LGBT
SALON Daily Clicks: Newsreal
Now that Andrew Cunanan is out of the way, gays can go back to their old narcissistic, self-absorbed ways, all in the name of "pride."
Andrew Cunanan died just in time. Old friends in his former stomping ground of San Diego were able to proceed with their annual gay pride festivities this weekend without a hitch — no pesky sniper fire, no ominous sightings of the smirking spree-killer, no murderous “visits” to old acquaintances. Breathing a collective sigh of relief, the denizens of the Hillcrest neighborhood indulged in such pride-inspiring activities as “The Harbor Cruz,” “Circuit Daze” and “The Zoo Party” without once looking over their bare shoulders. And of course, where would gay pride be without the Parade? The theme of this year’s was “Share the Vision.” That just about covered everything in one big souffli of solidarity.
But can the San Diego festivities overcome the legacy of the area’s most notorious homosexual so soon after his demise? Cunanan was ultimately responsible for his own pathology. He was an |ber-queer, the quintessence of sadism and bad form. But if you magnified him a thousand times you might find him emblematic of any number of witless queers I have known: clinically narcissistic, intent in the pursuit of hedonism, zealous in avoidance of consequences and unfeeling in the extreme.
Still, as in San Diego, and in New York and San Francisco last month, the beat goes on, the parade floats go up and the boys come out flaunting a “pride” too often based on the false sense of self gay people acquire when they allow their entire identities as human beings to be submerged in their sexuality — I fuck, therefore I am.
Take, for instance, the Chelsea Clones — a bunch of brainless gym bunnies residing in an area of Manhattan north of the West Village and south of midtown. To the Clones — identical slabs of femmy beefcake who lounge around the Big Cup Caf fresh from a workout and steam-room wank session — being out and proud means being one in a crowd. Their contempt for the aging invert is as thick as their health shakes; they dismiss with a smirky, self-satisfied turn of the head any and all lesser physical specimens. The only reading they do is the free queer classifieds, which they don’t really read at all but use as a prop to cruise some pansy pod person over their grande Mocha lattes. These are the same queers who, at every gay pride parade, nude from the waist up, waist down in skin-tight Ray Dragon bike shorts, embrace each other and get all misty-eyed during the moment of silence for all the brothers dead from the big A. As if that makes up for the other 364 days of mind-numbing self-absorption.
Pride begins and ends with self-realization and acceptance. I think of myself at 11, facing with dread the awareness that I was what no one but evil perverts choose to be, and yet I didn’t choose; I was guilty of a “crime” I didn’t commit, and the punishment, I thought, was a life sentence of silent suffering and self-loathing, with no parole. It took me years to realize I had an innate sense of my ability to survive, and I came to draw on reserves of strength that most heterosexuals don’t have a clue about; and that’s something you can’t parade down the avenue once a year.
But I also part company with those who believe that merely existing as a gay man or woman is, in and of itself, something to be proud of, any more than being born black or a woman. Being born wasn’t your doing. Neither was being gay. So why should you be “proud” of something you didn’t even do?
In last month’s New York Pride Parade, the hottest float (partly because of the go-go boys dancing on it) was an advertisement urging uninfected gays to keep themselves HIV negative. You wouldn’t think that such a message needs to be advertised 16 years after the epidemic made itself known, but there it was, replete with hip-hop attitude and club music accompaniment: It’s cool to be sane! Living is sexy! That’s not pride, it’s self-preservation, and in 1997 gay men shouldn’t need to be reminded that you need to “play safe.” The message really means that in 1997, we’re guilty of the same behavior we exhibited in 1977 — self-gratification at any price — and that is not something to be proud of.
In the context of our continued self-annihilation, Andrew Philip Cunanan was a speck. We have to realize that we are all potential killers. It’s not enough to shake our asses on a parade float. It’s not enough to echo mawkish platitudes about murderous old acquaintances — “That’s not the Andrew I knew,” some left-behind friend in California declared in all his pious banality. And it’s certainly not enough to think we’re making progress when we still have to convince ourselves of the merits of not fucking each other to death.
Daniel Reitz, a frequent contributor to Salon, is a writer living in New York. His film "Urbania," based on his play, "Urban Folk Tales," will be released in August. More Daniel Reitz.
It’s time for Dharun Ravi to apologize
Tyler Clementi's roommate gets a month of jail time in the Rutgers intimidation case. Will he ever say "sorry"?
Dharun Ravi (Credit: AP/John Munson) Tyler Clementi’s mother calls his actions “evil and malicious.” His father says they were “the cold-hearted violations” of his son, who committed suicide in September 2010. And a young man known only as “M.B.” said in a written statement that he “caused me a great deal of pain.” So, does Dharun Ravi’s punishment — 30 days jail time, 300 hours of community service, three years’ probation, and $11,900 total in fines — fit the crimes of which he’s been found guilty?
Continue Reading Close
Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams.
HGTV: Winning the war for gay marriage
For nearly 20 years, one network has redefined domestic bliss -- and taught Americans to love their neighbors
(Credit: Karina Kononenko via Shutterstock) There are two ways to bring about positive, long-term social change: the fast one and the slow one. In the first version, statues are toppled, walls are torn down, laws are dramatically enacted. There is, forever, a clear before and after. It’s days like July 24, 2011, when New York state approved same-sex marriage. Or May 9, 2012, when Barack Obama became the first president to announce his support for the issue — an occasion that prompted incoming Human Rights Campaign president Chad Griffin to remark, “You will not forget where you were when you saw the president deliver those remarks.”
Continue Reading Close
Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams.
Manny Pacquiao doesn’t want you dead
A gross misquote gets out of hand -- but the iconic boxer still has a long way to go on the sensitivity front
Manny Pacquiao (Credit: Reuters/Steve Marcus) Updated below
Let’s get something straight, so to speak, right off the bat. There’s no disputing that Manny Pacquiao is not the most enlightened guy to ever put on gloves and fight for a belt. In a story for Examiner.com this past weekend, blogger Granville Ampong wrote of how the boxing champ takes issue with Barack Obama’s recent groundbreaking declaration of support for same-sex unions. “God’s words first … obey God’s law first before considering the laws of man,” Pacquiao told Ampong, in what the writer described as “an exclusive interview.” Pacquiao was further quoted explaining that “God only expects man and woman to be together and to be legally married, only if they so are in love with each other… It should not be of the same sex so as to adulterate the altar of matrimony, like in the days of Sodom and Gomorrah of Old.”
Continue Reading Close
Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams.
Obama goes viral, wins Twitter
The president's endorsement of gay marriage becomes a cleverly -- and intensely -- choreographed meme
When Barack Obama blew America’s mind by declaring his support for same-sex marriage Wednesday, he explained that his views on the subject had long been “evolving.” But while evolution is a process that can take millennia, social media moves with considerably more swiftness. However long it took the White House (nudged though it was by Joe Biden’s Sunday blurt that he was “absolutely comfortable” with marriage equality) to get to that place, it took no time at all for Obama’s sentiments to become a meme.
Continue Reading Close
Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams.
A Catholic school’s anti-gay snub
When a student wins the Matthew Shepard Scholarship, the bishop steps in -- and everybody loses
Keaton Fuller Remember last month, when the Vatican issued a smackdown to American nuns for their “radical feminist themes,” like not being vocal enough about opposing same-sex marriage? Now, just to really hammer home how divisive the issue has become, a bishop in Davenport, Iowa, has vetoed Catholic school officials and said he would not permit the Eychaner Foundation to present its Matthew Shepard Scholarship to a gay senior at his high school graduation.
Continue Reading Close
Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams.
Page 1 of 128 in LGBT