The thing about celebrities is I don’t care. Or, the thing about words on the page is that sometimes they are not the same words you imagined off the page. And: they are the same words, but they don’t look the same, which is not the same thing as meaning but almost. Liking less vs. Hating more. I was going to say that the only thing I dislike more than Hollywood is the United States government. Then I realized they might be the same thing.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Yes, it's true—I’m reading tomorrow at the UW Bothell. The wonderful Sarah Dowling is teaching The End of San Francisco in a class called Writers’ Research, so this will be a perfect opportunity to read from and discuss the book in all its glory—it’s a public event, so do feel free to invite the world…
Here’s the lovely announcement the school made for the event:
The singular and brilliant MATTILDA BERNSTEIN SYCAMORE will grace UW Bothell with her presence on February 19th, at 6 pm, in DISC 162 for a reading from her book The End of San Francisco. The End of San Francisco is a genre-bending memoir about the myriad ways in which people fail each other. Touching upon queer activism, AIDS, sex work, ACT-UP, and the hopes of the 90s, the book asks what it means to be left in the wake of gentrification, loss, and the failures of politics. The End of San Francisco is the winner of a 2014 Lambda Literary Award.
Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore is the author of two novels, So Many Ways to Sleep Badly (2008) and Pulling Taffy (2003) and the editor of a number of anthologies: Why are Faggots so Afraid of Faggots: Flaming Challenges to Masculinity, Objectification and the Desire to Conform (2012), Nobody Passes: Rejecting the Rules of Gender and Conformity (2008), That's Revolting: Queer Strategies for Resisting Assimilation (2005; 2008); Dangerous Families: Queer Writing on Surviving; and Tricks and Treats: Sex Workers Write about their Clients.
And, here’s the Facebook invite...
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
A smart editor at The New Inquiry asked me to review HBO's Looking. The hardest part was watching this advertisement for a gentrified San Francisco masquerading as a portrait of contemporary gay life, but I came up with a few things to say..."By acting like displacement isn’t happening, Looking plays an active role in cultural erasure—it’s a tourist brochure for a gentrified San Francisco, an advertising campaign with bodies as billboards. In this day and age, when the portrayal of gay lives is hardly more threatening than a trip to Pottery Barn, Looking makes sure that no hint of a queer alternative slips through the cracks in the glaze."
Saturday, February 07, 2015
When someone asks WHAT’S YOUR REAL NAME, you might be in the wrong place. When four different people ask WHAT’S YOUR REAL NAME, you’re definitely in the wrong place.
Then there’s the queen who says are you a boy or a girl—just KIDDING!!! People at gay bars have really evolved.
This queen was dating someone who had my haircut, he was 25 and she thought he really liked her, but then he said she was too feminine. And short. I am short, she says.
She doesn’t like it when people say how old are you, what a ridiculous question. Then she says: How old are you?
She had sex with this guy who's a barback, but she didn’t like it when he said he usually likes to fuck several guys in a row. They were at a bathhouse.
Every gay bar is an accidental comedy routine. The best comedy routine is the one that takes itself seriously