Brief Wednesday Post

It’s the Australian Open Women’s Semi-Finals tonight so I just have a couple of minutes to dash off my weekly update.  What does tennis have to do with writing?  Not much, I guess, although Maria Sharapova was the inspiration for one of my villainous characters.

The creative currents continue to flow as I write the third and final section of WHEN THE FALLEN ANGELS FLY.  I scaled a mental wall over the weekend, and I’m feeling pretty good about where I’m headed.  Right now, Richard is ransacking an attorney’s office for clues on why he was sent back to earth to help his murderer Lee Toback.

I’m moving nicely through Hanif Kureishi’s THE BLACK ALBUM, another book that was collecting dust on my shelf waiting for me to read.  Kureishi’s characterization is masterful.  Next up is a long overdue read of James Baldwin’s GIOVANNI’S ROOM.

Go Li Na!!  I love rooting for an underdog.

Celebrating Pat Parker

So I got this blurb and poem from White Crane as my daily e-mail dose of gay wisdom, and I couldn’t resist posting it here.  Born January 21, 1944, Pat Parker was a Black, lesbian poet who I was unaware of until today.  She was a fierce advocate for social justice (she died in 1989) and author of several books:  “Movement in Black,” “Child of Myself,” and “Jonestown and Other Madness.”

One of her poems is an excellent skewering of heterosexism, and I think its message still holds up today (e.g. the brouhaha over Adam Lambert’s performance at the American Music Awards covered in Rolling Stone here).  Enjoy.

For Straight Folks who Don’t Mind Gays but Wish They Weren’t So Blatant

You know, some people got a lot of nerve.  Sometimes I don’t believe the things I see and hear.

Have you met the woman who’s shocked by two women kissing, and, in the same breath, tells you that she’s pregnant?

But gays shouldn’t be so blatant.

Or this straight couple sits next to you in a movie and you can’t hear the dialogue because of the special effects.

But gays shouldn’t be so blatant.

And the woman in your office spends an entire lunch hour talking about her new bikini drawers and how much her husband likes them.

But gays shouldn’t be so blatant.

Or the “hip” chick in your class rattling like a mile a minute, while you’re trying to get stoned in the john, about the camping trip she took with her musician boyfriend.

But gays shouldn’t be so blatant.

You go into a public bathroom and all over the walls there’s John loves Mary, Janice digs Richard, Pepe loves Delores, etc., etc.

But gays shouldn’t be so blatant.

Or you go to an amusement park and there’s a tunnel of love with pictures of straights painted on the front and grinning couples are coming in and out.

But gays shouldn’t be so blatant.

Fact is, blatant heterosexuals are all over the place. Supermarkets, movies, on your job, in church, in books, on television every day and night, every place–even in gay bars–and they want gay men and women to hide in the closet.

So to you straight folks I say, “Sure I’ll go if you go too. But, I’m polite, so after you.”

Happy Birthday Pat Parker!!

In The Zone

Just a brief post this week to say my novel is moving along nicely.   I busted out 16 pages in one week!!  Over 59K words.  I’m into the new stuff – the final section of the story.  This is the magical time when I go to bed with characters and scenes buzzing around my head, and I wake up energized to write some more.

It can also be a time of self-delusion.  But there’s an expression among writers:  “Give yourself permission to write crap.”  It means to let the creativity flow, unfettered by expectations, and always looking forward, never back.  That’s the attitude I’m taking.  There’ll be time for editing and rewrites.  But right now, I’m happy with this project and happy with myself.

Reading update:  I finished Felice Picano’s LIKE PEOPLE IN HISTORY.  Great stuff – I’m putting him a notch ahead of Andrew Holleran, a notch below Neil Bartlett.  And I just finished Scott Heim’s WE DISAPPEAR.  Even greater stuff.  This guy knows how to craft a story, sustain a mood and put out extraordinary lyrical passages.

Best Gay Movies

Last week’s post got me thinking about movies that I really admire and have influenced my writing.  After this week, I think I’ll broaden my picks beyond gaydom, but there are a lot of great gay-themed films that haven’t gotten the attention they deserve due to the industry’s market dynamics.

The gay media site After Elton does its own poll of the 50 best gay movies.  Here’s my top 14.

Maurice

Yes, I’m a total Merchant and Ivory Queen, and their adaptation of E.M. Forester’s novel kicks “Four Weddings and A Funeral”‘s butt! (why does the funeral have to be the story’s only gay couple?)  I cry every time I watch the second to last scene:  “Now we shan’t ever be parted.”

C.R.A.Z.Y.

This film hits all the right buttons for me:  French Canadian, set in the 80’s, and the main character is a lost gay boy in a dysfunctional family.

Milk

Harvey Milk is a personal hero, and Sean Penn does him justice.

Another Gay Movie

So it’s low budget, inane and largely pointless.  But for subverting both the American Pie and the Wayans Brothers’ franchises and ending up laugh-out-loud funnier than both, I stand by giving this film a place in my illustrious list.

Angels in America

Tony Kushner’s political epic about gay men and AIDS has all the tearjerking moments, untold history, surrealism and Patrick Wilson that I love.

Running with Scissors

I know I’m in the minority, but I loved this film.  Yes, Augusten Burrough’s book is better and Gwyneth Paltrow is totally miscast, but everything about this story got to me.

My Own Private Idaho

My fave Gus Van Sant film.

The Wedding Banquet

An early Ang Lee film and much better than the movie that shall not be named.  It’s a great family drama centered around a farcical wedding to hide a Chinese-American’s Caucasian boyfriend from his parents.

My Beautiful Laundrette

This adaptation of Hanif Kureishi’s novel is a sort of gay Romeo and Juliet set against race and class conflict in 1980’s London.

The Crying Game

Still my favorite Neal Jordan film.

Myra Breckinridge

Blissful absurdity based on Gore Vidal’s novel.

Quinceanera

Mexican American teens deal with racism, homophobia, and gentrification in Los Angeles.

Beautiful Thing

This British film is still the best portrayal of mixed-up, angsty gay teens that I’ve seen.

Ganymede #6 released

Just a quick post to say that Ganymede #6 is now available for purchase on-line.  Here’s the link:  ganymede#6.   In addition to my story THE VAIN PRINCE, there’s shorts by Charlie Vasquez, Eric Karl Anderson and others and a reprint of one of David Sedaris’ memoir pieces about his longtime relationship with his boyfriend.