Column

 
  I
have opinions on a variety of things. Once a month, I voice these opinions in a personal column for a gay/lesbian monthly magazine based in Buffalo, NY. You can read this column below.




March 2010

Swimming
With Lesbians


   

  A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of interviewing Madeline Davis for an article I was writing about her documentary, Swimming with Lesbians.

 

  Swimming with Lesbians provides a raw look into the GLBT movement of a “rustbelt city on the edge of the Midwest,” otherwise known as Buffalo, NY. It’s an engaging, heartwarming, tragic, realistic, gritty, and fabulous account of the people and personal stories that have paved the way for where we are now — from the tantalizing tales of Tangara, a local 60s drag queen, to Peggy Ames, a transsexual woman who was courageous enough to embrace her true gender when her family and an entire town turned their backs on her.

 

  But Swimming with Lesbians is more than just a documentary; it’s a visual reminder of the lives we have lived, the places we have been, and the beautiful history we have created together right here in Western New York.

 

  The name for the documentary came about by accident. Davis was driving with a friend (who is also featured in the documentary) and he mentioned that he didn’t like swimming because gay men are judgmental about body images. Davis told him jokingly that he should go swimming with lesbians, because lesbians don’t care how people look.  “I think lesbians are much more accepting in that regard,” she said. “We come in all different shapes, colors, cultures, ages and sizes. We come from everywhere. We are the most fortunate of genders, because we allow each other to be as we are.”

 

  For those of you who don’t know her, Madeline Davis is a woman with many extraordinary sides, including lesbian, author, musician, Reiki master, librarian, and speaker. She is also a pivotal player in GLBT history and she’s seen her fair share of pride parades, demonstrations and protests. In 1971, she marched and spoke at the first gay rights rally at the New York State Capitol and participated in the original effort to lobby the state legislature on behalf of gay rights. Often credited for single-handedly bringing GLBT issues and politics to the forefront in Buffalo, she began collecting items for what is now known as “The Madeline Davis GLBT Archives of Western, New York” in 2001.

 

  Swimming with Lesbians gives you an inside view of Davis’ personal life, her brilliant past, and her unwavering determination to create one of the most extensive GLBT archive collections in the country. When she set out to film the documentary, Davis hoped that one central message would be perceived: that people would understand how vitally important it is to not let our history disappear. That is why she created the archives. She believes that we need to keep a living collection of GLBT history and make it available for researchers, for students, and for future generations of gays and lesbians in this country so that they know what happened before. If we don’t, well then our history will simply go up in smoke.


So far, Swimming with Lesbians has been well received. Davis is hoping that a distribution company will pick up the documentary and eventually air it on popular networks such as HBO or LOGO. As for the archives, Buffalo State College is currently clearing space in the Butler Library in order to showcase them and preserve them for years to come. 

 

  I invite you to watch Swimming with Lesbians if you haven’t had a chance to see it yet. It’s not only an important part of Western New York GLBT culture, it’s an important part of GLBT culture, period.

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Blogging

 
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Poetry

   
    I think that poetry is the greatest form of expression. It can be interpreted in thousands of ways, which exposes the beauty of this timeless craft. I've included some poems below. They are from different periods in my life. Enjoy.


Energy
 
The energy
between you and me
is unreal
It pulls me in
until I give in
and unravel
No matter where we travel
it will always exist
I know because
I feel it
everyday
And the truth is
I hope it never goes away
Someday,
somewhere, someplace
We'll be face to face
And laugh about it all
Until then
I get up again
whenever I fall
It's not a promise
Just a truth
The energy has been there
since our youth
So I choose to believe
There will always be
A special connection
between you and me


To Be OUT

Release.
Relief from my shoulders.
This boulder that I was able to push aside,
Leaving me stable, with the sensation
That I have nothing to hide.
Freedom.
Free at last.
Looking past the fear in my eyes,
Beyond the tears, without hesitation
I see clear skies.
Pride.
Raising my head high.
The shallow dread I left behind,
I looked inside and saw myself.
I believe in me.
Courage.
Having the strength to stand.
You gave me your hand without thought,
With this gesture you taught,
a life long lesson
I am normal after all.


Awakening

Me
Am
Universe
Shine


The Perfect Song

Sometimes
My heart gets so weak
My breathing slows
My stomach twists
When I hear a certain song
The melody surrounds me
Sweeps over my body
Like a soft afternoon breeze
It soothes my skin
Like mist from the rain
The lyrics evoke emotions
That I never new existed
But always hoped to have

Sometimes
My lips begin to move
My eyes close
My muscles tighten
When I start to sing along

Mother May I?

She tied my hair in ribbons
I untied them and my hair ran wild
She forced a cotton shirt over my head
I took it off and basked naked in the sun
She remembered days of girlie pom-poms
I dribbled a ball aggressively down the court
She often wondered who I was inside
I boasted that I was her only daughter
She cringed at my defiance
I cringed at her reluctance
Yet, somehow we connected
Through years of change when I finally
Wore a dress
She accepted our fate
I accepted our gender
We found a common strand
Which wove a mother and daughter
From two different textures
We knitted a quilt that I now use when I get cold


First Impressions

Through a sea of unfamiliar faces
I walk alone
My glances fall on nothing
Is this to be my home?
Being a piece of the puzzle
I somehow fit my place
Similar feelings expressed
Fill up the empty space
To adjust is seemingly hard
To submit is always allowed
Yet . . . I do not give in
I merely blend with the crowd


On Boston

An urge to shout, an open mouth
No words uttered, no sound comes out
A mind full of confusion, a heavy heart
Too many emotions evoke feelings of doubt

A powder blue sky, misplaced clouds
Birds of opportunity soar quickly by
Can I take the flight, spread my arms
A blind less leap, a will to fly

On the edge, leaning far over
Pressure is building, no time to stall
A feeling of exhilaration, no ground beneath my feet
I can fly after all


Untitled

Filled to the core
Feelings cascade out of my body
Like scalding coffee over a cracked mug
What has stained the counter cannot be cleaned
What is left has not enough substance
Just a dark, bitter liquid; tasteless
Something is missing...
Sugar perhaps?  Or maybe milk?

I could just settle for some Sweet and Low