Finding Queer
Avid
readers of this blog (if such things exist) will know that I’ve always had an
uncomfortable relationship with ‘queer’ and its connotations but who would
think I’d find it and make peace with it on the other side of the world?
Each year
I’m contacted by around 5 or 6 students all wanting me to ask their seemingly
original questions for their seemingly original dissertation on queer theory, because what the world needs is more forgotten paper with my thoughts on it.
I think my
blasé approach to queer is generational – I’m a postmodern post-Queer-as-Folk faggot
that hasn’t ever really had to fight for equality, New Labour and my gay
Grandad’s (by this I mean two generations before me) handed that to me on a plate.
For my generation queer is slightly nostalgic, belonging to the queens who came
before me - those brave homos and their friends who lived through / with AIDs,
Outrage! and the sexual equality that came after 1967.
I don’t
identify as queer because it’s defined by sexuality and as bizarre as this
sounds I’m not a gay man. I don’t feel any affinity to a dysfunctional
community that promotes a warped body culture and pseudo masculinity. I mean how
do I, a fat femme engage with a group of people that promote ‘no fats, no
femmes’ as their slap line?
Before
coming away I spoke to Milk Presents about their upcoming queer theatre
symposium – we quickly realised that queer arts in the UK is still largely
dominated by white gay men (most of whom wear purple – who knew?). Queer excites
me when like my friend, photographer Holly Revell is owned by a 5ft, working
class, heterosexual woman who feels alienated by modern female culture – this
is what I think dissertations should be written on.
Arriving in
Sydney this week I was a bit sulky, the reason? I’m booked to perform at a
queer arts festival and nothing annoys me more than festivals for gay people by gay
people because as a reluctant gay person all I have to talk about is being gay
to a group of people who are comfortably gay. It’s all far too gay for my liking and yes I’m
fully aware this is internalised homophobia.
I seem to
vaguely know lots of people in this town and so my iCal became full of coffee
dates and disco invites quite quickly but I wasn’t prepared for a few
encounters that would change the previous paragraphs of ranting.
Since
arriving here I’ve been amongst self proclaimed, proud queers – they’ve bought
me macaroons, walked me home – some have even driven me home, they’ve taken me
for longs walks, pizza and beer, introduced me to kids dressed in fairy lights,
drank tequila with me and most important of all spoke about their relationship
to gay and queer.
Body culture here is really fucked up because its so hot no one is wearing clothes – the gay gays are obsessed with muscled tits, hairless bodies and the aforementioned pseudo masculinity - those who don’t own that body or those ideals are side lined but they are happy to be and live in what they call the 'Sydney Bubble'.
Body culture here is really fucked up because its so hot no one is wearing clothes – the gay gays are obsessed with muscled tits, hairless bodies and the aforementioned pseudo masculinity - those who don’t own that body or those ideals are side lined but they are happy to be and live in what they call the 'Sydney Bubble'.
Last night
someone threw a dinner party for me because I was in town – they’ve never met
me and probably have no idea who I am but they opened up their home, fed me and
thanked me for coming to Australia. The extremely open generosity I’ve found
from the queers here has touched me because I think I’ve truly found a queer
community - these are not queer people, this is a queer community.
They are
not concerned with their relationship to queer; they are concerned about each
other. My hosts last night said the next time I am in town they will put on an
event “…you know it won’t be a big thing, it’ll be community”.
Later on
whilst chaperoning me to my next destination someone said ‘your part of the global
family, of course we’re going to look after you’ and finally I thought I could
be one of these queers.
I’m not
sure why I’ve written this blog or if I have a witty last paragraph round up to
sum up my thoughts but as corny as it sounds Sydney will always be where I found a version of queer I'm happy to be apart of. London.... we've got some talking to do.
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