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Goodbye, Steve

Steve

Steve Gilliard, 1966-2007

It is with tremendous sadness that we must convey the news that Steve Gilliard, editor and publisher of The News Blog, passed away early this morning. He was 41.

To those who have come to trust The News Blog and its insightful, brash and unapologetic editorial tone, we have Steve to thank from the bottom of our hearts. Steve helped lead many discussions that mattered to all of us, and he tackled subjects and interest categories where others feared to tread.

We will post more information as it becomes available to us.

Please keep Steve’s friends and family in your thoughts and prayers.

Steve meant so much to us. We will miss him terribly.

– the news blog team

Those of us who knew Steve only online will be missing him, too. My prayers are with Jen and the rest of Steve’s family and friends. Jane has written a lovely tribute.

Thank you, Steve, for everything you gave us.

Schtick

Speaking of ninteen-year-old homos, Ilyka linked the story of this kid:

In Chris’s most watched video, This and That, which has been viewed more than 420,000 times on YouTube and nearly 1.6 million times on MySpace, he sits on his grandmother’s couch, knees scrunched to chest, Converse up on the coffee table in front of him. He’s wearing an orange T-shirt, black eyeliner, and two jelly bracelets on his right wrist. The clip is short, only 46 seconds, and it’s a message to his haters, the type of people who go to his MySpace and YouTube pages and post comments similar to this one, posted in late May on YouTube: “Ew. You are the biggest faggot in America. Please, do us all a favor, and throw urself in front of some ongoing traffic.” When I first watched This and That, I saw it as a message from Chris Crocker to these virtual enemies, a fictional character responding to hecklers in his audience.

“Hey what up, everybody?” the video begins. “This is Chris.” His tone is singsong at first, but then it turns serious: “I’m still kinda blowing smoke out my ears because the haters just refuse to give it up, you know?” He shifts his expression from exasperation and disappointment to anger. “And to the people who be saying, you know, this and that: Yo, girl, I don’t understand. Look at this, girl!” He sits back on the couch, crosses his legs, and pulls up his right T-shirt sleeve to reveal a slender shoulder and a skinny upper arm. “To the bitches that wanna fight me! To the bitches that wanna fight me! Girl, look at this, bitch.” He flexes his tiny bicep. “You wanna fight me?” His tone is menacing, but now he’s pulling up his shirt to reveal a scrawny chest. The disjunction between his violent tone and the seriously limited physical firepower that he’s flashing is absurd—as absurd as the idea that anyone would see this waify kid as a threat worthy of violence. “Girl, what is it, girl? What I got to hide, nigga, what I got to hide?” He leans into the camera and starts shouting, rocking his head back and forth in anger, blond highlights flopping this way and that. “Because bitch, you wanna fight somebody, bitch? Let’s go, girl! I’m standing right here; you ain’t sayin’ shit to me, girl. I been standing at the mall; ain’t nobody walking up to me, girl.”

And yeah, my heart bleeds for him, too. I didn’t have to grow up with a fraction of that abuse, and I’m glad he has at least found a coping strategy that isn’t as self-destructive as some of the other options.

But it’s racist, whether he’s trying to draw a little strength from this culture he sees as more fierce and vital, whether he’s trying to use some of that perceived nastiness to highlight his outsider position, or some mixture of both (and it seems to me like both). There’s a huge–and highly offensive–set of queer panic signifiers out there that don’t carry that kind of baggage when they’re used for cheap celebrity by a ninteen-year-old white kid from the South. He’s been using them to great effect, too, if the videos are any indication. This gimmick is different. There’s a long history of racism amongst white gay people, too–as Kevin in comments pointed out, look at the popularity of Shirley Q. Liquor,who’s even less ambiguous and who’s got even more of a fan base. Heck, look at what Chris is doing; he’s not the first white gay man to latch onto the diva avatar. With a track record like that, I’ve gotta err on the side of unironic appreciation from most of his audience.

I wonder, too, how much of the fandom is really from other homos and fellow travelers–that is,whether racism is the only undercurrent elided in transmission. The author of the interview clearly felt a temporal bond with little Chris, and was therefore willing to overlook some of the likely sources of the messages taking umbrage at his persona. But the internet is frequented by a lot of people. Some of this is clearly a freak frantically trying to get attention from other freaks, but I wonder if some of his fond listeners don’t see him as a different kind of drag queen. How many of them think they’re laughing with him? How many of his listeners are using him the same way?

No, call me Tom of Finland.

No offense, Jack, but the gay community has already done effemiphobia to death. There’ve also been approximately eight gazillion new pseudo-clinical greek/latin-derived terms coined in an attempt to get rid of the older, dingier, somehow-more-stigmatizing kind. In fact, for at least half of “androphilia,” you need to send a check to the estate of Harry Hay. But don’t take my word for it. I’m sure nineteen-year-old homos in bars across the union are coming to the exact same conclusions you are about how awesome it would be if all the other gay men could just stop acting so gay. It’s sort of like the, um, androphilic version of the “Why won’t women figure out what an awesome catch I am and stop being such stupid bitches?!” syndrome, except with more internalized hatred. Call it the Nice Gay. You should go find yourself some nice leather bears and ask them to relieve some of that anxiety.

All of my wildest dreams have come true.

fox

I saw the Silver Fox at my favorite bar last night, sitting approximately six feet away from me. We made eye contact. His blue eyes are even more amazing in person, and he’s also surprisingly built. I know he’s supposedly dating this “Julio” character, but I’m pretty sure he felt our connection.

So now, having met Lauren’s boyfriend and seen mine in public, I can say with some authority that the Fox is way finer. And has better muscles.

Don’t worry, Lauren, Keith is really tall and stuff, and he was dressed better in a well-tailored suit. Anderson was wearing some sort of fitted dark blue v-neck t-shirt, and one of his friends was in cargo shorts. So, you know, Keith scores major points on his fashion choices. But even so, nobody beats the coif of steel.

I am forever indebted to Mr. Melber for pointing him out to me. I can now die happy.

Friday Random Ten

The “Every now and then…” edition.


Not really. I just secretly love this song. But let’s be honest: Dudes in speedos and goggles getting dowsed with water? Ninjas dancing? Men in suits breaking their glasses in a toast? Church boys / prep school students with weird glowing eyes to illustrate the line “bright eyes”? Does it get any better than this? No, no it does not.

1. Tom Waits – That Feel
2. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – New Morning
3. Spoon- The Delicate Place
5. Franz Ferdinand – Michael
6. Nina Simone – Ooh Child
7. The Notwist – One With the Freaks
8. Rhett Miller – Our Love
9. Erykah Badu ft. Common – Love of My Life
10. John Coltrane – My Little Brown Book

And because I’m a sucker for pretty much anyone named Paolo:

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Friday Random Ten – The “AWESOME 80’s Metal” Edition

1) Hue and Cry – Labour of Love
2) Ferraby Lionheart – Before We’re Dead (New Orleans Song)
3) Man Man – Banana Ghost
4) Har Mar Superstar – Let’s Get This Party Kickin’
5) Deadbolt – A Hit Gone Wrong
6) The Pogues – A Pair of Brown Eyes
7) Bunky – Chuy
8) Das EFX – They Want EFX
9) Def Leppard – Let’s Get Rocked
10) Daniel Johnston – Good Morning You (Have you seen the documentary on Johnston yet? You should.)

As for the AWESOME 80’s. I was a little lost when The Darkness came out a few years ago, popular for parodying the excesses of 80’s glam metal, because why would anyone settle for satire when the real thing is just as ridiculous? Presenting Savatage with “Hall of the Mountain King.” Fantastical.

The best part? When the guy at the end finds a SAVATAGE CASSETTE TAPE on top of the BOX OF TREASURE. Brilliant!

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