the new Queerspawn ambassador
This is not the first time I have been inclined to write you on this particular subject. Your lyric “Coming up I was confused, My mama kissin’ a girl” tipped me off ages ago. You are one of us. You are Queerspawn, sir. My viewing last night of VH1′s Behind the Music, about you, confirmed my beliefs. In their documentary, I saw pictures of the woman who bore you and she is wearing men’s clothes in most of them. She looked rather butch to me, man, and last time I checked, in the seventies the butch/femme dynamic was a lot more ubiquitous in the gay community. I am forced to piece things together, based on assumptions, because you have not publicly acknowledged your connection to the gay community. Rather the opposite. I had to laugh, however, when your comments about Kanye and Lady Gaga’s tour being ” The Gay Tour” were taken as homophobic. First off, you were right and secondly perhaps you feel an unusual comfort in using that term since you were raised by a dyke. Lord knows I have to watch what I say as a straight woman, lest people be offended when I talk about dykes and lezzies. I forget sometimes that I am seen as an outsider to my own community. Is it the same for you? I have so many questions thanks to VH1′s proffered glimpse into your upbringing. Was she out? I know you were mostly raised by your grandparents, how did they feel about her sexuality? Why aren’t you the most awesome spokesperson ever for our community? Step up to the plate dude ! I’m no sure this will ever make it to you but my little brother would love another tough guy to commiserate with, so I had to try…
One rabbi is on a quest to keep Jews from wearing “Crocs” to High Holiday services because they are too comfy.I know Yom Kippur was a week ago already but I feel like this article is still hilarious and so deserves attention even if its less topical. At the service I attended the emphasis was less on being punished for one’s transgressions and more on being, for a day, an angelic version of oneself, unfettered by attachment to the physical form: Eating, Vanity etc. In this context the “Crocs” are less egregious I think. I did notice a lot of them though so I can see why the rabbi felt the need to address it.
Sometimes I feel like this blog should be subtitled ” Kellen’s guide to the NY Times: a selection of the articles she likes.” I will work on some original thought but in the meantime, I totally enjoyed this article about a man who delivers Seltzer in Brooklyn. Jews love Seltzer. I know I do…I wish someone would deliver it to me here in Santa Fe. When I was young my mom didn’t want to give me soda, so instead she gave me fizzy water, usually Calistoga since we were in Cali. She referred to it as “special” and my child’s mind took that to be its’ name. I still have a vague sense that the word ” special” is also a noun. It was one of my favorite young indulgences, one that perhaps paved the way for my great love of Champagne and its more affordable bubbly relatives. Maybe you could call Seltzer a sort of gateway drug….