The Queer Issue
Smashing the Myth of Gay Style
The Queer Issue
- Gay Bathhouse: Straight Boy Undercover
- Lesbian Bathhouse: Straight Girl Undercover
- You Go, Gays: The Gay Civil Rights Movement
- Gay Marriage: Careful What You Wish For
- Monogamy Is Unnatural: Fidelity Comes Hard For Humans--Gay and Straight
- Sucking Cock in College: Or, On the Annoyingness of Bisexuals
- J. Crud: Smashing the Myth of Gay Style
- You Are Not a Girl: And You Never, Ever Will Be
- Thank You, Gays!: The Many, Many Things for Which Straight People Owe a Debt of Gratitude to the Gays: An Exhaustive List
- Straight Man's Burden: How AIDS Has (Not) Affected Me
- Reject!: The Float Designs You Won't See at This Year's Gay Pride Parade
- NAMBLA-Riffic!: The Beauty of Adolescent Boys
- Cock Crazy: Lesbians don't turn me on
- The House Agenda: Homophobic Blacks Dance to the Sounds of Gay Sex
- Arrest Homosexuals: It's For Their Own Good
- Affirm Homosexuals: Who Was it That Said, "Love One Another"?
- Tom of Finland: Dirty, Dirty, Dirty
- What Do You Think of the Gays?: Quotes from Notable Straight Folks
The old saw, of course, is that gay men inherently possess superior style, both in dress and interior decorating; but I have found this to be, consistently and bafflingly, untrue. The first gay man I befriended was a college lecturer, and a rather sharp dresser, with one exception. He conducted his classes with everyone seated in a circle, which afforded us a full view of his leather jacket, silk-blend shirts, tailored dress slacks, and... little ankle socks glaringly decorated with tiny purple dancing men, or smiley faces.
There appear to be scores of Seattle homos who obtain their sense of style from their mailbox, via J. Crew and Land's End catalogues, making it difficult to tell sometimes if you are walking into a gay bar or into a frat-boy support group. These are the same men who decorate their Capitol Hill apartments with rainbow windsocks and lamps with pink triangle lampshades. I have seen them.
Then there are Seattle's lesbians. I have never understood how women who profess to love the beauty of other women end up looking like the Three Stooges. Shaved heads, oversized shirts, filthy sneakers, and shorts so long they qualify as slightly shrunken pants are the rule of the day. Is this not somehow missing the point? Why not date Red, the guy from Kent who changes your oil?
Even Ellen wore tailored clothes and good shoes. The homos on TV tend to cohere much closer to what we heteros expect regarding the style stereotype--and look how well they have done for themselves! I think the lesson here is this: If you want political power, if you crave cultural acceptance, dress the part. I expect to see leather loafers and Italian dress shirts from here on out.
Traci Vogel is a heterosexual.