Some Thoughts on Gay Olympians

Australian Olympic Diver Matthew Mitchem

I’m not a huge sports fan, but I am a big Olympics fan. It’s an event that strikes several chords for me: athletes represented from around the world, good drama, the pageantry, the epic-ness—all things that may have a lot to do with my literary (and gay) sensibility.

I root on the underdogs, who in most cases do not represent the U.S. (bad American, I know). This year, I’m enthralled by the extensive tennis coverage on Bravo.

A nice sidestory to the event is the record number of out gay athletes, who were recently profiled by Huffington Post. Twenty-three have been identified, more than double the number at the Beijing games.

Some still say that’s a ridiculously paltry number, considering there are 11,000 athletes total. That calculates to .02 percent. They’re also mainly women and mainly White. The guys – Australian 2008 Gold Medal diver Matthew Mitcham has the highest profile – compete in individual sports, giving credence to the conventional wisdom that it’s harder to come out in a team environment.

Per the message boards, the main issue under debate is: “Why is this story important anyway?”

Including and beyond the religious bigots, a lot of people say an athlete’s sexuality has no place in media coverage. Fans are interested in athletic ability and competition. We don’t need to know what an athlete does in her/his “private” life. Win a gold medal, and then you earn the right to the media spotlight. By profiling gay athletes, it’s actually hurting the cause of “mainstreaming” queer lives; we’re just like everyone else.

That’s a quick condensation of the message boards.

I don’t believe that LGBT athletes have a moral imperative to come out, but I do feel strongly that it’s a wonderful thing when they do. And I think the hypocrisy of the anti-coming out argument is exposed in due course when you consider how many athletes use their platform for personal causes, whether it be cancer research, disability awareness, ethnic/cultural pride, or whatever.

A great example is tennis player Andy Murray. He plays for Great Britain, but is quite ‘openly’ Scottish. Should he shut his mouth about that? (Yeah, just try to get him to do that).

Girls, Girls, Girls

A bit of false advertising, but I couldn’t resist.

This is not my foray into porn spamming, and I’m not writing rock-n-roll odes.

You might be asking yourself: what does a gay male writer know about girls?

Not much romantically, although there was that confused period in my adolescence. I’ve made my apologies to my former girlfriends, and I don’t think any lasting harm was done.

This was just my sneaky way to share an important project that brings much needed, strong female lead characters to young adult fantasy, in this case the superhero(ine) genre.

Cover art by Marvel comics cover artist Stephanie Hans

Author Kelly Thompson has launched a dynamic Kickstarter campaign to promote her self-pubbed novel THE GIRL WHO WOULD BE KING. There are amazing packages for donors at all levels, including: signed print copies of the book, cool artwork by Thompson (who is a kickass artist in addition to an author), and access to a fan forum for live chat that takes you behind the scenes of the story.

I made a pledge. You can too.

Beyond the excellent girl-empowering story she has to tell through TGWWBK, Thompson explains that her campaign is a way of bringing quality cross-genre literature to readers — a challenge within the traditional publishing model.

As an author who has run up against similar frustrations with a hard-to-categorize YA novel, I am exceedingly impressed by Thompson’s creativity and vision. She reached her original Kickstarter goal in like a day, and is well on her way to a stretch goal of $25K. The campaign ends July 25th.

Now for a musical interlude.

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I love this song, and have been listening it to it a bit obsessively since I discovered it at the end of an episode of the HBO series “Girls.” Besides a really pleasing soundtrack (Bryan Ferry, Siouxie and the Banshees, Tom Tom Club – yeah, I’m showing my age), the writing and acting are hilarious, poignant and outrageous – keeping things so off-balance that you can’t stop watching. The series also resonates with me personally because my early twenties were a similar kind of horror show, with some great times thrown in.