Queer alternative music
1. Head on over to your blog, Livejournal, website, Myspace, Twitter, LastFM--anywhere where you're free to post your own content. If you don't have some space like that, I'm assuming you came here in a steam-powered time machine, which is pretty cool. In that case, email me and I'll post your entry.

2. Post a link to this page so people know what you're talking about. We do want to draw attention to awesome independent artists, right? click on the lovely picture from Indochine's Marilyn video at the top of the post and then just click on the bright pink GIVEAWAY!

3. Answer one of these questions:
Which queer artist melts your heart, and why?
What band or musician do you most wish was queer?
If you were to create the ultimate queer 4-piece band, which musicians would you choose? Why?
Which queer artist have you been listening to for the longest? How'd you discover them?
What's the most awesome thing you've ever heard a musician say about his or her sexuality?
What would be on YOUR Pride month mixtape?

(You can answer more than one if you want, but don't feel obligated!)

4. Send a link to your entry to QUEERICS@GMAIL.COM, or leave it in a comment on the blog, if email frightens you. Deadline: June 28th

(I am answering the bolded one; and yes, I feel the need to give explanations behind the songs. And my tape player broke a long time ago so this shall not be a real mixtape)

These were all taken off of my "rainbows" playlist. Yes, I have a rainbows playlist, it has existed for awhile now and it is fairly long.

1. The Origin of Love by Rufus Wainwright
Rufus Wainwright covering a song from Hedwig and the Angry Inch. . . and to add to that I love his cover of the song.

2. Walk on the Wild Side by Lou Reed
I like classics.

3. Gloria by Patti Smith
Frankly, this song is hot. And as I said, I like classics.

4. Rebel Rebel by David Bowie
The best Bowie song in my opinion. And I have been listening to Bowie since I was little (my father is a Bowie fan) so Bowie alway gets a nod from me.

5. Sweet Transvestite from Rocky Horror
The best song from Rocky Horror. It is fun and I have all the lyrics to it memorized. And this is what cemented Frank-N-Furter as a sex symbol in my mind. And I actually have a group of friends with "Rocky Horror Cult" membership cards. . .

6. La Vie Boheme B from RENT
I am a theatre geek and sang this song many a time in art class with a fellow drama geek. I chose part B because it sounds less like it came out of a musical and contains the line "to faggots, lezzies, dykes, crossdressers too."

7. The Rejection by Dangerous Muse
As Chesh put it, this band basically sounds like "the essence of homo." And considering the last song was from a Broadway musical, why try and atypical at this point?

8. She's My Man by The Scissor Sister
The Scissor Sisters are too much fun to leave out.

9. Nancy Boy by Placebo
This song is filthy and messy--I love it. And it happens to be one of the songs that got me hooked on Placebo. And yes, there has to be at least one Placebo song on the list.

10. Michael by Franz Ferdinand
It is along the same lines as Nancy Boy. But it also holds fond pre-teen memories for me. . .

11. Set It Off by Peaches
I am actually a bit torn as to which Peaches song I want to include but I know that the list is incomplete without a Peaches song.

12. Jimmy Dean by Hunter Valentine
This is a fun, hot song. The singer for Hunter Valentine has a ridiculously sexy voice so they had to be somewhere on the list.

13. Rebel Girl by The Bikini Kills
I want to meet the Rebel Girl.

14. If It Isn't Her by Ani DiFranco
I actually adore Ani DiFranco.

15. Best Cock on the Block by Bitch and Animal
This song just makes me giddy. (And then it makes me laugh because it reminds me of the time I borrowed my father's IPod and put my music on it; he took it back, put it on shuffle and went running on a treadmill. By chance this song, "Pictures" by Timo Maas feat. Brian Molko, and "Angry Inch" all managed to play for him. For some reason I found it hilarious when he told me about it afterwards, because really, what are the chances?)

16. Scrooge by Team Smile and Nod
Honestly, I just heard this song for the first time recently but it is wonderful.

17. Marilyn by Indochine
My favourite Indochine song which happens to be accompanied by my favourite Indochine video.

18. When My Boy Walks Down the Street by The Magnetic Fields
A nod to "Queer as Folk," plus a good song.

19. We Oh We by The Hidden Cameras
This song was in the wonderful movie Whole New Thing, which is about a previously home schooled child of hippies developing a crush on his middle school teacher. This song is incredibly adorable and sweet.

20. Rainbowarriors by CocoRosie
This is the first CocoRosie song I heard. And it has a wonderful lullaby sound.

All right, I am done. I think that would all fit on one disk.

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Apparently “The Big Read” assumes that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed.

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them ;)

1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien

3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte tried
4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6. The Bible (have read parts)
7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte (in the midst of reading)
8. 1984 - George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare
15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegge
20. Middlemarch - George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky 
28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34. Emma - Jane Austen
35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50. Atonement - Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52. Dune - Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding
69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson 
75. Ulysses - James Joyce 
76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome 
78. Germinal - Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession - AS Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87. Charlotte's Web - EB White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery (mais en francais)
93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94. Watership Down - Richard Adams tried
95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo


Another old story. I wrote this one four years ago.

    I stood at the bus stop with cool rain droplets running down my body. I wasn’t 

standing at one of those bus stops with the glass shelters. I was standing, 

waiting, next to a blue bus sign on a metal pole sticking out of the ground. I was 

in unfamiliar territory, open to the rain and whatever else wanted to rain down on 

me. The ground was soggy. If I stood there any longer I could see myself sinking 

into the ground. I must have been standing there for an hour. Waiting for a bus 

that I had been told would be coming in twenty minutes. Or had the person said 

the bus had stopped running twenty minutes ago? I didn’t know, I didn’t have a 

watch and every person I had made contact with seemed to be speaking a 

foreign language. 

    I searched the road for an approaching bus and found a grinning lady of 

indefinite age standing beside me. She held up a closed umbrella to me. I looked 

at it questioningly. What was this lady doing carrying around a closed umbrella? 

She pushed the umbrella closer to my face. Her grin widened causing lines to 

spider out of the corners of her eyes and around her mouth. How old was she? 

Despite the lines in her face her skin didn’t hang loosely and she had a youthful 

energy that would over power any effect gravity had on her face. Her hair was 

grey, yet her eyes luminous. I wanted to ask her how old she was but my mother 

had told me several years ago on her birthday never to ask a lady how old she 


    We stood silently in the rain, side by side, until her cool collective manor with 

the rain dripping down her long strands of grey hair started to disturb me. 

    “Don’t you want to stand under the umbrella, out of the rain?” I broke the 


   “The rain has never caused me any real harm,” I was shocked at the sound of 

her voice as she responded. Her voice had a low calming quality that reminded 

me of a lullaby.

   “I’m all wet,” I commented stupidly.


   She looked me up and down, “I hear humans are somewhere around 75% 

water anyway.” 

   She had a steady gaze that bore into me and wouldn’t let me run away, like I 

kept feeling I should. “I guess I’m wet already, so it doesn’t matter that I have an 

umbrella now,” I commented. 

   “No, there is no reason for you not to stop the rain from falling on you,” she 

said knowingly. 

“How old are you?” I finally asked, disregarding my mother’s advice. 

   She shrugged, “What age do you want me to be?” 

   It was my turn to shrug, “I don’t know, no age.” She seemed to like that 

answer. She turned her face skyward and let the rain pour down on her. I wanted 

to be her; she looked so joyful. I cautiously closed the umbrella and looked 

skyward to see whatever she saw. The rain felt nice. Or rather my defiance of the 

rain felt nice. I started to spin in circles. As I got dizzier and dizzier, no thought ofstopping ever crossed my mind. I fell. I got back up and continued to spin. I wanted to be just like this. Me, not the umbrella lady. Part of everything yet in 

defiance of whatever everything had been before. 

   I didn’t realize the bus was coming until it had stopped and its doors had 

opened. I hopped on. The lady with no age didn’t follow. 

   “Aren’t you coming?” I asked. Hadn’t she been waiting for this bus? 

    "No,” she shook her head good-naturedly. 

    I smiled, in some way I understood. I sat down in the bus and tried to 

remember what had happened to the umbrella. Every one of the few people on 

the bus reminded me of the lady. Not because of physical characteristics but 

because of a certain air everyone and everything seemed to have just taken on. 



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Blood Driven Dream

I wrote this a few years ago and considering I still can read it I figured I might as well  post it.

The two bodies were huddled close together on the floor. Subdued, sensual, dark rock music travelled through the air. The now heated piece of metal passed from the small unadorned hands of the one occupants of the room to the large, multi-layer polished hands of the other. Dark brown, nearly black, eyes stared into eyes that were even darker. 
One of the large hands slid the sharp edge of the metal down the other hand's arm, next to another slice. Naked lips came to meet the blood at the surface of the skin. As all the blood on the surface was lapped up more blood came to the surface. As the drinker finished they reach for the razor but they did not receive it. The razor had been set aside.
The drinker looked up, long, dark hair falling into their face. "Are we done?"
"Mmhmm..." came the response through messy lips.
"Who let you have a razor anyway?"
"Should they not have?"
"You have black lipstick and blood smeared all over your face."
"I don't think I did when I bought the razor." When they had bought the razor they probably had looked much like they did now. They had had the same black, straight hair that fell just above their shoulders. The same florescent pink streaks in that hair. The same thick ribbon around their neck. The same make-up lined darkest of eyes. The same large hands with layers of nail polish. The arms were most likely covered. The cloths were maybe different, the lipstick unmarred or not even present. The blood: invisible.
This being's counter-part stared evenly at them, waiting to absorb every word that entered the space between them. The counter-part was free of the other's adornments and make-up. Their marks were to be found in other locations.
"Toni," the one with the smeared face used the short form of their counter-part's name, "how did...?" They let their words trail off; they were not truly confused by the current situation; only outside eyes, peering in, would be.