Mildly hungover after a night of revels whose details are less vague in my journal, I awoke that Sunday to several missed calls and a half dozen texts, some of which from distant acquaintances.
When I considered queer life under quarantine last week, I wondered if this moment eased the reluctance with which many homosexual men and women engage with the expectations placed on us during normal times. For thousands of gay college students, though, “normal times” required distance from families that despised what they had become or wereContinue reading “The life lived, the love spent: remembering the Pulse dancers”
When Katherine Meizel invited me to write about the Pulse shootings for a MoPop Pop Conference panel called “Raise Your Voice: Music and Mass Violence,” I wanted nothing to do with it at at first. Not because of that anodyne excuse I’ve Moved On. Quite the opposite. I held on to the anger. I didn’tContinue reading “‘The dance floor elides differences between the secular and the numinous’”
Yesterday, Thomas Edsall published another sobering column about what he calls the Democratic Party’s disarray. Although data collected in November 2016 shows that bits of the so-called Obama coaliton stayed home or in some cases switched to Donald Trump on Election Day, the steepest collapse was with white working class voters, two-thirds of whom expressedContinue reading “The burden of belonging to a poor queer minority”