Pride, Prejudice & Pee Wee

If being gay was a choice, I’d choose gay every time.  Not because I think it’s better to be gay than straight (Note: Although sometimes….).  Rather, it’s because making any other choice would mean that I wouldn’t be myself.

Now, how’s that for pride month???

Oh please, no applause.

OK I’ll accept a cheer though

Every person I know and almost everyone I’ve ever met in the LGBTQ+ community would answer the same way.  Because once you have zero compunction about being your authentic self and actually live that way, the toughest part of that particular journey is over.

As for the handful of perverse exceptions on the subject, well, as practically everyone on earth aside from a MAGA politician will publicly admit, there is a streak of the depraved within EVERY community.

Meaning there are lots of ways to be gay.  Just as there are lots of ways to be pretty much anything. 

Tis true

This week I watched the fantastic HBO documentary, Pee Wee As Himself.  It tells the story of Paul Reubens, the late actor who invented and played Pee Wee Herman all those years and who, among other things, officially “comes out’ as gay on the program. 

Not that we imagined he was straight.  Or anything else.  Pee Wee was camp and camp done by a man scores very high on the gay meter.  Like 9 out of 10.  And yes, I know that Dame Edna was played by the late Barry Humphries, a straight man.  He’s the 1 out of 10. 

Which in public gay speak is 1 out of every 10,000.

OK but the glasses are gay, right?

In any event, the fact that Paul Reubens was gay is nowhere near the most interesting aspect of his life, or his story.  What‘s much more revelatory is that this little gay kid was a natural performance artist fascinated by the circus (Note: He grew up near Ringling Bros. HQ in Sarasota, FL), children’s television and mid-century kitsch.  And that he was a Cal Arts grad who had a boyfriend in his twenties but was so obsessed with rising to the top of show business that after their breakup he poured everything into his career rather than to ever lose himself or his ambitions ever again in the homo-normative narrative of gay domestic bliss.

Reubens, in drag, at Cal Arts

Toiling in the usual rounds of anonymous auditions, improv comedy, bit parts and more, he one day finally hit upon a strange character that managed to suffuse himself, and everything he loved, in the form of an oddball man-boy who could entertain all the oddball kids, their older siblings AND their parents.  But in an honest, hyper-colorful, strange and wittily sarcastic style that was both purely him and purely for the “him” who would’ve liked to have (or been) such a person when he was younger.

It’s a story that is not much different from that of many creative people in the entertainment industry, only with overwhelming, outsized mainstream success.

Early days

Sure there were personal lapses and dramas like the arrest at the porn theatre for supposedly exposing himself or the subsequent cancellation of his Saturday morning kids (ahem) syndicated TV series, Pee Wee’s Playhouse — which my husband and I used to watch almost every Saturday morning early in our courtship – waiting for the inevitable gay double entendres that would always come (Note:”You know what they say about big feet…”).

Cowboy Curtis Boots

But, like being gay, those were just moments in a life of creativity that was clearly formed by being a bit odd and a bit of an outsider, albeit with an obsession to stay that way and become an INSIDER through the imaginative expression of EXACTLY who you are.

The character of Pee Wee and the guy who created him was as gay as anything could be because it was NEVER about his gender or sexuality, or the gender/sexuality of those millions who were attracted to him. It was the fact that he was using who he really was to attract everybody together in one big playhouse. And that’s the most appealing, most successful and most enduring attraction of all. #OneBigTent.

An icon

Of course, this a fact that is impossible to explain to self-professed “real” men like our current Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth, or as he is known as around our house, Brylcreem Boy.

Yes, it’s a dated reference, but so is he.  Type casting for a school bully out of the 1950s, down to the drunken rages, mistreatment of women and financial failures.

Words escape me

After the April debacle where he set up group chats and leaked plans for US military raids by using the unsecured internet line, Signal Chat, B.B’.s new plan is to remove the names off of any Navy ships that he claims don’t further his “warrior” agenda for the troops.  And rename them with something more appropriate to his “mission.”  At the top of the list this pride month (Note: And likely to reassign him to the name Petty Pete in our household), is the USNS Harvey Milk, christened in honor of the slain gay rights leader and former San Francisco Supervisor who was gunned down in his office at City Hall one morning late in 1978 by a guy who didn’t like his politics.

Hey! Look at this big gay boat!

Ironically, though not to Petty Pete, aka Brylcreem Boy, is that Mr. Milk was the quintessential warrior.  After four years in the Navy, where he served on a submarine rescue ship during the Korean War, he was forced to resign when his superiors found out he was gay.  Never comfortable with hiding who he was, he then went on to become the first openly gay person elected to public office in California, and the following year put his career on the line to defeat the then popular-in-the-polls Briggs Initiative, which would have made it unconstitutional for any gay person to teach in a California school, as well as ended the careers of any of those who already did so.

Mr. Milk prevailed and thanks to him we not only have gay teachers but millions of out gay people living proudly all over the world.  He imagined the latter dream in countless public speeches but, much like many other civil rights leaders, didn’t survive nearly long enough to see that become reality. Nor did he stay alive long enough (Note: he was forty-eight when he was murdered) to see a U.S. president decide to honor him, a former navy lieutenant, for his courage by putting his name on one of its ships.

Thank you, Mr. Milk.

Unsurprisingly, Mr. Milk is just one on a longer list of names that P.P. or B.B. (Note: Take your choice), and one assumes the bosses above him in the current White House, are seeking to erase from history in our government by claiming they were only put there in the first place because of some undeserved bow to diversity, equity and inclusion.  Additional Navy ships scheduled to be stripped of their names are the:

USNS Harriet Tubman

USNS Thurgood Marshall

USNS Medgar Evers

USNS Cesar Chavez

USNS Dolores Huerta

USNS Ruth Bader Ginsburg

USNS Lucy Stone

The gays, the Blacks, the Browns, the Jews and the Women (not necessarily in that order).

Groundbreaking

Well, those names may be temporarily erased from a Navy battleship but they will never be erased from American history.   Not by a secretary of defense who thinks branding his body with a series of white Christian nationalist tattoos is enough to make him a contemporary warrior.

Most Americans see him as a callow idiot, one of many teeny tiny man-boys in our collective pasts. 

Far more petty, and far less notable than Pee-Wee Herman himself.

Pee-Wee’s Playhouse Theme

Am I Optimistic?

It’s so difficult to not get taken in by the headlines and be depressed, especially if you’re a baby boomer Democrat like me.

Conservatives targeting public libraries and their funding to ban books they don’t like

Indiana lawmakers ban abortion statewide with few exceptions

A 38% approval rating for Pres. Joe Biden, the worst ever recorded for a president.

Sen. Ted Cruz (R-TX)  gleefully proclaiming to a crowd of his fans, my pronouns are kiss my ass.  Not to mention Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-GA) authoritatively stating most Americans are Christian nationalists, despite all rational facts to the contrary.

Evergreen

But those are headlines, half-truths and provocative click bait that don’t tell the whole picture.  Still, it is easy to believe any one of these digestible thoughts in their entirety, or at least partially, because it takes time and energy to unravel them.

The fact is many Americans don’t have time or inclination to address these and many other issues, especially at the speed with which they’re hitting us.

And most of us definitely do not have the energy. 

For the majority of us, what little intellectual space we have left has to be doled out towards paying the bills and eluding the next airborne national/international virus.

I mean, polio is back?  POLIO????

I truly cannot

Nevertheless, and in truth, this week was a win for Dems like me, and for the country.

Voters in Kansas – a red state by any measure and somewhat of a bellwether for broad conservative thought – resoundingly rejected an abortion law that could have opened the door for the state to altogether OUTLAW abortion.

Toto, we’re home! #NoPlaceLikeKansas

July had an unexpected and exceedingly strong U.S. jobs report of more than half a million jobs added, bringing us back to pre-pandemic levels and more than doubling even the boldest predictions.

Gas prices dropped 70 cents per gallon in the last month from a record high and are predicted to further plummet back down to manageable levels.

The Biden administration tracked down and killed the #1 most wanted terrorist – Ayman al-Zawahri, the current head of Al Qaeda, and mastermind of 9/11 as Osama Bin Laden’s #2 in command, after a more than two decade search. 

Congress is about to pass a historic $740 billion bill that will tackle climate change and move us towards clean energy, reform the tax code to benefit average Americans, and take drastic steps towards getting prescription drug prices under control.

And this was all accomplished over a two-and-a-half week period when Pres. Joe Biden was twice diagnosed with Covid, the latter a rare rebound case.

Sleepy who?

If I were an optimist, which I generally am not, I might even write, who knows what could happen in the months going forward now that he’s testing negative?

The above events and my intermittent Ping-Pong thinking on all of them, reminds me of a life lesson I have to actually keep reminding myself of daily

It is always darkest before the dawn.  

Or as Shelly, my second mother and an avid reader, used to tell me to cheer me up –

Life is like a great book (Note: No, NOT a box of chocolates!) – you turn the page and you never know what can happen.  Good and bad.

Is this… optimism?

It is disorienting to be met with such anger and vitriol by people who don’t agree with you, not to mention your, ahem, lifestyle, whatever that might be.

But it is not determining of what awful things will literally occur in the world or in your life.

It is merely a take on a viewpoint or event you can’t control.

It is a snapshot, a fact, a statement or a misstatement at any given moment.  It is indicative of what is from a source, but not necessarily predictive of what will be. 

Certainly, it is not predictive of your day, unless you want it to be.

Whatever Francis!

This of course doesn’t mean I still don’t want to push Ted Cruz into a vat of his own bullsh-t or tell Marjorie Taylor Greene to go f-ck herself while she is suspended upside down in Macy’s window.

It only means I know the difference between my fantasies and reality. 

And that what I will actually choose to devote my time to do, much less believe, on a given day, is in my hands, not theirs.

“Don’t Stop Believin'” – viral Janitor performance (from ABC News)