The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions
By Larry Mitchell and Ned Asta
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The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions is a beloved queer utopian text written by Larry Mitchell with lush illustrations by Ned Asta, published by Calamus Press in 1977. Part-fable, part-manifesto, the book takes place in Ramrod, an empire in decline, and introduces us to the communities of the faggots, the women, the queens, the queer men, and the women who love women who are surviving the ways and world of men. Cherished by many over the four decades since its publication, The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions offers a trenchant critique of capitalism, assimilation, and patriarchy that is deeply relevant today. This new edition will feature essays from performance artist Morgan Bassichis, who adapted the book to music with TM Davy in 2017 for a performance at the New Museum, and activist filmmaker Tourmaline.
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The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions - Larry Mitchell
PREFACE
TOURMALINE
Heavenly Blue worried all the time. He worried about the bills and the roof that needed repairing and the strange men who always watched the house and what the neighbors might do next and about Hollyhock’s unhappiness. He worried most of all that he would go mad. His worrying got the bills paid and the roof fixed and drove the men away and calmed the neighbors down and helped Hollyhock be happier. And finally his worrying drove him mad. It was the madness of looking inward and being afraid. There had never been enough love and warmth around him and he thought he had gradually dried up inside. He wanted out but he did not know where out was. Lilac and Pinetree and Moonbeam and Loose Tomato and Hollyhock gathered. They held Heavenly Blue in their arms for days, they let him cry and stare and slobber and scream and be silent. They paid the bills and looked after the roof and watched the street for strange men and talked to the neighbors and Hollyhock kept himself happy. Their house filled up with comfort and routine and gladness until Heavenly Blue could no longer resist and became response-able again. (80)
I remember reading these words for the first time many years ago, and how familiar they felt. I have been where Heavenly Blue was, so many times, and I’ll be there again: imagining that respectability and responsibility could stop the immense violences that so many of us have to live through and often die from. All my life, I have been hyper-responsible, worrying about what needs to get done, feeling I must be the one to do it. I have worried about paying the bills, and what will happen when I inevitably am not able to pay them, yet again. I have worried about being perfect, about being respectable. I have worried that I would go mad (I have certainly already gone mad). I have worried about not having enough love. And I have, like so many of us, wanted out, but not known where out was.
I am still here because I have also been held, in these moments of despair, by lilac and pine tree and moonbeam and loose tomato and hollyhock. I have been held by dandelion and cedar and Marsha and tourmaline and pumpkin pie and moss. I have been held by my friends, my very own faggots, who after all this time still let me cry and stare and slobber and scream and stay silent. I have come undone, and this has kept me alive. The faggots have helped me believe that if we are to ever make it to that next revolution it will be through becoming undone, an undoing that touches ourselves and touches each other and all the brokenness we are. The faggots remind us that to become undone is our greatest gift to ourselves. It is truly our greatest path to being response-able – to feel our feelings authentically makes us able to respond to the conditions around us with an open heart.
Some of the faggots are so poor that they have to live on only what is free. The tasty orgasm juice is free. So some of the faggots live on it. From other faggots they receive this juice quickly, secretively, and in abundance. (35)
The faggots are constantly reminding me that in moments of apparent scarcity, our best defense is to respond with abundance. When it feels like we are truly abandoned, there are moonbeams and trees to turn to, to talk and make love with. Bees to listen to. It seems counter-intuitive. We have been taught so forcefully, especially in the deeply conservative time that we live in, that we must look out only for ourselves and indeed conserve our resources. That our resources are what others have deemed valuable - money, time, material things. But the faggots have other ideas. They say that the more you share, the less you need.
They make a way out of no way, and build a life together in fugitivity. They see renewable resources where others might not. They see their sluttiness and madness and magic as surplus, not lack. They thrive on cum alone.
The faggots have never been asked to join the vanguard. The faggots, it was noticed, do not know how to keep a straight face and the vanguard demands constantly straight faces. The faggots, it was noticed, want only to eat so they can play love play while the vanguard demands endless talk about the hunger of others and the seriousness of work. The faggots, it was noticed, are too quick to believe that the revolution had come and so too quick to celebrate. The vanguard demands that the revolution go on forever and so demands that the celebration only be planned, never enacted. (22)
On my birthday this past year, I woke up thinking about Marsha P. Johnson. Not just about how she started the Stonewall riots (yes that too) but about the parts of her life that get left out of the story. I woke up thinking about her most unruly parts, about how many blow jobs she gave to nevers
at clubs, how she would get tossed out of those same clubs, and especially how she would often walk naked down Christopher St. after throwing her clothes in the Hudson as an offering to Neptune. How much power Marsha had! How much magic in front of and behind the veil!
When I was a community organizer I really internalized the message of much of movement organizing at that time: aesthetics and beauty and art in general were secondary to the movement. The most authentic way to be a community organizer was to dress and live in austerity. You didn’t dare wear fantastic colors, or wear glittery faux fur to the protest. Your politics had to be pure and thorough, you had to stay sharp and have an analysis and always have it together.
I remember going to organizing meetings with other trans people, many of whom were also disabled and poor and people of color, and most of us could barely stay on topic. We were too busy talking and emoting about our basic survival needs: housing, welfare, healthcare, community, not being harassed every time we left our home. We were too busy dreaming up another space-time, where and when we could be our full selves.
The queens display infinite wierdnesses to the world. For them, style is the path into the unique self and so to transcendence. They long for everyone to reveal themselves wherever they are. (63)
Right around the same time, pop culture realized it could make a profit off of trans people. It hurt me to see tokenization couched as representation—in fashion, art, music—to see one or two of us in systems that so often harmed us. But I was also drawn to these worlds, and craved to be able to make art that reflected our beauty and magic back to us.
It took me a long time to come back to the power and magic of image, art, fashion, aesthetics, and not least of all GLAMOUR. The faggots helped me find my way back. The faggots reminded me that superficiality, style, messiness, and play are not bad things, they are transformative ways of being. Our glamour is not superfluous to changing the current order, it is instrumental. Our glamour, our