Filed under: lists, magazines | Tags: adam lambert, cyndi lauper, out, out 100, pandering to the gays, the gays, wanda sykes
“The gay world,” Out Magazine states in the introduction to its annual list of favorite people, “is just like high school.” And that, gentle readers, is why I have no patience for the gay world, or at least Out’s clique-ish vision of what it means to be gay.
The Out 100 was released today, and as usual it’s a mixed and overly large bag. The cover, continuing the high school analogy, talks about the Class of 2009 and places Cyndi Lauper front and center as a member of that class. Don’t get me wrong, I love Cyndi Lauper. But isn’t it odd for a magazine with 100 allegedly notable names to center a high school-themed issue on a fifty-six year old woman who most Americans think disappeared some time around 1986? Yeah, she’s done a lot of fundraising and whatever, and She’s So Unusual is still an awesome album, but does it really make sense for her to be on the cover of an issue about “The People Who Made Our Year?” (more…)
Filed under: money (lack of), personal, shameless self-promotion | Tags: begging, money, personal
So, I think I may be about to break one of the main rules of polite and interesting blogging. I’m going to have a little pledge drive. For myself.
Here’s the thing: I’m basically facing financial ruin. Or, I’m not even facing it. It already happened. I’m doomed.
About a year ago I left my job. I quit, under duress, with few prospects, and in a way that was wonderful. Since I quit I put photo and video work in a couple of gallery shows, and I curated three others. I fought for public libraries, testified against throwing prostitutes in jail, and dedicated a lot of my summer to raising money for a prison book program. This Thursday I’m hosting a reading event that I organized, and next month I’ll be reading in public for the first time at an event in New York (about which more later.) Oh, and I get regularly paid to write now. All of these things are great, and none of them would have happened were I still working at a full-time desk job surrounded by bitter old ladies.
But.
