I am not going to turn this blog into some «Where Are They Now» crap. But sometimes, when you hear something you relate, reflect and think of other stuff that gave you a similar feeling.
I remember the first interview i read with The Divine David. He blew my mind – and i would forever go into the toilets of every indieclub i passed, whip out my marker and scribble «I`M NOT BITTER – I`M ANGRY!»
The last shout out from The Divine David was, i believe, a big production called The Divine David On Ice ... perfect. But i miss him.
A while back i came across someone called Chloe Poems. ‘Now, what to make of that’ i thought ... I forgott all about her of course. Not thinking about her at all – until today. My dear friends and flatmates, OvaryAction, sent me a mail – well, we do talk and excist in perfect hermony, but you know how it is sometimes with different schedules, daily rythm and too-many-things-to-do-but-here-is-a-mail-to-say-i-love-you.
There i go go go, ranting again. But this is my life and my drama. Tonight for example; i came home, and as usual, almost same time every month, there on my bed a fresh issue of Oslo`s only feministultragrrlriot
musicensyclopedia «OvaryAction». Perfect! Food, fags, cat, television and a long interview with JD Samson.
... insode the zine there was hidden something, a yellow fanfuckintastic picture 7” of Yeah Yeah Yeahs «Gold Lion»!
Did i mention i plan to marry them?
My flatmates that is ... not the 7”....
Well, why not? When lunatics can create something like The Family of God then why cant we make our own terror cell?
I should mention that we don`t have a sign on our outside door. No we keep a sign on the inside that everyone reads befrore they leave the apartment, «Don`t Go Out There, They All Hate You!»
... no wonder i just had to move in right?
Anyways, the mail i got included a link to Switchflicker Records page on myspace. Eager for a break and some queer energy, i klicked and went over.
And there she was again, Chloe Poems!
Chloe Poems is a gay socialist transvestite poet, gingham diva, radical agender bender and the proud Voice of Treason.
She's also a lover of life and a great big camp girlie-goo girls blouse who loves joy, whoosh and nothing better than having a good time.
And you will have a good time in her presence. Wheter in real life or as a mind and gender bending audio candy.
Her poems are brilliant.
Her take on issues like the royal family and on capitalism for example is spot on. When it comes to the gay community she hits it right on the fuckers head! Touchè!
I will also give you a taster of her brilliance.
But on two conditions!
You read the following poem. All of it.
Keep it: Share it! and most of all... learn it.
And last, go and by some of her records and books, ok? Ok!
At the bottom of this page you will find a link to Chloe Poems «The Queen Sucks Nazi Cock»
What is this thing called Gay?
What is this thing called Gay?
I thought it was about life, love and passion
That is was way more original
Than the latest high street fashion
That it was more than a business proposition.
I thought it lived in glorious opposition
To some of the hideous wrongs of our society
That gay meant colour
Of more than the rainbow variety
That experience was our college,
Life, our university
I thought this thing called gay
Meant we were warriors of diversity
Banners flying high
Weapons in hand
Marching mincing
To the Promised Land.
That it was way more important
Than the newest celebrity in vogue
Call me old-fashioned
But I think this thing called Gay
Means so much more
Than just Kylie Minogue,
So much more than wanting more
So what is this thing called Gay?
And who is it for?
Well
This is for the rent boys
Disadvantaged and the poor
This is for the people our magazines ignore
This is for the volunteers
And the mobile-phoneless
This is for the streets
And the gays who are homeless.
This is for the queers
Who first answered the clarion call
Those magnificent men who were drag queens
Breaking rules and breaking nails
By throwing bricks at Stonewall.
This is for their sparkle
This is for their spangle
This is for those who wore the pink triangle.
This is for the ladies, transgendered and the gents
And those sassy saucy Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.
This is for the slogan “No surrender”
For every diesel dyke
And lipstick lesbian avenger.
This is for the complex, the confident and banal
And for all those wonderful times
Cruising the canal.
This is for the bitter, this is for the sweet
And for all of you out there
Who love an anal treat.
This is for the people who survived their abusers
This is for the sex workers and the wheelchair users
For families, friends, partners
Who’ve watched their loved ones die
For the lowest of the low
The highest of the high.
This is for those of us who live with this disease
This is for anger
This is for peace.
This isn’t for Judy Garland, Shirley Bassey or Madonna
This is for unity, integrity and honour
For individuality and its increasing rarity
For S&M
And its liberating perversity.
This is for the fat
This is for the skinny
This is for the screaming queen
And the moaning Minnie.
This is for the winners
But more for the losers
And for all my friends
The pill-poppers and boozers
Rave on Gaychester!
This is for movement
This is for stillness
This is for sanity
And mental illness.
This is for the families who have never pretended
This is for the forgiving
And the offended
This is for coming through the violence and hate
This is for the end
Of Clause 28.
This is for the isolated
This is for the crowd.
This is Chloe Poems
And why I’m out and proud.
Check the record label Switchflicker Records
Visit Chloe Poems
Enjoy Chloe Poems «The Queen Sucks Nazi Cock»
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