Commemoration

Honoring, also, my friend A's father, who passed away last Friday. He waited, in spite of his body's best efforts, to hear that his elder son (who had been ill last year) had returned from the doctor with a clean bill of health; he could only let go when he had that reassurance. That kind of love is amazing.

All my love with A and her family.

Pointless Retrospective Milestone the Eighth

And by the by, that panda post was the 300th post published on Third Rail Themes!

Woohoo!

And They Liked It

So Lindsay Lohan and Sam Ronson are together.

I could put up a lot more links to that, but I won't yet. And yes, I really am going to talk about this.

Even in my moving-away-from-Chicago-and-watching-only-TV-on-DVD state, I had managed to become peripherally aware of Sam Ronson, in the "ooh-Lindsay-Lohan-is-spending-a-lot-of-time-with-her" way. Somehow that was news—TMZ sort of news, but news nonetheless. Then I heard nothing until my fourteen-year-old French friend, Max, pointed the photograph of them out to me in OK! Magazine. The fanfare's been minimal, all things considered.

There are two ways of looking at that. The first is, of course, the indisputable fact that same-sex relationships have gained much more mainstream acceptance even in the last five years. As my friend Silvana points out, one of the most important aspects of the fight for gay rights is that as more and more people come out, exponentially more therefore know someone who is gay and have a personal stake in the debate, whereas in earlier incarnations of the fight (say, Stonewall's aftermath) much of it remained very abstracted for the mainstream. Since we fear the different, the ability to recognize gay as something we know ("we" here being "the mainstream") will make a huge political difference. It already is. Say what you will about same-sex marriage, which for obvious reasons I'm a proponent of—in the world of human rights, it is a battle that requires the assumption of the comfort of the Western lifestyle. For marriage rights to be a debate at all, you need to have the idea of the people who could marry in the mainstream.

And one thing you can say for Ms. Lohan is, girl is MAINSTREAM. She kicks the ass of any other possible figure, from Lance Bass to Ellen DeGeneres, on the mainstream front.

But then there's the other side, namely that many of Ms. Lohan's most interested devotees have also propelled Katy Perry to the Billboard No. 1 slot. And we could have a few more problems under the influence of "I Kissed a Girl."

This was never the way I planned
Not my intention
I got so brave, drink in hand
Lost my discretion
It's not what I'm used to
Just wanna try you on
I'm curious for you
Caught my attention

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

No, I don't even know your name
It doesn't matter
You're my experimental game
Just human nature
It's not what good girls do
Not how they should behave
My head gets so confused
Hard to obey

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

Us girls we are so magical
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable
Hard to resist so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent

I kissed a girl and I liked it
The taste of her cherry chapstick
I kissed a girl just to try it
I hope my boyfriend don't mind it
It felt so wrong
It felt so right
Don't mean I'm in love tonight
I kissed a girl and I liked it
I liked it

My friend V and I have come to know this as "the Party Lesbian Song."

Apparently a few right-wing Christian mothers are concerned about Ms. Perry's work. Christian mothers, you do not have anything to worry about. Young lesbians, however, do.

Obviously I'm by no means the first person to say this, but Katy Perry is certainly making things ever more uncomfortable for young lesbians or bisexuals—an adolescent audience particularly—who might actually want to kiss girls for reasons other than "experimental games." Yes, to a certain degree everything sexual you do in high school is "experimental" bla bla bla bla, but only on the level that, as my wise friend Maddy once said and which I have never forgotten, "everything in your life is practice for everything else." But to have a straight-identified girl (a safe jump from the boyfriend in combination with the quick "don't mean I'm in love tonight" and the notion that it "ain't no big deal, it's innocent") say to another girl "You're my experimental game" is getting into dangerous territory. A straight girl with a boyfriend is free to use another girl, a girl about whom the song tells us nothing, for anything she likes. It's not something you have to take seriously; it certainly doesn't mean you're gay or anything.

(Not to claim that every girl who kisses a girl is gay, or that I frown on teenage experimentation. I'd be one ass of a bisexual woman if I meant that. But I am uncomfortable with the pains Perry's song takes to clarify that its speaker is, indeed, straight, and that this kiss should not be taken as meaningful, it's just that girls are so pretty.)

Yes, I'm glad that Sam Ronson and Lindsay Lohan can be (fairly) comfortably out as a couple. Yes, I am glad that content including two girls kissing does not keep a song from becoming a #1 hit. But the reason that so little real notice was taken of Lohan and Ronson earlier, and the reason that a song that treats the interaction as casually as Katy Perry's does can go so far, is that we live in a society still incapable of taking female sexuality seriously. Two teenage boys holding hands and kissing a little, one a celebrity (of any level of notoriety), would not have been taken nearly so casually. That is not because lesbians are more accepted, but because romantic love between two women does not *matter* to the mainstream. There's no reason Katy Perry's narrator shouldn't kiss a girl, because what does it matter? It don't mean she's in love tonight.

I emphasize, again, that I don't mind casual hookups among any combination of sexes, and I don't mind songs about them. But I think the culture of Party Lesbians and public bi-curious hookups, of which Katy Perry's song is certainly a product, have led to a culture of hiding lesbians and actual bisexuals in plain sight. It's not the direct homophobia we've grown accustomed to protesting and fighting, and yet it seems to me even more insidious. We can't hide it anymore, so quick! Say it doesn't even matter. And it feels to me like an awful lot of people are listening when you say that. Teenagers interested in the same gender, and girls in particular, can feel that their feelings, and by extension they themselves, are not real. On that I speak from experience. It doesn't help much if the general public is taught not to think you're real either.

Perhaps, though, the bottom line really is simple sometimes—that Lindsay Lohan and Sam Ronson kissed a girl, and they liked it, and therefore posted it on MySpace. More power to 'em, then, I guess. I certainly wish them the best.

Friday Poetry: Philip Levine

Philip Levine
They Feed They Lion

Out of burlap sacks, out of bearing butter,
Out of black bean and wet slate bread,
Out of the acids of rage, the candor of tar,
Out of the creosote, gasoline, drive shafts, wooden dollies,
They Lion grow.
Out of the gray hills
Of industrial barns, out of rain, out of bus ride,
West Virginia to Kiss My Ass, out of buried aunties,
Mothers hardening like pounded stumps, out of stumps,
Out of the bones' need to sharpen and the muscles' to stretch,
They Lion Grow.
Earth is eating trees, fence posts,
Gutted cars, earth is calling in her little ones,
"Come home, Come home!" From pig balls,
From the ferocity of pig driven to holiness
From the furred ear and the full jowl come
The repose of the hung belly, from the purpose
They Lion grow.
From the sweet glues of the trotters
Come the sweet kinks of the fist, from the full flower
Of the hams the thorax of caves,
From "Bow Down" come "Rise Up,"
Come they Lion from the reeds of shovels,
They grained arm that pulls the hands,
They Lion grow.
From my five arms and all my hands,
From all my white sins forgiven, they feed
From my car passing under the stars,
They Lion, from my children inherit,
From the oak turned to a wall, they Lion,
From they sack and they belly opened
And all that was hidden burning on the oil-stained earth
They feed they Lion and he comes.

Embrace the Silly

I know this isn't usually a lolcats type of blog . . . but I think this is BRILLIANT.




Seriously, I don't think I've stopped laughing about this for two days.

Okay, done with the rockin' now.

In and Out and About

This is one of those state-of-the-blog blog posts.

I've just returned from a week and a half of vacationing in Spain after moving from Chicago, which would be the reason for the not blogging or Friday Poetry-ing or anything of the kind. For the next few weeks I expect to have at least a bit more leisure time.

I've also decided that the retirement date of this blog will be after Election Day in 2008. I don't intend to be in the country for that election, but I do hope to continue blogging (really, probably not any more sporadically than now). But since I started this blog as a response to the 2004 election, it seems reasonable, in a literary fashion, to stop it after the 2008.

Even if it should turn out that after the election there's some sort of attack or event that "merits" the implementation of NSPD-51, thereby indefinitely deferring the inauguration of Barack Obama and allowing Messrs. Bush, Cheney and Chertoff absolute and legally interminable control over the nation.

Just sayin' it's possible.

Either way, Third Rail Themes will officially retire on November 4, 2008. But expect some deliciously juicy posts in the interim.