New ‘dispatch’ from Hogwarts G.S.A.: When is queer tragedy cliché?

My monthly column for Queer Sci Fi is up today. The topic: when a queer character dies, or loses his boyfriend, is it always a trope?

“When is queer tragedy cliché and when is it just tragedy? There are a shit-ton of stories about straight people with unhappy endings, and no one complains about unfair, contrived treatment of straight characters, right?”

You can read the full article here and join the discussion on the Queer Sci Fi Facebook page.

Trans-action: A visit to a transgender youth group

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One of my favorite things to do as an author is speaking to young people about writing and LGBT lit. I wrote about my first gig ‘on the road’ at the Gay/Straight Alliance at Amherst High School, where I graduated many moons ago. More recently, I was invited to talk to the Trans-action group at Pride for Youth, which is an LGBT organization that I worked at for many years.

My visit brought up a similar sense of nostalgia. I hadn’t been back to Pride for Youth since 2012 when I made the tough decision to move on to a job in academia. For several years before that, I had been a bit removed from working directly with teenagers as I was in the role of managing government contracts and doing legislative advocacy and fundraising. Stepping into Pride for Youth untangled memories from earlier in my career when I ran groups for teens and worked at the drop-in center. I had sometimes used writing exercises as a method of self-expression, sharing similar experiences, and having fun.

Trans-action is a group for transgender, gender queer, and gender non-conforming young adults between 15 and 24 years of age. The group leader Aidan Kaplan had briefed me that group members come from towns throughout Long Island, and on any given week, anywhere from five to fifteen young people turn up for the group to share personal challenges, support each other, and get educated about physical and emotional health and activism.

When I first started working with kids in the 1990s, I was happily surprised by how many were interested in writing, particularly poetry. Of course, I’ve always loved writing, but in my day, and in my conservative hometown, you generally kept that a secret, and certainly boys didn’t write poetry.

It took me by surprise again meeting the Trans-action kids and discovering how many of them were avid writers. Some wrote poetry and lyrics. Some wrote more about their personal experiences. A few copped to participating in fan fiction forums, which I told them isn’t anything to be ashamed of. Both Cassandra Clare and E.L. James had roots in fanfic, and I shared with them that my earliest writing was imitative of the authors I enjoyed at the time. Still, it became a topic that we joked about.

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This is the Transgender Pride flag, which was introduced in 2000 at a pride parade in Phoenix, Arizona.

I told them about my journey as a writer, which is entwined with my journey as a gay man, and to an extent with my journey as an LGBT rights advocate. Then we talked about what they liked to read and why, and why they liked to write. I also talked about transgender, bisexual, lesbian and gay fiction being a social justice issue, and not unexpectedly, that was a topic many of them already had opinions about. Besides Jazz Jennings’ Being Jazz, most were not aware of any books about transgender teens, and certainly not any fiction. We had a discussion about the problem of growing up without any positive representations of transgender people, and I shared some books suggestions such as Cris Beam’s I am Jay and Alex Gino’s George.

I then led a short writing exercise. My lead-in to it took me right back to my days as a social worker with teens. As soon as I explained they were to write a story incorporating three random elements, one young man groaned: “Oh yeah. We did this in 7th grade English class.” So much for wowing them with my sophistication.

Anyway, if you’d like to try the exercise: write a story that incorporates Saskatchewan, betrayal, and a box of Fruity Pebbles. The results were fantastic and ran the gamut from personal reflections on isolation to paranormal stories to humor pieces and beyond.

Although, as a mild indictment of the New York State public school system, not one of the kids knew where Saskatchewan was, or even what it was (sorry Canada). I got a big grin when a young man wrote about Saskatchewanians speaking French. 🙂

You can find out more about the excellent organization Pride for Youth here. They depend on donations, of any size, to keep up the lifesaving work they are doing.

And if you have a youth group you’d like me to come and talk to, drop me a line!

 

Mykonos, Greece: A Photoessay

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Friends Reunion and Anniversary

Ten of us arrived on the island of Mykonos in early July for a reunion of sorts and a celebration of Genaro and my 15th anniversary. The tradition began in 2011 for our 10-year anniversary. Here is part of the crew at the top of the hill where our hotel resort overlooks Mykonos Bay. (l to r: me, Tom, Thorsten, Genaro, Maria and Jurgen).

Harbor café

We stopped at an outdoor café that looks out at the harbor and had ice cream, baklava, kataifi, and frappes, which are ubiquitous on the island, iced Greek coffee with steamed milk.

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I bought this floral print shirt at a shop in town for a night out at the clubs. Truth be told, my husband and I only made it out until 11:30, which is much too early for the scene. Things don’t get going until 1 or 2 in the morning, and on the morning of our departure, around 6:30, we saw a parade of hotel guests stumbling home.

Dinner out at Nikos' Taverna

This is one of several big group dinners in town, here at Nikos’ Taverna which is a popular place for traditional Greek specialties.

Sea urchin

Our more adventurous friend Jayson ordered sea urchin while the rest of us had souvlaki, moussaka and familiar seafood dishes.

The ATV crew

Four of us rented ATVs to explore the island. Mykonos has roads, cars and commercial vehicles, but to see its more remote regions, you really need an off-road vehicle, plus ATVs are a lot of fun.

Fanari lighthouse

We hiked around the Fanari lighthouse on the north coast of the island.

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I used a rock to etch our names into one face of the lighthouse, among the names of many others who were inspired to leave behind an artifact of their visit.

Horses

We found horses grazing at a roadside ranch.

Harbor aerial view

At an overlook on the road back into town, we had a great view of cruise ships and ferries at the port.

Agios Sostis

We stopped at the little cove beach of Agios Sostis which has a great, little taverna that serves hearty, rustic lunches prepared at one small grill since they have no electricity.

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The prevailing sentiment among Mykonos party-goers.

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People gather at a square in town, below the windmills, to watch the sunset, and they applaud when the sun disappears under the horizon. ‘Little Venice’ embanks one side of the water.

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The famous windmills at twilight.

Nemean wine

Naturally, I had to order a wine from Nemea with dinner one night.

Anniversary dinner

We chose a candle-lit, outdoor seafood restaurant for our anniversary dinner. Our friend Nick is in the foreground.

Kid goat

Wild goats climb down from the rugged, coastal hills to graze in the island’s few grassy fields. I caught a cute, little kid on camera one day.

Red bougainvillea

Outside of town, many country homes are decorated with red bougainvillea.

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Greek flags flying at sunset. There was no shortage of wind during our visit, and it tempered the fierce, Mediterranean heat during the day.

Merghia

We rode about an hour on our ATVs to visit secluded Merghia beach on the north shore. But it was too windy, rough and rocky to go for a swim.

Ghost town

We visited the ‘ghost town’ on the way to Tigani beach. These simple homes once housed miners who excavated barite from the coastal mountains.

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We ventured into one of the abandoned homes and found colorful murals that reminded me of photos from the Minoan palace at Knossos.

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A view of Lia beach where a huge pavilion was being constructed for a very high end wedding.

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We took a boat trip around the island, and most of my photos did not come out great (too much wind and movement). But it was a beautiful day. The trip usually includes a visit to the evocatively-named island of Dragonisi, but it was too windy to go there. Oh, and I lost this hat I’m wearing to the Aegean.

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The boat made a stop at Super Paradise Beach, famous for its DJs and parties that go on early into the morning.

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Did you think I’d create a photoessay without a photo of a local cat? This guy hung out at a bakery where we stopped for lunch one day.

LGBT Portrayals in Historical Fiction

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Just a quick, little media alert that my guest post on historical fiction in young adult literature went live today at LGBT YA Reviews.

LGBT YA Reviews is a Tmblr site run by British author Lauren James, including recommendations, reviews and viewpoints all from the world of LGBT YA lit. Thanks so much Lauren for the opportunity to share my article on your site!

White authors must speak out: #BlackLivesMatter

Black Lives Matter protest against police brutality in St. Paul Minnesota

Black Lives Matter protest against police brutality in St. Paul, Minnesota

As a newish author, I pretty regularly devour any and all advice on how to build a successful platform. Some of the conventional wisdom I’ve seen warns against making public comments on controversial issues in order to avoid alienating one’s readers or potential readers. Author and marketing consultant Rachel Thompson wrote a well-reasoned POV on the subject a couple of years back.

That hasn’t stopped some authors from chiming in softly or loudly on various issues, sometimes with collective might, as with the recent petition led by Stephen King against presidential candidate Donald Trump. Furthermore, there’s a compelling counter argument against the “stay out of politics and religion” code of conduct, which was well-articulated by John Green in his 2012 article for The Daily Fig: “Writers Need to Get Political.”

Says Green: “Just as we have a responsibility to tell the truest stories we can tell, as writers we have a responsibility to participate in our governance. I think you will find, as I have, that writing is not the opposite of politics after all: They are both ways of trying to apprehend the world as it is, and to imagine the world that might be.”

I don’t use my little, stepladder platform to talk about what’s going on in the world too often, though talking about social and political issues comes easily to me. I spent a good part of my life on the front lines of LGBT youth advocacy. As a published author, I’ve been conscious of the need to build my “brand” as a fiction writer foremost, rather than sharing my political values and beliefs since that’s not the product I have to sell.

I do participate in campaigns like #YesGayYA, #WeNeedDiverseBooks, and the International Day Against Homophobia and Transphobia because those causes are important to me. It’s who I am. I feel that sharing that part of me helps to engage and connect with readers. It also nourishes my personal need for connection and community. After the recent tragedy in Orlando, I felt it was not only natural for me to acknowledge the outrageous assault on LGBT men and women but also necessary as a gay author.

Last week, two black men were shot and killed by police officers during minor investigations. It was two more acts in a long series of horrendous injustices that are both symptoms of and abuses of power by a law enforcement system polluted by racial prejudice. Just as tragic, five police officers were killed and nine more were injured in a random act of retaliation by a black man with horribly misguided motives. Across the country, peaceful protests by the black community and its allies have fomented into violence, though it is well worth noting that the majority of the rallies to decry black murders by police have been peaceful.

Violence against black men is no lesser or greater of an atrocity than violence against LGBTs (and surely, those issues are often intertwined). I realized I have a responsibility to speak out about the events of last week just as I shared my heartbreak and anger following Orlando.

In both cases, communities are being further traumatized by rhetoric that pathologizes the victims. We are told by politicians and religious leaders that racism (and homophobia) does not exist, what happened was a “technical error,” and “trouble-making” groups like #BlackLivesMatter are exploiting these situations to create a racial divide. Recent comments by former New York City mayor Rudy Guiliani are one example.

I believe, I hope that most Americans can see that there are critical issues here we all must face. White people have a responsibility to listen and try to understand the experience of our black friends, family members and neighbors. We have a responsibility to acknowledge that race matters in society. We have an important role to play in achieving racial fairness.

A big part of that is recognizing our disparate experiences with law enforcement, and in interaction with other institutions in society, due to white privilege. In the classroom, I often share my personal “aha” experience with white privilege.

In my early twenties, I was in a relationship with a black man who surprised me one day by stopping me before we got into my car to make sure I was carrying my driver’s license. I was (still am) an absent-minded guy with a bit of an anti-authority streak, and I frequently hopped into the car with no thought of carrying my driver’s license. Having driven since I was sixteen, it had never occurred to me that I might be pulled over by the police. My boyfriend, who was about the same age as me, asked me: “Do you know what happens when a black man without ID is pulled over by the police?” A light-bulb went off in my head. I was shocked and humbled.

This is white privilege. I had never had to worry about police harassment based on my skin color. The few times I was pulled over for traffic violations, I had never worried about my behavior leading to any repercussions (and I was an ornery little bastard on those occasions, often presented with tickets, but never asked to step out of the car or interrogated about the purpose of my travel). Like many white men, I suspect, I self-righteously fought my fines through the legal system and won on two occasions even when I had been in the wrong. I faced police officers and traffic judges of the same skin color as me and certainly never wondered if my skin color would work against me.

As a gay man, I understand the fear of violence, that simply stepping out into the world places me at risk of harassment, discrimination, and even death because there are people who despise me for an aspect of my identity; and further, if that does occur I cannot count on being treated fairly by authorities who might share that bias. Social workers call that phenomenon adaptive paranoia.

As a white man, I am still learning about the contexts of racial violence and harassment. I don’t walk in those shoes. What I can do is listen, support, call out incidents of injustice, and help create a better world, as Green suggests.

In some ways, I feel there is an even greater gap in social action against racial injustice by non-black people than there is by non-gay people on issues of LGBT injustice. That is not to say that either issue is less or more deserving of action, and perhaps the sheer magnitude of inhumanity with Orlando engendered a bigger reaction across America by non-gay politicians, celebrities, artists, and musicians.

We need that same groundswell of outrage by white people on the issue of police brutality against blacks. #BlackLivesMatter.