing with each other.
The ones I’ve posted here, amongst others, are the ones where the switched clothes make both people look better – in my humble opinion – than their original outfits, or where, despite a very genderered different, like a skirt, the styles are nearly the same anyway.
Slate’s just done a nice piece about Mariette Pathy Allen, who has been photographing members of the trans community for a long while. Her books were some of the first I saw and read, in fact.
This is one of my favorites of hers, and it’s of Felicity, who died a few years ago at the age of 102. She is sitting in front of a photo of her child self at the turn of the last century.
It was almost a rite of passage when she photographed us when we were at Fantasia Fair in Provincetown nearly a decade ago.
You can see more of her photography on her own website.
… and there’s this one, too, of me and my wife.
I was a giant fan of his in the early 90s when “House of Buggin'” was on TV and I was maybe the only white girl living in Washington Heights. No, really.
And he was a totally nice guy, too.
But this PSA kinda gives you the lowdown.
My wife, in the meantime, had a lovely time chatting with his wife, and a good time was had by all.
(And John, if you happen to read this: I’m not the trans one. That was my version of funny.)
My friend Alex takes really cool photos, like these two of Eli.
I really am not sure what to think of this project. The idea was to photograph genders, as she did in the 80s, but somewhere along the way she discovered a few people who were genderqueer or trans*.
I love the idea but I also feel a little squeamish about the description of the project.
I think I’d prefer to hear their voices talking about how they live in their bodies and genders, and what they think of both.
Donate if you like her work and/or if you’d like to own a copy. She needs just under $3k in a month. (Tell her Helen sent you! My thanks to Lannie Rose for the heads up.)
On 12/1, Andrew Sullivan had a “Face of the Day” photo of a Pakistani hjira (although he called her a eunuch).
A Note from the Author:
Just a couple of things I want to say first. As one of the conditions for this is no names, I shall refer to my beloved in boy format as B*. This stands for Beloved. Another major character is X, which refers to the ex-wife. Finally, please excuse any pronoun confusion that may arise. I have tried to use â€œheâ€ when referring to my dearest in â€œboy-mode,â€ and â€œsheâ€ when referring to same in â€œgirlie-modeâ€ (his own terms) but there are still times when Iâ€™m not sure which to use when.
Chapter 1: In which Tink sees photos.
I think I first fell in love when I saw her picture. The problem was, he belonged to somebody else- a friend of mine- and so I put it out of my mind.
I had known B* for a couple of years. He was going out with X, who was a friend of mine, and we became good friends ourselves, the kind that sees each in other in the pub, but with occasional deep and meaningful conversations between just the two if us. This was one of those times. Most of our other friends had retired early, and it was just the two of us in one of those dodgy local rock clubs that you seem to find in every city. He was entertaining me with pictures on his mobile phone. They were various models, singers and actresses all looking beautiful. I had the difficult task of putting names to the faces, and my knowledge of popular culture kept letting me down. He selected another image and presented it to me. Again I was clueless. She was slim and beautiful like all the rest, with lovely long, dark hair and dressed in black. I took a wild guess.
â€œMorticia Addams?â€ Apparently I was wrong and had to look again. â€œI have no idea, but whoever she is, sheâ€™s very pretty.â€
â€œWow!â€ I was stunned. I looked again, and I just couldnâ€™t believe it. She was just amazing.