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Struggling with meaning

I wrote yesterday about why I believe storytelling shouldn’t be preaching. I’ve also written about how author’s values inform stories, usually not in the ways you think.

Sometimes stories come about because the author is trying to figure something out. We write the tale hoping to find that answer. I wrote a story set in my Trickster universe that was one of those. I’d had the bare bones of the conflict in my head for a long time, a kind of just-so story to answer a question about how one of the characters got into a particular vocation. But while I had an opening problem, I didn’t know how it ended, so it sat in my big list of story ideas on the hard disk for a couple of years.

Completely unrelated, I had been struggling for a long time to understand a particular zen koan. And it occurred to me, one day, that this character’s struggle might be something like the koan.

The next thing I knew, I was writing a story… And what came out was something called “The Luminous Pearl, or the Second Tail of Sora.”

Go give it a read, and tell me what you think.

Storytelling should not be preaching

Brandon Ambrosino, writing for Vox, asks, “Why are Christian movies so painfully bad?” He’s writing specifically about the recently released movie, “Old Fashioned,” though he mentions a few other recent examples. The full article is worth a read, but I want to focus on a couple of points:

As Daniel Siedell, Art Historian in Residence at The King’s College in New York City, notes, “For [Evangelical Christians], culture is a tool, a more effective way of getting at political realities, or winning the battle of ideas in the public arena.”

Siedell uses the following analogy with his students to explain what he means.

Imagine a gorgeously wrapped gift sitting under a beautifully decorated Christmas tree. The presentation of the package, while pretty, is nowhere near as valuable as what’s inside.

Now, he says, extend that idea to Christian art. The artistic qualities of a work become the unnecessary wrapping paper. As such, it doesn’t really matter how good or bad they are.

That’s why it doesn’t matter that Old Fashioned is often very boring. It doesn’t matter that the script bursts at the seams with overwrought dialogue, or that the actors (outside of lead actress Elizabeth Roberts) offer phoned-in performances.

Ambrosino eventually disagrees with this point, but I don’t think he does so as vehemently as he should. Quality is not just the packaging. Quality is an inherent property of the entire work of art. When you think you can make a work of art and treat the artistic qualities of the work as superfluous, you are not making art. Period. I understand the mind set of the evangelicals, believe me! I was raised in that sub-culture, and once people noticed I had what they considered Talent, everything I wrote and did was evaluated through that lens of whether they felt it was proclaiming the message of Christ.

I tried to make one of Ambrosino’s points at the time: if the quality of what we produce is a turn-off, it doesn’t matter how important the message is. People will never listen to your message if they are bored by your story/movie/what have you. But it always fell on deaf ears.

Part of the problem with both my argument then and Ambrosino’s now is that we’re conceding something that we know is wrong. In order to try to make the argument that they should try to be better at making art in order to get their message across, we are buying into the fallacy that art is merely a means to deliver a message. It’s their argument:

Brian Godawa, Christian screenwriter, thinks it’s important to note that Christian films aren’t the only ones that are explicitly preachy. All films, says Godawa, “have messages to some degree or another, and writers and directors know full well they’re embodying those messages in their storytelling.”

I’ve written before that it is impossible to create art that is true to yourself without your values informing the work. That’s not the same thing as a message. I know that I’m a big believer in hope, so my stories, even when I write things I considered very dark, always have some hint of a glimmer of hope. But that isn’t the same as a message. I don’t write a story because I wish it will make other people feel the same way about hope as I do. I write stories because the stories want to be told. My own perspective will always be to look for that glimmer of hope, so I see the stories that way.

But each reader will have his or her own perspective, as well. And even though I am the storyteller, it’s their story, too. Their interpretation of what the story means (to them) is just as valid as mine.

And while I often have very strong opinions about the stories, art, and music I love; I understand that they are my opinions. I may think that your opinion about that particular piece of art is utterly wrong, but I will defend your right to express it. I may debate you about it, but I expect you to argue back.

That’s the difference between trying to send a message and letting your belief inform your artistic endeavors. I don’t consider it a failure if a reader doesn’t agree with me at the end. I don’t even consider it a failure if some readers don’t like the story at all. I especially don’t consider it a failure if a reader feels compelled to tell me just how much they hated one of the characters, or that they are angry at me about how the story ended.

Because in order to hate a character, you have to believe in the character. In order to be angry about how the story ended, you have to become invested in how it ends.

Don’t get me wrong, I love hearing from readers who tell me they liked something, or that they found a particular character adorable. Someone told me that recently about a pair of characters in one of my stories, and I just about died from pure happiness. But you know what? A few years ago when one reader wrote to tell me, in regards to a particularly ruthless character I had written about, “I don’t trust him at all!” and others wrote to tell me how much they loved the same character, I just about died from glee.

The people who are delivering messages want one and only one reaction to their story. You must agree with them. If you don’t agree with them, you have failed to learn the lesson they are so desperate to teach you.

And that’s completely backwards from how it ought to me.

That’s not the name of the holiday

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I’ve written before about the fact that President’s Day is a myth, the official name of the holiday is Washington’s Birthday Observance. Click the link to read about the history of the holiday, the few states that do observe a holiday called President’s Day (though some observe it in completely different months), and so on. Today, I want to talk a little bit about why there has never been a Federal holiday honoring Lincoln’s birthday, and how that contributes to people thinking that today’s holiday is about anyone other than Washington… Continue reading That’s not the name of the holiday

The War on Valentine’s Day

6280665297_ebed2a645aParticularly in the online world, February 14th is a terrible mine field. You can’t go online without running into angry rants and bitter commentary about those of us who are happy on this day. If you make the mistake of actually admitting that you are happy and wish other people a happy day, someone’s feelings will be hurt. If you try to avoid the topic altogether, someone will ask you why you’re not waxing eloquent about your husband/boyfriend (or wife/girlfriend or whatever significant others you normally talk about). When I avoided saying anything anywhere online at all one year on February 14, I got an angry message accusing me of being too busy celebrating with my boyfriend to even spare a moment to help some of my single friends feel less unloved.

How can you possibly answer that?

Not that I don’t understand where all these mixed feelings come from. I do. I haven’t always been in a relationship. I got so used to being in the emotional space of being single and not terribly happy about it, that it’s still something of a shock to me every morning to wake up and discover I’m not alone. Even after seventeen wonderful years with Michael. So, yes, I understand what it’s like to be single.

I know what it felt like seeing people happily paired off when I wasn’t. I knew the pain of being completely smitten with someone who was in love with one of my best friends. I knew the double-pain of having a crush on a guy and not being able to share my misery with anyone else or seek sympathy from anyone because not even my closest friends knew I wasn’t straight. So I understand, really, I do, why just seeing Michael and I together being happy can cause someone else heartache.

There were times I felt that heartache. There were times I said something to one of my friends that might have made them feel guilty for being in a relationship. There were times I lashed out, making a snide remark to make them hurt as much as I did. So I understand where the negative comments come from.

I’ve had the incredible luck (and luck does have more than a little bit to do with it) of falling madly and deeply in love with someone who loved me back. When you find that kind of relationship it’s impossible to keep it to yourself. You want people to know what a great person your significant other is. You want to share the joy with your family and friends. Even when you’re a gay man living in a very homophobic society, it’s very difficult to be in love and keep it a secret. So I understand why people want to talk about their relationship with other people they care about.

I don’t need the calendar to remind me to tell Michael I love him. I don’t need a holiday to give me an excuse to buy him presents. More than once we’ve celebrated Valentine’s Day by just taking an exhausted nap together. I don’t think we have ever remembered to make reservations for a dinner at a restaurant on the big day. Michael scolds me for buying flowers on the day because prices are always jacked up. Just a few days ago I asked him if he wanted his Valentine’s gift then (since it had arrived that day), or wanted me to wait until the actual day.

I don’t believe in the so-called coupled ideal. I don’t believe that there is one and only one soulmate out there for everyone. I don’t believe that no one is capable of loving more than one person at a time. And I don’t believe that everyone would be happiest if they were in a relationship with their “one true love.”

But I refuse to feel guilty for being in love. When I was single and made other people feel guilty, their guilt didn’t alleviate my loneliness by one iota. When I lashed out and hurt their feelings, it didn’t get me one step closer to happiness. All that happened was they were hurt, and I wallowed in self-pity.

So, it’s Valentine’s Day. The eve of the Ides of February, which was the beginning of an ancient Roman celebration of fertility and purity (hard for some people to believe those go together). Some parts of the Roman festival were rather shocking to the prudish sensibilities of the early Catholic church, which is probably the reason that a pope declared Feb. 14 the Feast of St. Valentine in 498 AD. The oldest surviving Valentine Greeting (a love letter which specifically mentions St. Valentine’s Day as a day to celebrate one’s love) is a letter written by the Duke of Orleans to his wife in 1415, while she was imprisoned in the Tower of London (take that, everyone who claims the holiday was invented by greeting card companies; in fact it was the other way around).

For the last several years, the biggest celebration we’ve done on Valentine’s Day is meeting up with a bunch of friends to celebrate our friend Jared’s birthday. It’s an evening of laughter and love with a diverse group—some single, some not. The important thing is that we’re together and not mired in bitterness nor guilt.

Friday Links (Lovers gonna love edition)

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It’s the second Friday in February, not to mention the day before Valentine’s Day as well as the birthday of my good friend, Jared.

Anyway, here is a collection of news and other things that I ran across over the course of the week which struck me as worthy of being shared:

Recovering The Doves Type: In 1916, the Doves Type was seemingly lost forever after it was thrown into the River Thames.

Some more details here: STOP PRESS! ORIGINAL METAL DOVES TYPE SALVAGED FROM THE THAMES, NOVEMBER 2014. READ MORE HERE.

Sea Slug Uses Gene from Algae to Live Like a Plant.

For gifted children, being intelligent can have dark implications.

Samsung Is Doing a Great Job Showing Us How Terrible Smart TVs Can Be.

Study: ‘SO THE OPPOSITE OF ADDICTION IS NOT SOBRIETY. IT IS HUMAN CONNECTION.’

THE RISE—YES, RISE—OF RADIOSHACK.

Typeface Mechanics: 001.

No Big Bang? Quantum equation predicts universe has no beginning.

Just What Are Those White Spots On Ceres?

Forgotten Moon Camera Found Tucked Away in Neil Armstrong’s Closet.

Holy Shit, I Interviewed the President: Bethany Mota, Glozell Green, and I got an opportunity that a lot of people don’t think we deserved. “There is nothing actually legitimate about Fox News (or MSNBC for that matter) and young people know this.”

#QuestionsForMen shows guys what sexism is.

Police: Family plots to teach child a lesson with fake kidnapping.

MLK’s Mother Was Assassinated, Too: The Forgotten Women Of Black History Month.

Utah Puts Science Standards On Hold, Demands More Local Control Of Reality.

It’s Time To Face The Truth That Republicans Are Traitors.

When America behaved like ISIS: Jesse Washington and the Bible Belt’s dark history of public lynchings.

Same-Sex Marriages Proceed in Parts of Alabama, Amid Judicial Chaos.

ALABAMA MAN EMBROILED IN LAWSUIT AGAINST MOTHER-IN-LAW NOW LISTED AS SPOUSE ON DECEASED HUSBAND’S DEATH CERTIFICATE.

ANTI-GAY BIGOTS SAY FIGHT TO REPEAL LGBT PROTECTIONS IN HOUSTON IS ‘DAVID VS. GOLIATH’ BATTLE.

A Culture of Violent Entitlement, and the Culture of Silence Surrounding It.

No, Ken Ham, Atheists Are Not Spreading Misinformation About Your Noah’s Ark Theme Park.

“I Don’t Know What You Mean by ‘Healing’ ” A new documentary shows that the loss of Matthew Shepard will be with his family and friends forever.

Alabama Loses Yet Another Fight to Remain in Eighteenth Century.

Why Race Is Dominating Discussion Among LGBT Activists.

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Homophobic slurs written on woman’s body in Tacoma hate crime attack.

Montana GOP Legislator Wants to Ban Yoga Pants.

The gay version of Sports Illustrated’s Swimsuit Issue.

Christian schools scapegoat LGBT youth and it’s time it stops.

Significant Ruling Against Conversion Therapy. ‘it “is a misrepresentation in violation of [New Jersey’s Consumer Fraud Act], in advertising or selling conversion therapy services, to describe homosexuality, not as being a normal variation of human sexuality, but as being a mental illness, disease, disorder, or equivalent…”‘

Jeffress: Gay Marriage Sign of the Last Days.

Mississippi KKK ‘salutes’ Alabama chief justice Roy Moore for gay marriage stance.

Federal Judge Orders Mobile County Official To Stop Denying Same-Sex Marriage Licenses.

I wrote about my Four Childhood Crushes.

And I remember… lots of things about my wonderful husband.

Rabbi Responds To Huckabee’s Ridiculous ‘Bacon Wrapped Shrimp’ Comments .

The Daily Show Tackles Gay Rights in Kansas and Alabama: ‘There’s No Place Like Homophobia’.

Sergei Polunin’s (“ballet’s bad boy”) improvised dance to “Take Me To Church” by Hozier:

Sergei Polunin, "Take Me to Church" by Hozier, Directed by David LaChapelle from David LaChapelle Studio on Vimeo.

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Hot Chip – Huarache Lights (Official Video):

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Chris Cuomo Battles Alabama Chief Justice Roy Moore in Epic 25 Minute Interview on Gay Marriage:

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Madonna – LFL:

Madonna – LFL from Benjamina Falcon on Vimeo.

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Kiesza – Take Me To Church (Hozier Cover):

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I remember…

Gene and Michael standing in a living room.
Picture taken at my Aunt Silly’s house circa 1999.
I don’t remember the exact moment I fell in love with Michael.

I remember meeting him, at the Northwest Science Fiction Convention, in 1996. I remember meeting him at a room party I was co-hosting. He tells me we actually met the day before, at a panel discussion. I do remember discussing the cute, shy guy from Missouri with Ray after the party. I remember meeting him again, a year later, at NorWesCon. I remember him showing up for a Red Dwarf Marathon Party Ray and I hosted a couple months later, and because by the time the party ended there were no more buses going back to Tacoma, he crashed at our place and we drove him home the next day. By that point, he and Ray had bonded like they had known each other for years. So we started seeing him a lot more often.

When Ray died suddenly (only days after the doctors had given a cautiously optimistic report on how the second round of chemo had gone), Michael was one of many friends who kept me from falling completely to pieces in the aftermath… Continue reading I remember…

Get them to the church on time

AlaMarriageThe New Yorker calls it “The Moment for Marriage in Alabama,” while the Religion News Service says, “[the] Handwriting [is] on the wall for gay marriage.”

And they’re both right, at least in the big picture sense. Though we must remember the proverbial warning about counting chicks before they’re hatched. It is clear which way the arc of history is going, but Alabama shows us yet another example of how smooth sailing isn’t in the immediate future—even though In 17 Words, Justice Clarence Thomas All But Declared Marriage Equality Inevitable.

Lots of people have drawn a parallel between the Alabama Chief Justice’s declaration that state officials don’t have to follow the federal court orders about marriage equality to George Wallace’s refusal to let schools integrate racially back in the 1950s. Enough people have drawn that parallel that now op-Ed prices are being written to claim that it isn’t merely “Alabama being Alabama.” According to those pundits, this is somehow not merely prejudice but a manifestation of a deeper-seeded conflict between local and state control versus federal control.

The only way you can make such a ridiculous argument is to be completely ignorant of the history of the struggle for racial equality. Because the argument that it wasn’t prejudice but rather a states’ right claim is exactly what Governor Wallace and the other opponents of segregation and the civil rights movement claimed at the time.

Alabama isn’t the only state where officials are fighting tooth-and-nail against equality for gay people, so in that sense it isn’t just Alabama being Alabama—but it is most definitely bigots being bigoted. If the opponents of LGBT rights were merely (and really) concerned with local control, they wouldn’t (at the same time as they’re making these states’ rights arguments) also be passing state laws to overturn individual cities’ gay rights ordinances.

So, the haters are gonna hate. They’re going to lie and defy. They’ll impede and interfere. But in the end they’re going to lose. Justice will triumph. Equality with reign. Love will prevail.

So, get those lesbian and gay couples to a church, chapel, or courthouse, and let love win the day! And then, let’s dance!

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Four Childhood Crushes

Clockwise from upper left: Race Bannon, James West, Mowgli, Major Don West.
Clockwise from upper left: Race Bannon, James West, Major Don West, Mowgli.
Last week lots of people were sharing lists and sets of pictures of their childhood crushes with the hashtag #4childhoodcrushes. I was thinking this might be too late for me to come to the party, except that when I did a google search on it, I found a big cluster around the tag dated in 2010. One thing that was a bit disconcerting was how many of the people I follow on social media were posting pictures of TV and movie characters that didn’t come into existence until I was in my 20s or later. Clearly I’m the old, old man of several online social circles. Continue reading Four Childhood Crushes

Sunday Funnies, part 10

Another in my series of posts recommending web comics that I think more people should read:

Hi, I'm Liz logo.Hi, I’m Liz! isn’t your typical web comic. Rather, its the tumblr of artist Liz Clizmo (among her claims to fame is being a character artist and storyboard revisionist for The Simpsons) who posts a lot of mostly stand-alone strips usually featuring talking animals. She’s collected a few of them into books (a recent collection has my favorite title: Lobster is the Best Medicine). It’s difficult to describe her comics beyond saying they are funny, light, do not require you to follow on-going stories, and are often at least a touch surreal. Go check her tumblr out! If you like her stuff, you can buy her books, and/or pick up prints, t-shirts, mugs, and so forth.

The Junior Science Power Hour by Abby Howard logo.For some really silly, and quite frequently geeky, fun, take a look at The Junior Science Power Hour by Abby Howard. Abby’s journey to creating the crazy strip about science, science nerds, why girls are just as good at being science nerds as boys, and so much more, could be said to begin with a paleontology course she went on a few years ago in which she went on an actual dig in Saskatchewan. The strip is frequently autobiographical, but will definitely appeal to dinosaur nerds, anyone who has ever been enthusiastic about any science topic, and especially to people who has ever felt like a square peg being forced into round holes by society. If you enjoy the Junior Science Power Hour and want to support the artist, you can pick up various gifts at her store.


Some of the comics I’ve previously recommended:

dm100x80I’m a big fan of “Deer Me,” by Sheryl Schopfer. This artist is also a friend. I have previously described this strip as: “Three roommates who couldn’t be more dissimilar while being surprisingly compatible.” Except in a recent story line Thomas has moved out! Eeek! Currently, the strip has traveled back in time to the high school days of one of the aforementioned roommates. In any case, if you enjoy Deer Me, you can support the artist by going to her Patreon Page!

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I’ve long been a fan of: “Mr. Cow,” by Chuck Melville… and not just because the artist is a friend! A clueless cow with Walter Cronkite dreams presides over a barnyard of a newsroom. If you like Mr. Cow, you can support the artist by going to his Patreon Page. Also, can I interest you in a Mr. Cow Mug?

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And I love this impish girl thief with a tail and her reluctant undead sorcerer/bodyguard: “Unsounded,” by Ashley Cope.

The_Young_Protectors_HALF_BANNER_OUTSIDE_234x601The Young Protectors by Alex Wolfson begins when a young, closeted teen-age superhero who has just snuck into a gay bar for the first time is seen exiting said bar by a not-so-young, very experienced, very powerful, super-villain. Trouble, of course, ensues.

3Tripping Over You by Suzana Harcum and Owen White is a strip about a pair of friends in school who just happen to fall in love… which eventually necessitates one of them coming out of the closet. Tripping Over You has several books, comics, and prints available for purchase.

12191040If you want to read a nice, long graphic-novel style story which recently published its conclusion, check-out the not quite accurately named, The Less Than Epic Adventures of T.J. and Amal by E.K. Weaver. I say inaccurate because I found their story quite epic (not to mention engaging, moving, surprising, fulfilling… I could go on). Some sections of the tale are Not Safe For Work, as they say, though she marks them clearly. The complete graphic novels are available for sale in both ebook and paper versions, by the way.

Friday Links (Jonny Quest edition)

Jonny-questJanuary has come and gone. Here we are, at the first Friday in the marvelous month of February. It was a heartbreaking Superbowl, but the possibility of loss is what makes the game exciting. Looking forward to next season!

Anyway, here is a collection of news and other things that I ran across over the course of the week which struck me as worthy of being shared:

Bishop Gene Robinson: Dear Mormons: Thanks But No Thanks.

How the Mormon Church Leaders Punked the Press.

If you were a kid in 1964 and you had a TV, chances are, you wanted to be Jonny Quest.” Over two hours long, but a very well made documentary about how the Jonny Quest series came to be (along the way, explaining how animation, which had been thought to be too expensive for television, was used to make prime time hits). This link is for part 1 of 3.

Jonny Quest Documentary part 2 of 3.

Jonny Quest Documentary part 3 of 3.

How an Internet trolling victim bonded with her worst troll. I love Lindy West…

Mike Huckabee Is Literally a Con Artist.

Have You Ever Tried a $58 Bottle of Beer? We Went to Stout and Did It For You (with Photos).

Harper Lee Promises A New Novel—Or Does She?

Missing transgender teen found; runaway knew about search.

Creationist Ark Museum Suing To Practice Religious Discrimination At Taxpayer Expense.

Civilities: If my husband is pro-LGBT but indulges his Chick-fil-A cravings, is he waffling?

Survivors of 1980s AIDS crisis reveal what happened to them.

The story of the bronze riders that might have been made by Michelangelo.

The Gay Gene Won’t Save Us.

Montana pastor to lawmakers: We discriminate against incest, why not gay people?

Holocaust Memorial Day: The Nazi Bid to Exterminate Gay People.

Nancy Reagan Turned Down Rock Hudson’s Plea For Help Nine Weeks Before He Died.

Bully My Son at Your Own Risk.

Beware Of Mormons Bearing Gifts: Why The LDS Gay Rights `Compromise’ Isn’t Useful.

Mike Huckabee’s Alleged Gay Friend Surfaces On Twitter, Is Hilarious.

HTGAWM star Jack Falahee is over sex and gender binaries thank you very much.

First Stars Younger Than Thought –“May Impact Understanding Dark Components of the Universe”.

Rarely Seen Moonfish, Size of Manhole Cover, Caught on Camera.

Conservatives are such crybabies: Whether Fox News or angry police, exaggerated whining is always the first move.

Atheist Nonconformity: Against the Grain.

Twitter CEO: ‘We Suck at Dealing With Abuse And It’s All My Fault’.

Can a Novel’s Plot be Reduced to Data Points?

California moves to end personal belief exemptions for vaccination–at last.

Runaway hits.

What do you mean, “real” father?

Jonny Quest Opening Titles in Stop Motion:

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Sam Smith – Lay Me Down:

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6 Sick Myths You Thought Were True – Debunked:

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Ian McKellan as Mr. Holmes | In Theaters Summer 2015 | Clip:

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Kelly Clarkson – Heartbeat Song:

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Stephen Fry on God | The Meaning Of Life:

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