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Halloween: the Great Gay Holiday

Jesse’s Journal

by Jesse Monteagudo

"Halloween: The Great Gay Holiday"

October is an important month in our Gay, Lesbian, bisexual and transgender calendar. October is GLBT History Month, a month devoted to dis-covering and celebrating our past. On October 11, we observe "Coming Out Day", a day in which we "take the next step" in our ongoing, coming-out process. But while both GLBT History Month and Coming Out Day are of recent origin, this month’s most popular queer holiday predates recorded history and captures the essence of sex and gender variance to a much greater degree than do the activist holidays. Just open the pages of any queer paper during the first weeks of November and you will see what our communities were doing on October 31st. In the words of the Lesbian poet and scholar Judy Grahn, Halloween is "the great gay holiday".

I love Halloween. All through my life, October 31 has always been a special day, though now I don’t go out as much as I used to. I certainly enjoy writing about it, though, and I try to write a Halloween article every few years. Once thought to be a children’s holiday, Halloween (actually Hallowe’en, but I prefer to use the more common spelling) is now almost as popular with adults. According to Nicholas Rogers, author of Halloween: From Pagan Ritual to Party Night, "Halloween at the end of the millennium has become a major party night for adults, arguably the most important after New Year’s Eve. . . . [T]he amount of money spent on Halloween has more than doubled in the last decade, making it the second retail bonanza after Christmas."

Halloween (or Hallowe’en) is a corruption of All Hallows Eve, which is observed the night before All Saints Day (All Hallows Day). Like other Christian holy days, Halloween was adapted from a pagan holy day, in this case the Celtic feast of Samhain (pronounced sow-end). According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, Samhain "was the eve of the new [Celtic] year . . . and was the occasion for one of the ancient fire festivals when huge bonfires were set on hilltops to frighten away evil spirits." On Samhain, the Celts believed, the spirit world and the mortal realm come into close contact and spirits can slip out of their domain in order to visit us. Today, followers of the Craft or Wicca (witches) still observe Samhain as the greatest of their eight seasonal sabats. Rich Wandel, an openly Gay high priest of Wicca, told the authors of The Gay Almanac that "Samhain . . . is a time of connection to those who have gone before us and will return again. It is my favorite ritual, and is one we never let the students lead. We do it ourselves, because it is important, particularly in terms of the many friends that all of us in our communities have lost."

Though the Protestant reformers tried to suppress All Hallows Day observances as being both pagan and papist, Halloween emerged as a secular holiday during the 19th and 20th centuries. And while Halloween is enjoyed by everyone, "it has been the Gay community," Rogers tells us, "that has most flamboyantly exploited Halloween’s potential as a transgressive festival, as one that operates outside or on the margins of orthodox time, space, and hierarchy. Indeed, it is the Gay community that has been arguably most responsible for Halloween’s adult rejuvenation." What William Stewart, writing about Halloween in Cassell’s Queer Companion, called "the Gay festival par excellence," has been observed by our people long before there were Pride Days or Coming Out Days; Southern Decadence or Wigstock; bear busts, circuit parties, leather runs, nudist gatherings or womyn’s music festivals. Long before there was Disney, Halloween was and is the original Gay Day.

In Another Mother Tongue, her cultural history of our peoples, Judy Grahn wrote about Halloween and its significance to us. Halloween, Grahn wrote, is a special holiday for GLBT people, who in many societies served as priests, witches, shamans, healers and intermediaries between the mortal and spirit worlds. The ancient Celts tried to ward off the Samhain spirits by offering them gifts or scaring them away with jack-o-lanterns. Others dressed up in fantastic costumes to impersonate and confuse the wandering spirits: As Grahn put it, "impersonating a spirit is the only safe way to travel outdoors on Halloween. And who could better imitate spirits than the Gay people whose traditional priestly role required just such intercourse with the spirit world? . . . The qualities of impersonation," Grahn concluded, "and the dangerous business of crossing over from one world to another help explain why Halloween is the most significant Gay holiday."

According to William Stewart, "Hallowe’en has always been a time of year when the Gay communities experienced greater freedoms. . . . Even in the 1940s and 1950s when police harassment of Gay bars was at its height, Hallowe’en was the one fairy-tale evening when the drag queens could come out with impunity." In Wide-Open Town: A History of Queer San Francisco to 1965, historian Nan Alamilla Boyd wrote about Halloween parties that were held at the Beige Room and other San Francisco bars back in the fifties, which "included not simply a drag ball and a ‘parade of queens’ but the selection of the best dressed participant." In New York City, Rogers wrote, by the mid-1970s "Gay promenades had become a constituent feature of the Greenwich Village Halloween celebrations. Beginning in 1974 as a countercultural event for the Village arts community, this annual parade, with its puppets, floats, and revelers, has become a fixture in Gotham’s calendar." Key West’s Fantasy Fest is just one of many events that evolved from the local Gay population’s’ Halloween celebrations.

Halloween's appeal to the Gay, Lesbian, bisexual and transgendered communities goes beyond that holiday’s historical or spiritual connotations. I believe that it has a lot to do with our role as outsiders in society; our propensity for cross-dressing and gender-bending; our love for the unusual and the fantastic; our ability to find humor in the absurdities and misfortunes of life; our fascination with festive costumes and the world of make-believe; and our special capacity to have fun. While others might treat Halloween as mainly a kid's day, LesBiGay and Trans people observe and cherish it as a day in which we can do away with dull, ordinary, dumb reality and be our fun, exotic, erotic selves.

All of us have Halloween stories to share; some good and some bad but all of them fabulous. To me, Halloween is a time to be myself, to let loose, to wear an outrageous costume (or nothing at all), to stay out late, to get drunk (but not to drive drunk), and forget about my individual and communal problems in the company of like-minded souls. So whatever you do on this very special, and very Gay night, remember to be careful, to play safe, and to enjoy yourselves. After a few thousand years, we should be able to do it right.

Jesse Monteagudo is a freelance writer and Gay activist who lives in South Florida with his life partner and many friends. Share your Halloween tales with him at jessemonteagudo@aol.com.

The Most Important Phone Call of My Life

I got what may be the most important phone call of my life today: from my urologist, Dr. Hashmat who practices in Brooklyn. He told me that the prostate biopsy that he did a week ago last Monday came back "normal."

"You're normal," he said. "I know you must be anxious to hear this."

I felt like someone had handed my life back to me. This huge weight had been hanging over my head and I'd been trying desperately not to feel it, pretty much living in denial, trying to go about my business as if nothing were happening. Twice, the first week after the biopsy was done, I'd woken up about 2 a.m., jolted from anxiety. I got up, walked into another room, sat down on the couch, and tried to keep from going out of my head. I kept telling myself how fortunate I'd been. I'd been able to live my life almost exactly the way I'd wanted to live it--had done what I had set out to do--been able to write books, poetry, songs, plays, articles for God-knows-how-many magazines. I'd given a number of people pleaure in their lives--I was very fortunate. But even more fortunate, I've been loved, really loved by some wonderful men and women. My partner Hugh, my closest friend Robert, my sister, our friend Susan, my wonderful best friends Jeff Campbell and Marc Collins, who is are longer alive, only two of the terrible victims of AIDS; there are others I hope I can put on this list--but that is what is important in the long run, being loved, being able to feel it and know it.

And I was so lucky. By sheer fortune, I found a doctor who started to see that my PSA level was rising: it was 4.2.--7 is virtually prostate cancer--so she sent me to see Dr. Hashmat, an excellent urologist, and he looked seriously at me and decided that we needed to do this biopsy. We did it in his office. It was painful: I can't lie about that. Even with a large dose of anesthetic, it felt like this rattle snake was running up my ass and biting me in there. He took 7 samples from various sites on the organ, and then told me to wait until the anesthesia wore off. I was dizzy and a bit nauseated. Robert came to Brooklyn to accompany me back to Manhattan, and then the Bronx. Hashmat had warned me that I would see some blood in my urine, my stool, and my semen. But I wasn't prepared for how much blood would appear the first time I urinated. It was scary, and it continued for the first day or so. My groin felt terrible, like I'd been kicked in it; but I did not want to feel that, all I wanted to do was not be worried about it. Just try to . . . be someplace where I would not have to think about that word cancer at all.

My father had died of colon-rectal cancer at the age of 42. I was 11 when he died, and never was told what he had died of. Back then, in 1958, in the Deep South, you never mentioned words like "colon," "rectal," and "cancer" to kids, as if there was something obscene in the Southern mind about all of that: it was too involved with the real body, and everybody knew where that could lead: to the truth itself, something no one could venture into when I was growing up.

The truth was absolutely shameful, so you stayed as far away from it as possible.
We're still staying away from the truth about so much, but I am grateful for the candor and frankness people now have about things like prostate cancer.

I joked to a friend that I never knew what the word "prostate" meant until I was about 36. Prostate was a part of that nether region that was not supposed to be broached in polite company. I knew that there was a pleasurable aspect to it--ask anyone who's into anal sex--but exactly what the prostate does, and often what it leads to--anyway, I had little idea.

I do now. And I'm deliriously grateful that I've dodged this particular, scary bullet, to put it mildly. I've now got the rest of my life before me . . . but then, in truth we all do.

Perry Brass
www.perrybrass.com

Dreams for Sale

The incomparable musical masters Milton Nascimento and James Taylor singing Nascimento's "Vendedor de Sonhos" ("Vendor of Dreams").

Vendedor de sonhos
Tenho a profissão viajante
De caixeiro que traz na bagagem
Repertório de vida e canções
E de esperança
Mais teimoso que uma criança
Eu invado os quartos, as salas
As janelas e os corações
Frases eu invento
Elas voam sem rumo no vento
Procurando lugar e momento
Onde alguém também queira cantá-las
Vendo os meus sonhos
E em troca da fé ambulante
Quero ter no final da viagem
Um caminho de pedra feliz
Tantos anos contando a história
De amor ao lugar que nasci
Tantos anos cantando meu tempo
Minha gente de fé me sorri
Tantos anos de voz nas estradas
Tantos sonhos que eu já vivi

Over-accessorizing and poor taste in makeup is not an excommunicable offense.

You just gotta love the Sisters...

National Homeless Month

HOMELESS PRACTITIONERS AND ADVOCATES ATTEND FIRST NATIONAL GATHERING for

OVERLOOKED AND UNDERFUNDED GAY, homeless youth

The National Alliance to End Homelessness, National Gay and Lesbian Taskforce, Human Rights Campaign and others gather to discuss advocacy and funding for disproportionate representation of LGBT homeless youth.

WHAT:  Studies estimate that approximately 1 in 5 of all homeless youth are lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender or questioning (LGBTQ). This disproportionately large representation of LGBTQ youth, who represent only ten percent of the general youth population, has been widely ignored. Because of this, federal policy and funding to alleviate the problem are extremely limited. Join the National Alliance to End Homelessness, the National Gay and Lesbian Taskforce, the Human Rights Campaign and more for the first national gathering of LGBTQ homeless youth service providers, policy advocates, legal advocates, and funders during an in-depth discussion to determine the key resources needed to decrease homelessness among this overlooked group. Be there as we set the national agenda to articulate the needs of LGBTQ homeless youth for years to come.

WHEN: Friday, October 19 from 9 a.m. – 11:30 p.m.

WHERE: All Souls Church 1500 Harvard St. NW Washington, D.C (corner of 16th and Harvard Streets. Columbia Heights Metro station.)

WHO: 

Richard Hookswayman, Senior Policy Analyst, National Alliance to End Homelessness

Terry DeCrescenzo, Executive Director, Gay and Lesbian Adolescent Services (GLASS)

Rocki Simoes, Youth Advocate, Avenues for Homeless Youth

Grace McClelland, Executive Director, Ruth Ellis Center

Carrie Jacobs, Executive Director, The Attic Youth Center

The National Gay and Lesbian Taskforce and the Human Rights Campaign will be in attendance

RSVP: Please RSVP to Lauren Wright, Media Associate, 202 942-8246, Lwright@naeh.org

For more information on The National Alliance to End Homelessness, visit: www.endhomelessness.org

Larry Craig...what really happened...

Anyone watch the Larry Craig interview with Matt Lauer last night?  They had this reenactment of the airport bathroom scene, see...

By the way...for the record, Matt...it's not "the Gay community" that is hanging out in bathroom stalls for furtive sex. It's men who are closeted, conflicted, and confused about their sexuality and hypocritical politicians who beat us down with one hand and jerk us off with the other. Your constant referral to "the Gay community" as a monolithic entity was as accurate as, say, someone talking about how "women drivers" behave. If you found that as annoying as I did...let NBC know: today@msnbc.com

Oh...and stop apologizing for asking "hard questions.' That's what they're paying you millions of dollars of years to do! If you aren't willing to do it unapolgetically (what? you're afraid Craig won't like you?) then step aside and let someone who isn't afraid do it and cash the check.

New Hindu Temple

20071016_swaminarayantemple2 A couple of weeks ago my friends Cal and Larry and I went to the new Hindu temple which is about a twenty minute drive from my house. 
It is the largest Hindu temple in North America 20071016_swaminarayanand is a marvel of intricately carved white marble.  The temple is dedicated to the 20071016_swaminarayantemple1Gujarati guru of the early 1800's Swami Narayan. 
I had visited the new Swami Narayan temple outside of Delhi which is larger and made of red sandstone.
Swami Narayan taught peace among all creatures and was an ardent believer in vegetarianism.

What's Your Name?

A faerie friend, Roger Kuhn, has a new song and video out...check it out...

"What's Your Name" made its national television debut this weekend and landed at #7 on the charts. Roger was nominated for three Pride In the Arts awards as the favorite male artist, song of the year and musical artist of the year, too. To vote, go here.

Baby Got Front

OK. I'm not quite sure...this might not be SUBJECT-subject, and it might stray just a tad into the "sexual objectification" area...perhaps when Ms. Jackie Beat deep throats the Oscar statue.

In any event, I laughed my ass off...and this is Gay culture on so many levels I lose count. Good taste? Bad Taste? Joker's wild...

General Strike

Harpers_october It seems that the October Harper's magazine has an article by Garret Keizer in which he calls for a one day, national, general strike. Walk out of work. Don't buy anything. Call for a stop to the madness of this  administration's lies, dissembling and crimes.

It's about time.

Here are the beginning and closing paragraphs from the piece:

Of all the various depredations of the Bush regime, none has been so thorough as its plundering of hope. Iraq will recover sooner. What was supposed to have been the crux of our foreign policy — a shock-and-awe tutorial on the utter futility of any opposition to the whims of American power — has achieved its greatest and perhaps its only lasting success in the American soul. You will want to cite the exceptions, the lunch-hour protests against the war, the dinner-party ejaculations of dissent, though you might also want to ask what substantive difference they bear to grousing about the weather or even to raging against the dying of the light — that is, to any ritualized complaint against forces universally acknowledged as unalterable. Bush is no longer the name of a president so much as the abbreviation of a proverb, something between Murphy’s Law and tomorrow’s fatal inducement to drink and be merry today.

If someone were to suggest, for example, that we begin a general strike on Election Day, November 6, 2007, for the sole purpose of removing this regime from power, how readily and with what well-practiced assurance would you find yourself producing the words “It won’t do any good”? Plausible and even courageous in the mouth of a patient who knows he’s going to die, the sentiment fits equally well in the heart of a citizenry that believes it is already dead.

... I wrote this appeal during the days leading up to the Fourth of July. I wrote it because for the past six and a half years I have heard the people I love best — family members, friends, former students and parishioners — saying, “I’m sick over what’s happening to our country, but I just don’t know what to do.” Might I be pardoned if, fearing civil disorder less than I fear civil despair, I said, “Well, we could do this.” It has been done before and we could do this. And I do believe we could. If anyone has a better idea, I’m keen to hear it. Only don’t tell me what some presidential hopeful ought to do someday. Tell me what the people who have nearly lost their hope can do right now.

STRIKE! ...11/06/07!
STRIKE! ...11/06/07!