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I had a really great pride this year, but I was also troubled by comments I heard over the last week from a lot of people in both the mainstream and radical queer communities. I want to say a few things about cissexism, specifically towards trans women and other MTF spectrum folks.
1) Gay sex does not require genital symmetry.
Most people in the community realize that not all women have the same sex organs, but it seems that a lot of people have a harder time making the leap to realize that you can have super gay sex with someone who has different junk than you. If you think otherwise, you are probably alienating people in your community, not to mention potentially missing out on some hot queer sex!
2) Gay sex does not mean non-potentially-reproductive sex (see point #1).
A lot of people like to claim the contrary… things like, “dykes never have to worry about getting pregnant” and other such nonsense. Claiming that all gay sex is non-reproductive erases the experiences of a lot of trans people and their lovers, and also makes it harder to talk about birth control and safer sex.
3) Don’t call different types of genitals disgusting.
This seems to be a disturbingly common trend in the queer community and has come up several times this week. A lot of people have a hard enough time trying to feel good and confident in their bodies - and welcome in their queer community - without having to hear how disgusting other people think their junk is. This goes for all aspects of peoples’ bodies.
Basically, we all need to have a little sit down and think about the different body/gender combinations that exist in our community and how the things we say and do affect the people around us!
An important list. One more note to add: I’m trying really hard to break my habit of referring to particular kinds of genitals as “man parts” or “lady parts.”
“Do I Love You Because You’re Beautiful” performed by Lynne Wintersteller in the 1993 review A GRAND NIGHT FOR SINGING. It’s a lovely arrangement and a lovely performance by the always enjoyable—and she be in more things—Lynne Wintersteller. A few years ago a friend of mine was cast as Clara in a stock production of LIGHT IN THE PIAZZA opposite Wintersteller. I can’t even begin to imagine…
I had a friend in college who was the BIGGEST Lynne Wintersteller fan. I’m not sure how much competition there was for this title.
Musical theater students looking to expand their audition book could do much worse than seeking out the sheet music for the songs I’ve been sharing on this blog (with some notable exceptions). I am fairly certain you are more likely to stand out from the pack with The World Must Be Bigger Than an Avenue or That Ain’t Hay, That’s The U.S.A. than you would with something written in the last ten to fifteen years.
I never paid much attention to the musical Irene until I fell in love with Barbara Cook’s recording of this song, added to the 1970s revival of the show by Cook’s longtime music director, Wally Harper.
Take note, writers of musical theater: “I Want” songs don’t have to be whiny or plaintive.
When I saw A Class Act on Broadway, I couldn’t shake the feeling I had heard this song before. It took me a while to remember Phyllis Newman’s one-woman show The Madwoman of Central Park West. The album suffers from unfortunate abuse of synthesizers, but Phyllis knows how to sell a song.
Also discovered on LivingstonAndEvans.com: “Tel Aviv,” which is presented on the site without any context except for a 1988 copyright date. This recording is Jay Livingston’s demo. I imagine it’s intended for a female singer, although there’s something fun about imagining it’s actually about a straight male Republican who finds his sexuality challenged by a hot Israeli tour guide.
I have found my official song for the summer. I don’t care that it sounds like it was manufactured by a computer programmed to satisfy the “Bar Mitzvah Hit” slot for the year (see also: Black Eyed Peas’ “I Got a Feeling”).
Incidentally, that medley from Of Thee I Sing, as well as this one from Girl Crazy, are from a radio broadcast (which was also released on 78 rpm records) commemorating the one-year anniversary of George Gershwin’s death. YouTube also has medleys from Lady Be Good/Tip Toes, Porgy and Bess (part 1, part 2), Oh Kay, plus more and more!
They’re quite good, and a great overview of George Gershwin’s tremendous body of work.
While obsessing over Oh Captain! last night, I went into a mini frenzy of looking for material from and about it online (as one does) and discovered that the songwriters Livingston & Evans have the most incredible website, with a huge archive of full mp3s of their music - demos, cast recordings, singles, covers…. all there, all free. It’s not complete, but there’s much to enjoy.
This track is a jazz cover of my favorite song from the show, Femininity, by Leonard Feather / Dick Hyman All Stars, with vocals by Marilyn Moore.
Of all the political musicals I’m listening to this weekend, Shenandoah stands out as the one most deserving of a Broadway revival. Roundabout, Lincoln Center, even Encores… what are you all waiting for?
I don’t care for China. Japan’s far too small. I’ve rumbled the Rio Grande. I hate Asia Minor. I can’t bear Bengal. And I shudder to think Of the awful stink On the road to Samarkand. (It’s really hell That dreadful smell On the road to Samarkand.)
I like America, I have played around Every slappy-happy hunting ground But I find America okay. I’ve been about a bit But I must admit That I didn’t know the half of it Till I hit the U.S.A.
No likely lass In Boston, Mass. From passion will recoil. In Dallas, Tex. They talk of sex But only think of oil. New Jersey dames Go up in flames If someone mentions bed. In Chicago, Illinois Any girl who meets a boy Giggles and shoots him dead!
But I like America Its society Offers infinite variety And come what may Give me a holiday In the good old U.S.A.
I’ve loathed every acre From Cannes to Canton, I also deplore Bombay, I’ve jeered at Jamaica And seen through Ceylon, And exploded the myth Of those Flying Fith On the Road to Mandalay. (I’ll never mith Those blasted fith On the road to Mandalay.)
But I like America. I have traveled far From Northumberland to Zanzibar But I find America okay. I’ve roamed the Spanish Main, Eaten sugar-cane, But I never tasted cellophane Till I struck the U.S.A.
All delegates From Southern States Are nervy and distraught. In New Orleans The wrought-iron screens Are dreadfully overwrought. Beneath each tree In Tennessee Erotic books are read. And when alligators thud Through the Mississippi mud Sex rears its ugly head.
But I like America, Its simplicity And its passion for publicity And come what may Give me a holiday In the good old U.S.A. Hey, hey!