Anything black, queer, funk, foul, bright, woman, not-woman, not-not brown, yellow, white, fake, false, cruel, straight, permed, natural, skinny, sexy, sleazy, dead. Any body without invasion. Any voice without erasure.
with this review of the winner of the 2010 Thom Gunn Award for Gay Poetry — http://bit.ly/90WpMr
(Fix Me Jesus, Alvin Ailey)
I READ SO MANY tumblrs and blogs. I witness so many photos of women, natural & beautiful. Or of life. And let me tell you this: men can be this, too. Men are. Let me tell you: it is so hard to find men, particularly men of color, even still black men—it’s so hard to find these men in photos where they are in, what I call, a queer moment of grace. This does not necessarily mean two men kissing or embracing (though certainly that wouldn’t be discouraged) and this doesn’t necessarily suggest men in what is often understood as “feminine” pose or garb (but, again … ). But it does mean photos of men expressing some sort of openness (some call this a vulnerability, but that word is not always true: there is a strength to being open and free with one’s self). They express a kind of sincerity, a gentleness and calm (as if a sea, before or just after the wind strikes it… ). And even while they may be physically attractive they turn away ( … somehow … mysteriously …) from being objects of objectification and/or exotification. This is especially important, if I do declare, in regard to men of color, in regard to black men, who have had their sexed cut off because it was less terrifying between a lid and jar than between his legs (Baldwin, Baldwin) … So, with this blog, I’m attempting something: let me tell you I am attempting to create an archive of such photos. ‘Cause I have to.
- from OUT/LOOK 1991 issue.
tag: queer, history