Showing posts with label my coming out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my coming out. Show all posts

Wednesday, 23 June 2021

You started this fire down in my soul



How remiss of me. I neglected to pay tribute to another of our icons who turned 60 years old yesterday - the fantabulosa, fiery, elfin-like Jimmy Somerville!

Catapulted to fame in the midst of the gayer-than-gay pop explosion of the early 1980s in the UK, he (and his fellow angry young gayers in Bronski Beat) eschewed all the headline-grabbing New Romantic flounces or "gender-bending" of fellow pioneers like Steve Strange, Boy George, Marc Almond and their ilk in favour of pertinent anger. Gay rights were the issue of the moment, given the fact that unlike many countries across the world the UK still criminalised homosexuality under the age of 21; notoriously, the band's debut album in 1984 - the year I came out! - was indeed titled Age of Consent and featured on its cover all the differing rules that countries across the world applied to gay sex in law.

As I said way back in 2008:

I adored them, and especially Jimmy - small, not particularly attractive, but spunky in every sense of the word - as their rise to fame, and in particular the supremely brilliant Smalltown Boy coincided quite neatly with my own coming out. I was indeed "pushed around, kicked around, always the lonely boy..." I was "the one that they'd talk about around town, when they put you down..."

The follow-up single from Age of Consent was, if anything, even more powerful:

His split from the Bronskis gave birth to another classic era for Jimmy - no less angry, but (remarkably) even more commercially successful - with The Communards. Here's just two faves from their extensive catalogue:

Oh, how we danced to that one! Jimmy, despite the demise of band #2, remained (and remains) a force to be reckoned with. His falsetto voice is unique and unmistakeable - and he has chalked up a string of notable choons ever since - including these:

James William "Jimmy" Somerville (born 22nd June 1961), we love you!

[Indeed, a highlight of my life was when we saw him live, back in 2015]

Tuesday, 4 June 2019

So why don't you use it? Try not to bruise it



It's the start of "Pride Month" worldwide, and there's a flurry of milestones to be celebrated - not least the fact it is fifty years since the infamous Stonewall Riots in New York; it's also 50 years since the Campaign for Homosexual Equality (CHE) was founded in the UK, the 45th birthday of Gay Switchboard, and the 30th of the UK's Stonewall campaigning and lobbying organisation.

Also, fittingly, for today's "timeslip moment" we've been transported down to a year that has significant meaning to me - 1984, the year I came out. A milestone, indeed...

It's also the year of Torvill and Dean's "perfect ten", the IRA's attempted assassination of Maggie Thatcher and her government in the Brighton hotel bombing, the Bhopal disaster, the Bishop of Durham, Thomas the Tank Engine, the murder of WPC Yvonne Fletcher and the siege of the Libyan Embassy, Footloose, the miners' strike and Arthur Scargill, Diggi-Loo Diggi-Ley, Zola Budd, Robert Maxwell's takeover of The Mirror, the Michael Buerk BBC report on the famine in Ethiopia, Ghost Busters, the US crack cocaine "epidemic", Hezbollah, Hilda Murrell, the Tamil Tigers, Terms of Endearment, the Thames Barrier, Like a Virgin, privatisation of British Telecom, Starlight Express, the Sino-British Joint Declaration to transfer Hong Kong to China, Gremlins, Diego Maradona, the assassination of Indira Gandhi, Do They Know It's Christmas? and The Bill; the births of Prince Harry, Mark Zuckerberg, Katy Perry, Calvin Harris, Kelly Osbourne, the Apple Macintosh, Gareth Gates, Scarlett Johansson, Kim Jong-un, Avril Lavigne, Tetris, Burkina Faso and Cirque du Soleil; and the deaths of Marvin Gaye, Tommy Cooper, Ethel Merman, Diana Dors, Richard Burton, Truman Capote, Count Basie, Johnny Weissmuller, James Mason, Arnold Ridley ("Private Godfrey" in Dad's Army), Sir John Betjeman, Leonard Rossiter, Jon-Erik Hexum, the halfpenny and Tit-Bits magazine.

In the news in June '84? British schools faced a shakeup as the O-level and CSE exams were replaced by the GCSE, the Indian government launched a military attack on the Golden Temple of Amritsar, and President Ronald Reagan visited Ireland; in the ascendant (literally) were Richard Branson's Virgin Atlantic Airways (with its maiden flight from Gatwick Airport to Newark), and Bruce Springsteen (who released the album Born in the U.S.A.); but we bade a very sad farewell to "national treasure" Eric Morecambe (whose funeral made the headlines). In our cinemas: Police Academy; Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom; Splash. On telly: Crimewatch, Leslie Crowther's The Price is Right and Cilla Black's Surprise Surprise.

...and what was in our charts this week thirty-five years ago [gulp!]? It was as if the world were calling to me "come out, come out, wherever you are!" - for in the Top 40 all at the same time were Frankie Goes to Hollywood Relax, I Want to Break Free by Queen, Smalltown Boy by Bronksi Beat, Sister Sledge, Bananarama and the Pointer Sisters, and in our Top Ten were Evelyn Thomas High Energy, Deniece Williams Let's Hear It For The Boy and Hazell Dean Searchin' (Gotta Find Me a Man)!

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham was at #1, and also present and correct were The Smiths, Howard Jones, The Style Council, Spandau Ballet, Ultravox...

...and this one!


The reflex (flex, flex, flex)

You've gone too far this time
But I'm dancing on the valentine
I tell you somebody's fooling around
With my chances on the dangerline
I'll cross that bridge when I find it
Another day to make my stand
High time is no time for deciding
If I should find a helping hand

Why don't you use it?
Try not to bruise it
Buy time don't lose it

Why don't you use it?
Try not to bruise it
Buy time don't lose it

The reflex is an only child he's waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does
Leaves you answered with a question mark

I'm on a ride and I want to get off
But they won't slow down the roundabout
I sold the Renoir and the TV set
Don't want to be around when this gets out

So why don't you use it?
Try not to bruise it
Buy time don't lose it

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Ya see its a frightening thing when it dawns upon you



As I said way back in 2010, "International Coming Out Day"...to me sounds like (yawn) yet another American construct and and excuse for the greetings card industry to go into overdrive". It apparently took place a few days ago.

However, it is, completely coincidentally, a singularly important week pour moi. All this year on this very blog - as my regular reader may have observed - I have featured recurrent "timeslip moments" in music, mainly harking back to a certain milestone year, 1984.

For, sometime this week thirty years ago (gulp!), I finally put into words, out loud - in the middle of a drunken horde of fellow students (and to anyone who'd listen, to be honest) - that I, too was gay.



By way of celebration of this (slightly terrifying) milestone, here's a song that made its debut in the UK charts in this very week in 1984 - Shout To The Top, with its somewhat apposite lyrics:
I was halfway home, I was half insane
And every shop window I looked in just looked the same
I said, "Now send me a sign to save my life
Cause at this moment in time there is nothing certain in
These days of mine."

Ya see its a frightening thing when it dawns upon you
That I know as much as the day I was born
And though I wasn't asked, I might as well stay
And promise myself each and every day

That when you're knocked on your back and your life's a flop
And when you're down on the bottom there's nothing else
But to shout to the top, well we're gonna shout to the top
We're gonna shout to the top, we're gonna shout to the top
Hey, we're gonna shout to the top!"
And, because I couldn't choose between versions, here first is the original by the (then) cute Paul Weller and Style Council:


Followed by a pounding House re-working of the song, featuring none other than the late, great and eternally-missed diva Miss Loleatta Holloway!


THREE DECADES?

Where do they go?

Wednesday, 20 August 2014

Guilty feet have got no rhythm



Another timeslip moment, dear reader, and one very close to my heart.

This time thirty years ago, I was on a little weekend trip to Bath (Georgian idyll) with a female friend. Having drunk all afternoon (some things never change), we retired for a "siesta" before the evening jollities (separate rooms, needless to say). I had, however, spotted earlier that day at the bus station kiosk a certain type of magazine that had intrigued little closeted moi...

And so it came to pass that I sneaked out of that hotel and purchased my very first gay wank mag publication Vulcan - and (ahem) the rest is history!

The music playing - or rather, being sung very loudly by a raucous group of young ladies passing the hotel window - on that auspicious occasion?

George Michael's Careless Whisper (the Number 1 hit in the charts this week in 1984)...


Ah, memories.

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

Thought for the Day



Ah, yes...

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

Serendipity and Wham!



I studiously ignored the fact that earlier this week was something called "International Coming Out Day" - which to me sounds like (yawn) yet another American construct and and excuse for the greetings card industry to go into overdrive...

However, while skimming through the hits of the 80s (as is my wont every now and then) I rediscovered this song. And on realising that it was at number one this week in 1984 I suddenly realised that this, of all weeks, is the 26th anniversary of that tremulous moment when I did indeed "come out" - much to the astonishment (not!) of friends, fellow journalism students and (least of all) family!

Ah, serendipity...


Ah, Freedom.

Saturday, 19 January 2008

Just an old fashioned girl



"the textbook diva — a woman who acts with divine providence as high as her cheekbones."

This week we celebrated the 82nd birthday of our icon Eartha Kitt!

Eartha's seductive and feline voice is often imitated, but never bettered. She began her career as a dancer, but was soon snapped up to appear on Broadway - not least because of the support of Orson Welles, with whom she allegedly had a torrid affair. Indeed he described her as "the most exciting woman in the world". And he was right! How can anyone compete with her classic performances of songs like C'est si Bon, Just an Old Fashioned Girl, I Want To Be Evil, Mink, Schmink, Under the Bridges of Paris, and of course Santa Baby?

Her film career may not be so well-remembered as her songs and her vampish look, despite starring alongside such luminaries as Sidney Poitier, but Eartha certainly takes her place in the kitsch history books for her portrayal of Catwoman on the Batman TV series. Never known for her reticence Eartha's career was effectively blacklisted in the USA in 1968 when she made an anti-Vietnam remark at a White House luncheon hosted by President Johnson's wife.

But despite that setback her adulation across the world continued, with concert and television appearances . Her loyal gay following in particular never deserted Eartha, and in the early '80s she hit the comeback trail with several huge Hi-NRG singles, including I Love Men and Cha Cha Heels.

We had the privilege of seeing the gorgeous Miss Kitt on stage at the Sondheim 70th birthday celebration gala in 2005, out-performing the rest of the ensemble with her rendition of I'm Still Here - what a lady, what a diva!


But it was her hit Where is My Man? that had the greatest influence on my life. When it was released I was suffering the throes of teenage angst - and it was Eartha Kitt who finally encouraged me to fling open the closet doors and come out! I am eternally grateful to her for that...


Eartha Kitt official website