Unsettled in Seattle

I’ve been a fan of the NPR program This American Life for years. I subscribe to the podcasts on iTunes and donate money to the show when I can afford the ten bucks. I used to be a professional dog walker, and could regularly be found strolling through local parks appearing to talk to myself and/or giggle for no reason, iPod buds in my ears transmitting the latest TAL episode.

That’s why I was so surprised and disappointed to hear Jeanne Darst’s choice of wording during Act Three of “#439: A House Divided,” originally broadcast on June 24. I was at the copy machine at work listening to the show–hooting aloud throughout Jullian McCullough’s hilarious Act Two about his un-hilarious burst appendix–when Darst’s story about her divorced parents started. She hadn’t gotten very far when she used a phrase that made me pause the podcast, rewind, and check to confirm that I wasn’t hearing things. Sure enough, here’s what Darst said: “[T]he women’s clothes were the most outdated, buttoned-up, queer [bleep] imaginable.”

I have to say, the timing here is extraordinarily bad. In an episode released over the last weekend in June, when Gay Pride is typically celebrated across the country, TAL included a story in which an apparent profanity was bleeped out but a profane use of the word “queer” was not. Unsettled, I immediately turned off the podcast. I won’t be listening to the remainder of the episode, and I sure as [bleep] won’t be tuning in to any of Darst’s future work, written or otherwise. Saying queer on a national radio show in the year 2011 when you really mean bad or ugly–not cool, Gay Pride weekend or not. So not cool.

Now, I’m not writing this response out of any supposed sense of “political correctness,” but rather as a lesbian writer who genuinely believes in the importance of language. The increased media and community attention recently afforded incidences of suicide among queer, bullied youth has been commendable. However, queer kids have been driven to kill themselves for at least as long as their classmates have been joyously and vociferously participating in games of “Smear the Queer,” and probably just as long as their teachers have looked the other way when it comes to straight-on-gay verbal and physical attacks.  Language is one tool among many still wielded by our anti-gay culture, and may appear from the outside to be the most innocuous form of homophobia. But as a lifelong lesbian—my second grade teacher outed me to my parents, according to my mother, and not in a good way—I can personally attest to the sneaky, lingering power of homophobic insults, particularly on the sensitive among us.

Episode #439 leaves me questioning my allegiance to TAL—or rather, to be precise, TAL’s allegiance to queer folks. Was Darst’s problematic usage of the word “queer” questioned by the show’s producers? Was there a specific decision to allow the story to run as is, or did the issue not even cross TAL’s radar? And is Darst actually unaware that using the word “queer” in a negative sense promotes a derogatory attitude toward GLBT people, or does she simply not give a [bleep]?

Until now, I’ve always believed that TAL’s producers cared about language and social justice as much as I do. But unlike the average kid on the playground, the producers and contributing writers at TAL very much know better than to equate gay with stupid and queer with ugly. Or they should, anyway.

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Anarchy, Sports–and Gay Marriage?

This week, gay marriage has been back in national news as the New York state legislature debates passage of a bill legalizing same-sex unions. For Kris and me, it’s been on our minds, too–on Saturday we’ll celebrate the sixth anniversary of our legal Massachusetts marriage. Generously, friends have agreed to babysit our daughter while Kris and I go out on our first real date since Alex’s birth four months ago. While we adore Alex, we’re both looking forward to a leisurely, non-microwaved dinner where we don’t have to take turns eating while the other mom amuses the baby.

This morning, while reading Advocate.com, I wasn’t particularly surprised to learn that a former NFL player had come out publicly against the gay marriage bill in NY. However, the irony inherent in former NY Giants wide receiver David Tyree’s comments caught my attention, along with that of hundreds of other bloggers and media outlets. In a video recorded for the anti-gay group NOM, Tyree announces, “If they pass this gay marriage bill… what I know will happen if this does come forth is this will be the beginning of our country sliding toward, you know, it’s a strong word, but anarchy.”

Now, I hate to do the Freshman Composition move here and offer up a dictionary definition, but I feel I have no choice. So here goes:

AnarchyA state of lawlessness or political disorder due to the absence of governmental authority; absence or denial of any authority or established order. (The Free Merriam-Webster Dictionary)

State of lawlessness–wait, why does that sound familiar right now? Oh, yeah, because I live not far from Vancouver, B.C., where hockey fans last night rioted when their beloved Canucks lost game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals. Canadians took to the streets and overturned cars, set fire to other people’s property, and participated in drunken brawls, injuring more than 150 people in downtown Vancouver, lauded for its successful stint last year as Winter Olympics host. Images from the night’s exceedingly unsportsmanlike conduct show Canadian police in riot gear (no horses in sight, fortunately) firing tear gas and rubber bullets into crowds silhouetted against burning cars. WTF, Canada? As Kris quipped, good thing our neighbors to the north don’t carry guns.

Of course, it isn’t the first time that anarchy has descended on a North American city following a sporting event. Helpfully, Time.com has provided a guide to the ten most shocking sports riots of all time: When Fans (and Players) Get Violent. L.A. has developed something of an NBA riot tradition–since 2000, Lakers fans have taken to the streets on three separate occasions to destroy property and beat people into submission. But it isn’t only fans doing the brawling, the Time.com article points out. Athletes themselves have been known to ignore rules and laws in their haste to throw down.

Former NFL player Tyree, a self-proclaimed reformed alcoholic and born-again Christian who turned to God after being arrested in 2004 for illegal drug possession (a clear transgression against governmental authority), grounds many of his arguments against gay marriage in his religious faith. In the NOM video, Mr. Tyree continues his inadvertant sliding toward irony with the proclamation that straight marriage is “holy and sacred.” He goes on to explain, “There’s nothing more sacred than fighting for it, you know, especially if we really care about our future generations.”

Why do I find it ironic that a football player would make such a pronouncement, you ask? Or perhaps you’ve already made the same leap I have. Whenever I think of “professional male athletes” and “marriage” in the same sentence, I picture Tiger Woods and his sad sex-addiction press conferences; Kobe Bryant and the ginormous ring he gave his wife a few days after being charged with sexual assault; or the Love Boat Scandal featuring more than a dozen members of the Minnesota Vikings who flew prostitutes in from other cities for a sex party on a chartered lake cruise. Clearly, all of these professional athletes view their marriages as both sacred and holy, and care a lot about their future sexual–I mean, our future generations. (For a satirical piece that sums up beautifully the cheatingness of male sports stars, check out thebrushback.com’s Kobe Bryant To Resume Cheating On His Wife. Priceless.)

Another blogger commented that Tyree “says a bunch of stupid shit” in his NOM interview, and I have to agree. For example, when asked what message gay marriage sends, Tyree replies, “That you don’t need a mother or a father… Two men will never be able to show a woman how to be a woman.”

Huh. And here I was thinking that the message my gay marriage would someday send to our daughter was that her two moms love each other enough to stand up in front of a gathering of supportive friends and family and announce that we intend to face together the good times and the bad, that we pick each other over all others. I thought Kris and I chose to get married for the same reasons that others before and after us have done so—love, family, commitment, a desire to make our relationship as permanent as we can in a culture of impermanence. According to Tyree, I got it all wrong.

But as far as I know, our wedding day six years ago didn’t cause anyone to take to the streets looting and pillaging, burning cars or homes, beating and even in some cases raping their way across urban landscapes. I’m pretty sure that no one outside our circle of friends and family even knew we’d gotten married, except for the Commonwealth of Masschusetts, which granted our marriage license. Unlike the violence in Vancouver last night or the 1994 riots in Detroit after the Tigers won the World Series, our same-sex marriage has resulted in no deaths, no injuries, no destruction, only in the birth of a beautiful, sweet baby girl who we somehow manage to love more and more every single day.

But there is good news in all of the hubbub over Tyree’s anti-gay religious ramblings. Tyree, it turns out, launched his NOM attack in response to a video that former NY Giants defensive end Michael Strahan and his fiancee Nicole Murphy filmed for HRC’s NYers for Marriage Equality campaign:

I gotta say, it’s nice to see a former NFL player and current commentator for FOX Sports talking about his gay friends and his belief that they have the right to marry whomever they choose, just as he does. When asked if he was concerned about repercussions for publicly supporting gay marriage, specifically in his work as an NFL commentator, Strahan apparently noted that FOX is, after all, the network that airs “Glee.”

Still, I can’t resist pointing out one last bit of irony lurking in Tyree’s comments. Gay marriage is, in point of fact, the opposite of anarchy. As I’ve noted elsewhere, legal marriage in the United States is a civil act that requires a license from the state. By applying for a marriage license, both parties, gay or straight, are applying for government recognition of and involvement in their personal relationship. Far from being a nod to anarchy, getting married is an example of willingly submitting oneself to governmental authority. Folks like Tyree who are against gays getting married are the real anarchists in sheep’s clothing. In their haste to exclude gays and lesbians from the accepted social order, NOMers and their friends would prefer our same-sex relationships continue to exist in a state of legal limbo, unrecognized and unacknowledged by the state to which we pay taxes and in which we otherwise participate as fully legal citizens.

Given that Kris and I have a valid, binding marriage certificate from Massachusetts, and that our government is founded on the separation of church and state, I can’t say I find David Tyree’s arguments for why we should be denied our civil marriage rights very compelling. I only wish more people could say the same. A glance at the comments on YouTube under Strahan’s supportive video reveals that the 47% minority of Americans who currently oppose gay marriage may be the same sort of people who riot when their teams lose a championship game. Or even when they win.

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New review of Leaving L.A.

Kay Bigelow, a lesbian fiction reviewer who writes for the Lambda Literary Foundation, just published a review of Leaving L.A. on her blog and added it to the book’s product page on Amazon, too. Here are the salient points:
 
Christie has taken a tried-and-true story – major movie star meets a mere mortal – and made it seem fresh and new. Christie doesn’t need tired cliches to describe the attraction between the two women to let her readers know what’s going on. She uses exotic settings, Hawaii and the hills of Los Angeles (let’s face it, most of us will never live on the same street with the stars hence its exoticness) to move her story along. Even the minor characters like Laya, Eleanor’s friends Sasha and Luis, and Tessa’s best friend Will are well drawn and interesting.
 
The author maintains the pacing throughout the book – it starts out strong and stays that way to the end. You’ll laugh out loud, you may even cry, but you won’t want to put this book down and undoubtedly will be annoyed when your everyday life insists that you set the book aside.
 
Leaving L.A. could very well end up as one of the ten best books of 2011.
 
Sheesh. I might be tempted to let this one go to my head. Oh, wait, my wife says I’ve already done that! Either way, quite a nice way to start the summer. Assuming summer ever arrives in Western Washington, of course. Cloudy and only 57 degrees right now, but I have my hopes…
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Dispatch from the Gender-Bending Wars

One thing about parenting: Carrying a cute baby out in the public sphere garners far more smiles than I’m used to receiving after twenty years as a gender non-conforming lesbian. My short hair and purposely androgynous clothing–I’m small enough that I can shop in the boys’ section of most clothing stores–often earn me double-takes, particularly in public restrooms where older women especially have looked like they’re about to tell me I’m in the wrong place.

Family outingBut with a baby in my arms, I am the recipient of beatific smiles from all quarters. I know the smiles aren’t necessarily for me, but I can’t help wondering how much of the approval cast my way is for the ostensibly heterosexual act that earned me the babe in arms. Does an accessory infant offset my clippered nape and men’s collared shirt so that I now appear overtly heterosexual to most passersby? Or is it just that most people love puppies and babies?

Yesterday, Kris and Alex picked me up at work and we went for lunch at the local co-op. Perhaps it’s just me, but I expect co-op patrons and workers to be more progressive than the average, say, Walmart customer. That’s why I was surprised by the conversation I had with a fellow shopper as we stood beside the deli counter considering salad options. I was holding Alex, and Kris was around the corner looking at sandwiches. The older woman, who had smiled at me when I first approached the deli display, leaned in and said, “How adorable. Is it a boy?”

Kris and I are both accustomed to this question because we tend to favor what we believe is non-gender specific clothing, most of which has been donated from friends and family members who have boys. Plus, at three months, Alex still has her grandfather’s follicly-challenged hairline.

“No, she’s a girl,” I replied.

“Oh. I thought it would be a boy because of the monkeys,” the older woman returned, gesturing at Alex’s white one-piece decorated with Curious George.Monkeys

“Yes,” I said, “people do seem to have very specific ideas about what a girl should wear.” This was my roundabout Midwestern way of accusing the other woman of acting like a narrow-minded member of the gender police. And then, because even this vague chastisement felt rude, I added, “Her grandfather gave her the outfit.”

“Well, then you have to wear it, don’t you,” she cooed to Alex, not seeming to pick up on the circuitous insult in the first part of my statement. “I’m expecting my first grandson next month.”

“Congratulations,” I said. “That’s exciting.”

“It is. I’m on baby alert now wherever I go.”

I knew what she meant. When we were trying to conceive, Kris and I saw pregnant women everywhere. Now that we have a baby, our radar is attuned to mothers and infants or toddlers. Over the past few months, I’ve had intimate conversations with perfect strangers who happen to be holding a baby about Alex’s age. I’ve also announced her birth to co-workers, coffee shop cashiers, former students I run into around town, and multiple strangers who don’t give a whit that I’m a new parent or that our baby is, of course, amazing.

Not only that, but since Alex was born I’ve occasionally had the shocking revelation that every single person I see was once a helpless infant in someone’s arms–the simultaneously cocky and insecure pre-teen boys who skateboard through our development; the degreed professors who work on my hall; the gas station attendant who always chomps her gum at me. Everywhere I look I see babies become adults.

Our lunch selections made, Kris and I advanced to the cash register. I was holding Alex, so while Kris paid, I went to scout out a table in the nearby dining area. Once we were seated, I told Kris about my deli counter conversation. She, it turned out, had an exchange of her own to share.

“The cashier asked me whose baby Alex is, yours or mine,” Kris told me. “I just looked at her, and then I said, ‘Both of ours. She’s our daughter.'”

“Probably this is just the start of decades of similar comments to come,” I said.

“Probably,” Kris agreed.

We’ve had the gendered clothing discussion before, of course. A few weeks ago, Kris took Alex to the gym she manages, intending to meet some of her senior fitnessPuppies class participants. While they were there a longtime gym member told Kris disapprovingly that Alex looked like a boy, dressed as she was in a blue cotton jumper decorated with puppies. It wasn’t just the color blue that signaled maleness, he explained to Kris. It was also the puppies.

“Girls like pink,” he added helpfully.

Kris eyed him coolly and answered, “She’s eight weeks old. I don’t think she really knows what she likes yet.”

This insistence on associating masculinity first with adorable puppies and now with cute little monkeys was, we decided, a bit much.

“So boys get animals, and girls get, what, flowers?” Kris asked me. “Is that how we’re divvying up the natural world now? Except not all animals. Chicks and bunnies and kittens are for girls. Apparently if it’s fluffy it can’t be for boys.”

“Or pastel-colored,” I pointed out, and we rolled our eyes in unison.

Cultural notions of what constitutes gender-appropriate attire for children haven’t always been as fixed as they now appear. Last month, Smithsonian.com published a piece called “When Did Girls Start Wearing Pink?” In the article, writer Jeanne Maglaty points out that pastel-colored dresses were the garment of choice for all babies from the mid-nineteenth century well into the twentieth, and that pink was actually considered more suitable for boys up until the 1940s. Meanwhile, growing up in the ’70s, Kris and I both wore plaid pants and baseball shirts, and not just because we were tomboys. That was the style then, the same way that princess apparel for girls and truck gear for boys now rule the day.

Maglaty also cites University of Maryland historian and author Jo B. Paoletti as suggesting that “nowadays people just have to know the sex of a baby or young child at first glance.” So far, in my experience with our daughter, that has held true. Just as people seem not to know what to make of a gender non-conforming adult, they become flustered and sometimes actually angry with us, the parents, when they can’t immediately tell our baby’s sex.

Fortunately, there are still plenty of people out there who don’t seem to care how we dress our daughter. Just before we left the co-op yesterday, I struck up a conversation with another diner holding a baby on her lap.

“How sweet,” I said, smiling down at the sleeping infant. Noting the pink jumper buttoned over her onesie, I gambled and said, “She has so much hair! How old?”

“She’s two months,” the mom said. “What about yours? Girl or boy?”

“Girl. We’re not really doing the gender-specific clothing thing,” I explained.

“Good for you,” she said. “How old?”

“Three months.”

And we went on to discuss sleep habits, feeding schedules, breast milk, formula–the usual conversational topics of new moms everywhere meeting for the first time.

Alex and her two moms

Alex and her two moms

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Review of Leaving L.A. on Just About Write

Another review update–writer Anna Furtado posted a very positive review of my novel Leaving L.A. this week for the May issue of Just About Write, an ezine for readers and writers of lesbian fiction. 

An excerpt from Anna’s review:

     “Leaving L.A. is a well written, absorbing story.  The attraction of the two women
     lingers long in the reader’s thoughts.  The relationship between them is haunting, and
     the character of Laya is entertaining and delightful.  This is not another ‘glamorous
     actress in Hollywood’ story.  It is about interesting characters that goes beyond
     Hollywood and allows us to see a star as a real person with desires and foibles.  A love
     story well worth the read.”

To read the entire review, check out the May 2011 review page. A variety of other recent lesfic releases are profiled as well.

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