Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Activists Plant Rainbow on Federal Property, Direct Action Gets the Goods

This writer, Michael Petrelis, and Steven Love Menendez at the Stonewall National Monument Christopher Park NYC.  




 A few days after the National Coming Out day event to hang the rainbow flag on the Stonewall National Monument, I was tagged in a message from the organizer Michael Petrelis. 

Michael Petrelis
There is no dispute that the land inside the wrought iron fence at the Stone-wall National Monument is federal property.

That is why I want to plant a rainbow flag inside Christopher Park this Tuesday, October 17th at 12 noon, so can say a Gay Pride Flag is on federal land.

I totally love our flag flying on the NYC owned flagpole, but I've been on a crusade since June to fly the rainbow colors at the actual and unequivocal national monument.
My hope is that Tuesday's action begins the debate about a more permanent and small rainbow is blowing in the wind 24/7 at Stone-wall.
We deserve this privilege, regardless of flag size and taking into account neighborhood and preservationists concern.
Will you join me on Tuesday and help plant a rainbow flag or two in Christopher Park? At the event we can discuss how not allow the Fake President to deny us access to OUR sacred ground.
See you on October 17th at noon?

Arriving at Sheridan Square on the corner of Christopher Street and 7th Avenue South, Petrelis and Steven Love Menendez, a New York photographer, were hoisting Mendez's rainbow flag inside the park itself.  There would be no mistaking that the flag was inside the park now. 

Federal property is for us too, explained Petrelis. 
Its been fifty years. Its time, continued Menendez. 
The National Parks Department actually paid for the park that is hanging over there, noted Petrelis, pointing to the flag that the feds say is actually 18- inches away from federal property hanging just outside the park that the Obama Administration designated as a National Monument.
I flew out from San Francisco for the occasion, continued Petrelis, referring to the previous week's ceremony in which  thanks to the efforts of activists, such as himself, the flag was to claim a permanent home. This historic event was to mark the first time that the LGBT flag waves over federally-funded land, under the permanent stewardship of the National Park Service.
Stonewall National Monument is located in Christopher Street Park in New York’s Greenwich Village.  

The National Parks Service initially supportive of the move. But then thing things got weird. A few days before the ceremony on National Coming Out Day, October 11th, the feds pointed out that the flag pole the flag was flying on was actually  18-inches away, and not technically federal land. They were backtracking. 

In response, Petrelis and friends would hang the flag inside the park itself in a gesture of direct action.

When he gets back to San Francisco, Petrelis plans to put in application to have a rainbow flag fly officially inside the park.

The flag Petrelis and Menendez hung inside the Christopher Street Park is a subject of a bit of history itself. Menendez brought it Zuccitti Park throughout to Occupy movement of six years prior.   And it brought people together.  You would see it naked bike rides, rallies and actions all over the city It brought the hippies and the the pot smokers and the queer Occupy kids together, noted Menendez.

Even the activists with Voices for Chechnya, speaking out about human rights abuses and torture of gay people in Chechnya, carried the flag at their march last Saturday.  

It is a symbol for freedom around the world.  And it deserves a fly permanently. 

Just below the flag a plaque with the following inscription. 

"This park is kept living in fond remembrance of those whom we have loved long since, and lost awhile."

It certainly is. 
















Petrelis making his case.
  
After the action, Steven Love Menendez wrote:
Today was GLORIOUS!
After finding out the Rainbow flag raised earlier on the flag pole just outside The Stonewall National Monument park is supposedly not on the actual Stonewall National Monument, Michael Petrelis was able to get permission from the National Monument parks department to allow us to erect a Rainbow flag in the park and leave it there until a permanent flag fixture is installed! Michael asked if we could use my Rainbow flag and I said YES! I am so honored that the actual flag and pole that has been with me at hundred of protests rallies and marches is now installed at the Stonewall National Monument!
Instantly after it was erected folks visiting the park and tours going thru started taking photos with the flag. It's been almost 50 years since the Stonewall Riots its about time a Rainbow flag has been erected to honor the history of these sacred grounds and all the progress made in the LGBTQ movement!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Monday, October 16, 2017

On “indiscriminate promiscuity as an act of revolution": RIP Charles Shively





"The Charles Shively Collection
Charles "Charley" Shively, born in 1937, is a gay activist known for his 1977 Boston Pride keynote where he burned several documents, including his Harvard degree and pages from the Bible. He was founder of Fag Rag, a scholar of gay history, and a poet. The collection contains a variety of printed media including newspaper articles, (original and photocopied,) poetry magazines, serials, books, personal correspondence, and speeches.
View digitized materials."

I always liked Charles Shively.  I met him only once at the Gay Community News Thirtieth Anniversary get together in NY.  By that time, he was a little elder man.  He went to Harvard with my dad in the 1950's, born the same year of 1937.   His 1971 essay "Cocksucking as an Act of Revolution" in Fag Rag, a Boston based 1970's gay newspaper, set the standard for radical early gay liberation treatises, challenging core elements of the social structure to suggest queer liberation was about sex and pleasure, not marriage, militarism, and tax cuts. His 1974 essay, “indiscriminate promiscuity as an act of revolution" only continued the trend.  Along the way, narratives of queer life moved away from story lines dependent on shame and pathology toward a space where queer community building embraced all its colorful possibilities. Doing so, he challenged a cultural prudery.

"I believe there is an implicit  denigration of sexuality and of the body.  Our bodies are real, they are not some social theory..."

He argued this embodied experience was worth considering.

 "Obviously there is decadence in faggotland.  But I say that decadence comes not from our bodies or our sexual practices; decadence comes from accepting the straight white-man values.  Believing that we are sick, inferior, cursed, bad, spoiled, wrong, wretched; believing "they" are always right; wanting to be them, not wanting to be ourselves.  It is so easy to wander from sensation - to go away from what we feel into what they want us to feel, believe, think and experience.  Maybe, I'd do better to say "Revolutionary Sensuality"  is intended to be a revolutionary perspective for ourselves - from antithsis to bougeois decadence.  But i prefer to talk of "Cocksucking as an act of revolution."  ... Because our sexuality is not only strange, but dangerous and lethal, to the existing powers...."

"As Shively’s life shows, gay liberation often sidestepped concerns about state-sanctioned rights; in fact, Shively and many others of his generation fundamentally rejected the pillars of American society—religion, capitalism, and the family," wrote Jim Downs.  "The popular political 1970s liberation slogan sums it up best: 'Two, four, six, eight, smash the church, smash the state.'... [H]e believed if the function of sex is for pleasure, why be limited by a practice designed for reproduction....Charley Shively reveals a history of gay liberation that does not fit into a standard narrative of political protest in which activists stand outside municipal, state, and federal buildings demanding legal recognition. He turned the other way. He saw how the family, religion, and capitalism harmed gay people, and he raised issues that mattered to his community. His prolific writings reveal how LGBTQ people grappled with the meaning of sex and considered its implication long before the outbreak of HIV cast a critical gaze on their sex lives."

My friend Michael Bronski wrote the best obituary for him. 


Charles Shively 1937- 2017
Charley Shively, one of the pivotal figures in the Gay Liberation Movement, died Friday, October 6th at the Cambridge Rehabilitation and Nursing Home, in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He had been a resident since June of 2011, suffering from Alzheimer’s. He would have been 80 on December 8th 2017.
At the 1977 Boston Gay Pride march, Shively became infamous for his burning of the Bible – as well as his insurance policy, Harvard diploma, and teaching contract – as a protest against oppressive institutions. This act of incendiary and effective political theater – it nearly caused a riot – later obscured his work as an organizer, scholar, poet, and publisher.
Born in poverty in Gobbler’s Knob, Ohio in 1937, Shively excelled in high school and entered Harvard College in 1955. After being granted a Masters in History at the University of Wisconsin in 1959, he entered the Ph.D. program in History at Harvard. During this time he worked at Boston State College where he was active in New University Congress, anti-war working groups in the American Historical Association, and other anti-Vietnam war activities. His graduation from Harvard in June of 1969 coincided with the Stonewall Riots; that summer Shively began what was to be his life’s work: Gay Liberation. His vision of Gay Liberation was deeply, and uniquely, inflected by his study of, and belief, in anarchism. After helping form Gay Men’s Liberation in Boston he worked on the first issue of Lavender Vision, a 1970 co-gendered Gay Liberation newspaper, and a year later helped form the Fag Rag collective, which published the first national post-Stonewall gay political journal.
In Fag Rag Shively published a series of twelve essays, beginning with “Cocksucking as an Act of Revolution” that became foundational to post-Stonewall gay male political theorizing. Written in a conversational tone with a mixture of personal confession, everyday anecdote, Karl Marx, Herbert Marcuse, Mikhail Bakunin, Kate Millett and Shulamith Firestone, these influential pieces became canonical. During the next decade the ever-changing “Fag Rag” collective was held together by Shively’s presence and persistence. He was also responsible for founding Fag Rag Books, the Good Gay Poets collective and Press (which published noted poets such as John Wieners and Ruth Weiss), and Boston Gay Review, a journal of cultural criticism.
Along with his political essays Shively’s academic work included the six volume edited Collected Works of Lysander Spooner (1971) – a nineteenth century social anarchist – and A History of the Conception of Death in America, 1650-1860, his doctoral dissertation (1987.)  His groundbreaking research on Walt Whitman resulted in two books – Calamus Lovers: Walt Whitman's Working Class Camerados (1987) and Drum Beats: Walt Whitman's Civil War Boy Lovers (1989) – which he viewed as an expression of political commitment as well as academic research. A lifelong poet – he first published poems in high school – Shively wrote at least one poem a day. His Nuestra SeΓ±ora de los Dolores: the San Francisco Experience was published in 1975. He was active in the Boston poetry scene, particularly Stone Soup Poets. Shively understood himself primarily as a poet – his poems were spare, imagist, almost religious – a word he would have rejected – and mystical in their intensity. He leaves three finished poetry manuscripts.
During the 1970s and 1980s he was involved in numerous LGBT organizations, was a founding member of Gay and Lesbian Advocates and Defenders, and along with Fag Rag, wrote frequently for Gay Community News, Gay Sunshine, The Guide, and poetry journals. Almost always dressed in overalls, and speaking in his slow, southern Ohio drawl – an inflection he often used for ironic effect as he made his arguments – he was a ubiquitous figure at political meetings and rallies. During this time, he taught full time, traveled to Kenya, Ecuador, and Vietnam on three Fulbrights, and was hired as a tenured professor at University of Massachusetts - Boston in the American Studies Program, after Boston State closed in 1982.    
Shively’s partner beginning in 1964, Gordon Copeland, died in 1994, the year Shively was diagnosed with HIV. He retired from University of Massachusetts in 2001 and began exhibiting signs of Alzheimer’s a few years later. During this time he traveled to Paris to do research on homosexuality and the French Revolution.  
Charley Shively’s legacy is in his writings, and also in the example of his insistent refusal – always with humor – to follow the rules, and often not even to acknowledge them.
Michael Bronski




“Drawing of a man,” Documented | Digital Collections of The History Project, accessed October 16, 2017, http://historyproject.omeka.net/items/show/375.

Honk NYC for Our City of Friends








There are moments when the entire city feels alive, full of emotions, changing seasons, and people making their way through the streets, parks, and other spaces.  The last time most of us were really happy was a year ago the last weekend in October before the election meltdown.  

But its hard not to be happy when marching bands are playing.  And it felt like that this week as the HONK NYC festival filled the streets of New York with bands from Harlem to Downtown Brooklyn, Staten Island to the Lower East Side of Manhattan.  Bands seemed to be everywhere, bringing a little Brazil and NOLA to our ever crumbling, evolving, and recreating city. 

I took in three events, the opening night at The City Reliquary, Saturday at Rubulad's brasstastic blowout, and Sunday in the East Village with the parade through the Community Gardens. 

Standing at City Reliquary, a quirky museum in Brooklyn, Roger Manning and I chatted about music and clarinet music.  I told him about Aaron Copland's concerto.  He told me about Doreen's Jazz A Closer Walk with Thee.

There is a melancholy to the sound which takes us somewhere really special.

I call that lonely noted Roger.

Sarah Valentine, one of the prime organizers of HONK, and I talked with our friends from the
The L Train Brass Band, a new band in town.  We compared notes about our favorite bands. Their toxic polka is alive and intriguing.

These bands would meander from Downtown Brooklyn to Washington Square, and about the city, special moments all week long.
Marching with the bands through the fall days, it felt like some of the majestic ghosts of the old city came out to play, reminding us, the spirits are still alive roaming through our streets, between gardens and bodies, with music everywhere. The East Village gardens seemed to welcome us, reminding us where we've been, what its meant, and will mean, dancing in wonderment with the earth, the creatures, friends and village people together through the majestic fall afternoon.  Our marching cavalcade paid homage to Charas El Bohio, the activism and feeling of still being alive, zigging, and zagging off to Avenue A.

Join us, i smiled at a woman with her child.

My daughter was her age when i first started bringing her to these.  Now she's 14.

Virginia and I talked about writing and bands.

Last year it was the dancing bodies   This year, it was the conversations with my friends, seeing my tribe shaking and sharing, just glad being together, seeing each other, chatting about music and politics and kids, life changing, time passing, night after night.  We are all a little older, but the feeling is still there, between the heartache of the world and the joy of being alive in our beloved city of friends together.  Austin and I toasted a beer for our small bit of time together, love among the ruins.

Saturday, there was a moment after  Damas de Ferro (from Brazil!) finished playing and  Nation Beat continued the Latin vibe, when a few of us held hands, lifting our arms to the sky.  We formed circles around the dancers, leaning on each other, lunging up and down, in and out of the crowd. Its scary out there. But for a weekend, we all held onto each other, people from all over the world, sharing our passions, hopes, aspirations, dancing to sweet music through the night.

Thanks to the bands, organizers, and our city of friends for helping us come together.











































































































So much feeling. Thank you Honk!



Procession from La Plaza Cultural Community Garden to DROM - Honk NYC, in association with More Gardens! comes to the East Village with Honk for More Gardens! Street parade to celebrate & raise awareness of community gardens. (Photo and caption  by Erik McGregor) — with Virginia Vitzthum, Benjamin Heim Shepard, Yana Landowne, Elissa Jiji and Aresh Javadi at La Plaza Cultural Community Garden.