The Queer Matrix Through the Decades

Hoping not to prove you can have too much of a good thing, I’m continuing my queer ponderings this week, visual arts-style, with new Queer Matrices.

I spent way more time on these than I’d like to admit, but the results are quite a bit more polished than last week’s laughable mock-up.  I guess I was the last to know:  you can’t do diddly in Paint.

Some definitions first…

The X axis is Queer Content, which could include portrayals of same sex love and relationships, homoeroticism, gender bending, trans experiences, drag, or any representation of queer culture, politics and/or community.

No Queer Content is the absence of any of these.

The Y axis is Queer Sensibility.  The way I define it is looking at the world with a queer lens, through which homoeroticism and same sex love are celebrated, transexuality is transcendent, queer oppression is illuminated and indicted, and heteronormativity is challenged, subverted, and asked to please leave the building.

Non Queer Sensibility is the opposite, meaning looking at the world with a non queer lens, through which heteronormativity is centralized, traditionalized and/or assumed, a gender binary is de rigueur, and opposite sex relationships are the default setting.

Now we’ll take a look at Queer Matrices through the decades…

 

 

 

So what’s next?  The Queer Matrix:  Boy Bands?  Disney?  Punk Music Icons?  I’m open to entertaining suggestions.

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.

Best Gay Novels – My Picks

Since so many of you have asked (ha, ha), I decided this week to post what I consider the best gay novels.  Well, at least the best ones I’ve read. I recently learned that the Publishing Triangle has a list of the 100 best gay and lesbian novels, and I’d only read eight of them.  The list leans toward older and more high brow authors like Thomas Mann and Virginia Woolf so to defend myself (or more likely incriminate myself) I tend to prefer literature that’s more accessible (read: I’m a lazy reader). But I thought the list deserved a response from a semi-educated, gay-on-the-street point of view.  I couldn’t come up with 100 titles. That would be just too pretentious. And I’m not ranking the books either. That would hurt my brain too much.

Cinnamon Gardens by Shyam Selvadurai

The Irreversible Decline of Eddie Socket by John Weir

Hey Joe! by Ben Neihart

The Burning Plain by Michael Nava

Dancing on the Tisha B’Av by Lev Raphael

Saul’s Book by Paul T. Rogers

Son of a Witch by Gregory Maguire

The Buddha of Suburbia by Hanif Kureishi

The Hotel New Hampshire by John Irving

Mysterious Skin by Scott Heim