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77coverWhite Crane Issue #77
Summer 2008

RACE & IDENTITY

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Columns
Opening Words "What a Difference a Dash Makes" The Editors
re:Sources  The Editors
Updrafts by Dan Vera
Owner’s Manual “Just Say Hello” by Jeff Huyett
PRAXIS “Racing to the Finish Line”  by Andrew Ramer

Departments

Opening Words “What a Difference a Dash Makes” The Editors
Call for Submissions
Letters to the Editors
Subscriber Information
Contribution Information

Taking Issue

Drifting Toward Love:
A White Crane Conversation with Kai Wright
  by Bo Young
An excerpt from Kai Wright’s Drifting Toward Love
Here, or the White Boy on the Bus  Poetry by Ed Madden
Notes From A Tree Pruner  by Debra East
One More Quote from Alan Keyes
and I Am Shaving My Head by Jay Torrence
Journeys of a Brown Immigrant Fag  by Debanuj DasGupta
I Am My Own Wife: A White Crane Conversation with Doug Wright  by Christopher Murray
Soldiers of Fortune  by Fenton Johnson
A Personal Paradox  by Michael Carosone
My Father Wore a Suit of Fire – Poetry by Jim Nawrocki
Learning To Love The White People by David Gilmore
Confessions of a Kosher Rice Queen  by Anonymous
The Gay Jewish-Asian Thing  by Anonymous
Taking Up Space  Heron Saline

Culture Reviews

Bo Young on Cynthia Burack’s Sin, Sex and Democracy:
Antigay Rhetoric & the Christian Right

Steven LaVigne on Steve Berman’s So Fey: Queer Fairy Fiction
Toby Johnson on Kittridge Cherry’s Jesus in Love: At the Cross
Toby Johnson on Sven Davisson’s The Starry Dynamo
Dan Vera on Edward Field’s After The Fall: Poems Old and New
Bo Young on Jay Floyd’s Forgiving the Franklins
Toby Johnson on Lucien Gregoire’s Murder in the Vatican: Two Books in One Volume
Dan Vera on Susan Jacoby’s Freethinkers: A History of American Secularism
Steven LaVigne on Michael T. Luongo’s The Voyeur
Toby Johnson on Gene Robinson’s  In The Eye of the Storm: Swept to the Center by God

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WC77 – Opening Words

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Editors Note:
What a Difference a Dash Makes

Dan Vera & Bo  Young

Bo:  So.  We’ve been planning this issue for what…four years? five years?

Dan:  Easily that. We didn’t want to do it till we felt we were ready for it and until we thought we could get people who could approach it in a new way.

Bo:  And here we are, a few weeks away from the nomination of the first Black candidate for President of the United States…who’d a thunk it?  Though, I will go on record here as saying that I’m not sure the U.S. is capable of it. Sadly.

Dan:  I hope it is.  I’m sure there were those that said the same thing about Kennedy and his Catholicism when he ran in 1960.

Bo:  True…but anti-Catholicism is a tad milder than the racism at the core of this country

Dan:  I don’t think we remember how pronounced the opposition once was.  Susan Jacoby in her book Freethinkers, which I reviewed for this issue, goes into amazing detail about the anti-Catholic animus and vitriol that greeted Al Smith in 1928 when he ran as the first Catholic candidate for president.

Bo:  True.  I’m actually hoping that the youth vote trumps the racist vote and elects a young man over an old man, white or otherwise.

Dan:  I like to think that the last 8 years fiasco on one extreme, with our Hooverian sitting president, may be just the thing to advance a great leap forward — ala FDR.

Bo:  Perhaps…but this morning I heard a 10 year old boy interviewed on NPR at a science fair…and he was saying he supported Hillary Clinton and that Obama couldn’t make a good president because he was the “wrong religion.”  The interviewer asked him what religion that was and the little boy said “African American.”

Dan:  Wow. So, perhaps the most fitting comment about the timeliness of this issue isn’t Obama’s candidacy but the way in which his candidacy has revealed the real depths of ignorance.  I have to say I’ve been very pleased with the narrative strength of this issue with a lot of people writing from personal perspective.  Much less theoretical, head-talk and more felt experience.

Bo:  We were looking for some new conversation on the topic and I think we got what we were looking for. It only took us five years to find it!

Dan:  Well, it’s been tough.  White Crane has never been as racially or culturally diverse in its voices as we’d like and the hope with this issue was that it would crack us open to a greater spectrum.  It’s a tall order but one that I think we succeeded at.

Bo:  Do you really think we’ve been un-diverse?

Dan: Well, no less then most Gay media, but sure.  If you went by percentages, we haven’t been representative of the general public’s diversity.  We live in a country whose population, according to the last Census eight years ago, is a quarter “non-White” (and I know that’s a complicated designation in itself).  Now I don’t think you could say that most media has a quarter of its pieces by “people of color” or whatever term you’d choose.  It still seems very white dominant and we don’t notice because most of the Gay community still hasn’t wrapped its head around the change in demographics. Neither has the larger culture.  Hell, I still haven’t fully wrapped my head around it.

Bo:  Is this just a matter of everyone is in their own little world, and never the twain shall meet?

Dan:  I really don’t think so.  I think it’s just a matter of being in a period of adjustment.  When I was doing diversity workshops for mostly white congregations it was always a great process of breaking through the misconceptions.  I’d always start by drawing a circle on a chalkboard and asking them to guess a pie-chart of the U.S. population.  They ALWAYS got it wrong.  They always guessed it was like 6% or something POC.  I’d get the same response from mixed groups.  I just think that as a society we haven’t really grokked to the fact that we are living, now, not in the future, in a society where one in four people are not what historically has been the dominant white society.  I always loved doing that demo, because it had people breaking apart their worldviews, about the country they live in.  And then, I would throw a grenade into the very myth of “whiteness.”  That was my second favorite exercise.  About the genocide of ethnic imagination and how the conferring of “whiteness” came with the giving up of history, culture, and a lot of the good stuff that comes with ethnicity.  That’s why I love Michael Carosone’s piece in this issue about Italian-American identity.  He talks about the real desire to honor his ethnicity and culture.  Not as a schtick but as a real ground for understanding.

Bo:  What do you think it would take to actually get a real conversation about race going in this country? I was struck this week, actually, with how conservation seems to have suddenly reached the threshold…advertisers are busily flogging their “greenness.”  When do you think that will happen with “race?”

Dan:  Well, but there’s a real emptiness to the commercial conservative greenness.  Talking about race is still thorny because it comes fraught with real history and the repercussions.  Race gets thorny because we never really talk about it.  And when we do we’re either included, excluded, or doing role plays instead of having the real conversations.  We start from a lot of ignorance, as evidenced by that kid you mentioned who thought Obama’s African-American status was a religion.

Bo:  I think most white people don’t really know what to do about racism and, like Obama tried to say, get tired of being made to feel guilty for something they don’t think they’ve had a hand in, don’t do, and don’t know what to do about it.  And as a result, it never gets talked about.

Dan:  Senator Obama was attempting to start the conversation in Philadelphia with that talk.  But it was really about Black/White splits and history.  We’re a very immature culture when it comes to identity.  And the Gay community isn’t immune to that.  And I have to say that as a Latino I always roll my eyes at the dualistic simplicity of the American race conversation. It’s a ridiculous binary exchange that leaves a lot of us out of the conversation.  Frankly I find it boring or infuriating and for my health and sanity I refuse to take part in those conversations until everyone is named and everyone is included.  And in my experiences I’ve found communities of color just as ignorant of each other’s history and culture as White people are of other cultures.

Bo:  Right.  I’ve never quite bought the idea that only white people are capable of racism that it is solely based in power.  I think that’s true only insofar as “power” is involved in every interpersonal relationship (which is not to say that there isn’t institutional racism, to be sure)

Dan:  But I think it’s helpful to understand a few dynamics at play. On the one hand you have people who have and experience on a day-to-day level a sense of ethnic or racial culture and on the other hand you have people who have sort of come through the meat grinder of assimilation and have lost their culture or identity. The history of communities of distinction in this country is much more complex and frankly, more interesting.  But for huge chunks of population, and these are mostly White people, it’s absolutely missing.  So nationalism become identity and culture.  I do believe many White people have an unspoken woundedness at having lost or having given away, or not having the permission to celebrate their ethnic identity.

Bo:  Yes.  I saw that with all the Native American stuff…white European people who had lost all connection with their roots, their traditions…desperate to embrace something with a little earthiness to it… a little “grit.”

Dan:  I’m not sure that as a culture we’ve really come to grips with the fact that to be called “white” which has no clear cultural understanding — which is a cultural erasure — is to lose identity and history. So that you ask someone about their culture and they say, I’m a mutt. I’m Irish, German, something or other.

Bo:  My mother always said we were “Heinz 57.”  A little of this, a little of that, 57 varieties of genetics.

Dan:  I think about that as a light-complected Latino. My first language was Spanish. My food, culture, and identity is very different. It’s also a blending of my geographic roots. But I’m not sure where I fit in this most days.  I feel very much at home and in diaspora. It becomes even more complicated as a Gay man who will not have progeny, who struggles to figure out what to pass on. As Gay men become experts in heterosexual culture and “pass.” I became an expert in the cultures around me growing up that were not my own. Mexican-American/Chicano and White Anglo culture.

Bo:  I thought for sure we were going to get some piece on being hyphenated.

Dan:  I seriously don’t mind the hyphen. I mean, yeah, on one level it gets confusing. But the truth is that our identities are very much confusing. I say we hyphenate everything that speaks to our complex life. I’m with the poet Gloria Anzaldua on this. I think the only place we meet each other are on the borderlands of or mixed backgrounds — race, geography, sexuality, gender. All these things. It’s the people who think they live in a walled preserve, whose identities have no permeability— those are the truly dangerous ones.  Our experiential roots as Gay people–that is, our experience of coming into a world that didn’t “get us,” that didn’t know what to do with us, and finding a way to move beyond and claim our trueness — those roots should put us clearly in the camp of embracing all of our complexity. Bring it all in. It’s the most honest posture to take on race and identity.

Bo:  I do think the sense of how we as queer people bring something new to the conversation has come through in what we got.

Dan:  Well, hopefully we stimulate a discussion. I certainly wouldn’t want White readers, so identified, to read this issue and think it doesn’t speak to them. I think our work as individuals is to discover the richness in our lives. And rich things are complex. We are living roux in a way. It takes time to understand it. To really get all the complex interaction of our own personal stories.

Bo:  And one of our archetypal roles is “culture carrier.” And another is “culture changer.”  We’re supposed to be expert at being “in between” or is that “in-between?”

Dan:  Perfect.

Bo:  What a difference a little dash makes.

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Bo Young and Dan Vera are editorials mid-wives and co-conspirators in creating each issue of White Crane.  Bo lives in Brooklyn, NY a few blocks from a museum and Dan lives in Washington, DC a few blocks from a Shrine.  Bo is the author of First Touch: A Passion for Men and Day Trilogy and Other Poems. Dan is the author of two chapbooks of poetry.  Visit him at www.danvera.com

If they sometimes seem interchangeable in the minds of White Crane readers it’s because they talk on the phone each day and bask under the shade of the same growing tree, the watering of which they consider their contribution to the continued flowering of gaiety.

You can write them at editors@gaywisdom.org

WC77 – Kai Wright Interview

KaiwrightDrifting Toward Love
Black, Brown, Gay and Coming of Age on the Streets
A White Crane Conversation with Kai Wright

By Bo Young

This is only an excerpt…

As I sit to write this introduction, the radio is filled with discussion of the Sean Bell shooting in New York City. Sean Bell…Amadou Diallo…these are names that have entered the zeitgeist, the vocabulary in New York City out of pages of newsprint and the chattering class. The names mean: “shot to death at the hands of police.” While I must admit to an uncomfortable ambivalence about this case that, on one hand seems an story of over-reaction by the NYPD, and on the other a story of two Black officers, one Latino officer and young black men in a car used as in a way that could easily be interpreted as a weapon… I can readily say this: In a world of nuance I would not want to be a cop. In New York City or Los Angeles or Chicago, I would not want to be a young Black man…much less a Gay, young, Black man.

White Crane has an on-going commitment to the “generation conversation” and has, over the years, dedicated a number of issues to a variety of approaches to the subject. If we truly are a “community” one of the more uncomfortable facets of the generation conversation is how we take care of our children. “Children” is not a subject easily broached in a community that flinches with the expectation of predatory accusations as soon as the subject is brought up. And we’re not speaking of adoptive family structures, or the occasional “look-how-far-we’ve-come” story of a same-sex couples attending high school proms or drag “Prom Queens” or “Prom King.”

While the advances that have been accomplished in GLBT civil rights have been nothing short of remarkable in the past 30+ years, GLBT children largely still live in isolation, in hostile environments. Suffice it to say, if it’s difficult for a U.S. Senator to come to terms with his sexuality, imagine a 15-year-old living in Boise. In a country that still struggles with a separation of church and state and oppresses anything other than hetero-normative sex, our young people remain alone on the front lines. Drive down the mean streets of any major American city and it is impossible to miss the numbers of vagrant youth you see. San Francisco, San Diego, Miami, Phoenix and other warm climate cities are particularly highly populated and it becomes almost impossible to walk down the streets without being panhandled or solicited in some manner.

It is impossible to count precisely how many itinerant youth there are on the streets of U.S. major cities. These young people—mostly African-American or Latino, often homeless, but more likely from poor and working-class families—are what policy-makers and social services agencies refer to as “at-risk.” At risk youth rank among the most likely to experience the wide range of social ills: suicide, drug addiction, dropping out of school, hate crimes and HIV infection. Indeed, according to the recent CDC reports, data from 33 states indicates that new HIV or AIDS diagnoses among African-American Gay and bisexual men aged 13 to 24 went from just under 1,000 cases in 2001 to more than 1,600 cases in 2005. In New York City, the NYC Health Department found that in the past six years, new HIV diagnoses have doubled among men ages 13 to 19. Service providers have long estimated that GLBT youth account for 20 to 40 percent of people without homes. Recent studies have found that more than 25 percent of Gay youth surveyed drop out of school, citing harassment as the lead reason.

Drifting Toward Love: Black, Brown, Gay and Coming of Age on the Streets of New York is Kai Wright’s new book that explores these stark realities. In it, he explores the lives of three young Gay men living in Brooklyn, New York. Through a harrowing and often touching narrative he puts the broad debate about sexual politics and generation conversation into the context of real lives. And at the same time provides important insight into the difficult choices we all as we come of age as individuals and as a community. We spoke with Wright about his book.

Bo Young: Kai, how long did you work on Drifting Towards Love?

Kai Wright: In many ways I started working on the book at the start of my career, while reporting for the Washington Blade newspaper ten years ago. One of the first stories I wrote was about the challenges of reconciling racial and sexual identities and how that affects the “risks” we take and face as Gay men of color.

I have written story after story about how at-risk we are for everything from HIV to violence, and I’ve found it frustrating the way we talk and think about risk—as a set of narrow, disembodied choices, removed from broader life context. So the book was an effort to take all of the reporting I’ve done on risk-taking in the lives of Gay men, particularly Gay men of color, and put it back into the context of real life. Then, as I searched for people to profile and build a narrative around, I found that the story kept getting in the way. The young people I write about have terribly volatile lives, where they’re heading along OK one day and their world turns to chaos the next. So I’d meet someone once or twice and hit it off but then lose track of him or her. That was the tough part. The three guys the narrative focuses on turned out to be the three that stayed around the longest. And for them, the timing varied but I talked to them off and on for a little over a year.

Bo: What is your background? And how did you go about building trust with these young people? What are your authorial/cultural antecedents, if you will? Whose writing on these subjects did you find useful?

Kai: I’m not sure I can offer any insight on my authorial antecedents—there are likely too many to list! But I have to say that part of what motivated me to write the book is how little has been written about young Gay folks period, certainly those of color, that isn’t academic or self-help. There’s a real paucity of accessible, journalistic discussion about Gay life in general, actually. Our discussions are narrowly focused on either the political or public health challenges Gay folks present, rather than on real Gay lives. And perhaps because of that, there’s also this obsession with closeted or “down low” Gay men of color that crowds out conversation about far larger ranks of us who are trying to live out, healthy lives but who face real external barriers to doing so. So I wanted to offer narrative-driven, relatable stories about an experience that gets little airtime, if you will, and tell those stories from the protagonists’ perspectives rather than from the perspective of a researcher or an activist.

Bo: How did you meet the subjects that “stuck around” from the Christopher Street pier story, as you put it?

Kai: Ultimately, the guys in the book ended up being people with who were close to someone I had a connection with as well. Each of them spent significant time at the house in East New York and developed close connections with one of the owners. And I had personal connections there as well, and that allowed me to both keep up with the guys and gain their trust. I’m sure it helped that I’m a black Gay man myself, and was able to identify with a lot of the themes in their lives, if not the specific circumstances.

Bo: Are you still in touch with them? And have they seen the book, and what has their response been to the book, if any?

Kai: I’m still closely in touch with Manny, and he’s doing marvelously. He has continued to parlay his contrarian streak into paid work as a community organizer, and despite never going back to high school is doing well in that realm today. Though, he’s still leading a somewhat boxed-off life—most folks he works with have no idea about his not-so-distant history and the rough path he’s traveled. He does love the book though, or tells me he does at least. That’s rewarding because, again, I wanted to give him and the others a chance to speak for themselves. So often we just speak about them.

Julius, on the other hand, disappeared before I finished reporting the book, and I haven’t spoken to him since. Only one person I know of from his life here in NYC has been in touch with him and she declines to offer details. But she confirms that things have not turned out well, thus far, for Julius. He’s such a brilliant guy, but it sounds like the accumulated emotional trauma has caught up with him. I haven’t been in touch with Carlos, but I understand he’s still in East New York trying to sort out living there as an out Gay man.

Bo: Statistics show that 25 to 40% of homeless kids are LGBT…that’s just staggering. You do a pretty dead on job of assessing Covenant House, I thought…Who, do you think is out there doing innovative work with these young Gay homeless populations?

Kai: Well, I think the Ali Forney Center here in NYC has the right approach, and there may be others nationally that I’m not familiar with. They really try to deal with the problem holistically, not just placing youth in housing but really working with them on life skills ranging from holding a job to dating. They’ve just launched a neat “coaching” program that pairs groups of Gay adults with cohorts of the youth in their apartments for a series of seminars and activities. I think that sort of thing is right on-finding innovative ways to get Gay adults involved in their lives. I also just heard of a neat web initiative that the Trevor Project is launching. The Trevor Project is a mental health hotline for LGBT kids, with all sorts of resources for them to call and/or access when in crisis. But they’re starting a Gay youth social networking site called TrevorSpace.org that is trying to connect with youth before they reach the point of crisis. I think that’s important. So much of what’s out there is only available once you’re homeless or HIV infected or at death’s door in one way or another. This is a project to build support and community before there’s a problem.

But the tragedy is that there’s just not enough work going on in the Gay community period on this issue. The need is simply overwhelming, as the stats show, and yet the resources are meager. From money to volunteers to political priorities, I think we really have failed our youth. There are myriad reasons for that and real challenges here, but the community nationally and locally has proven an ability to make progress on seemingly intractable problems when we focus on them. It’s time we take responsibility for these young people.

Bo: What kind of response have you had in the Gay press about the book?

Kai: I think a really positive one. The folks who have taken interest in the book have been generally moved by the stories and have had lots to say about what we can and should be doing as a community to support these sorts of guys. So I’m heartened to see that there’s at least a willingness—and in some cases a hunger—to talk about these issues.

Bo: I frequently struggled, as I read, to differentiate between what in the stories were particular to being Gay and what was particular to being Black or brown, bicultural issues, inner city vs small town innocent stories. I’m not suggesting in any way that racism is not a factor in their lives, but by the same token, there were so many places where I kept thinking “that’s exactly what it was like for me when I was coming out” and I came out thirty years before these kids were even born! And I didn’t have the internet. I grew up in a small suburban town in one of the most Republican counties in America and I remember driving around as soon as I got my driver’s license trying to find one of these “Gay bars” I’d heard about, and never finding one. I’ve gone back to this day and not found one. I grew up thinking, until I was almost 21 years old, that I was the only Gay person in the world and feeling every bit as disconnected as these kids, but without any of the hints they all seemed to find so readily these days as a result of the last thirty plus years of LGBT civil rights work. I was struck with how quickly each of them were able to identify other Gay people in their lives, for example. And how they were able to connect with things like YES and whathaveyou. In many ways, the most striking gap, the more affecting gap in the stories you tell seem to be more about economics than about race. Can you comment on that?

Kai: I’d say the fact that these stories, all of which are set in the last few years, are so familiar to your experiences 30 years ago speaks volumes; these last 30 years of Gay civil rights work have helped some more than others. And the point I want to make is based on outcomes:

Clearly, young black and Latino Gay men are consistently at the top of the list of people who end up facing terrible outcomes ranging from HIV infection to homelessness. Nine out of 10 HIV infections among Gay men under 20 in NYC in 2006 were black or Latino. 90 percent! Is it class? Is it race? Is it geography? It’s all of the above. But to dismiss the role race plays, given the numbers, is wishful thinking. The theory I push in the book is that these disparities are directly related to the search for space in a world that offers them so little of it. Yes, their challenges are universal-not just to Gay folks, but to all people. We all go through the process of first defining ourselves and then finding a place in which the self we’ve defined can exist and be loved. The difference is that the young people in this book have such extraordinary barriers at both steps, and have so few resources to deploy in overcoming those barriers.

But I’d also avoid comparing states of oppression. The book’s point is to describe an experience that gets very little meaningful attention either inside or outside of the Gay community, and race is an important part of that experience, though clearly not all of it. And my critique of the Gay community is that it has done little to welcome and meaningfully support guys like Manny, Julius and Carlos. The same can be said for a whole lot of other folks, sure, but I’m interested in the unique experience of being black or Latino and trying to find room to be Gay. For all the Gay space that exists in NYC, it is not universally accessible—it’s overwhelmingly white, middle class and 18 and up. So ultimately, what I hope readers take away from this book is an understanding that it’s insufficient to carve out Gay ghettos that aren’t accessible to vast swaths of the community. And that’s not just a critique of the mainstream Gay community, but also of the burgeoning black Gay community. If we just recreate the middle class utopias of Chelsea and Dupont Circle in black face, I’m not sure we’ve achieved anything. Someone’s got to start building space in places like East New York, too.

Bo: I heard an interview where you talk about how there’s no boutiques in East New York, and none of the Gay press etc. How is that different from a Gay black kid growing up in rural Tennessee or Georgia, for example?

Kai: I’m not sure it is. But part of what’s compelling about setting the story in NYC is that it contrasts with the notion that there’s a mythical Gay promised land out there that we can all escape into. One of the most striking things I came across was in Carlos’ life. Here’s a young Puerto Rican man who’d lived his whole life in Brooklyn. And throughout the entirety of his life, one of the largest Gay pride rallies in the world unfolded a 30 minute subway ride from his front door. But he was in his early 20s before he ever noticed the thing. That says something about the distance that exists between the Gay community and people like Carlos, and that distance has little to do with geography.

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Kai Wright is a writer and editor living in Brooklyn, NY whose work explores the politics of sex, race and health. Wright has reported from all over the world for independent and community-based media, ranging from Mother Jones to Essence magazines. He has also written and edited series of monographs exploring the AIDS epidemic among African-Americans, published by the Black AIDS Institute. He is the author of two books of African-American history: Soldiers of Freedom: An Illustrated History of African Americans in the Armed Forces, and The African-American Archive: The History of the Black Experience through Documents.

WC77 – Debanuj DasGupta

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Journeys of a Brown Immigrant Fag

Reflections on building cross-race trust
in multiple struggles for justice.

By Debanuj DasGupta

This is only an excerpt…

This morning I was informed via Facebook about the death of Richard Sandman. He was an immigration attorney and came to several Queer Immigrant Rights (QuIR) Project meetings. I have spent many a time drinking after QuIR meetings with him, talking about detention, rights of asylee, friend’s cases, and secretly harbored a crush on him.

I pray to the goddess to let his soul rest in peace.

As I sat down to pray for him this morning, I was reminded of my own journey vis-à-vis my relationship with white allies in the struggle for liberation of migrants, people of color and LGBT people. From being a “brown boy” for my “white master” to the “brown power boy” to being a social justice activist choosing to struggle with conscientious white anti-racist allies I have come a long way, and tender souls like Richard have contributed towards that journey.

I don’t want people to think that this article is an ode to all the white allies that I have worked with, rather this is a critical call for all of us to be self-reflexive in our multiple struggles. For it is only in continued reflection on our work, newer paths will emerge!

I moved from the “rustbelt” to New York City in search of a critical Queer people of color community, and at the onset realized that to make a living in the LGBT movement, my day jobs would have to be in “white”-dominated LGBT organizations, while my evening and weekend volunteer work would be for communities of color. Such is the nature of the LGBT non-profit economy, free under-appreciated labor is what constitutes most of the radical work. Tired of this division and confused over how my English educated, nerdy brown body was being deployed as the academic researcher, I left paid jobs within the LGBT movement, and took up consulting gigs in the Asian civil rights sector. Only to realize that I had to let my sexuality slide in order to fit in!

My LGBT people of color pride was beaming when I joined a South-Asian Left collective, and for the first time was severely challenged by attacks on identity politics. As the queers and the feminists huddled around the tiny kitchen in our Brooklyn commune, bitching and moaning about old school lefties, it dawned upon us that sexuality and gender identity was not just a matter of identity that along with race and class was an axis along which society was stratified. Armed with post-structuralism we went back and fought relentlessly. I resigned and chose to come back to LGBT organizing, to push our movement on institutional issues.

Committed to continuously work at the intersections of race, class, immigration status, sexuality and gender identity, I joined the National People of Color Organizing Institute (POCOI) as the Co-Coordinator. At Creating Change 2002 in Portland, we presented some of the initial curriculum of this intersectional analysis. In the initial days of the collective, we needed to do a lot of trust building work; there were tensions of yellow vs. black vs. brown, veteran vs. younger! These tensions almost imploded the collective. I saw firsthand what sexism did to the leadership of Queer women of color. Quietly, I built friendships with some of the leading Queer women of color, and held long phone conversations, and strategize about how to challenge the Gay male of color hegemony in these collectives. After four long years of grueling struggle we were able to As I sat down to pray for him this morning, I was reminded of my own journey vis-à-vis my relationship with white allies in the struggle for liberation of migrants, people of color and LGBT people. From being a “brown boy” for my “white master” to the “brown power boy” to being a social justice activist choosing to struggle with conscientious white anti-racist allies I have come a long way, and tender souls like Richard have contributed towards that journey.

I don’t want people to think that this article is an ode to all the white allies that I have worked with, rather this is a critical call for all of us to be self-reflexive in our multiple struggles. For it is only in continued reflection on our work, newer paths will emerge!

I moved from the “rustbelt” to New York City in search of a critical Queer people of color community, and at the onset realized that to make a living in the LGBT movement, my day jobs would have to be in “white”-dominated LGBT organizations, while my evening and weekend volunteer work would be for communities of color. Such is the nature of the LGBT non-profit economy, free under-appreciated labor is what constitutes most of the radical work. Tired of this division and confused over how my English educated, nerdy brown body was being deployed as the academic researcher, I left paid jobs within the LGBT movement, and took up consulting gigs in the Asian civil rights sector. Only to realize that I had to let my sexuality slide in order to fit in!

My LGBT people of color pride was beaming when I joined a South-Asian Left collective, and for the first time was severely challenged by attacks on identity politics. As the queers and the feminists huddled around the tiny kitchen in our Brooklyn commune, bitching and moaning about old school lefties, it dawned upon us that sexuality and gender identity was not just a matter of identity that along with race and class was an axis along which society was stratified. Armed with post-structuralism we went back and fought relentlessly. I resigned and chose to come back to LGBT organizing, to push our movement on institutional issues.

Committed to continuously work at the intersections of race, class, immigration status, sexuality and gender identity, I joined the National People of Color Organizing Institute (POCOI) as the Co-Coordinator. At Creating Change 2002 in Portland, we presented some of the initial curriculum of this intersectional analysis. In the initial days of the collective, we needed to do a lot of trust building work; there were tensions of yellow vs. black vs. brown, veteran vs. younger! These tensions almost imploded the collective. I saw firsthand what sexism did to the leadership of Queer women of color. Quietly, I built friendships with some of the leading Queer women of color, and held long phone conversations, and strategize about how to challenge the Gay male of color hegemony in these collectives. After four long years of grueling struggle we were able to institute change in leadership and content. Our struggles as First Nation, Asian, South-Asian, Arab, African, African-American, Hispanic/Latina, and Mixed Race was also connected with anti-war, economic, reproductive and sexual justice. We consciously chose to honor women and transgender leaders of color in our communities.

During this long bitter internal struggle within the collective, my inner world was going through radical transformation. I was in intensive group therapy for fourteen weeks with five other adult male survivors of childhood sexual abuse. This was an intense healing process, a process that continues to this day. I was the only male of color in the group, and hence very guarded, often angry to be thrown in with a bunch of white boys! As the weeks unfolded and we learned to unpack our baggage, these five white boys became fellow survivors of abuse with me. As we challenged each other, I learned how to manage my triggers in a mixed racial setting, and ways to challenge racism while continuing to work with white men. I literally let go of immense amounts of physical pain, and as I sat down on the steps of Columbia University with my fellow traveler in healing (a really cute straight white boy) and discussed the boundaries of our friendship, I realized my healing had only begun!

Since then, I flip-flop between formations based solely on specific identities such as South-Asian Lesbian and Gay Association to formations of multiple identities that take certain positions such as Queer’s for Economic Justice. In my work with white allies I always allowed us time to build trust. Small exercises such as cooking together for collective picnics are indicative to me of the ways we can share labor, take leadership and collectively build a movement for social justice. I am blessed to have been held accountable and to have built trust with several LGBT activists, many of them tender, loving, conscientious white activists.

And as I sit on a cloudy, rainy Cleveland spring morning in front my computer, in the house I am building with my longtime white friend, race along with class and nationality is the place where we begin our conversations and not end.

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Debanuj DasGupta is a gender, sexuality and social justice activist whose work has spanned 15 years and two continents. In 1994 he founded the first HIV/AIDS prevention program for Gay-identified men and men-who-have-sex-with-men in Kolkata, India. Since relocating to the U.S. Debanuj has been involved with anti-violence, LGBT liberation, immigrant rights and HIV/AIDS movements and is the past Co-Coordinator of the National People of Color Organizing Institute for the National Gay and Lesbian Taskforce. He has served on advisory boards of the National Network for Immigrants and Refugee Rights along with the South Asian Health Initiative at NYU. In 2006, Debanuj was awarded the prestigious New Voices Fellowship by the Academy for Educational Development. He makes his home in between Akron,OH and New York City.  He blogs at the Gay Wisdom blog.

WC77 – Personal Paradox

CarasoneA Personal Paradox
My Life as an Italian American Gay Man; or,
The Identity Crises of Ethnic Queers/Queer Ethnics

By Michael Carosone

This is only an excerpt…

Out of the crooked timber of humanity, no straight thing was ever made.” — Immanual Kant

I hated being me practically my entire life. I hated being Italian American practically my entire life. I hated the negative stereotypes associated with being Italian American; I did not want to admit that I was American of Italian descent because of such negative stereotypes and images. As a young child, I wanted to change my last name to “Carson,” or something else “non-Italian.” I was embarrassed and ashamed of who I was and where I came from. My identity was in a crisis, and it would not be until many years later—in my adulthood—after reading much about Italian Americans, written by Italian Americans, that my identity crisis would come to an end. Literature has amazing powers that can change the lives of the readers; literature saved my life.

When I was a young child in elementary school—I cannot remember the exact age—I had a difficult time relating to the other students. I knew that I did not “fit in.” I was not the only American of Italian descent, but I was one of the few in a school with mostly Jewish American and Irish American children. And of course, I befriended the other three to five children who were also Italian American. We formed a close bond.

Later in life, I would come to realize that my ethnicity was not the only aspect of my life that marginalized me, and made me not “fit in.” As a homosexual male, my sexual orientation also marginalized me, and made me feel like an outcast, made me feel less than human. And it must be stated, and known, that with its conservative and traditional ways of thinking, the Italian American community—my own community—has not always been accepting and understanding of my sexual orientation. Ironically, one marginalized community marginalizes—even minimizes and oppresses—another marginalized community.

Italians definitely have a history. Italian Americans have a history. The Gay community worldwide has a history—although it is constantly being attacked and ignored. But, sadly, Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgender, and Queer (or GLBTQ (I will use these terms interchangeable in this article.) Italian Americans do not have a history—a recorded history that is. Yes, we exist, but our existence has not been recorded, read, and studied, thoroughly, with sincerity and respect.

As a Gay Italian American man, I no longer want to be invisible; I want my voice to be heard, and I know that others like me feel the same way. I hope to bring awareness to my community’s ambivalent and quiet battle for attention and acceptance, equality and respect.  I wish to initiate a discourse on the important and worthy topic that is the lives, struggles, histories, and futures of GLBTQ Italian Americans. 

Do Gay Italian Americans disgrace their families? The answer is yes and no; thus, a paradox is formed. Yes, many queer Italian Americans disgrace their families. And no, many queer Italian Americans do not disgrace their families. It is all relative, and it depends on the family. I have observed both sides of the paradox. I have known both: Gay Italian Americans who have been accepted by their families when they came out of the closet; and Gay Italian Americans who have been rejected by their families, making them wish that they had remained in the closet.

Furthermore, I think that another very important question to ask is: Why must sexuality be repressed for ethnicity; or, ethnicity for sexuality? Why must we repress one for the other? The answer to such a question lies in the strict gender codes of every society.

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WC77 – Gay Jewish-Asian Thing

Lchaimfortune

The Gay Jewish-Asian Thing
by Anonymous

This is a companion essay with "Confessions of a Kosher Rice Queen"

I think Jewish men are hot. I’m not quite sure why this is so. Nothing in my background would seem to predict this. I’m not Jewish myself; in fact, I’m a Gay-Asian-American guy. None of my boyfriends, past or present, have been Jewish. I grew up in California in a Roman Catholic working-class town. With the exception of two years on the Upper West Side, I have pretty much lived, worked, and hung out in predominantly Christian environments.

And yet, I think Jewish men are hot. Over the last year or so, I’ve hooked up with at least half a dozen Gay Jewish guys. I don’t have an account on Gayjews.com. I don’t hang out at Jewcy events. I don’t attend services at Congregation Beth Simchat Torah, at least not on a regular basis. But I keep on meeting and having really great sex with Jewish guys, and I no longer think this is just a coincidence.

I’ve been told there’s a Jewish-Asian thing in the straight world. I’m not just talking about Jews going to Chinese restaurants on Christmas Day in Manhattan, or the rapidly growing Buddhist-Jewish (Bu-Jew) movement. I’m talking about full-fledged Jewish-Asian relationships, and there are a lot of them out there. My brother is married to a Jewish woman, and the sister of one of my Jewish fuck buddies is married to an Asian man. Mere coincidence? I don’t think so.

There’s definitely a Jewish-Asian thing going on in the Gay world as well, even though I haven’t read very much about this in the queer press. The Gay Asian American actor B.D. Wong has a Jewish boyfriend. A number of my Gay and Lesbian Asian American friends have Jewish partners or play buddies. I’ve noticed that a higher-than-average number of my Jewish fuck buddies like Asian guys. And I mean really like Asian guys.

In the Gay world, there are labels for people who have certain types. Rice queens are white guys who like Asian men. Potato queens are Asian men who like white guys. Sticky rice queens are Asian men who like other Asian men. I suppose if I’m anything at this point in my sexual journey, it would be a Matzoh queen, although I have slept with guys from the entire spectrum of the rainbow coalition.

I’ve met my Jewish fuck buddies in all kinds of places. Some guys I’ve met through online services like Gay.com or m4m4sex.com. One guy I met at a four-way orgy. Another I met at a jerk-off party. Still another I met at an erotic massage workshop. And I’ve probably played with a lot of other Jewish guys, but I never knew it because we were too busy doing other things than talking.

There are some interesting patterns that I’ve noticed, beyond the obvious fact that all of my Jewish play buddies are cut and I’m not. Most of them have hairy chests and legs, which is hot. Most are into jerking off, kissing, and nipple play, which is also hot. Most are around my height or a little taller. Most are in their thirties. Most have nice bodies and unfounded anxieties about their dick size, but I think that may just be a guy thing. More are bottoms than tops. And most like sex. A lot.

But I suspect my attraction to Jewish guys is deeper than just the physical and the sexual aspects. For one, there is the intellectual component. I’ve learned that at least five of my Jewish play buddies are lawyers, which is an interesting pattern but not terribly surprising, since I do think that smart boys are sexy. (Come to think of it, I had an intense but nonsexual relationship with a Gay Jewish law student some years ago.)

There is also the “family values” component. As a Gay Asian American man, I can relate to the loving but complicated relationships that a lot of Gay Jewish guys have with their biological families and, in particular, their mothers. I’ve come to realize that guilt transcends all ethnic boundaries, which, in a way, is rather refreshing.

And then there are the ambivalent feelings that Gay Jews and Gay Asians have with the larger Gay community. Although there are a lot of us in the larger Gay community, especially in urban areas such as New York City, I think many of us feel like outsiders or out of place because of our distinct ethnic, cultural, and religious identities. Neither of us fully “belong” to the A&F or Chelsea-boy worlds in which we inhabit.

But most of all, there is the spiritual component. There is something within me that deeply resonates with Jewish faith and ritual practices. Over the last few years, I have come to learn a lot about rabbinic Judaism, and not just through my fuck buddies. One of my friends is a rabbi in the conservative movement, and we’ve spent hours talking about everything from feminist midrash to parve desserts to anti-Semitism in The Passion.

There is also something deeply moving to me about the longing for G-d in the Jewish spiritual tradition and the erotic longing for our sexual partners. I’ve tasted this longing in a number of ways, whether it’s attending Shabbat services at BJ, or chanting the Shalom Aleikhem and washing my hands before the b’rakhah over bread, or participating in Kol Nidre services, or making out with a cute Jewish guy.

I’m not sure what this all means. Maybe this means that I can’t separate the sexual from the spiritual. Maybe I’m just a slut, both sexually and spiritually. But I do know that Jewish men are hot.

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WC77 – Kosher Rice Queen

Lchaimfortune

Confessions of a Kosher Rice Queen
by Anonymous

This is a companion essay with "The Gay Jewish-Asian Thing"

The first time I heard the term, I’d just finished hooking up with a guy I met on AOL. “So, are you a Rice Queen?” he asked, mopping up some of the fluids.

“Huh?” I replied. But then I figured it out, and started to laugh, proceeding to loudly deny that I was any such thing. Even though, as my trick pointed out, we’d met in GAM4GWM.  What was I doing there, if I wasn’t a rice queen?

Rice Queen: White guy who likes Asian guys. I get it. (Later I learned the term ‘Potato Queen,’ which is the reverse.  I didn’t like being thought of as a potato.)

Am I one? For a while, I thought of Asian guys as being “just for practice.” That’s what, growing up a nice Jewish boy in middle class America, we were told shiksas (non-Jewish girls) were for: Practice. When you’re done practicing, you find yourself a good JAP and settle down in the suburbs—that’s JAP, Jewish American Princess, not Jap, the Asian slur. It’s a dehumanizing idea, of course, that a certain kind of person is an object "for practice," but then, what about being a nice, closeted Jewish boy in middle class America wasn’t dehumanizing?

The concept transferred easily to Asian guys, because of the sense of Otherness, just as there had been about shiksas.  Plus, for whatever reason, they were easier to score.
But I think it was always more than that. When I was still in my coming out process, I was attracted to Asian guys for reasons that I suspect most Rice Queens are, but refuse to publicly admit it: we Potatoes saw Asians as being like girlie-men. For someone still struggling with sexual attraction to men, Asians are kind of, you know, in-between. Those lithe Japanese boys, the skinny Vietnamese kids. So smooth…so boyish…such tight asses, and small cocks. I mean, they’re almost girls, aren’t they?

So runs the stereotype and, I think, so runs the subconscious thought-process. They’re smooth, so that means they’re effeminate, so that means they’re almost feminine. Maybe Asian boys really are for practice—practice for how to be Gay. Of course, this, too, is dehumanizing, and outrageous, and something close to racist. Which is why it is never spoken.

Since my taste for rice has endured well past my coming out, I think there’s more to it than that, thankfully. What I’ve come to see is a little more subtle, and more personal: that all these smooth, smart, geeky boys resemble no one so much as myself, when I was sixteen and scared. Their bodies look just like the ones I desired as a teenager—the studious, slim, smooth Jewish yeshiva boys, pre-vulgarization, pre-college, still very much dreaming of their mother’s wombs.

Let me be clear that I neither buy into nor condone the stereotyping of Asian men as effeminate, or small in size, or bottom in position. But, having said that, let’s also admit that most stereotypes have a grain or two of truth about them, and this one is no exception, at least in my experience. There’s a reason we gravitate toward certain types, even as we hopefully realize those types are generalizations, not prescriptions.

And, obviously, stereotypes work both ways, not least when two men are looking to meet a certain "type." One time, a Japanese guy I was with said he admired Jewish men because “there are so few of you, but you control, like, the whole world.” Another time, a Korean guy told me that his parents said he could only marry another Korean—except if the girl was Jewish. He said, “It’s because you’re so smart, and good with money. You’re much smarter than most white people.” You, plural, I assumed.

My own projected image of the young, innocent Asian as doppleganger for my younger, more innocent self is quite at odds with another myth: that of the mysterious, mystical, inscrutable Oriental. If my dates are any guide, I’m far less scrutable, and more mystical, than most of the Asian tricks I’ve met. I sit long meditation retreats at Buddhist monasteries, I love Zen architecture and design. While I have no illusions about the genocidal Chinese government, I probably do have a few about the enlightened Tibetans. I try not to be one of those silly European Asiaphiles—but I can handle the criticism.
Yet when I’m with some Vietnamese boy, I’m not thinking of Thich Nhat Hanh, or even pad thai. My thoughts are mostly superficial: legs, hair, chest, dick. And a little emotional: vulnerability, lightness. But nothing deeply connected to religion, history, or culture. It’s almost as if the two myths never touch one another.

Or maybe those ‘superficial’ thoughts are actually clues to something that lies deeper than Chinese food or pagodas. On the cultural level, yes, Jews and Asians share an Otherness to mainstream WASP culture—but it’s an Otherness very different from the experience of African-Americans or Latinos.  In our myth, we basically made it; in theirs, the struggle goes on.  Jews love to whine about anti-semitism, of course, but, well, we actually do control a disproportionate share of wealth. And we see in Asians the traits which got us here: brains, hard work, bookishness, determination. Let the Italians get tough and the WASPs drink their gin and tonics. We got into Harvard because we earned it—and we see in Asians the “new Jews.” It isn’t just that Jews have always loved Chinese food. We see ourselves in them.

But there is something still deeper at work. Jewish men aren’t just Other to WASP culture—they’re Other to straight culture as well. Jews snicker when they read about Goldstein, the Jewish wrestler. We idolize the few who have broken into athletic superstardom—Sandy Koufax has a permanent seat on our collective bima. And we love to note the secret Jewish names of famous Hollywood actors, closeted kikes who have passed for WASP. We know that the typical Jew is a book-reading intellectual; that’s why Gene Simmons’ Israeli accent is so funny to us. Israeli machismo is a joke precisely because it is Jewish machismo, which is an oxymoron. So when queer Jews look into the Oriental Mirror, they see themselves not only culturally, but physically, sexually as well.
Like Judaism’s medieval rabbis, who glossed "athletic" as "wicked," I find machismo to be a turnoff.  Like the Kabbalists, I think androgyny is hot. Security and confidence are overrated; I crave vulnerability. I think, when I look into the brown eyes of my Asian lover and hold his delicate fingers in my hand, I see a reification of my own Jewish resistance to the norms of goyish masculinity. To hell with blue eyes and Aryan cocks. We’re turned on by the tentativeness, the fragility, and the intellectualism, because underneath those shared traits, hiding under a tantalizing shell of shyness, there is a deeper affinity. If those smart boys are anything like me, they’re horny as hell.

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WC77 – Updrafts by Dan Vera

Danvera_sep_2Updrafts
Edited by Dan Vera

The exchange of thoughts is a condition necessary for all love, all friendship, and all real dialogue.
Jorge Luis Borges

The Christian Right says bring back the melting pot. Restore ‘traditional values.’  Re-institute prayer in schools. Preserve the primacy of Western civilization (the only one that matters anyway). And not least, protect that critical bedrock of American greatness: ‘the American family.’  Such pronouncements reveal an intense, even pathological desire to perpetuate a thoroughly obsolete myth of America, and through this, a repressively orthodox system of sociocultural entitlement.    Marlon Riggs

Third World populations are changing the face of North America.  The new face has got that delicate fold in the corner of the eye and that wide-bridged nose.  The mouth speaks in double negatives and likes to eat a lot of chíle.    Cherríe Moraga

If I have one word for fellow Christians, I would ask them to keep their eyes on the love of Jesus, and not to confuse the blood at Calvary with the KoolAid of homophobia in America.  We have to call into question our own particular prejudices that we inherit, that have nothing to do with the loving gospel of Jesus.  That challenge is to the Black Church precisely because we have too many Black folk who are suffering because of the inability to talk about sexuality.    Cornel West

Question: I have always felt that feminism/gay rights was piggy backing off the civil rights movement. I will never forget and never forgive feminists for basically throwing Fannie Lou Hamer out of their movement because of her deep opposition to Abortion. Your movement is profoundly, to use your own neologism, classist and I suspect racist.

Suzanne Pharr: I think that there is deep racism and classism within the women’s movement, and the gay and lesbian movement. But I also think there are individuals and organizations in both those movements that have gone to the line on the issues of civil rights. I wouldn’t say that we piggybacked on the civil rights movement. I would say we’re a daughter of the civil rights movement. It gave birth to the women’s movement, the gay and lesbian movement and to The People With Disabilities movement. I think we should never use the scarcity model when thinking about civil and human rights. That is, we should not think that if someone else gains civil rights protections, that it will take away something from me. We are seeking a democracy here, trying to build one, and it’s going take a large sense of generosity and tolerance and inclusion.    Suzanne Pharr

What passes for identity in America is a series of myths about one’s heroic ancestors.    James Baldwin

I love the wry motto of the Paleontological Society (meant both literally and figuratively, for hammers are the main tool of our trade): Frango ut patefaciam — I break in order to reveal.”    Stephen Jay Gould

There is a very advantageous position among leftist writers who live in capitalistic countries who enjoy all the benefits of democracy and great profits they earn while attacking democracy while they live in a democratic country.  Maybe if those writers lived in a communist country from where they could not get out – they might change the way they think. Since living there, they would not be able to write a word!  So for us, who suffered so much in Cuba,  it’s infuriating to see people enjoy all the security that comes with democracy – getting pleasure attacking it and becoming rich from doing this!    Reinaldo Arenas

We’re always constructing ourselves, so I don’t think there’s an end to it.  in fact, to me it’s liberating to not think of identity as some organic property that we have to find and stick to, but actually something that is constructed, or that’s imposed, that we can then counter by taking a different route and re-dressing it, and the re-dressing it again.  It’s like having every possibility at your fingertips, as opposed to some natural sense of who we’ll be imprisoned by for the rest of our lives.    Todd Haynes

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WC77 – Praxis by Andrew Ramer

Andrewramer_sep_3Racing to the Finish Line
(and probably/possibly being politically incorrect at the very same time)

Praxis by Andrew Ramer

When I was a little boy growing up in New York City I would hear older relatives using two different terms to talk about what I eventually realized were the same people: “Americans” and “White People.” As in, “White people eat white bread. We eat rye. Americans take their hats off in church. We keep ours on in synagogue.” Mind you, these aunts and uncles of mine were all American born. And while their English had a certain inflection that even without the Yiddish sprinkled through it would have given them away as New York Jews, English was the language of their education, the language they dreamed in, and the only language that they passed on to their children: “Yiddish not spoken here.”

A few years ago someone wrote a book titled something like, How the Jews Became White. While I’ve never read it I can only imagine that the author’s conclusion was similar to mine. Some time in the middle of the last century, when the dominant culture decided to consider the possibility that “Negroes” were human, the color bar slid over and suddenly people like my relatives, who spoke of Americans and White People, found that they were now also talking about themselves.

About a decade ago I wrote an essay that I only showed to one other person, the by me (a Yiddishy turn of phrase) Very White (i.e. British-descended) Lesbian member of a small writing group I belonged to. I called the essay: “Things we’re not supposed to talk about.” Her slightly horrified response to it was, “Andrew, you’re really not supposed to talk about that.” In it I discussed my opposition to legal marriage for same-sex and two-sex couples, my lack of sympathy for the late Princess Diana and Mother Theresa, and I decided to tackle the subject of Race and Smell. This is what I had to say:

Many years ago when I had a practice doing bodywork, a Japanese client very nervously told me after our second or third session that the only reason she could work with me in my little office was that I didn’t smell bad like most white people. She thought it was because I was a vegetarian, and didn’t “stink” from eating meat like most whites. She also told me that she and her Japanese friends called white people potatoes, this “Because you’re pale, lumpy, shapeless, and you all look the same.” (The “But I’m not white” part of me was offended. The newly white part of me was amused.)

Tobias Schneebaum, one of the great uncelebrated Gay American Jewish authors, (of Keep the River on Your Right and several other amazing books,) tells a similar story, of being accepted by natives in the jungles of New Guinea because he didn’t smell bad. I don’t know what white people smell like, or Jews. (Growing up in the 20’s my father didn’t think of himself as white but he may have smelled bad to some of his non-Jewish classmates, because my grandmother sent him off to school each day with garlic around his neck, to ward off a terrible disease called “Spana-mana Jesus” that’s spread by Christians.) But I have noticed that some black people smell different to me than anyone else. This smell somewhat reminds me of how my wool sweaters smelled when I was a boy and got rained on on the way home from school. Which makes me wonder if the smell I detect has something to do with differing oil gland secretions.

Some black people don’t have this smell and some have it very strongly. An African American friend told me he wears heavy scents to cover a smell he can’t detect himself, afraid that white people will otherwise react to it. I have found that this smell takes me some getting used to with some people, but not everyone. Sometimes, like fragrances, I like one person’s smell but not someone else’s. On a few occasions I’ve smelled it in the air on an empty street where someone has passed a moment before, smell lingering like perfume. (But I don’t think I’m supposed to say this, and I’ve never asked anyone black, “Do I smell?” Do I smell bad to you? Not my personal smell, but my white person smell. Even though I’m still not entirely convinced that I’m white, and I’m not a vegetarian anymore either.)

There’s only one other group of people I’ve met who have to my nose a distinct smell. I’ve met a few Indians, and briefly dated one, East Indian not Native American, who have an odor somewhat like a subtle blend of muted spices, similar to the smell of certain cooking spices, but not exactly, perhaps what happens to them when they’ve run through a human body: a mixture of pungent, tangy, and a bit sweet too, that registers differently to my (possibly class and race inflected) nose than the smell of some black people.

I can’t believe I said all of that. But I did. Again. In public. Which makes me remember an afternoon about fifty years ago, when I was passing through the kitchen of one of my best childhood friends (Jewish but not yet white.) His mother and Matty the “colored girl” who cleaned for her five days a week were sitting over coffee and cake, chatting, gossiping, and laughing like two best friends. But when the “girl,” who was a decade or so her senior had gone, my friend’s mother took the cup and plate Matty used to the sink, poured a tiny amount of bleach on them and scrubbed them as if they had been contaminated by someone with a rare and fatal contagious disease. I was shocked, stunned, having never seen anyone do anything like that before in my own home or family. And yet, some part of me understood what she was doing, picked up I’m sure by things I saw and heard out in the world.

I get very dark in the summer, perhaps from my lingering Sephardic genes. And I remember a time when I was six or seven and trailing behind my Aunt Rachel and Uncle Bob as they walked through the turnstile into the crowded Long Island beach club they belonged to, which had only very recently allowed newly white Jewish people to become members. But the very white and blond young man behind the turnstile stopped and said, “Little boy, you can’t go in here.” I panicked as my aunt and uncle continued on ahead of me. Finally I called out and my aunt came back. To this day I can remember the look on the face of that (cute) young man when my aunt said, “This is my nephew.” He sneered then shrugged and let me through. But even at that age I could read his look, which said, “Lady, I know this is your cleaning girl’s kid. It’s nice of you to bring him here, and there’s nothing I can do to stop you, but don’t do it again.” Maybe I understood because of all the times I’d heard my parents play and talk to my brother and me about these lines from a song in South Pacific: “You’ve got to be taught to hate and fear. You’ve got to be taught from year to year. It’s got to be drummed in your dear little ear, you’ve got to be carefully taught.”

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Andrew Ramer is a writer and educator.  He is the author of numerous books including Revelations for a New Millenium, Little Pictures: Fiction for a New Age and the Gay classic  Two Flutes Playing: A Spiritual Journeybook for Gay Men  from White Crane Books.

Ramer lives in San Francisco. Praxis is a regular feature of White Crane.

WC77 – Owner’s Manual

Just Say Hello
Feeling Welcome as a Health Concept

By Jeff Huyett

Many of us live in a state of dis-ease. This is not to say that we have an illness that eats away at our body. But we often exist with feelings of nervousness, worry, and just not feeling comfortable in our surroundings. The focus of these columns has been the exploration of the concepts of health. I like to challenge us to think outside the dominant paradigm of our capitalist, sickness treatment model of health care. When we view wellness as a dynamic, multi-faceted state toward which we strive, we must attend to our selves and also to the world outside ourselves with which we interact each day. We have all had the feeling of “not belonging” somewhere. How do these feelings impact our health, especially when they are a recurring sensation?

Recently I visited friends in Puerto Rico. We spent lots of time walking around and going out to eat. During the course of our excursions, I noticed that most of the other Puerto Ricans would nod or say “hola” to my friends. When I mentioned this, one friend said, “Isn’t it great! When I lived on the mainland, I missed that most. People here, all over the island, greet me. I don’t get that anywhere else in the US.” It reminded me of when I moved from a moderate-sized city in Missouri to rural Kansas. When my family would drive down a country road or small highway, people would lift a finger off the steering wheel, wave or nod. At first, we were tickled. But then we realized that this was a great way of making us feel comfortable in this place. It said, “Hi, I see you, I’m here with you, have a good day.” It is a ritual that I see expressed in country Kansas still today.

As queer people, we may sense feeling “out-of-place” over and over each day. There are seldom times when strangers nod or wave welcome to our big Gay self. Naturally, we don’t want to feel this dis-ease so we try to adapt. We may just avoid places or situations in which we don’t feel welcome. We may alter how we act or look or even lead a dual existence. In our “Gay places” we are one way, in “straight places” we are different. What work it is to keep this up! That is where coming out is a lifetime experience. We try to find places of comfort and ease. Often, it is about deciding not to really care about how people perceive or react to us. We can change how we respond and react. We try to control our own internal processes as a way to feel comfortable. But again, so much work!

Some of us don’t adapt so well. We get stuck in culturally imposed values and often turn them in on ourselves in hurtful ways. We begin to develop maladaptive ways to feel comfortable. It can happen on all realms of our being. We may drink or use drugs, including prescribed versions. Our sex acts may express themselves in ways that respond to our homophobic culture. Instead of acting on our desires in public, like straight people can, we may keep our sex in dark places out of any view of others. We may build muscles to appear more strong and manly—more “straight.” These acts of hiding may fuel our shame and guilt; compounding our dis-ease. Sometimes just “keeping up appearances” is plain exhausting.

Workplaces are another place that queer people can face daily challenges of feeling unwelcome. We all have the experience of near-mandatory participation in wedding or baby showers. We endure talk about fiancés, boyfriends or girlfriends, bridezilla experiences, often without being able to share in the same way. Sometimes, though, we should just share. In “butch” work environments we might have daily fear of disclosure of our Gayness and the impact on our colleagues. We can even fear for our safety.

As a nurse, I’m keen to the impact of these issues on one’s health. It can present itself in so many ways. So I assess queer patients for maladaptive behaviors. Identifying these types of health patterns gives information about the work to become healthy. Typically, there aren’t a lot of physical disease states that occur specifically related to our Gay sex. But our health is impacted by homophobia or transphobia and potential maladaptive behaviors develop.

What is your comfort zone about being Lesbian, Gay, bisexual or transgender? How much work do you put into “passing” in the greater world? How do you get support around being LGBT? Who knows? How is your family?

LGBT health and political activists are aware of the impact of homophobia on an individual’s health. The last three decades we’ve witnessed their work to make our society more civil and welcoming to queer folk. Mainstream culture has responded to this activism in positive ways that lets us be Gay in more places. Clearly, there is plenty of work yet to be done. Some of this happens on grander, policy and legal levels. But much of it happens in our individual relationships with the non-Gay people around us. When we are comfortable and authentic with ourselves then we can share that with the majority straight public.

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Owner’s Manual is a regular feature of White Crane. Jeff Huyett is a nurse practitioner in NYC. His clinical work has primarily been in Queer health with a focus on HIV, rectal and transgender care. He is the Radical Faerie Daisy Shaver and is involved with the development of Faerie Camp Destiny Radical Sanctuary in Vermont and can be reached at JeffANP@aol.com