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Fairy Tales by Peter Cashorali

Fairy Tales:
Traditional Stories Retold for Gay Men
by Peter Cashorali

If you’re a romantic, if you believe in love at first sight, if you believe, like Snow White, that one day your prince will come, then this book is a must-read.

Peter Cashorali takes stories we grew up on and twists them for gay men. Beauty and the Beast, Hansel and Gretel, Rumplestiltskin, the Ugly Duckling and more, all become queerified, and young gay kids and mature gay men will enjoy seeing the fairy tales they knew, now resonating more with tales of Princes’ happily ever afters.

All the magic is still there, all the talking animals, unexpected transformations, ogres, ghouls, and Death. Now, they’re parables on aging, mortality, AIDS, coming out, the shallow and fickle nature of attraction, and, as always, the quest for true love.

Without ruining these stories, I can’t tell you any specifics. The subtle changes he makes are what keeps you flipping pages, from one story to the next. The villains are homophobic bullies, but some see the light. The heros are sensitive and beautiful, yet some are realistically flawed.

You can sit down and read it from cover to cover, or read a story and then come back later on, when you need a little pick-me-up, a little reassurance that happy endings do happen (they just might need a little cleverness, hard work, or a dog in penny loafers). I’ve gone back to this book time and again, and always come away with something new.

We all have demons to slay and ogres to fight. We all want a knight in shining armor. We all want a happy ending.

This book is filled with them.

This review was originally published by homorazzi

Selfish and Perverse by Bob Smith

Take a writer’s assistant / writer from LA, introduce him to a salmon fisherman / archaeologist from Alaska, then introduce them both to an actor / sex god fresh from prison and you have the makings of one helluva love triangle.

Nelson isn’t particularly happy with his job as a writer’s assistant, nor is he happy with his lack of a boyfriend. Luckily, shortly after meeting the next future man of his dreams in Roy from Alaska, he gets fired for smoking pot with the surprisingly intelligent movie star Dylan. The three of them end up spending the summer in Alaska, and the result is this comic, sweet, and sexy story of friendship and romance, doubts, jealousies, and one helluva threeway.

Bob Smith’s comic voice rings clear; you might have recognized it from his collection of humorous essays “Openly Bob”. He paints Alaska beautifully and for this city boy, all I wanted to do was run away from the bars and catch a fish (with a super hot man next to me of course, it’s amazing what one is willing to do to bed a potential soulmate!). As the narrator Nelson realizes though, the soul of a gay man is a tramp.

But if you’re going to be in Alaska for the summer, why NOT be there with not one but TWO hot men?

The book also has some great insights into art and the act of creation, the frustration of procrastinaton and the pride of completion that any artist (in any medium) would be familiar with. It also explores the nature of gay salmon. It’s a fun read, one that will leave you laughing, sighing, and maybe a bit horny.

This review was originally published on homorazzi

Gulliver Takes Manhattan by Justin Luke Zirilli

Ok, first off, you should know I’m a little bit in love with the city of New York, always have been, always will be. So, small wonder that when I received my copy of “Gulliver Takes Manhattan” in the mail, saw the skyline glowing on the cover, small wonder I was already a little in love with it.

By page 50, I was hooked like a gay guy on Starbucks.

It’s the story of Gulliver Leverenz (don’t make any jokes about the name, because you only get one), who moves from the LaLa Land of the West Coast to Empire City after discovering that his boyfriend Graham has been cheating on him, dirty lying bastards that some men just tend to be. Gulliver is saved from the pain and drama of his Graham-centric LA life when his former college roomie and best friend Todd extends an invitation to move to New York City and start over.

Todd introduces Gulliver to his circle of friends, and Gulliver and “the crew” set sail into the urban sea, drinking, dancing, fucking, laughing, living. Gulliver gets a job a short-lived and much-despised job at Starbucks before getting a chance to be the assistant to talent agent Stanford. Stanford only has one major rule: “don’t sleep with the talent”. Well, gay men’s brains being located in their dicks, I guess I don’t need to tell you what happens next.

As life in New York blows up in his face, time and time again, Gulliver is forced to fend for himself, and in doing so, learn some lessons about friendship, loyalty, honesty, chlamydia, and independence.

Justin Luke Zirilli’s writing is infected with his love of the city and its club scene. You can tell from the ease with which he transports you into the story that this is a man who knows his parties (small wonder, as he is the co-director and head promoter of BoiParty.com). Justin is like the cab driver at the beginning of the novel, dropping you off in Hell’s Kitchen and leaving you to find your way through the relaxed sexuality, the magic of the nightclub, the debauchery of Fire Island, the endless parade of Braydens, Shanes, Rowans, Zaks, Drakes…

I just have to give props to my favorite line in the novel: New York doesn’t sleep – but if you’re out at the right time of morning, you might catch it blinking. GOLD!

When you are finished this review, order this book. You will be absolutely entranced by this “candid tale of one man’s adventures in the greatest city in the world”. It will captivate and keep you, and leave you wanting more.

Already waiting for more of Gulliver’s travels (that’s my one).

This review was originally published on homorazzi

Don’t Let Me Go by JH Trumble

I’ve been going through the gay fiction section of my local bookstore pretty fast lately, and some reads have been better than others, and then along came one that punched me in the stomach even as it proceeded to rip my heart out of my chest.

Don’t Let Me Go by JH Trumble is the love story of Adam and Nate, who meet in high school and who are inseparable from that point forward. When Adam gets a chance to go to New York to pursue a career on Broadway, it’s Nate that pushes him to go. That’s where the book begins.

But it’s not just the story of a long-distance relationship, because you see, the book jumps around a bit in time, flashing back to first touches, first times, coming out, and the horrific assault Adam and Nate suffer at the hands of their bigoted classmates. So all through this love story, you’ve got a darker thread of intolerance, homophobia, and hatred, and it’s different than when you see it on the news. More real, because you really start to care about these guys. Well, I did anyway. All of Nate’s feelings, I’ve felt, jealousy and paranoia and the need for some sort of revenge, at the same time as you’re feeling angry at the world for its bigotry and want to make some grand political statement and be a martyr for the gay cause.

It handles coming out in a lot of different ways. From the “you’re dead to me” intolerance and unacceptance of a family rejection to the innocence of a child who doesn’t know there’s even anything to come out from. When you’ve been out for a while, you forget, sometimes, what it was like to tremble in the closet. This takes you back.

It’s mostly a love story though, and it’s so real, in the songs they sing, or the gestures and symbols that mean everything in the world, but only to each other. I found myself thinking about the trinkets of past relationships I’ve accumulated over the years, a ring, a song, and how they can take me back to things part of me will never let go of.

It pulled tears out of me (I’m still teary), and laughter, and rage. I would throw the book down, literally vibrating from the emotions it drew out of me. I would walk away, but I would come right back, because at the end of it, “Don’t Let Me Go” was a book I just couldn’t let go.

This review was originally published on homorazzi

Dancer from the Dance by Andrew Holleran

This is he story of gay life in New York in the late 70s, from the tenements of the Lower East Side to the beaches of Fire Island, from the bars and the baths to the avenues and the parks, all the places where gay men cruised for cock and love. It is a story about too often having to sacrifice substance for style, and how, once in a while, you do the opposite. It is a story of decadence and despair, of lust, love, and the lies we all tell, of coming out and the end of innocence. It is the story of Malone, beautiful, romantic, idealistic, and Sutherland, queeny, campy, and jaded. It is the story of how they met, became friends, and how their friendship intersected and impacted the lives of the people around them.

The story begins with two friends exchanging letters. One still lives in New York, and his letters are filled with the streets, with the cold concrete and the stench of the city; the other has fled south, and his letters are idyllic, ripped from the pages of Gone with the Wind in their descriptions of the beauties of the deep south. They talk of old times, of the sex, drugs, and disco of their youth in New York, and how they, like everyone, loved Malone, charming, handsome, and searching for love.

Andrew Holleran’s prose is beautiful, breath-taking. Even the most graphic or ugly matters end up painted with that nostalgia that makes every memory brighter and bigger than it was. Men come out. They fuck. They love, if only for a night. They repeat the next night, at a different disco, on a different street, with a different man. But it is the same disco, the same street, the same man. Except for Malone, who stands apart, above, and Sutherland, whose age, whose camp, whose small dick and whose use of speed, has set him apart in a different way.

The New York scene is captured elegantly, a snapshot of a time, just post-Stonewall, when they gay ghetto was just forming. It is a country away from San Francisco, where old gay men go to die. It is a city of Angel Dust and Quaaludes, of red hankies and Pink Parties. Gay men gather, they gossip, they judge, they dance. They dance to feel, they dance to escape, they dance because not to dance is to die. In a dancefloor filled with bodies, shirtless, sweating, swirling, they lose themselves, and find themselves.

This isn’t a light and fluffy read, but it is a glorious one. The plot is one that could be lived in any city, any bar, any Saturday night. The characters blur together, because they’re all the same, except, of course, for Malone, on his pedestal, and for Sutherland, on her throne. I can see why this novel has been described as one of the most important works of gay literature. Its themes of loneliness, of superficial yet enduring friendship, of the quest for love, are as real today as they were then, and its characters could be recognized on the dancefloor of any local club.

The passion for music, for movement stands out. When dancing, it is both a communal experience, and an alientating one. While the dancefloor can be seen as a metaphor for the gay community, how when dancing, you can be a part of something bigger yet still be apart from it, it is also, simply, a place to dance.

This isn’t a novel you read; it is a feeling you experience.

This review was originally published on homorazzi

Grindr in a Relationship

Grindr in a Relationship

At what point of a new relationship do you deactivate your Grindr account?

Let’s say you’re actively seeking a relationship and you meet up with someone who’s also actively seeking a relationship. You go to Starbucks, you talk, everything is going well. You grab dinner, drinks, get to know each other. Maybe you kiss good night. Maybe you fuck.

And then he leaves and you check your Grindr.

Doesn’t that seem like you’re not taking it seriously?

I see so many people on Grindr while in budding relationships and it seems self-defeating. If you’re always looking for something else, you can’t really work on what you have right in front of you. Now, sure, they might say they’re there for chat or to make friends, but I call bullshit. The app is designed around sex, and sex enters in to any and every conversation between anonymous torso squares.

Now, I’m not judging at all. I’m just saying be honest with yourself and with others about your motives. And Grindr is a great tool for people in open relationships to find extramarital hookups, threeways, fourgies, whatever. But if you’ve got a boyfriend that you’re supposedly monogamously committed to, maybe Grindr isn’t the app for you. Bored and looking for friends? Download Blendr, or join Making Waves or go on the gay ski trip. A gay cruising app doesn’t say to the world (or your boyfriend) that you’ve emotionally invested yourself in the relationship.

And of course, for Grindr, read Manhunt, Scruff, Growlr, PoF, Adam4Adam, squirt, dudesnude…

But at what point do you stop using the app? There’s a whole area between first connection and forever commitment, and somewhere in that dating zone, there comes a point where you turn to each other and say “I think it’s time to take our relationship to the next level. Let’s delete our Grindrs.” The Fifties had getting pinned; the 2010s have app-deletion.

Men are hunting creatures by nature, and checking out a hot guy even after years with a partner is not only expected but even acceptable. It’s just looking right? Is that all Grindr and other similar apps are? Just a sexually-charged shopping mall to window shop in? Where is the line between innocent Grindr chatting and cheating? When the shirtless torso sends you a message checking if you’re DTF, when do you say “sorry I’m seeing someone?” Is trading nudes cheating? Is dirty talk cheating? Those are questions every couple decides for themselves, and you never know the parameters of someone else’s relationship.

It’s not always just a matter of you knowing why you’re there. Sure, you might know that there’s nothing unacceptable going on, and you might know (or be pretty sure anyway) that your boyfriend knows there’s nothing unacceptable going on, but what does your presence on Grindr while in a relationship say to the rest of the world? And does it matter?

Everyone has to answer those questions themselves. I’m just holding out for someone I’d delete the app for.

originally published on QMagazine

The Edmonton Queens: Vanity Fair

You’ve seen her on stage as a busty blond (Dolly), a sexy redhead (Reba), or a vodka-soaked brunette (Liza). Those are just three of the faces of Vanity Fair, candidate for Empress of the Imperial Sovereign Court of the Wild Rose and a true Edmonton Queen.

In the mid-90s, a young gay boy named David moved from Vegreville to the big city and was caught up in the Edmonton club scene. One Saturday at the Roost, David was picked from the crowd by Amanda Cherish, and was told he was going to be a queen. “Drag really picked me. I don’t recall picking it,” Vanity says with a laugh. Those early years were a blur, but her first name didn’t really resonate with her. It wasn’t until she was watching the antics of a trailer park hooker named Vanity on the Jerry Springer show that she did the math. Cheap hooker + Fashion Magazine = Drag Queen, and Vanity Fair was born.

It wasn’t long after starting drag that Vanity was ushered into the world of the ISCWR, the “court”. It was Natasha Fedaz that first reached out to her and it was a rocky beginning. Vanity recalls that the queen scene was very cliquey back then and she had a few mean pranks pulled on her, like cutting her music in the middle of performing. But Vanity is “a tough cookie and stuck it out”. In the years since, she has been Mz Gay Edmonton 12 and 22, Entertainer of the Year 2000 and 2010, and the current reigning Princess of the ISCWR as well as candidate for Empress XXXVII.

To Vanity, The ISCWR “is a group of real individuals who genuinely care about Edmonton’s gay community and volunteer and give what they can to give back to their community. It is comprised of members acquired throughout the years who may or may not feel like they fit in in other aspects of the community. It is a group of real people who are individuals and have huge hearts.” She recalls fondly that the ISCWR was one of the first groups to embrace her and take her in in Edmonton and is proud that as an organization, they continue to do that to this day, “welcoming everyone and anyone who wants to belong to something, express themselves and give back to others”.

Her main reason for wanting to be Empress of this great city is to give back to a city and community that has done so much to support her and make her the person she is today. She recalls, “I moved to Edmonton at the age of 21 from a small town and didn’t know the slightest things about gay life. Edmonton embraced me and through friends, drag and the ISCWR, I have become a well respected member of the community. I am not looking for fame or a big crown on my head, I have learned over the years that those things mean very little in the grand scheme of things. Over the years I have gone from a shy, quiet individual with very little self esteem to someone full of life and comfortable on stage addressing small bar crowds or thousands of people in Churchill Square at Pride. I would simply not be the person I am today had it not been for my experiences in Edmonton and with`the ISCWR.”

Those experiences have been many and varied, and have included some true highlights. Some of those proudest drag accomplishments occurred when Vanity and Binki created the Stardust Lounge. “We had talked and were both unhappy with the way the drag scene was headed in Edmonton and both knew we had the talent and the queens in our corner to make it better. We all put so much time and effort in to those shows and the Pride shows and i think the crowds really appreciated the effort. We elevated drag to a higher level in Edmonton and that is something I will always be proud of.” Since then, Vanity has striven to show up at ever show with that same level of quality and effort. The pride that the Stardust Lounge created in her is still there, despite the shows not continuing.

“With that said,” Vanity goes on to add, “one of my biggest regrets is that those days are over. Friends change over the years and sometimes drift apart. While I wouldn’t trade my life or friends now for anything in the world I do regret that we could not find a way to work together for the fans, Edmonton supported and embraced Binki and I from day one and they deserve the best entertainment the city has to offer.”

It has been a city that has truly embraced drag as an artform, although Vanity is saddened that it currently seems at a low. “I have seen Edmonton’s drag scene decline from a vibrant, large group of enthusiastic queens to a small group of talented individuals who are struggling to keep the scene alive. Edmonton used to be able to pack any bar in town when there was a great show going on, whether it was the weekly sundays shows at the Roost to the Court shows to the shows at Buddys. Each show had a loyal following that would come out rain or shine, 40 below or not to see the shows. Alot of changes in the community such as the closing of the Roost and the way other bars have treated queens over the years seems to have sucked the enthusiasm right out of us. The Roost is missed greatly and nothing has really filled that void in the community. we have great clubs now but nothing is like the Roost. I think we struggle too because the younger gays today don’t feel the need to only support and go to gay bars. When i came out you went to the Roost or Buddy’s because it wasn’t safe to go anywhere else. Now kids party anywhere they want so we don’t have a captive audience like we once did.”

Drag is not a cheap hobby either, Vanity is quick to note, and queens don’t get paid in Edmonton to put on the kind of mind blowing shows that the kids and bars want. That level of entertainment involves “a lot of expense and most queens are just not willing to undertake those expenses to do it. Edmonton is full of so many talented and unappreciated queens, some of the best in the country (you know who you are ;)) and sadly alot of them feel the scene now is just not worth the effort.”

The expense is not the only drawback to drag. Not only is there difficulty in finding a man, there can also be a lot of petty catty fights behind the scenes (and sometimes right on stage!). Vanity has learned to not really get involved, unless it pertains to her particularly. “It is all childish and unnecessary and can usually be stopped in its tracks if people just choose to be the bigger person and rise above it. Part of being the bigger person comes from realizing that being a drag queen or having a drag title is not going to make you or your life amazing. Your hard work and effort make your life amazing.”

Not many people know this but drag quite literally saved Vanity’s life. “I suffered through most of my 20’s with severe depression and anxiety. I was an insecure, shy young man with no self esteem or confidence. Drag allowed me to be someone else, forget my problems for a while, paint on a smile and face the world head on.” Over the years Vanity’s confidence and strength rubbed off on David and gradually the two of them merged into one person. “In the early days David and Vanity were two totally different people. Today they are very much similar and equals.”

One thing Vanity is sure of is that she would not be here or the man she is today without the bitch in her closet. Drag is a very important part of her life, one she could not imagine giving up for any reason, including a man. She has gained strength and confidence and now she wants to take all she’s learned, and as Empress, share that with some of the newer queens. She says that lately she has watched a new queen come to the scene who is following much the same path, and “I see her strength and confidence grow each time I see her out.” Behind all the makeup and wigs is usually a hurt little boy who has a story to tell. Not many people know or understand that – they just choose to judge instead of asking questions and trying to understand. That isn’t what drag is about for Vanity, not drag, and not life.

Originally published on QMagazine

The Edmonton Queens: GoDiva

Picture it. Fairview, 1985. A tickle trunk filled with old Halloween costumes, clothes, and his grandmother’s wigs introduces a young Dan to a world of imagination and dress up. From playing Granny Clampett in an elementary school play, to dressing up a hillbilly to go dumpster diving for furniture, to dressing up for the evening in disco / goth / vintage, Dan grew to love this world of make-believe. After coming out and moving to Red Deer, road trips to Calgary to see the Sunday night shows at Detours, featuring the fantastic talents of Eartha Quake, Cricket, the late Sandy St. Peters and the amazing Mr. Devon Mills, opened Dan’s eyes to the world of drag, and he knew it was a world he wanted to join.

After doing “drag” in Red Deer a few times as Octavia Lestrange, Dan moved to Edmonton, where his friend Mia, then known as Veronica Blackout, introduced him to Buddys. Dan found a drag mother in Eden Out, and together they settled on Gigolette on a name, based on an obscure musical of the same name. That didn’t stick though, and Dan changed his name again, to a character from said musical, Godiva. One night, after a few cocktails, another Buddys Beauty, Juanduh, pointed out that Godiva was Go Diva! And the big G and D stuck.

And a queen was born.

You have probably seen GoDiva out and about, perhaps doing one of her signature numbers. Life of the Party perhaps? Or something from “Wicked”? It might have been a number you didn’t know, because one of GoDiva’s joys is in finding things she’s never seen done and putting her stamp on it. Broadway mostly. Possibly something semi-obscure. Songs that tell a bit of a story, surely. The lipsync will be flawless, regardless of the number. As Dan is quick to point out, knowing your words is one of the first lessons new queens should learn. “God knows I can’t dance,” Dan says, “so I always needed to make sure I’m on with the lipsync.”

GoDiva started with just doing the bar shows. This opened a world of good memories, such as being in her first Buddys Beauties full production. A relentless Netta pounded Mein Herr into everyone during the hours of rehearsal brought a real sense of camaraderie and pride at the final performance. Other than the applause, it has been that camaraderie and those friendships that have kept GoDiva going, helping build Sunday shows at Buddys into something great, whether that was GoDonna shows (with Donnatella NE1) or Greasy Spoon shows. GoDiva was always big on bringing the Buddys Beauties outside of Buddys, and the first taste of that, a standing ovation at Coronation XXVII after their performance of “Vogue” wheted GoDiva’s appetite for reaching the broader community. That led to GoDiva winning Hey Drag Queen in 2004, which began her involvement with the ISCWR.

That involvement has gone on to include Mz Gay Edmonton 18, Entertainer of the Year, and Imperial Crown Princess. Being asked to run for princess “was a great honour” for GoDiva, although she is honest about partly wanting the title for the title. Yes, she knew it was going to be hard work, but “she was surprised along the way to meet so many great friends and to come to respect people for the hard work they put in. How they dedicate themselves to the betterment of the organization, its charities, and the community as whole, many of them behind the scenes and not on the stage.” Since stepping down as princess, GoDiva has been involved both on stage and behind the scenes, as a member at large on the board of the ISCWR, where she has striven to serve as a fair and a just voice without agenda.

Don’t get her wrong though. As much as GoDiva loves helping the community more, using shows to raise money while still having fun, she’ll still work for cash! After all, being an elected Empress takes money, and GoDiva can’t count the times she has been asked when she’ll run. Her answer is now as it has always been, “someday, hopefully, but until then I’ll continue to support as I have been.”

This is partly because drag has taught GoDiva so much. That she does like the spotlight and is not just a tag along. That with work and perseverance she can learn new things and better herself. That she has worth and something to give. They have made her stronger and more outgoing. “Dan is kinda shy, but GoDiva likes to rip peoples belts off. I think that the dichotomy was greater when I first started drag but over time the two have grown somewhat together”.

As much as she has learned from drag, GoDiva also has lessons to impart. One, she was given years ago by Netta, and it’s to talk to the people in the crowd before and after a show, and always try to introduce yourself to someone you haven’t met. “It really does go a long way,” she says. “And be nice, it takes time to get a bit of cattiness down just right.”

Originally published on QMagazine

The Edmonton Queens: Bianca

Onto a stage she slides, graceful and elegant, sequin-clad from head to toe. She sparkles in the spotlight, and she glows as the applause thunders. And then she crosses her eyes and makes a joke about pills and vertigo. She is Bianca.

In the Edmonton drag scene these past few years, there are some queens who truly stand out, whether for their looks, their talent, their humour, or their sheer pushiness. In Miss Bianca, Edmonton is blessed with a combination of all them. Known to most as simply Binki, Bianca has been doing drag since 1990, when her drag mother Molly Skidmark guided her onto stage at the Roost for a rendition of A Chorus Line’s “Dance 10, Looks 3”. Looking back, Binki says “it was a trainwreck. More like dance 3 looks 3”. She has come a long way since.

In her twenty-two years so far (and before that, even a five year old James was no stranger to his mom’s high heels), Binki has seen and accomplished much. From those first days at the Roost, through days at Fly Bar, 109 Discotheque, Buddys, Boots, Play, Flash, and Junction, this girl has made the rounds and paid her dues. For Binki, that drag career culminated with the Pride Celebration on the Square, the chance to not only give something back to the community as a whole, but also a sign that she had “made it”. Binki hosted Pride on the Square for six years, from 2005 with her Stardust-Lounge cohort Vanity Fair, and then the last few by herself.

Drag means a lot of things to a lot of people, freedom of expression, performance, a way to get people involved. To Binki, it’s magical at times. Drag has taught her what she can put up with, drag has taught her how to make people laugh. It has shaped who she is and what she stands for. “You are instantly known,” she says, “and people love you for something you created”.

Named after the Eva Gabor character from 1977’s “The Rescuers”, Bianca was nicknamed Binki by the infamous Kristy Krunt, who probably was too drunk to pronounce Bianca, Binki says. No one that has seen a Binki show would be surprised to learn that one of her role models is Diana Ross…the Boss. Ever since reading “All that Glitters” at twenty-three, Binki has seen Diana Ross as the ultimate in glamour, charisma, and versatility. With all the wigs, sequin gowns, false lashes and false tits that Diana Ross has worn since her days with the Supremes, she basically is a drag queen, Binki quips, and “one of the people that I try to be like.”

It hasn’t always been rosy though. It can also be very lonely. People that loved your last show don’t always want to give you a chance as boyfriend. There is a stigma surrounding drag queens, Binki notes, a stigma that they’re all drug addicts and crazy. “Sure I’m crazy,” she admits, “but in a fun way.” At times, James’ chance at love had to come before Binki’s chance at fame; at other times, the two were reversed. That lonely road that ended happily though; Binki and James have merged into someone who is now happily married, even if she did have to “mail order Terry from the mountains,” a place she hopes retire to in the next 10 years, just knitting on a houseboat in the Kootenays.

There have been other heartaches along the way, and hard lessons that had to be learned. Lessons about listening to other peoples’ opinions and simply “going with the flow” rather than speaking out and standing your ground. Lessons about the strength you need to survive all the shit that can go on in our community. Darker lessons, about losing friends along the way never having told them how much they matter to you. Frustrating lessons, about gay bars and their relationship with the queens who fill them.

This has frequently been a sore spot for Binki, who has hosted and starred in shows in so many past and current Edmonton clubs. She can get very frustrated with bars looking at queens in general as a dime a dozen, never seeming to acknowledge and accept the amount of work and money that goes into being a good queen, never seeming to appreciate fully that a packed club on a show night is due to the queens. Over the years, that attitude has persisted, but Binki and many of her generation of queens have outgrown it. They know their worth, and refuse to be degraded by bar owners that don’t have time for veteran, professional queens who have done so much in putting the Edmonton drag scene where it is today.

“I’d like to open up my own hole in the wall club,” Binki dreams, “a place where there is a little stage, some red velvet curtains and some candlelit tables where people, not just gay people, can come and enjoy a great little show!” Sadly, she goes on to admit that no one seems keen on doing anything about it, too content to complain, and to dream about a place, like the Roost, where we all really belong, queens and their audience.

The audience is one of the reasons Binki keeps coming back though, an audience that followed her from club to club these past years, as the Stardust Lounge created by her and Vanity relocated from Buddys to the Roost to Boots. Following a stint at Play with the Playgirls, the Stardust Lounge had a brief resurgence at Junction before the stars finally faded. Queens grow apart, and ego plays a part, Binki says, but the thing to remember is that we’re boys in dresses. Have fun with drag, and the audience will have fun with you. They will let you know when something works, and when something does not work. “They are the greatest learning resource,” she says, “without them, I wouldn’t know what I know today.”

If Binki today could pass back some of that wisdom to the Binki from years ago, she would tell her that “fame is fickle.. it’s very fleeting. You’re only as good as your last number. Sadly, that’s the way it is for a queen. It seems like yesterday that I first did “Baby Love”… I just don’t know when it all happened. I don’t know when I got older. Suddenly, it’s all new again, and I seem to have misplaced my tambourine.”

Her most significant piece of advice to her younger self is something she would also pass on to Edmonton’s gay community in general. “You will meet some pretty incredible people along the way,” she says. “Remember to keep those people in your life. Cherish them, because you never know how long they will be there for”.

Originally published on QMagazine

The Future of the Gay Bar

Does the gay bar still have a place in this more accepting world?

For years, the gay bar was an oasis. Only there could gay men and women find like-minded others. Only there could they find revelry and romance without fear of reprisal. It was in those gay bars that they plotted their revolution: a struggle for equal treatment, against discrimination. It was in those gay bars that they dreamed of a world where sexual orientation, like gender, like race, was simply a non-issue. It was in those gay bars that they came together as a community to fundraise for HIV/AIDS research, for pride centres and hotlines, for all sorts of GLBT causes that couldn’t get money from the outside world.

As time passed, as equality before the law became more real, as acceptance from the straight world began to be realized, suddenly those bars became less relevant. As the queer community expanded in pride and strength, it expanded into a plethora of social and sports groups, catering to all the interests under the rainbow. You didn’t have to go to the bar to meet other gay people; you could join the gay bowling team, gay curling team, gay swim team, etc. Still, the gay bar was the focal point of the community, the nightly watering hole and the Pride Week party central.

As time passes, as sexual orientation becomes less and less an issue in the minds of most people, especially the younger generaton, those bars become less relevant, again. No longer do you need to seek solace, safety, and solidarity within the walls under a rainbow flag. Now, when you want to go out for a night of drinking and dancing, you can do so at a bar that caters to your musical taste, or that’s stumbling distance from your home, or any number of criteria other than who you’re sleeping with.

(As a side bar, the impact that the world of online cruising has had on the gay bar is huge. Why get pretty and go out, play the Stand-and-Model games, when you can simply log onto any number of sites and have sex readily delivered to your door?)

As the queer march towards acceptance continues, what will become of the gay bar? What roles will it play in a world where its existence is not only no longer as needed but also, for some, no longer even desired? It is easy to envision a world where the gay bar is a kitschy stereotype of itself, a novelty not a necessity. The battles begun in gay bars, when won, would inevitably result in the extinction of those very bars. Even look at our own community, where a number of “straight” bars have nights catering to the gay market, or simply a mindset where, gay or straight, all are welcome. This is what we wanted, no?

Still, I feel that the days of the gay bar are not gone (and not only because I’m in the industry). To have that space where we are the majority, where we can have our drag shows and leather nights and lesbian folk singers, etc.. To have that community space where we can have our meetings and our fundraisers, that gay-owned and operated space where we can support our gay businesses with our gay dollars. To have those rainbow-clad walls.

That being said, the needs of the bar-going queer community are changing, and the queer bars have to change to match. No longer do they have a monopoly on that crowd. This forces change, and that change will be for the good. For the gay bar to survive in a world where the rainbow flag can fly freely anywhere, that change has to be.

Originally published on QMagazine