I note these published reviews for the sake of readers who don’t follow me on social media. Norma Tanega – I’m the Sky: Studio and Demo Recordings, 1964-1971 Before I reviewed a Dusty Springfield comp in February 2021, I hadn’t heard the name “Norma Tanega.” Before last September I hadn’t heard “Walkin’ My Cat NamedContinue reading “Norma Tanega and Bonnie Raitt”
Crucial to understanding the Harry Styles cult is the extent to which his shows of curiosity and its desirable byproduct empathy commingle with his horndog affectations. I use “shows” and “affectations” advisedly: to be a pop star requires, in part, what used to be called in politics “expanding your base” before 2016 changed oh soContinue reading “Louder than balms: Harry Styles”
A month before we remember the sixth anniversary of the Pulse shooting, I watched coverage of the massacre in Buffalo and knew that sometime this year a lone gunman will step into a gay club and shoot revelers. Again. There would be no national mourning. The media will dissect the significance of a “manifesto,” asContinue reading “The antecedents (and portents) of the Buffalo shooting”
Gay adults in search of representation will have watched thousands of hours of desultory and often gross TV and movies in which muscles compete with repression. Teen coming-out stories make for especially grim watching.
“Disassociation is a gay ritual as much as any other,” Jeremy Atherton Lin notes in one of the many examples of his superb aphoristic prose.
Few local pols were as ubiquitous as Ed Koch in the ’80s. Without my knowing his title, the mayor of New York City shone as a personality. There seemed no public issue for which he didn’t take to the podium — except when the issue threatened to breach what he thought were impregnable defenses. ThisContinue reading “The evil that men do”
Here’s the thing: the man after whom the landmark Supreme Court decision striking down state laws restricting marriage to a man and a woman is named is not indulging in hyperbole:
To defend a corporation expert at placing cute mouse ears on nefarious practices like Disney does puts me in a grotesque position, especially since Disney has bought the Florida legislature on both sides for five decades, which means for a while it endorsed the Don’t Say Gay Bill until its immaculately groomed public image tookContinue reading “Why the attacks on Disney matter”
Until Ron DeSantis’ election, I thought respect for Miami-Dade and Broward’s tourist-generating income — hell, let me include Orange, Pinellas, and Hillsborough counties too — would keep Florida fascist legislators from yielding to their basest impulses.
Cruelty and caprice are bedfellows, hence the ravenous appetite for random targets. Reluctant to attack gay and lesbian relatives until Obergefell becomes the Sinister Six’s next disemboweling, conservatives have turned to trans men and women.
This year’s legislative session proved edifying for once. Confident about a supermajority that looks as adamantine as ever, Florida legislators and Ron DeSantis’ minions have blessed their chamber and honored their offices by being as honest as possible.
During the harrowing ’90s when Americans not queer weren’t dying of AIDS and experienced no frisson of rage over the betrayal of the president who had promised them gay marriage, liberals in boardrooms though Disney one of the good guys. The company courted openly gay employees (called “cast members”), offered them generous for the timeContinue reading “The duplicity of Disney”