Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
I had 2 one-man shows in the late ‘80’s/early ’90’s. The first was at “The One Way”, a leather bar in Silverlake. The show was called “Recycled Erotica”. All the pieces were done on the back or front of Xeroxes or disassembled gesso’d grocery bags. It was a living show, in that every time I sold a piece, I’d paint or draw another and put it in the blank wall space. The show lasted all summer of ’89, until the bar owner lost his liquor license.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Yet I was still closeted at work. I didn’t pretend to be straight; I was just silent, which was ironic, since ACT UP’s main catchphrase was “Silence Equals Death”. I came out as gay to only 3 people on the job during this period, timidly testing the waters.
I came out officially on the Monday morning after The 1988 March On Sacramento. I was working at D.I.C. again, on “ALF” and “Alftails”. While we were settling in at our desks, a fellow artist asked me what I had done that weekend.
I thought, “When am I going to start being honest if not now?” So I told him. He asked, “Why did you do that?” “Because I’m Gay”, I replied to him and the six or seven other artists within earshot.
My career didn’t end. I wasn’t fired or ostracized.However, I discovered the weird thing about coming out is that it never ends. I’d assumed that once I did it the first time that I’d never have to do it again. However, I seem to have to wrestle with it every time I meet someone or find myself in a new situation. Now I deal with it by referring to my “spouse” when I talk about my life. If people make gender assumptions, I politely correct them.
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