I was reminded of a radical faerie credo Mac had intoned early in the evening: We don’t worship the noun, but the verb. We don’t worship the artist, but the making of art. We don’t worship the creator, but the act of creation. That night, we had become the noun and the verb, the artist and the art, the creator and the creation. We were simultaneously acting in the show, watching the show, and being forged into something new by the show.
This is queer history: A game of telephone played down the decades, preserved by passionate individuals and community institutions working on the margins; half-forgotten documents telling of wholly forgotten times, of lust and fear, shame and pride, butches and femmes, lovers and fighters.
I'm delighted to announce that I've been chosen as the 2016-2017 Martin Duberman Visiting Scholar by the New York Public Library. I'll be using my three months in residency at the library to research the working-class queer history of the Brooklyn waterfront, which will be the basis for a show I'm curating with Avram Finkelstein and Rachel Mattson at the Brooklyn Historical Society.