bob saves the mounted patrol —for starters

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Candy Darling, Andy Warhol, Chelsea Manning, “Looking,” Wing Ma’am, Vice Clique, Columns, & Much More!
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BOB SAVES THE
MOUNTED PATROL
—FOR STARTERS
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I know lots of you will argue—summer’s the best, you say, and you cite lazy Sundays at Rooster Rock
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It’s that way in our movement, too—we’re probably looking at marriage sometime this year, and
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Which brings me to the inspiration behind this issue—the notion of “queers in uniform” drove
much of the content, though due to scheduling issues we’ve had to push back coverage of our veterans; you’ll see them in one of our Pride issues. We’re looking forward to a long, fruitful partnership
with Senator Wyden’s office on that one. Inside this issue, you’ll find a profile of local activist Robert
Ball, a man we believe really epitomizes community and service—we think you’ll be inspired by his
story. One of our writers takes a hard look at Chelsea Manning, and questions whether or not her
community has been there for her. Agree or disagree—that piece will make you think. And that’s just
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Why we’ll miss—and why you should watch—”Looking”.......................................Page 16
Jennifer Jako, HIV, and activism..............................................................................Page 18
PHOTO BY TIM SUGDEN
Bob Ball was asked to join the board of
the Friends of the Mounted Patrol, right
before the city announced that the
program was going to be cut. Saving
the Mounted Patrol might be what Ball
is known best for now. The city asked
the Friends of the Mounted Patrol to
raise $400,000 to keep it going for
another two years. Within five weeks
they raised $300,000. Photo by Tim
Sugden.
Read the whole story on page 6
Style Deconstructed: The House of Aquarius.........................................................Page 25
Find love in a hopeful place—Wing Ma’am...........................................................Page 27
The queerness of Portland Women’s Crisis Line.....................................................Page 29
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LOCAL
Four Portland teenagers, Jenna Montgomery, Jess Taylor,
Blue Kalmbach, and an unnamed 14-year-old suspect, were
arrested last month after allegedly carving a swastika into
schoolmate Dustin Murrain’s forehead. All attended David
Douglas High School. Police suggest a possible motive was
retaliation after Murrain was bullying their friend, calling
him “gay” on Facebook. He was also allegedly attacked with
a crowbar and a BB gun. The youngest teen will be tried in
juvenile court; the other three await adult court with individual bails set at $3 million.
On Tuesday, March 2, Catholic Oregonians for Marriage
Equality pledged to “fast against discrimination and work
to win marriage for same-sex couples during the season
of Lent,” according to a press release. For Ash Wednesday, members planned to wear violet—the liturgy color
of Lent—and the hue us gays favor most. Much of this
support comes on the heels of a February memo the Los
Angeles Times reported on, in which Portland Archbishop
Alexander K. Sample told his diocese staff that they should
continue to “help defeat this initiative and to uphold the
uniqueness and sanctity of marriage between one man
and one woman.” Guess who wasn’t wearing violet for Ash
Wednesday?
On March 4, County Attorney Jenny Madkour announced
that when the federal courts send over the green light to allow
same-sex marriages in Oregon, the ban will lift and licenses
will be issued (and champagne will fly off the shelves all over
Portland proper). In 2004, Multnomah County was the only
county in Oregon to grant same-sex marriage licenses. Imagine Glen Coco from “Mean Girls” getting all the candy canes
at Christmas, but in our case, we’ll all be Glen Coco, and our
marriage rights (and fabulous wedding receptions) will be
better than any striped candy gift.
NBA Brooklyn Nets center Jason Collins helped launch
“Freedom Oregon” on Feb. 21 with the first group of Republicans in Oregon to support same-sex marriage. The commencement began the same day Oregon Attorney General
Ellen Rosenblum (D) announced she will not be defending
the state’s ban on same-sex marriage. #TeamEllen
On Feb. 25, Attorney General Eric Holder announced that
states are not obligated to defend discriminatory laws, specifically laws banning same-sex rights. (Good thing Oregon’s
Ellen Rosenblum’s got that covered!) “We must be suspicious
of legal classifications based solely on sexual orientation,”
Holder said. Democratic Attorney Generals from six states and
counting—including Oregon—have not supported the samesex marriage bans challenged by same-sex couples in court.
According to the Campus Pride Index, the University of
Washington, Washington State, the University of Southern
Oregon in Ashland, Portland State University, and the University of Oregon made this year’s list of America’s 25 most
gay-and-lesbian friendly college campuses. Way to rep, PNW!
Back in December, we reported on the Eastside Catholic High School Vice-Principal, Mark Zmuda, who lost his
job after the school and church discovered he was married
to his same-sex partner. On Friday, March 6, Zmuda filed a
lawsuit against the school and the Seattle Archdiocese. The
lawsuit charges the school and church with discrimination,
wrongful termination and violation of the state consumer
protection laws. The popular school figure received over
48,000 incredible signatures from a petition via Change.org.
For Dykes On Bikes® Portland, March 18 was a monumental day. The MC had all their patches sewn on their
vests. The vest, or cut, is the “uniform” for any motorcycle
club. The cut tells the world who your MC is—and where
it’s from and who you are within that club. DOB PDX is up
to 9 patched members with many more prospects coming.
NATIONAL
We can all go home now—the Dalai Lama himself has
declared same-sex marriage is totally okay. “If two people really
feel that way and both sides fully agree, then OK,” he said on
Ora.tv’s Larry King Now show. He also declared any anti-LGBTQ
bullying “a violation of human rights.” Namaste, Dalai Lama.
On Feb. 24, a measure backed by Privacy for All Students—an effort to block a law protecting transgender
folks, AB 1266—failed to gather adequate signatures, rendering them unable to qualify for the November ballot. If
The
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On March 5, Arizona State Senator Steve Gallardo came
out, stating, “I’m gay, I’m a Latino, and I’m a senator. And
it’s okay.” He called the discriminatory bill, also known as
SB 1062, “a game changer” for him—Gallardo is a prime
example of someone at the forefront stepping forward
because they’re only concerned in doing what’s right—no
ifs, ands, or politics about it.
Remember when Pope Francis asked: “Who am I to
judge?” Well, what would Pope Francis do now? According
to Cardinal Timothy Dolan who spoke with “Meet the Press”
on March 9, Francis wants church leaders to study same-sex
marriages and “the reasons that have driven them.” Religious leaders are quick to point out this doesn’t mean he’s
in support of same-sex marriage; however, it’s clear Francis is one hip holy man.
After Arizona passed the Religious Freedom Restoration
Act last month; the Human Rights Campaign asked that
other states considering similar measures put a stop to their
own discrimination bills. Such bills are not only anti-LGBT,
but are also anti-woman and anti-veteran. Since then, Arizona Gov. Jan Brewer (R) vetoed the legislation. The same
bill is up for a vote in states like Mississippi and North Carolina. We are living in undeniably chaotic times—there aren’t
enough School House Rocks videos for this.
According to a new poll, 59 percent of Americans support
same-sex marriage. (That’s six in 10!) Age plays an interesting
factor in the poll: three-quarters of Americans under the age
of 30 support same-sex marriage; less than half of seniors
support same-sex marriage. These figures are record highs
for the Washington Post-ABC News poll. How high? In its
2004 poll, 38 percent supported same-sex marriage, while
59 percent were against it—the same number in support of
us today. What a difference a decade can make!
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BOB BALL: I FELT LIKE THE LUCKIEST GUY IN THE WORLD THEN
Ball said. After that he remem“I felt like the luckiest guy in the world then,” he says.
bered picking up a volunteer
In 2012 Ball and his partner of nine years, Grant Jones,
form from a community polic- decided to start a family. The two found a gestational caring office behind Music Mil- rier and conceived twin boys. They decided to name them
lennium on NW Twenty-Third. Parker and Wyatt, family names, names which were also
Ball spent his volunteer time shared by some of Ball’s recent building projects. On July
helpi ng c om mu n it y mem- 4th they got a call from the carrier; her water broke, months
bers fill out problem identifi- too early. Doctors were not sure the twins would survive;
cation forms and organizing a few days later it was decided that they would perform a
community workshops. One caesarean section.
day a friend who interned at
For the next month and a half the boys never left St. Vinthe Police Bureau brought in a cent’s hospital. Ball and Jones were there every day, often
brochure for the Reserve Officer all day. They were given dolls to wear around which were
Program for the Portland Police left with the boys to simulate their smell. Sometimes the
Bureau.
boys’ hearts would stop, but this was common among pre“We decided, hey, let’s do this mature babies, and, though terrifying at first, the doctors
together.”
showed Ball and Jones that simple touches would start
Becoming a reser ve of f i- their hearts again.
cer means going through all
“You learn to live with it,” he said.
the same written and physiAnd then near the end of August they got a call from
cal tests, interviews, and back- the hospital. There were complications with Wyatt. It soon
ground checks as a police offi- became clear there was nothing more that could be done.
cer, and soon Ball completed
“We were always on the same page,” Ball says of his
the program. He found himself partner. The machines were turned off. Ball and Jones took
in uniform walking the beat their son outside for the first time in his life to say goodBall is one of those people who actually comes from humble beginnings, growing up in Knappa, OR, a small logging town outside
with other officers, volunteer- bye to him.
Astoria.
ing outside work, and facing the
“You’re in the depths of despair but two days later his
same dangers as them, too. Ball brother had to have his first bath. It was a moment of joy
By TJ Acena, PQ Monthly
won a medal of valor from the Portland Police Bureau for in the deepest valley.”
A service for Wyatt was held at St. Mary’s Cathedral.
When I meet Bob Ball at his home up in the West Hills rescuing a woman being held hostage without using lethal
he apologizes that he can’t shake my hand. His infant force on the perpetrator. Ball currently holds the rank of Father Brennan embraced the couple with open arms even
son Parker can’t leave the house or meet outside people Commander in the Reserve Officer Program, supervising when Ball described himself as “not a regular attender.”
Hundreds attended.
because his immune system is weak. Paintings sit propped the other reserves, and trying to help pass bills expanding the authority and protections of those in the reserve
“That was a period where all of the volunteer work I had
up against the wall.
program.
ever done came back to help me. Strangers left food at our
“Have you just moved in?” I ask.
When I ask him about serving as a gay man in uniform door. It was overwhelming.”
“We moved in last April.”
Last Christmas Ball sent out over 2,000 Christmas cards,
There just hasn’t been a lot of time to get settled. Ball’s Ball recounts an incident during his first year, while on
Patrol at the Rose Festival, when fellow officers and some not wanting to miss anyone who had been there for him.
life is busier than usual.
Now Parker is home from the hospital; Jones brings
Ball is one of those people who actually comes from navy personal made some cruel remarks about gays.
“I was very surhim out to say hello
humble beginnings, growing up in Knappa, Ore., a small
t o m e. He l o o k s
logging town outside Astoria. There were only 35 kids in his prised; that night
healthy, just like any
graduating class. He still knows many of those who he went I went home and I
other infant, and
to school with, but growing up gay in a small town is lonely. cried. That was in
Jones gushes over his
“It was a very small town. There was a feeling of distance 1996. Today I can’t
infant son for a few
from everyone else because I led a life where I put up bar- imagine anything
like that.”
moments.
riers and walls.”
In fact, in 1996
“Not one second
It wasn’t until attending the University of Oregon that
that I’ve been with
he really even understood what the word “gay” meant, and Ball marched in
Parker hasn’t been
then he threw himself full force into the gay rights move- the Pride parade
pure joy,” Ball tells
ment. He was the first board chair of the MPowerment Proj- in uniform, holdme.
ect in Eugene, a community center for young gay men, and ing his then-partI ask Ball if he and
also served on the board for the group HIV/AIDS Resources, ner’s hand. In 2011
Jones are married. He
which served the Southern Willamette Valley. When Ballot Ball was leading the
says no, “We never
Measure 9 appeared in 1992, which would have prevented Pride parade on his
felt like we needed a
Oregon from “promoting” homosexuality, Ball stood up on mounted patrol.
“It was a privipiece of paper.” But
the Ferry Street Bridge holding a “No on 9” sign. In 1993 he
that changed after
attended the March on Washington for Lesbian, Gay and Bi lege. The police offiParker came home.
Equal Rights and Liberation along with hundreds of thou- cers I know now are
fairly reflective of
“We have some
sands of others.
estate things to work
During college Ball had begun to buy buildings in Port- society as a whole. In 1996 Ball marched in the Pride parade in uniform, holding his then-partner’s hand. In 2011 Ball was leading the
out. We’re trying to
land, and soon began to split his time between Portland and They are the finest Pride parade on his mounted patrol.
figure out when it’s going to happen here in Oregon. I
Eugene. He bought an apartment building and began living people you could ever imagine working with.”
That same year he was asked to join the board of wanted my boys to grow up in a world where it’s normal
there, as well as a 10 room house next to it. He began to rent
the Friends of the Mounted Patrol, right before the city for their dads to be together.”
the rooms in the house to friends he knew who had HIV.
As marriage seems imminent in Oregon, this proud
“Back then there weren’t places for people to go to even announced that the program was going to be cut. Saving
live,” Bob said. “They ended up passing away. I had done the Mounted Patrol might be what Ball is known best for father will undoubtedly witness another sure sign of equalso much work with HIV and AIDS by then that I decided I now. The city asked the Friends of the Mounted Patrol to ity’s determined march.
couldn’t do that kind of work anymore after seeing people raise $400,000 to keep it going for another two years. Within
five weeks they raised $300,000. The patrol is back in the
Editor’s Note: We intended to include many more “queers
I knew die.”
in uniform” (specifically veterans, in partnership with SenaBall knew he needed a new cause to get behind, but it budget now.
Mind you, all of this was extracurricular. Ball has also tor Wyden’s office) in this issue, but unfortunately the stories
wasn’t clear to him until the day a man hopped out of a car,
came up to him on the street, put a chrome pistol to his been a real estate developer during this whole time and weren’t ready by the time we went to press. They’ll appear in
done quite well for himself. He even managed to get out of future issues. If you know a vet who deserves some recogniforehead, and demanded his wallet.
“I actually ran after the car to get the plate number,” the market before the real estate bubble collapsed in 2008. tion, email [email protected].
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CANDY DARLING: FIRST TRANSWOMAN ON THE MOON
ment and the hysterical fears with
In 1969, famed photographer Richard Avedon docuwhich it was met, Darling stars in it mented Warhol’s Factory denizens. A striking nude poras “Candy,” a sort of Patty Hearst-like trait of Darling emerged from the sessions. As she stands
socialite, recruited by the group PIGS facing the camera, the viewer sees a gorgeous woman with
(Politically Involved Girls), to help a penetrating stare, her long hair covering her breasts, and
overthrow the patriarchy.
a penis and testicles between her legs. Darling both enacts and parodies
It’s likely an empowering sight for anyone who’s transithe regal hauteur and swooning fra- tioned, and the impact it still carries indicates that, forty
gility one associates with ‘30s screen five years later, our culture still hasn’t fully caught up to
goddesses throughout the film, cre- Darling and her peers.
ating a hilariously memorable charDarling acted and was friends with two other transacter.
women, Holly Woodlawn and Jackie Curtis. All three appear
As the 2011 documentary “Beau- in “Women in Revolt,” but the other two play their parts in a
tiful Darling” makes clear, this was more campy, confrontational way. It was only Darling who
a perpetual pose of hers, as, despite appears to have dreamed of conventional movie stardom.
her precarious, hand to mouth exis“Beautiful Darling” captures the awe and bliss she felt
tence, she’d managed to live out traveling to Hollywood for the premiere of “Women in
her dreams of glamorous (if practi- Revolt.” Fearing ridicule, she was greeted with cheers,
cally uncompensated) silver screen giving her a new belief in her ambitions.
acting.
Her career after that point, however, was not as sucThe film is filled with amazing cessful or fulfilling. As they were wont to do throughout his
archive footage of her days with career, Warhol’s interests turned elsewhere. Never generous
Warhol and after, and features inter- or loyal, Warhol simply ceased working with Darling, whom
views with contemporary figures, he’d never properly compensated for her work.
such as John Waters, who is clearly a
Darling campaigned to be cast in a mainstream Holfan. It also details her lengthy friend- lywood film, the adaptation of Gore Vidal’s novel “Myra
ship with Jeremiah Newton and his Breckinridge,” but was not chosen, a decision that’s said
effort to find a final resting place for to have lead to bitterness on her part.
her remains.
She won small roles in a few memorable films, includThe prejudice and intolerance ing good ones like “Klute” with Jane Fonda, and poor
Darling faced in affirming her iden- ones, like “Lady Liberty” with Sophia Loren. Other perforA gorgeous actress and a participant in Andy Warhol’s Factory scene, she appeared to live her life exclusively in fabulous evening tity are thoroughly laid out in the mances, sadly, simply reflected the marginalization she
documentary, coming most starkly was already experiencing, such as her turn as the victim
gowns, at glamorous, decadent parties.
in the epic-level transphobia spewed of a trans bashing in the independent film “Some of My
by writer Fran Lebowitz. Engaging in Best Friends Are . . . “
By Leela Ginelle, PQ Monthly
the kind of rhetoric rarely seen outside of bigoted second
Her personal life, at this point, fared no better—during
When I was young, pre-Internet, and looking for exam- wave feminist texts, Leibowitz says of Darling that she could this period, she was disowned by her mother, who feared
ples of male-assigned people living interesting female lives, never actually be a woman—because to be a woman you how her conservative second husband would react if he
the pickings were nearly nonexistent. The one exception must first have been a girl, and Darling never was, and so, learned she had a transgender daughter.
therefore, she was just a hopelessly inadequate imitator.
At the age of 29 the actress was diagnosed with lymthat popped up was Candy Darling.
A similarly painful note is struck in an anecdote about phoma. She appears to have approached her deathbed
A gorgeous actress and a participant in Andy Warhol’s
with the same meloFactory scene, she appeared to live her life exclusively in h e r a p p e a r a n c e
dramatic relish she’d
fabulous evening gowns, at glamorous, decadent parties. in Tennessee Wilbrought to each preThe stories she appeared in peripherally never explained liams’ play “Small
vious stage in her
how she became herself, and, as her feat had been un-rep- C r a f t Wa r n i n g ,”
life, having written
licated, “being Candy Darling,” unfortunately, did not seem in a part Williams
sought her for himin a note to Warhol,
like a career path I could follow.
“Un f o r t u n a t e l y
Around college I learned about Lou Reed and discov- self. A crew member
before my death I
ered the song “Candy Says” and a verse of “Walk on the who is interviewed
had no desire left
Wild Side” were about her. The first song seemed empa- recalls that Darling was given
for life . . . I am just
thetic, and the latter slightly sensational and derogatory.
so bored by everyWhen I started transitioning I remembered my fascina- her own dressing
room, because “of
thing. You might say
tion with her, and tried to learn more.
bored to death. Did
Born in 1944, Darling’s assigned name was James Slat- course” she couldn’t
you know I couldn’t
tery. She grew up in suburban Long Island, idolizing female change with the
last? I always knew
movie stars and journaling about the icon she hoped to other women, thus
underlining the
it.”
become.
She died in
Her road to those dreams was less than luxurious. In the second class status
March of 1974.
early ‘60s she started going to Greenwich Village presenting she endured even
While the reacas female, which was illegal at that time. She performed sex during her greatest
tionary Lebowitz
work to support herself, and took amphetamines, activities successes.
Darling’s time
might say othershe continued, off and on, for the rest of her life.
wise, Candy Darling
Her name slowly evolved through the mid ‘60s from with Warhol was
lived a remarkable
Hope Slattery to Candy Darling, as she became integrated a kind of apex for
female life. It’s diffiin the underground theater scene, working with a young her professionally.
Robert DeNiro, among others, and eventually crossing Clips of the two of The prejudice and intolerance Darling faced in affirming her identity are thoroughly laid out in the documentary, coming cult and dangerous
them at art open- most starkly in the epic-level transphobia spewed by writer Fran Lebowitz.
to be a transgender
paths with Andy Warhol.
Warhol cast her in a small part in his film “Flesh,” and as ings and on news programs reveal a natural symbiosis. woman today, but it was virtually unheard of when she
a lead in his ensemble piece “Women in Revolt.” The latter They shared a love of glamour and a deadpan wit. Dar- did it. To have not only transitioned, but become a recogis a sort of awful masterpiece, one of those partly brilliant, ling was just as expert as Warhol at projecting a superfi- nized stage and screen actress as she did in her era, is akin
partly unwatchable drug-addled films that could only have cial emptiness meant to tweak the pretensions of the art to having flown to the moon on a bicycle.
world cognoscenti; she just did it in the guise of a starlet,
Candy Darling was and remains an icon worthy of
emerged from the late 60s or early 70s.
remembering and celebrating.
A satire of both the nascent women’s liberation move- rather than a savant.
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VICE CLIQUE: AN OLD-FASHIONED GAY SEX SCANDAL
Images used by permission of George Painter. Scandal/Death headline from The Portland News, the daily that gained circulation while sensationalizing the story of the Vice Clique
arrests--also the cover of Painter’s new book (left). Multnomah County Jail log--a partial page from Nov. 16, 1912, listing some members of the Vice Clique, who were arrested on
charges of sodomy.
By Robin Will, Gay & Lesbian Archives of the Pacific
Northwest
Who can resist a good sex scandal? In November of 1912,
The Portland News was selling extra editions on the street,
with stories of queer sex and suicide at the YMCA.
In the months that followed, 68 men were eventually
implicated – in the crime of consensual sex. The Oregon
Journal called the group, “The Vice Clique.”
Historian George Painter documents the events and
their repercussions in his book, The Vice Clique: Portland’s
Great Sex Scandal, self-published in December 2013, available through Espresso Book Machine.
Here’s the background. 1912 was an election year, and,
for neither the first nor the last time in Portland, one of the
campaign issues was vice. An assiduous “volunteer investigator” heard from an elevator boy about somebody at the
YMCA who didn’t seem quite right, and turned the name
over to police. Then, a 14-year-old boy arrested for shoplifting inexplicably offered the defense that he had been sexually corrupted by several men, and included the guy at the
YMCA when he started naming names. Police paid a visit to
the Y, and one of the men they questioned attempted suicide by poison. The Portland News was all over it.
The News’ coverage was barely factual, as George Painter
discovered when he started digging through police records,
trial transcripts, and accounts from competing newspapers. He follows the lives–pre- and post-scandal–of the men
who were charged or investigated, as well as the cops,
the judges, the lawyers, and even the members of the
Oregon Supreme Court at the time. Painter also examines the legal legacies of this uproar, which included a
law that allowed for neutering of undesirables in Oregon
until its repeal in 1983.
Painter’s book is a valuable picture of public morality
and law at the dawn of the Progressive Era in Oregon. At
292 pages in length, including 45 pages of footnotes and a
detailed index, its thoroughness is not in question; it’s difficult to imagine what might have been overlooked. Historians will be using this book for reference; but Painter’s
prose style is accessible, and the book could conceivably
be read for background or entertainment.
A summary is impossible, but a few points are worth
mentioning in a brief review.
First, the prejudice and closed-mindedness is jarring
even to someone who was expecting it. We have, indeed,
come a long way since 1912 in Oregon.
Second, there are some chuckles to be found among the
police documents and explicit trial transcripts that Painter
cites. There was naïveté expressed in court about what was
anatomically possible between men, and Judge Gantenbein’s convoluted logic in pronouncing it all unnatural is
laughable from this distance, although thinking of it as law
is scary. Furthermore, in the mindset of 1912, apparently
there was no such thing as consensual gay sex: there were
only perpetrators and “boy victims.” A boy victim in one
crime could become a perpetrator elsewhere, if his subsequent “victim” was younger.
Third, politicians, do-gooders and police rose to the
occasion–and used the scandal to increase the state’s power
and influence. As a direct result of the Vice Clique scandal,
the definition of sodomy was ludicrously broadened, and
the maximum penalty tripled–from 5 to 15 years. That law
stood until 1971. A eugenics-and-sterilization bill, which
had been submitted every year since 1907, also gained traction in 1913. The rationale was, for the good of society, to
keep undesirable elements from breeding, although how
this might apply to homosexuals was unclear. The 1913 bill
was defeated by referendum, but the legislature brought it
back unchallenged in 1917, giving the state broad powers
to sterilize the feebleminded, sexual perverts and moral
degenerates – including those convicted of sodomy. The last
man was sterilized under that law in 1951; the last forced
sterilization of any kind happened in Oregon in 1981, and
the 1917 statute wasn’t repealed until 1983.
Fourth, it’s clear that Portland had a substantial and visible population of gay men 100 years ago, in spite of everything. Painter’s book depicts an active and social gay community with known cruising spots and at least one gay bar/
nightclub as a gathering place: the men’s dining room at
the Louvre Restaurant.
Finally–and here’s the part that’s interesting–things
turned out less horribly than one might expect. Only one
of the “Portland 68” went to prison; another had his sentence overturned by the Oregon Supreme Court. Two others
served time in the county jail. Some men took the opportunity to leave town. Others were investigated but never
charged. And although certainly lives were changed and
careers were derailed, many of the men implicated in
the scandal remained in Portland and spent the rest of
their lives here. Perhaps this was an early indication of the
gay-tolerant tradition that we enjoy today.
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When the Past Caught Up
My first memory of having been sexually abused by my father arrived about four
years ago in a nightmare. I awoke from it
piecing together the grotesque images and
disturbing emotions, processing the new
truth about my life.
The dream was like a drop of rain preceding a deluge. The memories became
more and more visceral, as though my body
had stored everything that had happened
to me. For a period of approximately two
months, I would spend hours a day purging these memories of torture and violation.
I had no real framework for the grief I was
experiencing and proceeded on a strong
faith in my intuition—a trust that the more
I expunged the events I’d been subjected
to, the freer I would be in my day to day life.
My mindset at the time, in an echo of my
state when the abuses occurred, was one of
overwhelmed isolation. It seemed the memories just “happened,” like the violations
had—and it was my task to withstand them.
One day, internally, I broke and—as I
recall it—turned off the spigot. Looking
back, I don’t know if such a thing is possible, but it’s how it felt at the time.
A few months later, I took an intense
but delightful impromptu trip to Disneyland. Wandering the park lost in thought, I
tried to figure out what I needed to heal. It
was there that I, tentatively, embraced my
gender fully, committed to enter counseling, ended my far too intense relationship
with a patriarchal God, and, after a long
hiatus, resumed my love affair with writing.
The first year or so of transitioning,
gender and the fears that attended it—
regarding social rejection, unemployment
and financial insecurity—seemed to take all
my mental energy. My sexual abuse history
dogged me like a storm cloud until I regarded
the pessimism and shame I associated with
it as a permanent part of my outlook.
This fatalism held for some time, until,
upon joining a support group, I reengaged
with the trauma I still carried. Ambivalent
at first, I soon committed to fully acknowledging what had happened. This meant,
specifically, no longer slipping in and out
of awareness about my past, denial feeling
like a betrayal to the younger part of me that
had suffered so spectacularly.
The recommitment occasioned a
second wave of overwhelming memories,
this time accompanied by visual information regarding locations and time periods.
Daily, a stream of incidents unfurled, none
of which, were they recounted in words,
would be considered appropriate in any
imaginable social
setting.
My life felt
bifurcated, as I
conducted my
daily responsibilities as best I
could, while simultaneously attempting to
comfort myself around the nearly incomprehensible atrocities I was remembering.
This burden, suffering privately in excruciating agony wounds that had been administered decades before, by one who would
never be held officially accountable—and
which had hobbled my life since in untold
ways—felt magnificently unjust.
Though in the midst of this period its
end seemed literally unreachable, after
three to four weeks the memories ceased.
As the months passed my life felt appreciably better. A lifelong sufferer of low self
esteem, I began for the first time to identify
with the word confident.
Little by little I divorced my mind from
the idea of family. My childhood home
became, in my mind, the place where “that”
had happened. It was a tool to remember that “that” had happened there and
nowhere else, allowing me to articulate the
distance between myself and the horror I
was processing.
Before, I had reflexively thought of my
body as the location of those crimes. That
association, together with gender dysphoria, had created a lifelong practice of dissociating physically from myself.
Almost imperceptibly, and through the
last four years’ labor, I’ve come to inhabit
myself, perhaps for the first time.
This last month I had one more bout
of memories, these ones so bleak, I momentarily doubted my ability to endure them.
What bubbled up after having been buried
for decades was the knowledge that I was
living with a monster I couldn’t defeat; that
the horrors I was enduring were unstoppable, and that my only choice for survival was
to turn away from hope, to numbly divorce
myself from reality.
No one can tell me that our society, based
on a sickening piety surrounding family,
addresses the needs of abused children adequately. Abused children, like LGBTQ ones
raised in intolerant households, survive.
Our rights, to basic security and humanity,
in such situations, do not exist. With our
only tool being denial, we lose ourselves,
recovering, if we’re lucky, at some later date,
when pain drives us to seek help.
Our pasts having caught up, we then
live them again, paying twice, cruelly, for
our corrupt guardians’ crimes.
Leela Ginelle is a playwright and journalist living in Portland, OR.
You can write her at [email protected].
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WHY HAVE WE ABANDONED CHELSEA MANNING?
By Katey Pants, Special to PQ Monthly
two debates about the future of Chelsea and the future of
queer people in the military be so compartmentalized. I
One of the most reviled and invisible public figures of remember plenty of times trying to bring it up—one conour time is Chelsea Manning. For those of you living under versation after another with those who don’t share my worla rock or if you loathe international news—Chelsea Man- dview—and I was told, “These are separate,” “This is differning is a trans woman who was a former member of the ent,” “This has nothing to do with Chelsea Manning, this is
United States military. She served in 2009 during the Iraq about our rights.”
war as an intelligence analyst. During her time in Iraq, she
I have been confused about the lack of dialogue or really
was privy to a number of classified documents and military any sort of action from the greater LGBT community—
actions. Morally and ethically challenged by
especially groups whose voice can often
actions carried out by the United States milbe heard. The coverage of her gender
itary in Iraq, she decided to whistle-blow on
identity, the clinical uses of gender idena number of them—she leaked videos of the
tity disorder, and how her actions in rela2007 Baghdad Airstrikes, 250,000 US Diplotion to her being trans—all these gave the
matic cables, and Iraq and Afghan war logs
world the impression that this was not a
that were published through WikiLeaks.
critical person with impeccable ethics
These published pieces were thought to
but instead an insane trans woman. Not
be a part of the catalyst for the Arab Spring,
a word came from the gays with power
which led a number of countries in the
when highly-pixelated, dehumanizing
Middle East and northern Africa to critiphotos of her in a wig were paraded
cally challenge oppressive leadership. In
around the internet so people could
2010 she was arrested for these leaks and
gawk at this woman who would now be
was charged with 22 counts of violating the
portrayed a national traitor.
Uniform Code of Military Justice and for
Not a word came from the gays with
“aiding the enemy” under the Espionage
money when The United Nations rapporAct—which carried the threat of the death
teur on torture accused the United States
penalty. Years later she was sentenced to 35
government of cruel and inhumane treatyears in prison. In her 2010 statement about
ment of Manning—she was held in solitary
her arrest and her actions she stated:
confinement for a year without being for“It was not until I was in Iraq and reading
mally charged of a crime. And not a word
secret military reports on a daily basis that I
from any mainstream LGBT organizations
started to question the morality of what we
Chelsea Manning was and is ignored because her was heard when she was denied a speedy
were doing. It was at this time I realized in
story and her as a figure do not serve a mainstream trial even though her legal proceedings
our efforts to meet this risk posed to us by
lasted over twenty months. Afterwards, the
narrative of sameness.
the enemy, we have forgotten our humanjudge in the case gave Manning credit for
ity. We consciously elected to devalue human life both in time served as her confinement was ruled as excessively harsh
Iraq and Afghanistan. When we engaged those that we and unlawful. No large scale letter writing campaigns, no
perceived were the enemy, we sometimes killed innocent large scale outcries of support, no fundraising drives, nothing.
civilians. Whenever we killed innocent civilians, instead of
There are a lot of reasons why she is invisible. We are told
accepting responsibility for our conduct, we elected to hide there is no connection between her experience in the milbehind the veil of national security and classified informa- itary and the fight over DADT as interconnected political
tion in order to avoid any public accountability.”
topics. But there is a connection. There is a problem when
During her service, her arrest, detainment, and trial, she the focus of gay rights is simply being able to access mainwas talked about as Bradley Manning. Those who cared about stream institutions. It is easier to talk about DADT because
her and those who reviled her, however, knew she was not it’s a simple narrative about what good gay people should
just a gay man serving in the military—but a trans woman. be doing. It starts its axiom with a narrative of sameness
This was a queer person. Simultaneously happening was the instead of a philosophy of difference. A narrative of samedebate around and ultimately the repeal of Don’t Ask Don’t ness has an understanding that we as queer people must
Tell (DADT). Now, if you have really been living under a rock, ignore the complexities of our identities and make appeals
DADT was the homophobic policy of how LGBT folks could for our basic humanity by demonstrating to straight people
approach disclosing their sexuality—i.e. don’t ask people that we are just like them. A narrative of sameness also
about their sexuality and don’t tell people about yours.
eclipses peoples’ experiences and lives that live outside of
It was interesting, telling, and saddening to watch these the norm and erases those who never wish to or will never
have the chance to live in the norm.
Chelsea Manning was and is ignored because her story
and her as a figure do not serve a mainstream narrative of
sameness—that all queer people in the military are simply
experiencing distress about coming out. She was and is
ignored because a narrative of sameness cannot and does
not criticize morally and ethically oppressive institutions
instead—it just looks for ways to be integrated into them.
Most importantly, Chelsea Manning is ignored because she
is a trans woman and in the framework of good gays versus
bad queers, trans women are often cast as the undesirable,
the embarrassing, and the unwanted. And by ignoring her,
mainstream LGBT groups have created an effective political strategy that is inseparable from nationalism and hetero-normativity.
It is easier to talk about DADT because it assumes we all
are just looking to be just good patriotic Americans. In her
2010 statement about her actions, Manning wrote: “Patriotism is often the cry extolled when morally questionable
acts are advocated by those in power.” This is a direct cry
for queers to challenge oppressive institutions and war
machines. It is saddening and poor political strategy to have
only a narrative of sameness for a number of reasons—one
of them is that it creates a lack of solidarity for queers who
do not wish or never will fit into the norm. Another is that
is creates the division of good American gays versus poor
perverted queers. When we ignore Chelsea Manning, when
we ignore queers criticizing the police and prisons, when
we write off queers criticizing the institution of marriage,
what we are essentially doing is erasing real lived experiences of queers across the world and replacing them with
a fictitious image of one kind of gay person.
As queers, understanding intersectionality and solidarity
across race, class, and gendered lines is of the utmost importance. Mainstream LGBT organizations must immediately
put an end to the narrative of sameness and take a look at
building a philosophy of difference. A philosophy of difference understands that freedom isn’t built off of the backs of
those living further outside of the margin. A philosophy of
difference can hold a multiplicity of truths, criticisms, experiences, and realities. It doesn’t need to appeal to oppressive
systems for its humanity because our existence wills it. And
a philosophy of difference includes solidarity. Chelsea Manning needs us to scream loud for her every day. She needs our
letters, she needs our political pressure, and when we push
for her freedom, we are opening the doors for so many other
queer people to come forward to be real about their experiences in challenging the morals of the institutions around us.
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STYLE
TURN A LOOK: QUEERING FASHION
By Sally Mulligan, PQ Monthly
If you’re a people-watching type like me, you can never be bored in a city like Portland. A city that is teeming with creative queers hell-bent on destruction: Destruction of
expectations, destruction of the status quo, and the destruction of your ex’s favorite band
tee (cutting it into a crop top was its destiny, thank you very much). To me, fashion is art
you get to wear, and queering the fashion industry—taking what you want and leaving
the rest for the muggles—is an artistic endeavor. So pick it out, mix it up, and rock it out,
because there are no wrong answers.
My favorite thing about being queer is expressing myself however I see fit. A close
second is seeing how all of y’all choose to express yourselves. Looks are turned, hearts
are broken. The sheer amount of inspiration I get to see every day gives me life—and new
looks! Here are a few of my favorite recurring themes as of late.
WEEKEND WARRIOR
Based on the club looks I have
seen working the dance floor
lately, it’s the end of the world as
we know it—and you queermos
feel just fine. The Head Queer in
Charge here is Tank Girl (hubba
hubba), but the details of this look
are all yours: Face paint, outlandish
prints, military details, studs, bondage, deconstructed garments, and
lots of “conflicting” proportions
(oversized tops with leggings, crop
tops with longs skirts, etc.). In this
post-apocalipstick queer utopia,
you have to fight for your right to
party and do what you have to do
to survive. The club is a battlefield,
so be sure and dress the part.
Mot iv at iona l Ja m s : “T he
Warrior,” Patti Smith; “Fight
the Power,” Public Enemy; “Parents Just Don’t Understand,” DJ
Jazzy Jeff & Fresh Prince; “Grown
Woman,” Beyonce.
CHEEKY JOCK
Someone way fa mously
once said, “My plastic surgeon
doesn’t want me doing any activity where balls fly at my nose.”
I’ll let you finish the joke there,
honey, but the point still stands.
Spor ts a ren’t my ja m eit her,
but I’m happy to steal the style.
Head Queer in Charge of the jock
clique is AC Slater from Saved by
the Bell, and the essentials for
this look are: Bright crop tops,
fashion sweats, printed windbreakers, spandex booty shorts/
spandex everything, mesh, neon
makeup, nip slips, and vintage
sneakers in the club/anywhere
but the gym. You don’t need to be
sweating to have me sweatin’ you
in that ironic basketball jersey or
baseball hat. Let me hear your
body talk, homos.
Motivational Jams: “Popular,” Nada Surf; “Let’s Get Physical,” Olivia Newton-John; “Under
Pressure,” David Bowie; “January,”
Disclosure.
ANDRO WITCH
To all my shapeshifters, spellbinders, fake ass witches, and
goth babes, I see you. And the
enchanting way you layer fifty
shades of black keeps me up at
night tr y ing to ma ke my ow n
magical look. Study up, your Head
Queers in Charge are all those
bad ass witches from The Craft.
You’ll need black attire in every
texture and silhouette under creation, your biggest boots, a vintage cloak, and some decidedly
90s touches: Black lipstick, a Ouiji
board, and maybe some really
bitchin’ lingerie. It’s no secret
that queers of all bodies are a fan
of this look; it’s all about layers
to play off (or against) the shape
that your goddess gave you, and
being the weirdo you want to see
in the world.
Motivational Jams: “How Soon is
Now?,” The Smiths; “Transmission,”
Joy Division; “Spellbound,” Siouxsie and the Banshees; “Pictures of
You,” The Cure.
GO FOLK YOURSELF
Ain’t that America? Not to this
guy (I’m pointing to me right now.) I
am loving this sartorial, tongue-incheek style of taking vintage Americana and turning it on its ass. The
difference in aesthetic between the
California coastline in the 60s and
modern day Portland is (among
other things) that us leather lovers
prefer a bit more cheek—so work it
out, queens. I’m not talking about
“cheeks” as in cutoffs and chaps,
per se (though both are welcome).
I’m talking about the queering of
bandanas (also handy for flagging,
duh), American flag prints, a ratty
t-shirt repping your dad’s favorite
beer, and brown suede jackets with
fringe. The motorcycle is optional,
but your Head Queer in Charge is
Mr. T—can I get an UNF?
Motivational Jams: “Dirty
Deeds Done Dirt Cheap,” AC/DC;
“Born to be Wild,” Steppenwolf;
“Bad Dream Mama,” Eagles of
Death Metal; “Made in America,”
Kanye West & Jay-Z.
Although I certainly see common threads when I am cruising in/through queer spaces,
what I really notice and admire is everyone’s individual self-expression, and how we all
appreciate and love up on each other’s personal style. And that, to me, is the core principle of queering the fashion industry: What truly sets us apart is the respect we have for
each other. Whatever your bod, whatever your gender, whatever planet you are visiting
from—express yourself. You’ll be welcomed with open, bejeweled arms.
Sally Mulligan is a fat femme sissy who has lived in Portland for almost five years. She
gets paid to tell jokes sometimes, and designs clothes when she can. Don’t ask her about
her sewing machine, she can’t use it. Don’t ask her about her banjo...or her guitar. She can’t
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Pretty And Witty And Gay
My Guide to Radical
Lusciousness
By Belinda Carroll, PQ Monthly
I am a rotund, Rubenesque, zaftig, brickhouse kinda girl with more “back” than
“baby” owned, and I have had the occasional wayward fat girl come to me woefully and lament that they can’t find anything to wear, nothing flatters them, and
they may as well go out in yoga pants and
a sweatshirt.
Let me tell you, pumpkin butt, nothing
makes your ass look more like a dairy case
(hiding your delicious, beautiful curves)
like terry cloth, knit cotton, or a partner
who doesn’t understand that we are queens
and should be treated as such. Take it from
me, the only way to celebrate your glorious
poundage in proper form is to wear clothing
that makes you feel like the va-va-va-voom
that you are, and find a lover who thinks
that every inch of you should be bronzed
and put on display.
You may be thinking, my sweet, that you
are the exception. You are sorely mistaken.
Even if you are the kind of girl who prefers
Tivas to Prada, or a well-pressed trouser to
a flowing gown made of rhinestones—that
is no reason to look like you just got out of
bed, or worse, that you just finished baling
hay just in time to hit the club. Unless of
course, the “hayseed” look is all the rage in
your town. Then do it up.
If I had to give you one piece of advice,
it would be your own winning attitude
is the best pretty-maker money can buy.
If you don’t have a good persona lit y,
self-medicate. It worked for Elizabeth
Taylor.
A positive attitude is the one accessory
that no fat girl on the make should be without. Now, you may be the queen of owning
a room, and if you are I say, “Let’s go have
drinks and be fabulous.” If, on the other
hand, you are the kind of girl that wonders
how to win friends and influence people,
I want you to do a little exercise with me.
No, not that kind of exercise—you didn’t
even buy me dinner. However, let’s roll back
those shoulders, take a good long look at
yourself in the mirror and conjure up everything you love about yourself.
Is it your angelic face, your dimples, or
your incredible way of making a quiche
using nothing but eggs and string? No
matter. Make a list—a litany if you will—of
things that are fabulous about you. Focus
on the large (my bubble-butt), or the small
(I have rather adorable thumbs), of what
makes you want to date you. You and only
you can know how incredible you are and
convey that information to others. I want
you to take that list, hang it up where you
can see it, and add to it every day. Before
going to socialize, to a job interview, or to
go see Aunt Harvey who always comments
on your thighs—I want you to memorize
and recite that list like you are Harry Potter
and that list is the spell that will keep Voldemort at bay.
Sometimes, my little butter blossom,
you have to take life by the love-handles and create change. W hether that
is getting rid of an old tired hairstyle or
changing the ability to melt into a wall
without anyone noticing, sometimes it’s
necessary to step out of that teeny tiny
box you call your life and find out there
are people who think that a size 16 ass,
a corset, and a pair of fishnets is a damn
good time. Add that to the list: You are a
damn good time.
We’ve all heard the cliché “all you
have to do is be yourself”—and immediately wanted to burn the person at the
stake because they are feeling superbly
self-righteous and giving you unwanted
advice. While this may seem like the same
thing, I beg you not to recast me as JoanOf-Arc just yet. Because, butterbean, as
unbelievable as it is, Yours Truly has also
felt the wrath of an outfit gone horribly
awry, the dying breath of my social life,
or the horror that my skirt has blown over
my head and it’s laundry day; and I had to
convince myself that I would live again to
be smashing.
The key to being 100%, lovably you,
is to embrace not only your gifts from
heaven, but also your dork-tastic bumps
and bruises. Because nothing says fantabulous like self-acceptance. One of the things
I have learned over the years: While I think
that the fact I bray like a mule in heat when
I laugh is something that should be kept
secret, like a third nipple, someone else may
think that’s it’s the most musical sound in
the world. I ignore the fact that that person
is probably tone-deaf.
Belinda Carroll is a Portland-based, nationally-touring stand-up comic, writer,
vocalist, and an ardent LGBT activist who is in desperate need of a nap, a massage,
and a girlfriend who works for an airline or a spa. For booking or to offer the
aforementioned services, her email is [email protected].
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FEATURE
THROUGH THE “LOOKING” GLASS—WHY WE CAN’T WAIT FOR SEASON TWO
By Trish Bendix, Special to PQ
Monthly
I’ve been re-watching
“Queer As Folk” since they
put the entire series on Netflix,
which has made for an interesting juxtaposition with my
weekly watching of “Looking”
the last few months. In fact, I
watch a lot of gay TV for my job
(good and bad) and, despite
the fact I might not be HBO’s
target audience, I’ve found
myself loving “Looking.”
I bring up the “Queer as
Folk” thing because, back
when it was first on air, I
thought it was amazing.
And it was, in the way that it
introduced themes, characters and storylines that had
never taken place on American television before. But
when I watch it now, there’s
a lot of awkward writing and
poor acting, neither of which
Some critics call “Looking” boring. How about introspective instead?
I find in “Looking.”
Maybe it’s the idea that
that didn’t turn out so well. But I completely trust Andrew
“Looking” is based in a place that’s very real to me, the Haigh. I feel like his ability to give dimensionality to his ficmodern day Bay Area instead of a heightened dreamland titious people would transfer well onto women. Instead of
of Pittsburgh, PA. But comparisons aside, “Looking” feels making jokes about dykes and calling it inclusion, he’d problike a truer set of situations and flawed characters that aren’t ably bring a different kind of queer-identified female to the
outlandish in their antics, which, of course, has caused some screen, one that I have met before, one that reminds me of
critics to call it “boring.”
someone I once knew, or know right now, or maybe even
I get bored by some TV, too, but it’s usually something that I am. And if he needed help, he could call on Jamie
there is a huge fan base for; something fantastical that Babbit, who directed the wedding episode (“Looking for a
requires a lot of belief suspension and elaborate costuming. Plus One”).
Something about the daily grind of Patrick’s office job and
“Looking” should keep doing
exciting frustration of Dom’s business venture mixed with the what “Looking” has done well
gritty dimness of Agustin’s downward spiral has me tuned in, thus far: Create complicated
craving their afterhour conversations, romances, dalliances, but lovable people whose sex
heartbreaks. Their being gay males doesn’t even occur to me lives aren’t diminished in order
as something special unless they are having conversations to make them more palatable
about the different kinds of ways they relate to—things like for straight audiences, but aren’t
their sexual positions and their parents. (Who knew bottom gratuitous to keep the gay men interested. It’s a delicate balshaming was a thing? Probably you did. Not me!)
ance that puts it into an entirely different category from any
It’s the relationships of “Looking” that have me looking other “gay” show we’ve seen before. And that’s saying a lot.
forward to a second season; the intricate weaving of Richie
So what is the LGBT audience “looking” for? A spot-on
and Kevin and Frank and Lynn and even good ole’ Doris, the representation of all of our lives? That’s an insurmountable
resident straight woman BFF. Selfishly I’d love more women, task, and in my experience, shows that get their queer charespecially gay ones (after all, it is San Francisco), but they acter right are often ignored for something flashier with
tried to do that for inclusion sake on “Queer as Folk” and music and wigs and camp. “Looking,” with its ethnic diver-
sity, its San Francisco setting,
its out actors and its gay writing staff, is inching closer to
what we are saying we want
from a show about “our lives,”
which, admit it, are sometimes
a little less than exciting. But
we need those moments to
remind us how fucking amazing it is when your drunk boss
kisses you in the bathroom at
your sister’s wedding while his
boyfriend is waiting outside.
Trish Bendix is the Managing Editor at AfterEllen.com.
By Daniel Borgen, PQ Monthly
At least half the time I mention that I love “Looking”—
whether on social media or at
some packed queer dance party—I’m greeted with catcalls
and loud declarations: “That
show sucks. It’s boring.” While
I think my esteemed colleague,
Trish, outlines plenty of reasons why it’s not “boring” above,
I still feel compelled to declare: I am delighted “Looking”
isn’t some strange hybrid of “Girls,” “Sex and the City,” and
“Will & Grace.” I’m glad it is more “Weekend” than “Queer as
Folk.” I am happy I actually feel like I know people like Patty—I don’t have to suspend disbelief and liken someone in
my cohort to Brian Kinney. To everyone who’s ever felt compelled to call me out about my “Looking” infatuation, and
in honor of your disdain, I offer
this list of all the things I’ll miss
while it’s gone.
(Yes, dear haters: I know you
think it’s a “version of ‘Girls’ without the ‘clever’ writing.” I get it.
You’ve made your point.)
—Patty: I will miss his dimples, his smile, his arms, his chest, and his complete awkwardness around anyone who’s not in his inner circle. I
also have a real thing for boys who appear to have their shit
together but are actually complete emotional messes. From
that awkward first date we saw towards the beginning of
the season (I’ve been on those dates) to his complete mishandling of the Richie scenario (pardon me while I bend
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THURSDAY, MARCH 20
Daniel Borgen will be taking in Hawaiian beaches (and
gentleman, one hopes).
PQ Monthly Press Party: Mix and mingle with the
makers of your favorite queer newspaper—writers,
artists, this party has it all. This goes down every third
Thursday, at rotating venues. (Mark your calendars.)
You’ll never know who you’ll gaze at from across the
room, maybe it’s your new soul mate. This month:
The Bitter End. (I’m celebrating our return to the West
Side!) 5pm-7pm(ish), 1981 W Burnside. Free, clearly.
Free HIV & STD Testing: Committed to the health of
Portland’s community, Hawks PDX offers both free HIV
and STD testing, twice monthly. Presented in conjunction with Cascade AIDS Project and Multnomah County
Health Department, you can check your status to protect your health and those you play with, as well as
speak to counselors if you have questions. Hawk’s PDX,
234 SE Grand.
Dark Night of the Soul III: What started as a kernel of an
idea by our beloved Jason Myers has turned into a storytelling behemoth. No matter the incarnation, Home Theatre System delivers. From the architect himself: Back
for a second year, Home Theatre System proudly presents another storytelling experiment in stand-up tragedy.
Watch these queer men flaunt their shame, heartache,
and failure as they take off their “mascs” with nonfiction
tales of vulnerability and darkness. Last one! Testify takes
over soon. 8pm, Old Town Floyd’s, 118 NW Couch. $5
FRIDAY, MARCH 21
Twirl Spectacular! A benefit for Soulforce. Justin Buckles has teamed with Ecstacy Angel Hanson
Esmé Rodríguez, Valerie DeVille, Jayla Rose Sullivan,
and APHASIA Piwacket Extraordinaire to bring you a
titillating night of dreams—and all for a good cause.
Soulforce is a national non-profit that works nonviolently to end the religious and political oppression of
LGBTQ people. 9:30pm, Funhouse Lounge, 2432
SE Eleventh. Google Soulforce. You’ll be glad you did.
SATURDAY, MARCH 22
Blowpony celebrates its seventh anniversary. (Congrats,
kids, on many years of making Portland very fucking
weird and queer.) In the past 7 years, this party has
hosted more astoundingly wonderful performers than
we can possibly begin to list here. This night will be no
exception on the talent front—Double Duchess (SF)
and Man Up (BC) are slated to headline. 9pm, Rotture, 315 SE Third. $5.
SUNDAY, MARCH 23
Darcelle’s All-Ages Show! Join Peacock Productions,
Inc. and Darcelle XV & Company for the 19th Annual
All Ages—1 to 100—get to see the magic of Darcelle’s. Doors at 5pm, show at 6pm. $5.00 donation
at the door to benefit the Audria M. Edwards Scholarship Fund. Darcelle XV Showplace, 208 NW Third.
Thursday, March 27
Laid Out celebrates Spring Break! And welcomes Mr.
Charming to the decks. We sprung forward & if that’s
not a reason to party, really not sure what is. We are
pretty fucking ready to celebrate the return of spring.
So, let’s get shirtless about it! 9pm, Holocene, 1001
SE Morrison. $5.
FRIDAY, MARCH 28
Wine, Words, and Song! A Zine Symposium fundraiser.
The Portland Zine Symposium is one of the coolest
things that happens in the city all year, and small-press
folks from all over look forward to this year’s installment
with baited breath. Help make sure it occurs—and
enjoy some unique musical and vinous offerings—by
attending this! The Independent Publishing Resource
Center, 1001 SE Division Street, Portland. 7 PM, donation. (See Arts Briefs for more.)
The Cockpit: Your landing party. Monika MHz, Dan
Craig, Derek Pavone, and Chelsea Starr all light up
your night. The place where Seattle and Portland join
forces! 9pm, Rotture, 315 SE Third. $5.
SATURDAY, MARCH 29
Sprung: Fundraiser for Butch Voices. Queer burlesque
from Lily Divine Productions and a sexy date auction
and raffle—all proceeds support BUTCH Voices. 7pm,
Crush. Tickets: http://bit.ly/1k81ynF.
Q Center Winter Gala Afterparty: Tickets are just $25—
take part in this fun night of raising money to support the programs and services of Q Center. Starts at
9:30pm, features DJ Gino Mari on decks and dessert
by Hungry Hero Dessert Co. Castaway, 1900 NW 18.
Big Sexy: A Sexy Showcase of the Fat and Fabulous:
IT’S BACK with MAXIMUM FATITUDE! A talent show
for chubby hotties with incredible talent of all types.
And all for no cover. Hosted by the fantastic Nikki Lev,
pre- and post-dance party supplied by DJ Aurora.
Along with some incredible performances. 9pm, Local
Lounge, 3536 NE MLK.
SUNDAY, APRIL 6
“Next Fall,” (I’ve been dying to see it.) BRO talkback/
fundraiser: http://www.tripro.org/24th-season/nextfall.php.
SATURDAY, APRIL 12
Lumbertwink turns into Slumbertwink (see what they
did with the name there): It’s time to cuddle up to a
neighbor, as your favorite neighborhood plaid party
turns into SLUMBERTWINK! Get your pajamas or
Snuggie on and get discounted admission at the door.
9pm, Funhouse Lounge, 2432 SE Eleventh.
THURSDAY, APRIL 17
Oregonians Against Discrimination “Creating a Legacy
for Change.” Business Leaders Luncheon—mark your
calendars and procure your tickets. Tickets and info
here: http://bit.ly/1jRbJNf.
MONDAY, APRIL 21
Gay Skate, sponsored by yours truly (PQ Monthly).
Every third Monday. Join Sock Dreams, the Rose City
Rollers, and all the amateur skaters in the city at the
one and only queer skate night. Work muscles you
never knew you had — I know this is where you’ll
meet your next life partner. Innocent, yesteryear fun
at one of the last all-ages, booze-free events. 7-9pm,
Oaks Park, 7805 SE Oaks Park Way. $6. All ages.
SATURDAY, MARCH 22:
Fotografie. Calling all glamour
gods, creatures and superstars
needing a photo session. Let
Shorty Shorts create a new you
with our hair and make-up team,
or just get captured the way you are. For one evening, Ivan Dollar Salon
will be transformed into Eric Sellers and his team’s portrait studio. The
lens will be open to you. Eric Sellers (Gula Delgatto) is a local designer,
photographer and founder of Shorty Shorts, a Portland based queer film
festival showcasing talent from our community. This is an open
call to anyone wanting to be a part of this photo performance benefit with a gallery reception to be held at a
later date. More info about the event/packages here:
http://www.shortyshortsfilmfest.com/fotografie.html.
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pqmonthly.com and check out our online calendar of
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your reporters-about-town. Also, remember to carefully
examine our weekly weekend forecast — with the latest and
greatest events — each Wednesday (sometimes Thursday),
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DANCE IT OUT
FIRST SUNDAYS
Bridge Club. A slew of stellar deejays play music on the city’s
most treasured patio. Old Boys Club regularly welcomes special guests. Snack, mingle, get down. Bridge club is delighted
to announce its permanent new home—Vendetta! 3pm, Vendetta, 4306 N Williams. Free
EVERY SUNDAY.
Superstar Divas. Bolivia Carmichaels, Honey Bea Hart, Topaz
Crawford, Isaiah Tillman, and guest stars perform your favorite pop, Broadway, and country hits. Dance floor opens after
the show. The Drag Queen Hunger Games are over, and the
shows must go on! Check out the newest and freshest Diva
hits. 8pm, CC Slaughters, 219 NW Davis. Free!
Ceremony at Black Book. Obscure Indie/Disco/Vinyl-only dance
party. DJ Travis Blue. 9pm, Black Book, 20 NW Third. Free.
EVERY MONDAY
Watch Drag Race at Local Lounge, The Rainbow Room, or
Scandals. (Lots of Drag Race parties.)
FIRST THURSDAYS
Portland Idol: (This is every Thursday) CJ Mickens teams with
Justin Buckles to give you 12 weeks of competitive, American
Idol-inspired performances. Theme changes week to week, but
the energy never does. Go see what hidden talents are unleashing
their gifts upon you. 9pm, Funhouse Lounge, 2432 SE Eleventh.
Dirt Bag. Keyword: Bruce LaBruiser. She’ll make all your musical dreams come true. Indie, pop, electro, all of it. Dance to
the gayest jams. 10pm, The Know, 2026 NE Alberta. Free.
Hip Hop Heaven. Bolivia Carmichaels hosts this hip-hop-heavy
soiree night every Thursday night at CCs. Midnight guest performers and shows. 9pm, CC Slaughters, 219 NW Davis. Free.
FIRST SATURDAYS
Maricón! Ill Camino rotates special guests and reinvents Crush
with his beloved once-monthly dance party. (Moisti will still make
cameos.) For homos and their homeys. 10pm, Crush,1400
SE Morrison. $3.
SECOND THURSDAYS
I’ve Got a Hole in My Soul. Three keywords, the most important
being: DJ Beyondadoubt. Others: soul, shimmy. 9pm, Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison. $5.
SECOND TUESDAYS
Bi Bar—every second Tuesday at Crush, and it’s an open,
bi-affirming space for music and mingling. Correction: Bi/Pan/
Fluid/Queer. 8pm, Crush, 1400 SE Morrison.
SECOND FRIDAYS
Slo Jams is a Queer Modern R&B & Neo Soul Dance Night
at Local Lounge. DJ II TRILL (TWERK) and DJ MEXXX-TAPE
lay down everything from Mary J // Jagged Edge// Keyshia to
Badu//Lauryn Etc. 10pm, Local Lounge, 3536 NE MLK. $5.
SECOND SATURDAYS
Hot Flash: Inferno. (Second and Fourth Saturdays) In the heart
of Portland is where the women are—dancing the night away
and burning up dance floors the second and fourth Saturdays
of every month at Trio. Welcoming all women, queers, and their
allies. 6pm-10pm, Trio, 909 E. Burnside.
Mrs.: The queen of theme welcomes its new hostess, Kaj-Anne
FRIDAY, MARCH 28
Chicken Strip celebrates its one year
anniversary. (Have your cake and eat it
too, queens.) We are here to LIVE, not
wither. Gather for the one year anniversary of this thing we call Chicken
Strip and help blast it off into another
year. And look who’s here: AMBROSIA SALAD (LA/SF). Featuring:
Melody Awesomazing (Host), Serendipity Jones, Bomb Ass Pussy, DieAna
Dae, Stacy Stl Lisa, House Of Aquarius.
Music: Dj Sappho (Lofty Deep House)
&Roy G Biv (Italian & French Disco set). I need a nap just thinking about it. 9:30pm, Funhouse Lounge, 2432 SE Eleventh. $5.
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Pepper! And dynamic DJ duo: Beyondadoubt and Ill Camino.
Costumes, photo booths, all the hits. 10pm, Mississippi Studios, 3939 N. Mississippi. $5.
THIRD WEDNESDAYS
Comedy at Crush: Belinda Carroll and a slew of locals rustle
up some funny. Special guests, and Crush’s signature cocktail
and food menus. Donations, sliding scale. (Comics have to eat
and drink, too!) Crush, 1400 SE Morrison.
Beat It at Black Book: Samuel Thomas has a beautiful new night
all for you at one of the city’s most exciting new(ish) venues. (Sundays are real, real gay.) A monthly event celebrating everything from
beards and tattoos to butch queens. Mark your calendars: THIRD
Sundays. Hosted by JC Powers, killer deejays. 7pm, Black Book,
20 NW Third. $3 (free if you have a mailed invite)
THIRD THURSDAYS
Polari. Troll in for buvare. Back-in-the-day language, music,
and elegance. An ease-you-into-the-weekend mixer. Bridge
Club boys make the music. Bridge and tunnel patrons have
no idea what to do with us when we pour in. Hint: it’s always
the Thursday we go to press. 10pm, Vault, 226 NW 12. Free.
THIRD FRIDAYS
Ruthless! Eastside deluxe. DJs Ill Camino, Rhienna. Come
welcome new resident deejay Rhienna and listen to the fiercest jams all night long. Keyword: cha cha heels. 10pm, Local
Lounge, 3536 NE MLK. $3.
THIRD SATURDAYS
Burlescape! Burlesque & boylesque wrapped in a taste of tease!
Zora Phoenix, Isaiah Esquire, Tod Alan. (And there’s more than
that, kids.) Zora is a treat and a treasure—and so are her shows.
Try one out! 9pm, Crush, 1400 SE Morrison. $10.
Gaycation all you ever wanted. DJ Charming always welcomes
special guests. (For January, Mary welcomes DJ K. Marie and
Troubled Youth.) Be early so you can actually get a drink.
Sweaty deliciousness, hottest babes. THE party. 9pm, Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison. $5.
FOURTH THURSDAYS
Monsteroki. You read it right. Gula Delgatto hosts an evening
involving her own special brand of karaoke. Sometimes she
decides the song, sometimes you do. (She sings! She dances!)
9pm, Crush, 1412 SE Morrison. $3.
FOURTH FRIDAYS
Twerk. DJs ILL Camino and II Trill. Keywords: bring your twerk.
The city’s longest-running queer hip hop/R&B party--where
artists, deejays, performers come to mix, mingle, and move
on the dance floor. Established fun, all night long. 9pm, Local
Lounge, 3536 NE MLK. $5.
FOURTH SATURDAYS
Blow Pony. Two giant floors. Wide variety of music, plenty of
room for dancing. Rowdy, crowdy, sweaty betty. 9pm, Rotture/
Branx, 315 SE 3. $5.
LAST THURSDAYS
Laid Out, Bridgetown’s newest gay dance party. Seriously, the
posters read: “gay dance party.” Deejays Gossip Cat and Pocket
Rock-It, with photos by Eric Sellers. 9pm, Holocene, 1001 SE
Morrison. $3 after 10pm.
FRIDAY, APRIL 4:
“New York” descends upon our fair city to
judge the H.B.I.C. Drag Ball. (Real thing!)
New York is in the damn house, children.
The original queen of reality TV. (There’s a
meet and greet portion, never fear.) Musical guests (Boy Funk and Rap Girl), deejays
(Nark, Ill Camino, and more), competitors
(Shitney Houston, Lulu Lusciouss, and many
more), portraits, photos, all of the things. $10
cover, $25 for the meet and greet portion.
8pm, Rotture, 315 SE Third. All your ticket/
event info is right here: http://www.strangertickets.com/events/13907946/the-hbicball-w-new-york-from-flavor-of-love.
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FEATURE
JENNIFER JAKO: “IT’S NOT ABOUT SUBTLETY OR SILENCE”
By Kat Endgame, PQ Monthly
For National HIV/AIDS Women and Girls Awareness
Day, I sat down with Jennifer Jako, a longtime HIV/AIDS
activist who lives in the Portland area. I wanted to talk to
her about her incredible story and get historical perspective on the HIV/AIDS crisis from a 90’s chick who has been
living and thriving with HIV.
As a young adult, Jennifer co-created a documentary
about the lives of HIV-positive youth called “Blood Lines”—
she also toured the country doing HIV/AIDS education, and
managed to find time to start her own design company, get
married, raise a child, and care for her backyard chickens.
You can join her for a showing of the Empowered
campaign video (a conversation between a group of five
HIV-positive women from across the U.S.—along with
Alicia Keys) at the Women and Girls Health Fair at PCC
Cascade March 22.
PQ Monthly: I want to give the readers a sense of where
you come from before getting into the history of your life as
an activist. Can you sum up of your life before you found
out that you were HIV-positive?
Jennifer Jako: I feel like I was born into activism. It seems
that ever since I was a little girl I was saving things. It started
really early protecting my sisters from our very abusive
father. Somehow innately there is this eternal optimist in me
that continually flew forward despite the really terrible situation I was in as a kid. When I was twelve years old, I came
home to find that the management group of the apartment
we were living in had decided to take power hoses to these
beautiful cliff swallows nests under the eaves of the complex, so there were fledglings and hatchlings littering the
muddy ground and shrieking swallows wondering where
their babies were. I and a gaggle of kids gathered together
as many fledglings as we could. I called the Audubon Society and before I know it I’m on the cover of the Denver Post
as the bird-saver girl.
PQ: So it started early?
JJ: It did. In high school I became very involved in protesting the first Gulf War. The idea that we could have a
draft in my time was horrifying to me. I wanted it to stop.
I walked in our local AIDS walk, I didn’t think of it as a disease that touched young people that I knew, but it was
important to me. I got involved in ACT UP fighting as part
of the No on 9 campaign. I started learning what worked
and what got attention. It definitely helped as I leapt into
the discovery of my own disease.
PQ: You’ve used your story about how you became
infected as a cautionary tale in your speaking—could you
give the nutshell version?
JJ: I was a pretty sheltered kid so I was in the process of
discovering everything—from what sorts of food I liked to
what my boundaries are. I ended up partying with a friend
in a situation where he and I never meant to have sex. We
were completely wasted and he wanted to have sex and I
didn’t. I remember clearly saying no, and I also remember
being so out of it that I didn’t really care what he did. The
next day, I remember that kind of broken, gut-wrenching
feeling of “Oh my God, I just had sex with my friend!” and
“How do we talk to each other about this?” We couldn’t
figure it out so there was complete silence until almost
ten months later when I accidently found out my positive test result.
PQ: That’s a lot to deal with. How did you find out you
were HIV-positive?
JJ: I was 18, about to start college and I knew I was going
to meet a lot of people so I thought “I’m going to get checked
out.” I’d only had a pap smear once before. I went and
talked to a nurse and she encouraged me to have an HIV
test because I’d had six partners. I didn’t like needles at all,
but I thought “I’m gonna have this test taken and then I
can motivate someone else to do the same.”
I skipped out of that office never thinking I had anything. I got the shock of my life two weeks later. I’ve never
had another sexually transmitted infection. I just got HIV.
I got something permanent—and at the time deadly. My
prognosis at the time of diagnosis was that I’d be lucky to
live healthy until I was 25.
At the time the life expectancy for women was about
7 years. I feel like the power to my story is the fact that
I didn’t have ver y many partners. There have been
many people in my life who had 50+ partners and didn’t
contract HIV, I had unprotected sex twice. Two times!
That’s really slim odds.
PQ: Those are very slim odds.
JJ: It only takes one time to infect. We have to establish
what is safe for us; everyone has a degree of risk that they
are willing to engage in, but I think unfortunately with HIV
a lot of people, myself included, option themselves out of
the risk. I’m sure it was communicated to me that HIV is a
disease that is sexually transmitted amongst humans, but
what I understood as a teenager was that it’s communicated
amongst gay men and IV drug users, neither of which I am.
Because of who I am I’ve been able to be a secret
weapon—especially in the early days when AIDS was not
a friendly subject. In conservative rural schools homosexuality couldn’t be mentioned and the word condom
couldn’t be said, but they were allowing us to talk about
HIV so that was a win.
PQ: So you were working with Cascade AIDS Project
locally. How did you get involved in national work?
JJ: Another HIV-positive young woman, Rebecca Guberman, and I went to a national youth conference organized
by the now-defunct National Association of Positive Youth.
There were 70 of us there and we were all speaking the
same story, and I was inspired to capture it as a film. That
was the birth of “Blood Lines,” the documentary film that
she and I collaborated on. It’s a kaleidoscopic view of what
it’s like to live with HIV as a young person. It’s a cautionary
but hopeful tale. We started it in ‘95 but didn’t finish it until
‘98. In ‘98 it started broadcasting on MTV and continued
over 4 years. I’ve heard from some people who saw it on
MTV as late as 2004.
PQ: How did the film getting picked up for heavy rotation impact your life and activism?
JJ: It seemed like there needed to be more of me. Once the
film was a viewable piece, I was rarely home. I toured college
campuses across the United States. I had a sponsorship from
the Kaiser Family Foundation, and student groups would
fundraise for plane tickets and maybe an honorarium. I would
usually speak at a college and then I would try and speak at
local high schools or at other programs that never have the
funding to bring a speaker in. I did two to four speeches at each
place I was brought in. I’m glad this all happened when I was
young, and I had a lot of energy. I barely kept it all together.
When there wasn’t enough money I’d work a temp job for a few
days. It was very hard, but there was also this knowledge that
I was getting the message out to literally millions of people.
As a teenager my message was getting to hundreds of
people. With the film all of a sudden it was millions—they
believe the viewership of “Blood Lines” was 12 million a
year while it was being broadcast. That’s huge! To have that
much of a voice as an activist is incredible. We had an 800
number at the outset of the showing of the film on TV and
I know for a fact over 180,000 kids called the number to get
information about safer sex.
PQ: Damn!
JJ: In Italian there’s this expression “...and now I can
die...” I’ve always thought that about the film, if I never
did another thing than reach those viewers, now I could
die. As a young person I made that film in a place of anticipating my own death. That passionate self-effacing work
happened because I knew I wasn’t going to be around very
long, and I needed to help prevent HIV/AIDS from entering others’ lives.
PQ: The last 30 years of HIV/AIDS activism has produced
some radical changes in how our culture talks about HIV
and AIDS. How is it completely different than when you
first got involved with the struggle?
JJ: I see greatly reduced stigma around HIV and AIDS. In
the early 90’s I had a job in a deli and I was let go because
they wouldn’t want their clients to find out their sandwich
was being prepared by someone with HIV. That’s very different from today where people are a little more informed
and there is more acceptance. Mind you people are still
getting fired from their jobs, but I do think that the misperceptions and the overall stigmatization of the disease have
been reduced. It’s fantastic that we’ve made those kinds
of inroads.
Another big difference is the digital age. It’s a much faster
and more effective way of disseminating information. My
initial activism was very much in the trenches, person to
person work. Today there’s the beauty of Twitter which is
accessible to people of all socioeconomic backgrounds.
Today great actions can be taken by the disenfranchised
because of that access to technology.
PQ: What advice would you give to the next generation
of HIV/AIDS activists?
JJ: Pimp this thing! Put neon lights underneath it! Give
it hydraulics! It needs flashing lights. It needs to be in bold.
It’s not about subtlety or silence. Silence and subtlety did
absolutely nothing for us in all this time. Amongst a young
population we have to keep talking about this, we cannot
have this complacency that it’s treatable. We cannot have
this complacency that people are living longer. The fact is
that not everyone succeeds. The fact is that I am not going
to die of old age, I am going to succumb to one of the side
effects from these toxic drugs I pump into myself every
day. That’s not pretty.
We’ve lost the traction of the prognosis of the early days
that struck such an incredible fear in people, of contracting this disease. People still need to remember that it only
takes one risky decision to infect, that you are still vulnerable and this isn’t just disease light. There is a lot involved in
maintaining one’s health with HIV and it’s lifelong. There’s
no going back. We need to be more present. We’re living in
an age that is keeping us from being present, from taking
care of the health of our bodies. The more distracted we
are the easier it is for this disease to get in. We need young
people to understand that we are still at the same place
that we were before we had treatment.
We need to stop the transmissions, that’s the only way
we’re gonna win.
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Dear Monika/Gula,
I’m a gay man in my mid-twenties. I met a man and fell madly in love with him last November; however, recently
our relationship has had some serious turmoil. The crux of the issue is that I want to put a label on our relationship—
basically, to say whether or not we are boyfriends—and he wants to stay completely unlabeled. I want to know that
this relationship means as much to me as it does to him; he’s told me that he’s frustrated that I “can’t meet him where
he’s at” in regards to being unlabeled. I don’t want to lose him in my life, but I also don’t want our relationship to exist
in the grey zone. What’s reasonable to him and I to expect from each other here?
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I am our resident anti-labeler, but I’ve totally been where
you sit before. It’s the chair basically everyone sits in at
some point, but I swear to gay Jesus there’s a broken spring
and it’s probably missing some stuffing. It’s also leather
so it squeaks a bit, and you’ve gotta clean it with a special
cleaner... OK the metaphor got away from me, but suffice
to say that many people want to be able to say the words,
“This is my boyfriend/girlfriend.” It’s part convenience,
because it’s quite difficult to explain a no-labels relationship, and it’s part about emotions. You say you want to know
that the relationship means as much to him as it does you,
and that tells me there is, to you, a special emotional connection you have to the word “boyfriend.” That’s OK, by
the way, but he may or may not have the same connection.
Let’s say your boo has a strong connection to the word, but
is avoiding it because of that. Typically the Advice Industrial
Complex would demand I label him a, “commitment-phobe”
and tell you to ultimatum his ass, in a distinctly unsexy way,
into either being “official” or take your sexy self to the net looking for your next mate. But, I hate labels and “Big Advice,” so
I think it’s more complicated than that. Dealing with someone who is “afraid” of commitment takes a sensitive hand if
you actually care about them. Maybe it’s time for a non-accusational chat and really work to see his side. He may have
past trauma, or you just may learn something about your
boo. Often these things are less about the labels and more
about more complicated emotions or concerns a person has.
However, there are those, like me, who just prefer no
labels and no-expectations that haven’t been specifically
detailed out. Labels can come with unsaid expectations
and lead to arguments and turmoil because one person
assumed “boyfriend” meant something the other didn’t.
They can also come with possessiveness and jealousy he
may be worried about. You worry your relationship doesn’t
mean as much to him, but it absolutely could labels or not.
A label doesn’t guarantee emotional meaning, as I’ve had
fiancées, girlfriends, boyfriends, and no-label-ers alike for
whom our relationships meant nothing.
Ultimately, anyone who insists they don’t want labels on
relationships has to be ready for a lot of communication to
square expectations and know you both are on the same
page. Gay sit down, have a gay talk, and gay work it out. If
he can’t have a conversation with you about expectations,
emotions, and what you mean to each other, then you need
to change things up faster than you can alt-tab at work.
Love,
MHz
Heartache,
Gula
Gay, straight, trans, bi, cis-gendered, race, misogyny, sugar-free, gluten-free, mechanically separated meat, made in
China…BOYFRIENDS. So many labels out there! Labels are
great to know instant information—and knowledge is comforting. It sounds like you need that label for comfort and
security. Your boyfriend might have had that label in the past
and someone might have ripped that sticker label off and it
left that sticky goo behind. Maybe he needs to clean that goo
off before he reapplies that sticker again or maybe he is just
label-free. What if he wants to wear the “free range” stamp?!
You will have to have that scary “Where are we going?” conversation and make a label because that’s reasonable for
everyone… Everyone should feel comfy and safe. I hope he
will read this and want to make his partner happy and safe.
TV Time: The other day on that show “Looking,” Patrick
accidentally uses the term boyfriend to Richie (his new relationship) and Richie’s response was a cute joke, and questioned “Is that what I am? Your boyfriend?” that made Patty
squirm a bit and secondguess his footing. But the next
morning Richie went to the store and got him a necklace,
as a token of his affection and with grown-up words said
he would be happy to be his man. That is something I wish
for you (and I…a man that gives jewelry).
There was a time I was smitten with a boy, at first we would
go do stuff—soon we were hanging out all the time! People
started talking about us and we started sleeping together. To
me, it was too good to be true—so I never asked the “What
are we?” question. I wanted to know but he never brought it
up and I didn’t want to ruin what I had. I wish I did.
We spent a good year together enjoying each other’s
company. Until one night we were hanging out with close
friends and “our relationship” came up. And he casually set
the record straight with a little “Oh no, we’re just hanging
out, we are just really good friends.” I died inside a little.
But it was partly my fault for not getting what I needed—a
label. I learned an important lesson.
Heartache, there should be a warning label on all relationships—from friends to family—but there isn’t. I want
you to look at your man and really try to listen to what he
says about his reasons for not wearing the “lover” label.
Listen to his fears, feelings, and then you can decide if you
can live with what you have; try to meet in the middle with
the label “SOLD AS IS” or you could just tell him, “Look. You
are my man and that’s it. Start ordering the wedding china.”
Smack that boyfriend label right on his forehead. But you
have to be open to the possibility you just might not like
what you hear—or his reaction.
Kisses,
Gula
Need some advice from Monika and Gula? Send your query — with “Whiskey & Sympathy” in the subject line — to [email protected].
Monika MHz is a DJ, queer trans Latina, and a feminist/Xicanista whose relationship status is “it’s complicated” with dubstep. Kinky, prudish, sexty, or cyber;
survival, straight, queer, gay, double queer (with a trans woman), or lesbian — if
it’s sex, or a mistake, she’s been there, done that. Monika is an activist working
hard for marginalized populations and runs a program offering in-home HIV testing for trans women. When not writing, she’s probably off somewhere making
a dick joke or peeing while sitting down, like a champ.
Gula Delgatto’s life began in a small rural farming town in Romaina. She was
scouted singing in a rocky field picking potatoes by a producer of a “Mickey
Mouse Club” type ensemble. While touring the Americas the group fell apart
due to jealousies and drugs. She later transitioned from Vaudeville to starring
on the big screen to woman’s prison, and eventually advised the Dali Lama on
fashion n-stuff. Currently she’s taking her life knowledge and giving back in
an advice column for PQ.
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FEATURE
THE LADY CHRONICLES
Thanks for the Gay, OCA (Part II)
By Daniel Borgen, PQ Monthly
2004: Springtime, precisely ten years
ago—I’m freshly unemployed, living at home
with my parents in hopes of getting my bearings. I’m detached from any notion of queer
community; I’m political, certainly, and I definitely participate in the gay scene (long nights
on Stark or at Embers, which really used to be
a great place to find beautiful suitors), but I’m
nearly anti-activist. I don’t see the value in all
the do-gooding. I’m still dealing with remnants of shame—shame about who I am,
who I sleep with, where I came from. A United
Pentecostal Church.
2014: I’ve spent more years out of that
cultish quagmire than I ever spent in it—
but it’s always here, whispering in my ear,
tapping my shoulder, cropping up in the
unlikeliest of places. I do not just abide it,
I listen to it. The whispers remind me how
far I’ve come. Like your crazy aunt who
rails against the “climate change hoax”
during Thanksgiving dinner, or the one who
wants to set you up on a “nice date with her
lady friend,” that part of my past serves as
self-congratulatory fodder. Look at how far
you’ve come. Be proud of yourself. Progress.
1994: I’m in the death throes of high
school, still beholden to my church family.
United Pentecostals do lots of things that
sort of stick with you forever. My church’s
parishioners were big advocates of Measure 9 and the OCA, and the “homosexual
agenda” is still talked about often. At the
height of the Measure 9 campaign, a small
group of us drove down to Salem in a big
blue Buick to meet Lon Mabon and to procure “anti-gay agenda” materials. One by
one, we shook his hand and thanked him
for his godly crusade. We got videos outlining the “vile gay agenda,” videos that
showed Pride parades and gay men nancing
about on city streets. These videos would
become masturbatory material for months
to come, playing a vital role in my sexual
awakening.
2004: If you’re not careful, with unemployment comes lethargy and weight gain.
I’m more depressed about leaving my job
than I ever thought I’d be, and I medicate
myself with greasy foodstuffs, beer, and
liquor. I go to Starbucks four times a day,
delighted the state doesn’t ask for itemized
receipts before cutting my next unemployment check. It’s early March, and my friend
Kristen calls me to tell me Multnomah
County started issuing marriage licenses
to homos, and something stirs my soul.
Gay people getting married? I can’t fathom
it, nothing so tangible has ever been on my
radar. I dash over to my friend’s house as
fast as my now-portly body can move, and
we quickly fashion homemade signs and
posters. A pro-marriage protest.
2014: Due to some insurance-related
issues, I switch primary care physicians.
I’m in an exam room with my new doctor,
and we spend an
hour talking about
my life and medical history; she’s
furiously typing
notes. I talk about
how the anti-depressant probably saved my
life last summer, and she grills me about my
upbringing. Peoples’ eyes always widen and
I feel like I’m Lindsay Lohan on Oprah when
I talk about my church. They did what? You
did what? They spoke in what? Tongues. You
can have all the sedatives you need, dear.
1994: I like to joke about how Lon Mabon
made me gay, but I know he didn’t really do
it. I understand my queerness transcends
such a little, despicable man (maybe give
Scott Lively some credit, too). All that talk in
and around my church about homosexuals,
all those videos I watch, all the campaign
material I read—they absolutely awaken
something in me. It’s around this time I
discover the City Nightclub, Just Out, Peacock in the Park, Balloons on Broadway—
all manner of gay Portland.
2014: I can’t help but wonder when I
would have met my sexuality head on without all those influences. Would I have followed through and become the missionary
my pastor wanted me to be? Would I have
married the girl my church told me I was “destined to”? Once, during an altar call (where
you’re down front and everyone’s laying
hands on you), I was told I would become a
wildly successful spiritual leader and I would
bring “thousands to the Lord.” I disappointed
many people when I abandoned my faith.
Sometimes I still feel their disappointment.
This also marks the first time in my life I’ve
ever referred to it as “my faith.”
2004: There are news cameras, protestors, gays wrapped around city blocks. My
friends and I are standing face-to-face with
angry Christians; we’re holding our “God
Hates Shrimp” signs which quote Leviticus. It’s days of this—I’m unemployed, with
all the time in the world. The marrying has
emboldened me; I’m using years of indoctrination and Biblical smarts to outwit the
idiots who object. One after another, I’m
in faces, hollering about hate and context
and bemoaning their lack of comprehension. I’m face-to-face with my upbringing,
purging it. The protestors are stand-ins for
my pastors, relatives, the OCA. And I am
letting them have it.
2014: I don’t know if it was the crazy pills
I took; I’m not sure if peace and wisdom
simply come with age and time; but I’m
a fairly well-adjusted gay man, one who’s
spent his fair share of time working for the
cause, building community. I still enjoy an
adult beverage and our wondrously diverse
nightlife. This is the year marriage will probably become a reality in Oregon, and I have
to pinch myself. How many people get to
see so much change in their lifetime? Not
many. We’re lucky.
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LOOKING: “I’D CERTAINLY SIT ON HIS LAP IN A BATHHOUSE”
Continued from page 16
—San Francisco! I will miss seeing my favorite city by ruin), there is absolutely nothing like the magic of dating
to Richie’s every whim), Patty has managed—in just one
season—to sum up all the poor dating choices I’ve made in the sea on the silver screen. The show bathes me in nostal- someone in those beginning days, when it’s all discovery
my life. (OK, almost all.) I can’t wait to see what he does with a gia, and makes me recall everything from trips as a closeted and sweetness and adventure. Whether or not it turns into
second season. Did I mention I find Patrick wildly attractive? gay youth—who was attending Bible College in a nearby hell on earth is sort of beside the point. I’ll take it every time
—Hating Agustin: As anyone who’s ever met me can town—to more recent adventures with friends who now they give it to me.
attest, I love a Latino man. But my God, I love to hate Agus- call it home. From Folsom to the Castro to the Mission and
—Patty’s family: Can we have an hour-long special dedtin. His complete breakdown and subsequent downward beyond, “Looking” has me feining for the bay. I’ve already icated to this dysfunction? Mom’s on pot Rice Krispy Treats
spiral have been so completely
and antidepressants and turns
compelling to watch—I can’t turn
the table on Patty’s projection. Is
away, even though I really want
it our job to reach out to parents
to. (I do a lot of screaming at my
or is it theirs?
television.) Did he self-destruct
That’s why I like this show
because moved in with Frank?
so much—it quietly asks tough
Was he headed that direction
questions, nudging you ever so
anyway? Let’s face it—he’s hard
slightly—and as has been said
to watch. (Superb acting.) Two
repeatedly now, begs for introthings: I have been where he is
spection. I might not want all my
in relation to Frank, and I have
shows like this, but I sure don’t
definitely been where Frank is.
want this one to change. More
Splits are nasty, gritty, and almost
than any other show before it, it
always hit below the belt. Like
questions who we are as gay men.
Craig Seymour argued in The
And I welcome it.
Advocate, this show provides the
In terms of critiques, I’ll
impetus for introspection—and
give you one. For an “untrained
perhaps no one more than sweet
bottom,” Patty sure knew his way
Agustin.
around unscheduled office sex.
—P.S. Who the hell would ever
What’d they use? Spit? And he was
sabotage anything with Frank?
just ready to go after a long day of
Idiot.
work and eating Dom’s chicken? I
—Feeling ambivalent about
don’t know about you, but I have
Dom: It’s hard for me to feel sorry
a window of opportunity to work
for an absolute hunk like Dom, There is absolutely nothing like the magic of dating someone in those beginning days, when it’s all discovery and sweetness and adventure. Whether or not it turns into hell on with during workdays and after
but “Looking” sure makes me try. earth is sort of beside the point.
meals. But I digress. Back to my
His unfulfilled dreams! He’s so old! (But has no problem on planned one trip for April, and it probably won’t be my last. neverending “Looking” love:
the Grindr.) I will miss his screen time with “Quantum Leap” The city should consider sharing its gay profits with Andrew
I’m sorry the boys aren’t standing in a kitchen in their bras
and I’ll miss his sassy best friend, who in and of herself dis- Haigh and Michael Lannan.
screaming at each other while vacationing in the Hamptons;
—Episodes like number five—wherein the entire 31 min- sorry there’s no Jack McFarland to give you all the LOLs;
pels the myth that gay men “get over” their female companions at a certain age. True friendships evolve, like theirs has. utes is dedicated to the fledgling relationship between Patty sorry there’s no mystical Brian Kinney to get you all hot and
Or are they both co-dependent? No one knows. But I want and Richie, an entire episode dedicated to a lazy, impromptu bothered. If you’re bored, “Queer as Folk” is now available
day between two lovers. I am, as my friend Ryan says, “a real to stream in its entirety on Netflix.
to taste Dom’s chicken.
—“Quantum Leap” and “Enterprise.” I love Scott Bakula, lez” for loving this episode so much, and so be it. Having just
been through something similar (although it ended in utter
and I’d certainly sit on his lap in a bathhouse.
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STYLE DECONSTRUCTED: HOUSE OF AQUARIUS
By Michael Talley and Eric Sellers, PQ Monthly
In a city teaming with fashion, personal expression, and trend setters, I wanted to get into the heads
of some of Portland’s stylish LGBTQ icons. To me style
is not made in magazines, malls or on television; it’s
personal. This is the reason behind this style deconstruction.
This month’s style deconstruction is the amazing
house of Aquarius. The house of Aquarius is made up
of many talented and uber-stylish dancers—at this
year’s LOVE BALL, held last month, house of Aquarius swept several of the categories and also took the
trophy for “Haus of the Moment.” Because of this I
just had to find out more about these young beauties taking over the dance scene here in Portland. –
Michael Talley
Name: House of Aquarius
Age: Ancient
Occupation: Dancers, Tree Guides
PQ: What age were you when you realized style
mattered? Explain: Idols, musicians, peers.
HoA: Style is probably something you always know
is important. You just don’t have a choice to explore
that until you grow out of your pocketless flare jeans.
We are really inspired by any character in pretty much
any Spike Lee movie made before 1990, Zebra Katz,
and that time Madonna had a live orgy on stage.
PQ: Who gives you a style boner today?
HoA: Our friends.
PQ: What is most valued article of clothing you
have purchased? Why?
HoA: 7 yards of black jersey we’ve cut and repurposed into the cheapest witch gear you’ve ever DIY’ed
and a collection of every old lady church pantsuit unisex onesies.
PQ: Do you wear jewels? What accessories are a must-have in your closet?
HoA: Black lipstick. Fur. Head wrap. Black paint. Gold paint. Silver body paint.
PQ: Smells? Are you all natural? Soaps? Sprays? Discuss. We want to know brands!
HoA: House of Aquarius collectively smell like weed, lavender, that little cedar stick thing
that Will burns to make his room smell like a Naturopathic office, sweat, and Dr. Bronners.
PQ: The soundtrack of your closet, List 4 songs on your Style EP?
HoA: “G.U.Y.” by Lady GaGa, “Pacify Me” by FKA Twigs, “Younger” by Seinabo Sey, and
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“Trick Pony” by Charlotte Gainsburg.
PQ: EAT, DRINK, SCENE. What do you nosh?
What’s your sip? Where are your haunts?
HoA: We’re often at Sweet Hereafter because it’s
the only place where you can get food late at night
that doesn’t smell like diabetes or my high school
cafeteria. You can usually find us at Holocene, Black
Book, or any queer party where the music is good
and the floors only moderately slippery. We drink
whiskey sours (even though everybody but Joseph
thinks they’re gross), wine, and Cooper’s mystery
replenishing vitamin juice.
PQ: Shoes! What do you have? What do you need?
Brands, color, styles? Let’s talk shoes.
HoA: Converse, Docs, heels that can take a good
coat of spray paint. Barefoot covered in mud.
PQ: Forever young! I wanna be forever young.
What do you slather and slop on to pamper yourself?
Give me when, what, where, when, why.
HoA: Coconut oil, glitter, sunshine. A smile and
appreciation of the world around you will keep you
from aging better than any cream.
PQ: You have a time machine. Go back in time
and get/do anything from/in any era. What would
you get, where, and when?
HoA: We’d time machine back to be some of
Prince’s dancers but we’re not coming back.
PQ: You’re going to a party. You stop by the market.
What do you buy?
HoA: A bottle of wine and rolling papers.
PQ: You’re going on vacation! Where would you
go? What one item is a must bring?
HoA: Brazil or Africa or somewhere there’s more
brown people than trees.
PQ: Who’s you favorite artist, fashion designer,
musician and why?
HoA: Missy Elliott. Alexander McQueen, Erykah Badu, Jonte Moaning. Because they
show the true importance of loving yourself first, then running through your dreams with
star crushed heels second.
PQ: What’s your most irritating fashion faux pas?
HoA: Sequined ugh boots and fear.
PQ: Where are some of your favorite places to shop?
HoA: American Eagle, Aeropostale, and Dress Barn. Just kidding. It’s Portland. We all
shop at the bins. And if we don’t shop at the bins, the people we buy our clothes from
probably do.
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Lately I’ve been working to better my
own mental and physical health. That
means eating better, sleeping more regularly, and being more regular with my autoimmune meds. Central to that concern,
though, is stepping up my previous workout plan to be harder and a bit more intense.
Not that I’m in bad shape, in fact on a good
day my thick thighs are enough to make me
feel good about myself — and make me feel
like I’m sufficiently rejecting beauty standards that weren’t meant for women as sexy
as this chica. [What’s up, ladies?]
But I digress. Working out has become
a big central focus, and as has been some
things I’ve known — but rarely think about
— from more than a decade living trans
have kind of been brought to the forefront
of my mind. Oh hey, look at that, it’s timely.
Chloie Jönsson, the fan-yourself, swoon-inducing trans woman athlete, was denied
entry into the women’s CrossFit Games due
to what CrossFit thinks is those silly queers
not understanding biology. “The fundamental, ineluctable fact is that a male competitor who has a sex reassignment procedure still has a genetic makeup that confers a physical and physiological advantage over women,” the folks who are ‘definitely’ biology professors at CossFit proclaimed. Even getting serious in their letter
reminding us that they totally aren’t bigoted
as people who are doing something awful
are prone to do, “Our decision has nothing
to do with ‘ignorance’ or being bigots — it
has to do with a very real understanding of
the human genome, of fundamental biology, that you are either intentionally ignoring or missed in high school.” Elsewhere,
Fallon Fox lost her bout with Ashlee EvansSmith because... Fox had an advantage?
I don’t want to dive too far into that
because, as always I’m interested in something often overlooked. We’re always talking
about competition and fitness at the highest levels, but we often forget the young
trans women who might just want to get fit.
Fitness has long been a focus in my life, but
it’s never been about training to the limits of
human potential, but just feeling good about
myself and my body. I probably work out for
the same reasons most people end up putting in an hour a day at the gym. But there’s
the kicker: I’ve rarely been to a gym in my
life, I’ve never taken a Phys Ed. class, and
hell, I’ve never even gone swimming since
middle-school. I’ve never done any of those
things because of the terror that comes with
being a trans woman in a fitness environment. Let’s be clear on a couple of things, that
terror isn’t just mine, it’s everyone else’s too.
Hearing the way people talk about Chloie
and Fallon just
reminds me
that people are
upfront terrified of a trans
woman’s presence in general, but in a fitness environment it skyrockets for some reason. Perhaps they imagine trans women are somehow super powered and people fear strong
women, I don’t know, but it’s true that a
trans woman in some workout pants and a
leg press just doesn’t seem to sit well with
the general public. And the decisions we
make at the highest levels of competition
have impacts for the young women who just
wanna get their squat on. We’ve all heard the
stories that make the news, the locker room
stories of trans women. But for each one of
those that makes the news because of the
scandal that women have diverse bodies,
there is a trans woman who is denied access
to a gym facility at all, or who is kicked out
because someone discovered her secret.
Trans women who refuse to use the locker
room facilities are still at risk of being asked
to leave or work out somewhere else, if their
trans-ness becomes public knowledge.
As is always the case, trans women are
expected to leave or be denied entry at any
place for the comfort of others. And we can
view this general rule of thumb across the
board in just about all the ways society interacts with us. Next time you see a big issue
surrounding just about anything involving
a trans woman, ask yourself, “is she being
expected to put everyone else’s comfort
ahead of her own, even at the expense of
her own health (mental or otherwise)?”
Nearly every major complaint I’ve got
about this stuff has its roots right there. I’m
always expected to be super sensitive and
accommodating, which I do, but no one will
budge even an inch.
Look, I don’t mind accommodating to
a degree because I live in the real world,
and we aren’t going to radically deconstruct
the system any time soon, but it just seems
absurd that lost in all these questions of
locker rooms, saunas, and high level competitions is a simple question of whether or
not we believe trans women should actually be allowed participation in our community/society.
And there it is, a hard-to-see repercussion of the “dangerous” trans woman stereotype. It denies us the ability to participate in even the simplest parts of living in
the western world, even something stupid
like going to a gym. The world can be a
pretty alienating place when you’re deemed
too alien to participate. I’d say I’d see you at
the gym, but you probably couldn’t handle
this ass in yoga pants anyway.
Monika MHz is a queer trans Latina who makes her way as a Portland-based House music
producer/DJ, activist, and writer. Practicing radical love through music, she believes in the
transformative nature of music and its real substantive and cultural power to save lives. You
can find Monika online at monikamhz.com and @MonikaMHz.
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WING MA’AM: FIND LOVE IN A HOPEFUL PLACE
By Shaley Howard, PQ Monthly
friends, double dating, etc.) rather than mainly focusing on
the hook-up aspects like Grindr does.”
Are you looking for love in all the wrong places? Have
Since Wing Ma’am’s launch about two months ago, it
you been trying to find the LGBT women’s scene but con- already has over 12,000 users on iOS—plus Android will be
tinually only end up frustrated and all alone on a Saturday launching the app shortly. It’s also the only app out there that
night—watching L-Word reruns and eating pints of Salt N focuses on community rather than just dating, in hopes it can
Straw? Or perhaps you’re thinking the
benefit both single people as well as
only way to meet other LGBT women
people in relationships.
is to join a Rose City Softball team?
One delighted user, Lacie Cocia,
Well put that mitt down, stop trying
exclaimed, “It’s so hard to meet
on those ridiculously tight polyeswomen and this app makes it so easy.”
ter umpire shorts, and get ready—
With app features ranging from
there’s a new app in town called Wing
highlighting local LGBT events, club
Ma’am (www.wingmaam.com)—a
scenes, happy hours, monthly queers
new, free location-based social netparties and festivals to covering perworking app specifically made for
sonal dating, double dating, friendLGBT ladies.
ship and hookups—this app conThe creator of Wing Ma’am, Ariella
nects women with other women in
Furman, said she was frustrated with
the community—while keeping them
the challenges of finding the LGBT Wing Ma’am is like Grindr for the ladies--only it’s better!
informed. And it works everywhere.
Women’s community. She saw her gay
Simply changing the zip code on the
male friends could use apps like Grindr—the world’s largest app allows users to check out women from all over the
all-male location-based social network—and easily find guys world. That’s so very Scruff of it.
who were also gay within a hundred feet. She was completely
Furman had more to say about Wing Ma’am: “Right now
amazed by Grindr. When she learned there was no female many LGBT women often feel isolated, have trouble meeting
alternative, she was a little offended and dumbfounded. Why other like-minded women and find that information about
did her gay male friends have access to seemingly every- events can be fragmented. The goal of the Wing Ma’am is to
thing—bars, hookups, the apps, etc., yet it continues to be connect, empower and unify the LGBT women’s community.”
incredibly difficult for LGBT women to connect?
If you are a single lady looking to find the right partSo she decided to create an alternative app similar to ner, you’re in luck—this app places a lot more emphasis
Grindr but designed specifically for LGBT women.
on deeper questions like: Where do you see yourself in 10
“I decided to keep some features of Grindr, but also years? What are your fears? What are you good and bad at
make it different since women and men like to connect doing? Since we all know how many women out there absodifferently. The initial concept of Wing Ma’am was to keep lutely love to go into great detail and process deeper, more
it more like a community app (with events, options to find meaningful things—this might be the app for all of them.
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Although the dating portion of this app does focus more
on substantial, meaningful relationship questions—I just
have to declare: There’s nothing wrong with the casual hookups, am I right?! (All the Grindr boys are yelling, “Hell yes!”)
And the people at Wing Ma’am also seem to agree because
in addition to the categories of “dating,” “double dating,” and
“friendship”—there’s also a “let’s hookup” category for those
women out there that just wanna play. Love this!
If all of these dating options are not enough for you,
Wing Ma’am also has an entire calendar of events so you
can know everything that’s going on locally—and even in
other cities. You can even start your own event and post it
on the app for all other LGBT women to see and attend.
“Seriously, I do not think I have to tell you how groundbreaking this is for LGBT women,” said Jenna Hogue, Wing
Ma’am user.
Wing Ma’am clearly has the LGBT women represented
and covered—it seems they’ve thought of virtually everything and everyone. Whether you’re searching for upcoming events, looking to date, hookup or find some new
friends, this app will pretty much do everything except
locate the nearest U-Haul facility when you meet your
princess charming.
And one more thing, Wing Ma’am is starting a volunteer
program for anyone wanting to donate their time in helping
spread the word about this new resource for LGBT women.
“Volunteers get to hand out flyers and post online which
is a great way to meet new people and have a little fun on
the side. Plus they get to add ‘Wing Ma’am Ambassador’ to
their resume,” Furman said.
So what are you waiting for? You’ve been looking to connect, hookup or possibly volunteer for a while so isn’t it time
to check out Wing Ma’am? For all information about dating,
events and volunteering go to www.wingmaam.com.
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1) In the Japanese American Historical
Plaza of Waterfront Park, a boy of perhaps
twelve leans against a sculpture, his knee
bent to rest his foot casually behind him. He
wears a black hoodie, a white helmet, and
a black cloth over his face to hide his identity. He’s here on a sunny Saturday morning
with about two hundred others to demonstrate against a white nationalist scheduled to occur this morning in downtown
Portland. The only problem is that he, nor
anyone else present, seems to know where
those white nationalists are.
2) It is 11:20 AM, which is much too early
for a ska band; there is one blasting over the
loudspeaker anyway, attracting the curiosity of a few Saturday Market patrons. A
few people mill around with signs (“White
Flower!” “I’ve Got 99 Problems And White
Supremacy is All of Them”), others with red
flags held above their heads. In an interesting display of modern activist aesthetics, over half of the crowd are clad in black
denim skinny jeans; many have bandanas
over their faces, their eyes darting about the
crowd nervously.
“We are getting live updates on the location of the White Man March,” a woman
says in between the ska band’s songs, “and
we will announce it soon.”
By my count, all but about fifteen of the
assembled protesters are visibly white.
3) “I heard on social media that there
would be a white supremacist rally here
today,” a woman named Leigh tells me,
“and because I’m staunchly anti-fascist, I
decided I would come and try to disrupt it.”
She is effusively happy, her pink-lipsticked
smile lighting up her face, the very model
of a rad, queer, intersectionality-minded
activist. “I’m from Atlanta, and both of my
parents did a great job teaching me that
racism is a real thing and not some distant
memory that we’ve moved past. It was a
huge part of my education.”
“Moving to Portland, though,” she continues thoughtfully, “people really love to
protest. They love to talk about how much
they know about anti-racism. It’s quite different than in Atlanta.”
Her eyes widen; I turn to see a crowd of
men entirely clad in black walking into the
crowd with dead serious scowls on their faces.
“Wait!” she exclaims, “Are those the Nazis!?”
“No,” her friend says, “false alarm.”
Leigh laughs at her error. “This is what
I’ve been asking myself every five minutes!”
She says, grinning. “You can’t tell where the
white male anti-racists begin and the Nazis
end, so to speak.”
4) A tangible sense of unrest is present
in the crowd. Factions are clear—the queer
activists standing in a colorfully-clad group,
a handful of spectators standing in twos
and threes on the outskirts of the demonstrations speaking quietly to one another,
the black-clad bandana-wearing folks not
talking to anyone. As I move through the
crowd, a man follows me about fifteen
paces behind. Each time I turn around, he
snaps photos of me.
5) “Why should I believe you when you
say you’re a journalist?” a woman holding
a red flag asks me. Her eyes are filled with
the justified paranoia of an exhausted activist, underlined with heavy bags. “You don’t
have a press pass.”
My hand runs along the cord around
my neck, pulls out the laminated pass with
my photo with “PRESS” printed along the
bottom that has tucked itself into my jacket.
She looks at it suspiciously, turns it over,
looks back up at me. “How do I know you
didn’t just make this yourself?”
“Well,” I reply, “I helped found the newspaper, so in a sense I did make it myself.”
We look at each other, the corners of her
mouth pulling down towards the bricks
below, the weary gears in her head turning. I don’t get the sense that her activist
training told her what to do in this situation.
6) “I was honestly afraid to walk up to
the demonstration,” a self-identified queer
Latina woman tells me. “I couldn’t see any
other people of color here. From across the
street, I couldn’t tell if I was walking into the
nazi protest or the counterprotest!”
7) “We are still waiting to find out where
the Nazis are,” a woman tells the crowd over
a loudspeaker to a crowd that has shrunken
notably over the last twenty minutes. “We
will march soon.” Near her, numerous cardboard signs lay in piles on the ground—
“The Cake Is A Lie,” one reads cryptically,
almost covered by another reading “Free
Wifi.” Behind the speaker, an Asian family
takes a picture of their daughter striking
a pose on the waterfront, impervious to
the demonstration unfolding right behind
them as they snap photos.
I turn to walk away, see the photographer
who has tailed me take one more photo
before scurrying back into the crowd. As I
walk away up Davis Street, I see one more
piece of cardboard sitting on the ground,
this one too with paint still wet—“Baby! I
went home,” it reads in a generous scrawl.
“I’ll see you there.”
Nick Mattos is a writer for PQ Monthly and El Hispanic News who doesn’t like
Nazis either. Reach him at [email protected].
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COMMUNITY
MUSIC
LOCAL BUSINESS
PORTLAND WOMEN’S CRISIS LINE: NOT
JUST FOR WOMEN, NOT JUST A LINE
PWCL employs a Direct Service Advocate who works with adults impacted by the sex industry. This advocate accompanies Outside In’s mobile medical van to the Clackamas Service Center.
Founded in 1973, the Portland Women’s Crisis Line is
one of the five oldest sexual violence crisis lines in the
country. As its statistics demonstrate, the organization’s
services are still all too necessary.
In 2013, PWCL answered just under 22,000 calls. Three
quarters of those regarded domestic violence, while four
percent regarded sexual violence.
Assisting LGBTQ identified callers is a priority at PWCL,
and a skill that’s evolved over its lifetime, says executive
director Rebecca Nickels.
“The Portland Women’s Crisis Line has a history of being
led by queer identified women, as do many of our sister
agencies,” Nickels says. “However, it wasn’t until the 1990’s
that our movement began to understand and think about
how to respond to LGBTQ survivors. I suppose folks working to end violence against women didn’t want to acknowledge that sometimes, women batter and assault. We now
understand that domestic and sexual violence can occur
in any relationship.”
PWCL’s most recent strides in LGBTQ inclusivity have
involved increased competency and understanding regarding the needs of trans survivors.
“In the last four years, I’d say that our understanding of
serving transgender women has expanded, and we better
understand how it’s more difficult for trans survivors to
access medical and social services because of trans ignorance and phobia,” Nickels says.
Nickels, who is herself queer identified, says that PWCL’s
staff is trained in supporting trans survivors during a sexual
assault forensic exam, and that the basic advocacy training
that all of the group’s service volunteers complete includes
a session on gender and sexual minorities. In addition, any
contact with the crisis line begins with a choice involving
thoughtfulness and sensitivity around the issue.
“For at least the last 13 years, PWCL advocates have been
trained to be gender neutral when they work with a survivor,” Nickels says. “Meaning—until the survivor has stated
the gender of either themselves and/or their perpetrator,
the advocate wouldn’t use a pronoun, or would use ‘they.’”
Another area where the organization’s approach to service-providing has changed is in its outreach to sex workers.
PWCL had been working with this community for decades,
but around 2005, in Nickels words, their “framework for
doing this work completely changed.”
At that point the crisis line began using a “harm reduction” model, as opposed to employing moral arguments
with those they served, a choice Nickels sees as being more
in line the organization’s ideals.
“We understand that it’s not our job to tell someone what
to do with their lives or how to pay their bills—in fact, when
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working with survivors, we would never do this,” she says.
“Our job is to be supportive, help sex workers be as safe as
possible while working, and help other service providers
have cultural competency in how they serve sex workers.”
PWCL employs a Direct Service Advocate who works
with adults impacted by the sex industry. This advocate
accompanies Outside In’s mobile medical van to the Clackamas Service Center. She also coordinates the Sex Worker
Outreach Coalition, or SWOC, which is “a collaborative
group of service providers, current and former sex workers, and community members who believe in the human
rights and personal safety of sex workers.”
The aim of PWCL’s Sex Worker Outreach Project today,
Nickels says, “is to support sex workers to be safe, acknowledge and promote that they have human rights, and to offer
supportive services that they lead themselves.”
PWCL describes itself as a “volunteer driven” organization. When I asked Nickels what she thought led volunteers
to the important, difficult work the group does, she pointed
to the crisis line’s “core values,” which include “empowerment,” “social justice” and “mutual support & unity” among
others, explaining, “all of us are working to make the world
better, which is exhausting, difficult work. “We believe that
the services we provide are part of a much bigger effort
to end all oppressions and violence. We strive to find the
successes, the joy, the humor, and the love in our work.”
She believes these values also help make PWCL a welcoming and supportive place for LGBTQ volunteers. “One
of the strategies we have when working with survivors is
to trust that they are the expert in their own life,” she says.
“Volunteers, and staff, are the experts in their lives too, and
we accept people for who they are and celebrate our differences and commonalities.”
Nickels credits the organization’s greater awareness
around transgender issues with helping make it more inclusive for everyone within it.
“As our understanding of serving trans survivors has
expanded, the organization also better understands how its
members—staff and volunteers—represent a gender spectrum, as well,” she says. “We started inviting male-identified advocates to work on the crisis line a few years ago,
and we ask everyone their preferred gender when they start
volunteering with us.”
Nickels says PWCL understands that its name may not
reflect the evolutions the organization has had regarding
identity and inclusivity and that this may discourage people
who they could help from reaching out to them. She says
it’s an issue the group takes seriously and is working on.
“We don’t just serve Portland, we don’t just serve women,
and we’re not just a crisis line,” she says. “We believe it’s
time for a change that reflects our values and what we’re
trying to accomplish.”
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You may not know Jordan Bach yet, but
the young life coach and writer has made
a name for himself in New York City and
beyond with his straightforward approach
to self-actualization. With significant celebrity cachet—including friends like Janet
Mock, Jesse Tyler Ferguson, and the cast of
“Looking”—and millions of hits to his website TheBachBook.com, Bach may be one of
the most influential queer teachers on the
modern spiritual scene. We talked about
how he entered the field of life coaching,
the role of melancholy in queer life, and
the two straightforward-yet-difficult steps
of self-actualization.
PQ Monthly: What made you decide to
engage in this work?
Jordan Bach: When I moved to New York
at 18, I enrolled at Parsons School of Design.
When I graduated and started interviewing
for jobs in design & marketing, it felt as if I
was making a big mistake. I went through
a little bit of a crisis. I left New York and was
fully invested in asking myself, “What do
you want to do with your life? What are you
good at? What can you offer to the world?”
All of us need to take the time to wage a fullscale investigation about who we are and
what gifts we bring with us. Rumi wrote,
“Everyone has been made for some particular work and the desire for that work has
been put in every heart.” I’m fascinated at
how this universal spiritual principle works
out in the lives of ordinary people like me. I
enjoy investigating it. That’s how I fell into
being a coach, facilitating people on their
own investigations.
PQ: In your narrative, there seems to be
a subtle undercurrent of loneliness both
as the catalyst for this transformation as
well as the soil where this transformation
grew out of.
JB: Ever since I was a little boy, I’ve been
a melancholy person. I’ve always felt a sort
of bittersweet, wistful, longing feeling in
my heart. Like homesickness. As I grew up
and studied myself alongside many wisdom
traditions and spiritual texts, I discovered
that melancholy isn’t necessarily depression. We live in a society quick to pathologize very natural parts of ourselves. Our
souls are homesick. But we’re here are on
a mission. I think that the degree to which
we can be in touch with our longing for a
better place is the degree to which we can
be effective here on Earth doing the work we
were made to do. Perhaps many of us who
incarnate as gay are supposed to feel a certain tenor of melancholy in our lives; maybe
we’re supposed to learn to find wisdom and
comfort in it.
PQ: In gay literature, melancholy was
central to the narrative for so long, up until
this sea change in the Nineties when characters were suddenly marked by a manic
exuberance, a constant partying, and a lack
of depth.
JB: I think the manic, overblown exuberance you’re talking about is a response
rather than a natural impulse. Many of us
were children who felt unsure of ourselves,
and we were so desperate for approval that
we’d do anything to get it. You know, I interviewed a well-known fitness expert, Keoni
Hudoba; he was able to talk honestly about
escaping the emotional pain of having once
been morbidly obese. He wanted to distract people from his pain, and so he was
the clown, the jester, the comedian—anything to keep people, including himself,
from noticing the shame. There are myriad
ways we attempt to do this. There are also
myriad ways we choose to identify with our
shame: we glorify our woundedness on the
internet, we drag our victimhood behind
us like a dead body. What makes “Looking” remarkable is that, for the first time, we
aren’t so much seeing the hurt caused us by
outside forces like homophobia, but rather
the hurt caused us by ourselves.
PQ: What sort of ways do you see people
try to escape that loneliness and that melancholy that we’re talking about?
JB: We use drugs, alcohol, sex, seduction, work, gym. It’s not that any of these
things are inherently bad, though. That’s
where a lot of well-intentioned people get
it wrong. Pema Chodron talks about how
the Buddhist monastic tradition advised
against drugs and alcohol not because
they are immoral, but because we use
these things as babysitters, with “the tenacious hope that we could be saved from
being who we are.”
PQ: Considering that there are so many
impulses that make many gay people want
to escape the present moment, how do we
make the present moment tenable again?
JB: Mental well-being is the end of external searching, and a return to peace. What
we have to understand is that beneath all of
this frantic hunting for another rush of some
sort is a search for inner peace. And when we
realize peace is an attribute in all of us that
we simply cannot find outside ourselves, it
brings us back to ourselves and the present
moment. Finding a home in the now happens when we realize that to get what we
truly want, we don’t need to do anything —
we need to stop doing, [which] removes the
blocks to our awareness of love’s presence,
which is our natural inheritance. Of course,
this all sounds lovely, but means nothing if
we don’t actually practice it. People like to
read this stuff. But the important thing is
practicing these principles when everything
is going to shit. We go to the gym to work
our physical muscles, and we also have to
train our spiritual muscles. Peace, serenity,
authenticity. These qualities aren’t a destination; they’re a process. It’s not that you are
or aren’t an authentic person—you simply
accept or deny the offer in each moment to
be authentic. So, are any of us going to reach
a point where it’s nonstop inner peace from
here on out? No. Living in the moment, living
in authenticity, making a home for yourself within yourself—is a process. The good
news, though, is that there are only two steps
to all of this work: begin, and continue.
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PERSPECTIVES
PERSPECTIVES
PURPLE ELBOWS
Soul-Warming Wine for
Wicked Weather
By Richard Jones, PQ Monthly
If your taste in literature runs to tales of
1800 Barons, Counts, Dukes and Earls, you
can envision bitterly cold winds scouring the
moors and a huge, dark castle. Within, a roaring fireplace warms the bones of a chubby
old geezer digesting his 13-course dinner.
He sits alone, absorbing heat as he methodically knocks down an after dinner bottle of
fortified wine, usually a 20-year-old Porto.
You will also envision that the old curmudgeon, most likely a peer of the throne,
has both feet propped up on a padded foot
stool. Walk? It hurts just to sit. This sort of
Charles Dickens scene suggests at least three
things: (a) that drinking high alcohol beverages warms the blood, and (b) drinking
too much often leads to gout, a fate that
you would not wish upon your least favorite Member of Congress. (c)? Ah, yes, (c)!
Charles Dickens, I am quite certain, invented
Mr. Burns. (“Excellent, my good fellow!”)
WAYS ALCOHOL HURTS
Alcohol has different effects on different people. Indeed, some good folks go up
in flames simply by hearing the word pronounced in excess of 40 decibels. For those
who insist on consuming alcohol in industrial quantities…well, go visit the Salvation Army some evening. At this point, we
must note that all wine contains alcohol. (Is
non-alcoholic wine really wine?) However,
not all wines contain the same degrees.
Most American (North, South and possibly Middle) wines contain 13.5 to 14.5
percent alcohol. Most French wines run in
the 12.5 to 13.5 range—or so it seems to my
non-scientific eyeball count. Many German
wines run from 8.0 to 9.0 percent alcohol.
A fair number of California red wines run
from 14.5 to 15.5 percent alcohol. Fortified
wines (wines kicked in the butt by distilled
wine) run in the 19.5 to 20.5 alcohol levels.
One evening, many decades ago, I organized a port tasting (including one real Porto)
with six bottles to evaluate. I have never considered replicating that evening. Yes, some
Porto is stunning, but enjoy it in moderation—
or a little less. What does all this mean to you
and why should you give a good dog-gone?
SUGAR AND ACID
The basic game plan of wine is that
grapes, in Mother Nature’s wisdom, contain both sugar and acidity. The riper the
grape becomes the higher the sugar rises
and the lower the percent of acid falls. So
what is the optimum sugar to acid ratio?
That depends largely on the winemaker. To
some, any perceptible acid is intolerable. To
others, any hint of residual sugar puts it into
the Kool-Aid category. My personal opinion? When the balance of residual sugar and
acid makes the main
course taste better
and the goose bumps begin to dance on
your arms, then you’ve struck gold.
REGIONAL VARIABLES
The riper the grape becomes in very hot
regions, the lower the acid falls. Many wine
mag folks swear by California red wines that
run up to 16.0 percent alcohol. I think wine
that reach might go well with pizza, but I
can’t swear to it. After most of us pony up $60
for a 16.0 Cabernet, who can afford the pizza?
On the other extreme, many grapes in
Germany don’t reach full ripening. To balance matters, most German winemakers
stop the fermentation, leaving a good shot
of residual sugar to hide the high acidity.
Call it balance from a different direction.
Served in summer, you could call a good
Riesling a sneak preview of Heaven.
So for January and February, consider
serving red wines with 14.0 to 14.5 alcohol.
And, yes, sweet foods can ruin virtually any
serious red wine. As for Porto, if you don’t
want to contract gout (a swollen big toe with
an extremely bad attitude) mount a statue
on your table that says, “Moderation”.
A FEW PRODUCERS WITH WINTER WINES
With some thousand wineries in the
Northwest (Oregon, Washington, Idaho,
and British Columbia) here is a small sampling of red wines to consider for cold
weather dining. Your local wine merchant
can suggest dozens more.
Walla Walla Cabernets
Abeja (killer lodging to boot), Amavi
(moderate prices), Dunham, Pepper Bridge,
Reininger, Russell Creek, Three Rivers
(moderate prices), Woodward Canyon
Willamette Valley Pinot Noirs
Archery Summit, Beaux Freres, Brick
House, Dusty Goose, Patricia Green, Stoller
Southern Oregon reds
Abacela (a range of sturdy, red wines)
If you start buying wines in the $30 to
$90 range and begin raising eyebrows at
your bank, you might want to back off.
Scout the bottom shelf and look for Washington wines priced at $10 or less. While
not thrilling, they are pleasant. Attention!
Many of these wines will improve with five
or ten years. You want to try them now to
see if you want to buy a case. If so, decant
them 30 minutes or an hour before mealtime to soften them up a bit.
Just remember, most heavy-hitters in the
Cabernet family need a few years to show
their potentials! Bear in mind that a two year
old Cabernet is not likely mature. Remember
that his teachers thought Albert Einstein was
a bit retarded. He got back at them by showing mechanics how to split atoms. The moral:
don’t go around insulting young red wines.
“Richard Jones has imbibed a great deal of vino in his years as a winemaker, wine judge,
wine writer, wine publisher, wine lecturer, and wine traveler. When he doesn’t have his
nose in a glass, he works as a freelance reporter.”
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NEWS
PERSPECTIVES
CULTIVATING LIFE
Trading in Zonal Denial
for a Love of Moss
By LeAnn Locher,
PQ Monthly
I t ’s f u n n y h ow
people swoon over
gardens and plants
that don’t grow well
here. Some call it zonal denial. I get it. I
used to be like that. But then in a return to
normal winter lows, (much like this past
winter) I lost a whole hedge of not hardy
Hebes. This meant I faced an expensive and
frustrating replacement, and oh, how I had
grown to love those Hebes. They were so
perfect: evergreen, mounding in shape, a
lovely purple flower attractive to pollinators and a gorgeous blue-green foliage. I’m
a little sad writing about them even now,
years later.
I had fretted that winter about losing
them and had
been known to
run out on particularly frigid
nights to throw
a blanket over
them or to wrap
them in holiday
lights left perpetually on. After
all that, and still
losing the Hebes,
I began to rethink
my position. Why
was I so intent on
growing things
that are marginally hardy here,
when I live in a place and a zone that is able
to grow a huge array of plants? People from
other parts of the world covet what we can
grow here, so why was I chasing something
so difficult? I began to look at the garden differently from that point on. And it was then
that I stopped hating moss.
Look around. Moss is everywhere. On
curbs, stairs, tree limbs, in the grass. It thrives
in our moist environment, and supplies the
most beautiful shade of green. The trees
along NW Germantown Road, bare of their
leaves in winter and early spring, are completely coated with green moss. Instead of
brown bark arms reaching over the road,
lime green outlines stand together to greet
you as you climb up and over the hill. It’s easy
to grow used to our vivid green beauty and
become blind to our mossy environment,
but take a trip to Southern California and
return to Portland, and you’ll be shocked at
the difference. This is when you really see it.
The green allure of where we live.
Moss is easy here, thriving in soil that’s
nutrient-poor. It grows on just about any
surface, absorbing nutrients from the air
and even cleaning the air simply by its existence. I laugh that huge patches of our back
lawn aren’t actually lawn, but moss instead.
Even when the lawn goes dormant in our
dry summers, the moss keeps it green, soft
and cool. Explain to me again why chemicals touting, “kills moss in your lawn” line
the shelves at home and garden supply
chains? Silly. I say, let’s cultivate moss.
Projects in the garden with moss have
me rubbing my hands together excitedly.
Now that I’ve come to love moss in my
garden, what if I cultivate it in unique ways?
Cultivate moss in a hanging picture
frame—Moss has no roots, so it’s not like
you need deep
soil for cultivation. A flat
surface, such
as a cut-to-fit
piece of plywood mounted
to the back of
a shadowbox
or deep picture frame, creates the perfect
environment to
grow and frame
moss. Misting
once a week is
all it will take
to keep it green
and alive, along with filtered sunlight and
cool conditions. Tuck in a wee fern or two
and it’s art with a capital A.
Paint with moss on a wall—Create patterns, such as chevron or herringbone, or
even words, like moss graffiti on building
sides or walls. (Google “moss graffiti” for
examples and how-to’s).
Create a moss chair—To grow moss on
an outdoor chair, transplant small pieces of
moss to various areas of an aging, interestingly-shaped upholstered chair (but with
a good firm seat). In our environment, this
is easy. Mist it, keep it in the shade, and the
moss will grow like wildfire. Maybe not like
wildfire, but like moss. In the Northwest.
Plant it mounded in pots—This is a twee
pet meant to be pat in in passing. I’ve done
this before and every time I’ve given it a pat,
I coo to it and call it my sweet. What? You
don’t do that too?
LeAnn Locher cultivates moss along with a kajillion perennials, shrubs and
trees (and sometimes weeds) in her North Portland garden. Connect with her and
other like-minded gardeners at facebook.com/sassygardener.
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PERSPECTIVES
PERSPECTIVES
The Bi Line
Beyond Queer:
Coming Out
Again
By Ginger Millay, PQ Monthly
Hey Ma! I’d like you to meet my boyfriend…and my girlfriend…and my slave.
There was a time when coming out as
any shade in the queer spectrum was a terrifying prospect. It still can be for many, but
deviating from the heterosexual norm is
more understood and accepted now than it
has ever been. What remains quite difficult
share, especially with family, is that you are
kinky or polyamorous.
Me? Eh, I tell everyone everything. My
family doesn’t just know I’m kinky –they
know I’m a professional Dominatrix. Compared to that, polyamory is a walk in the
park, as was telling the clan that I like girls.
But does your family really need to
know about your sex life? Well, technically,
no. If it’s just sex, there’s not any absolute
reason to share. Family and more traditional friends don’t necessarily want to
know that you and your partner frequent
swinger parties, or that you like to tie each
other up in kidnapping role play scenes. If,
however, you have serious a relationship
with someone who is not your primary partner, or have a strong Dom/sub or Master/
slave dynamic, if can feel heavy hiding that
from the people closest to you.
Sharing something so important to you,
knowing that they may not understand or
accept it, can be scary. When I first read
“The Ethical Slut” at age twenty, my mind
was blown. I was psyched to be made aware
of this possibility, that I wasn’t terrible for
wanting to date more than one person at
a time. I was electric when I called a good
friend from high school to tell her about
it. Though skeptical, she agreed to give it
a read, so I popped it in the mail and anxiously awaited her response.
A few days later, she called and I immediately could tell she was agitated. She’d
only gotten a few pages in and refused to
continue. The very concept angered and
upset her. She took it as an excuse for people
to cheat, despite my protestation that it,
instead, fosters intense honestly between
partners. While she accepted my exploring
this path, she wanted nothing to do with
it. She asked me never to mention it to her
again, and I didn’t. When I told her I was
kinky, however, she was thrilled and wanted
to hear all about it. Other friends and family
were accepting of the poly, but disgusted
by the kinky.
Why do our loved ones sometimes take
such an issue
with our lifestyles? Well, I
believe there
are two main
reasons. First,
they are worried about us.
They cannot
c o m p re h e n d
it, and worry
for our safety and health. More partners
can mean more heartache and more exposure to STIs, and kinky relationships can
sometimes literally involve pain. Their concern is understandable, but it is our job to
help them try to discern what it means to
us, and the joy it can bring us.
The second, more difficult reason they
can have a tough time accepting our alternative lifestyles is that they are offended by
the very idea of it. They may see our polyamory as an affront to their monogamy. Perhaps they fear that if their partner knew of
this possibility, they would also want to give
it a go. They may find kink in general to be
abhorrent, and think something is wrong
with you if you like to participate in BDSM.
They might see this power exchange as genuinely insane behavior, especially if you are
a bottom/sub/slave.
So why come out in the first place? Well,
you certainly don’t have to, and choosing
to keep these things to yourself is absolutely a valid and legitimate choice. Do keep
in mind, however, that as more people do
come out as kinky or polyamorous, the
more accepted it will be. Aunt Hilda may
think anyone who participates in these
lifestyles is totally nuts, until she actually
knows someone who does. Once there is a
human face on it, it’s not just a wacky concept. They can actually see how it works,
and how fulfilled it makes you feel.
When all is said and done, it just feels
good to come out, to not have to lie or hide
these important aspects of your life. The
fear of being rejected for doing so is very
real, but the lightness of having done it can
be wildly gratifying. My seventeen-year-old
sister was the last major player in my life
to know that I am poly, but our conversation about it was fantastic. She asked a lot
of questions, and ultimately responded the
same way she did when I told her, several
years earlier, that I dated women, “Well,
I don’t think that’s for me, but I’m happy
you’re happy.”
Those closest to you should be happy
you’re happy. Not all of my family and
friends have accepted me (tolerance is one
thing that’s not bigger is Texas). But they
all had the chance to do so, and I’m glad I
gave them that chance. My openness has
brought me closer to those who matter,
and I love not having to hide—unless it’s
part of a role play.
Ginger Millay is in love with NYC, where she works independently as an
event producer, party planner, and Dominatrix.
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ARTS BRIEFS
First off: after the last issue of PQ Monthly went to print,
Beck released an absurdly excellent new album. Morning
Phase sounds like something an insane hippie genius would
have made in Laurel Canyon in 1977 while he was secretly
dating Joni Mitchell, feuding with Jackson Browne, and commiserating about it with Joan Didion over way too many gin
and tonics. This seems like hyperbole, but once you hear the
album, you’ll understand — it’s classic Los Angeles in the best
way possible. Some critics have said that Morning Phase is
basically Sea Change 2.0, which is really fine because 2002’s
Sea Change was a complete game-changer of an album itself
and we really needed an update anyhow.
Moving along — the always-marvelous Newspace
Center for Photography presents The Art of Work, running
through March 30. Selected by Julia Dolan of the Portland
Art Museum and John Jay of Wieden+Kennedy, images in
the exhibition were created by seventeen photographers
working on assignment. Whether each image was ultimately used by the client or not, all were originally made
at another’s behest; the exhibition was designed to give
the selected photographers a wider audience and present
the work in a different context than its original intent. The
effect is stunning, illustrating the ways that commerce and
aesthetics intersect in the medium of photography. Don’t
miss this show! Newspace Center for Photography, 1632 SE
10th Avenue, Portland. Monday-Thursday 10 AM-10:30 PM,
Friday-Sunday 10 AM-6 PM. NewSpacePhoto.org.
Metalheads, listen up — Labryse is bringing their
incredibly aggro and delightfully queer sound to The Know
on March 26. How intense is their sound, you ask? FUCKIN’
OUT OF CONTROL INTENSE. Also on the bill are Olympia’s own Agatha and the ever-swampy Wizard Hits. HOLY
SHIT, MY SKULL JUST EXPLODED. The Know, 2026 NE
Alberta, Portland. Show starts at 9 PM, $5 at the door, 21+.
The Portland Zine Symposium is one of the coolest
things that happens in the city all year, and small-press folks
from all over look forward to this year’s installment with
baited breath. Help make sure it occurs — and enjoy some
unique musical and vinous offerings — by attending Wine,
Words, and Song! A Portland Zine Symposium Fundraiser
on March 28. John Dovydenas of Dovydenas Wine and
Picnic Food Cart will present his new pinot, sure to thrill
word nerds and wine snobs alike. Readers Zarina Zabrisky
and Simon Rogghe from San Francisco will team up with
locals Ross Robbins and Leah Noble Davidson to get everyone’s heads spinning with brilliance—if the wine doesn’t
get them spinning first. Finally, musicians Alicia Viani and
Catherine Feeny will create an ambiance of great intrigue
and intellectual rigor. All in all, it shall be a D-I-Y-liscious
night. The Independent Publishing Resource Center, 1001
SE Division Street, Portland. 7 PM, donation. Also, save
the date for the 2014 Portland Zine Symposium, coming
up July 12 & 13 at the Ambridge Event Center in Portland.
Oh my god: Big Freedia, Magic Mouth, and Thanks are
playing at Mississippi Studios on April 1. It’s not as though
any of them need introduction, really; reasonably speaking, you’re probably already hyperventilating. The thing
that does need to be explained, though, is that this show
is presented as part of Red Bull Sound Select and is thus
only three dollars. As it’s first come, first served, it’s quite
important to go to MississippiStudios.com and RSVP, and
then arrive early at the venue — it theoretically starts at
8 PM, so use your discretion as to how long you want to
wait out on the street. However long you may wait, it’ll
definitely be worth it. Mississippi Studios, 3939 N. Mississippi Avenue, Portland. $8; Tickets $3 by RSVP at MississippiStudios.com.
lets Trockadero de Monte Carlo, the all-male dance troupe
presented by White Bird on April 2. The Trocks, as they
are affectionately known, are finally returning after a seven-year absence to perform a wide range of classical and
modern ballet. These men dance all the parts, male and
female (well, mostly female) and do it all brilliantly. It’s
funny, it’s subversive, and most importantly, it’s damn good
ballet. Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, 1037 SW Broadway,
Portland. 7:30 PM; tickets $26-$72, available from WhiteBird.org.
Are you in the mood for some existential dread and
horror? Obviously! Thank the Dark Lord that the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival & CthuluCon 2014 is coming up from
April 11 – 13! This three-day happening has everything —
films, author readings, gaming, weird crazy events, terrifying salons, live music, ancient evils, unholy wickedness,
and even spaghetti dinners. You know what? Just put down
the damn paper right now and head over to HPLFilmFestival.com/portland-or to see a full list of offerings at such
fantastic venues as the Hollywood Theatre, the Moon & Sixpence, and Tony Starlight’s. Otherwise, the evil forces will
overwhelm your control over your body and force you to
put the paper down anyway.
Drag ballet!? That’s exactly what you’ll get from Les Bal-
--Nick Mattos
QUEER APERTURE
Through his Queer Aperture project, photographer Jeffrey Horvitz has spent years documenting the LGBTQ
communities of Portland, San Francisco, Seattle, and Vancouver, B.C. He’s well aware that a picture paints a whole mess
of words, but here he offers a few actual words to better acquaint us with his dynamic subjects.
What is your name?
Laird August Young
Favorite book?
“Atlas Shrugged,” By Ayn Rand
How long have you lived in Portland?
24 years
Favorite movie?
“The Age of Innocence”
What is the first time you noticed that gayness
existed?
My Godfather was a closeted gay man
Favorite word?
Hope
What would you consider a guilty pleasure?
Salted Caramel Gelato
Your having a dinner party of 6, whom would you
invite?
Bill & Hillary, Michelle & Barack, Jimmy Carter, and my
great uncle Waldo
PHOTO BY JEFFREY HORVITZ
Least favorite word?
Don’t
Favorite swear word?
Fuck
What is your profession?
Bartender
What would you consider a perfect meal?
Medium-rare Ribeye, Fresh Vegetables and Roasted
Potatoes
If you could with a snap of a finger what would be
another profession you would like to do?
Bartender at Ringside
What would be a perfect day off?
A day on the Oregon Coast
Whom would you like to meet dead or alive?
Audrey Lorde
For more Queer Aperture visit, queeraperture.com
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