Wednesday, February 2, 2005

no, really, what do you mean when you say avant-garde?

Yesterday, a few things happened. I fell in love with three boys. Two of them at the Queer Fist meeting. One of them on the subway late last night. Skinny, brown hair, fill in the rest. I didn't say a word to one of them, but tried to peek at their eyes as long as I could until I got caught, did it in the hopes of being caught. I am really broke and need to do some work, but am lazy and want to watch the State of the Union speech tonight, so tomorrow I will try to find a John.

I am supposedly going to be a go-go dancer at the Slide's new college night that is going to be on Fridays. There is a funny story here about how that happened, but I will tell it to you the next time we hang out together, or will tell you some other story, don't worry, I will have stories. And I wonder if that is not part of why I find myself doing the stuff I am doing instead of applying at horrible retail jobs, for the stories. Stories are important, not just to brag to other people, to get the attention of an audience, as Peter is making me feel guilty about. But they are more so necessary for yourself, to keep things interesting. For a year and a half, I did the same work day after day at a bookstore, had the same interactions with customers and co-workers all the time, and when people would ask me what was new, I would say, nothing much, same old, same old. And I said it defeated, knowing that nothing was happening to me, and now stuff is, and maybe it's not good stuff, but it is stuff that is new, that reveals different things to me, and I am happier than I have been in the longest time. If you saw me, you would know this, you would see it.

For those of you that live in New York and are going to be free this Saturday, Queer Fist is going to be protesting outside a hoity-toity HRC benefit. What follows after the cut is the action alert, forward it to anyone that might be interested. Ignore the fact that whoever wrote this, used the phrase avant-garde nonironically. Come out and let me tell you stories, tell me some.

While the Human Rights Campaign serves $350 plates of food at their Tri-State Federal Club fundraiser at the Waldorf Astoria, Saturday February 5th, 2005, QueerFist will be hosting a free alternative dinner to any passersby or HRC donors outside of the hotel. The funds raised by HRC at the extravagant event will help carry the organization through another year of suppressive policy and selective rights campaigning. QueerFist will be present to ensure that privileged, conservative lobby campaigns do not dominate the queer voice or queer representation.

While many members of the queer community are concerned with finding basic healthcare services, the Human Rights Campaign is more concerned that the members of the gay middle class have the “right” to exchange state sanctioned vows. Blinded by the right, the HRC has failed to consistently represent the needs of the queer community, as made obvious by the Tri-State Federal Club’s Corporate Equality Award, to be presented to none other than Pfizer Pharmaceuticals at their gala. In December 2004, the group announced its willingness to support President Bush’s social security privatization in exchange for benefits for same-sex couples.

Join us February 5th at 5:00pm at the Waldorf Astoria as queers and allies to show the solidarity of the communities that the Human Rights Campaign lobby ignores and sells out. Besides our free, vegan dinner, you can participate in our avant-garde street performance by toasting the HRC and their assimilationist agenda with our Human Rights Champagne, or take our QueerFist Pop Quiz to see how well-versed you are on HRC’s questionable policies. The dress is “festive to black-tie,” so come costumed.

The Waldorf Astoria Hotel is located at 301 Park Avenue. Meet at the Lexington Avenue entrance between 48th and 49th Streets. Take the 4,5,6,7,S trains to 42nd St. Grand Central Station or E,V,6 trains to 51st St.

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