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Transgender Day Of Remembrance

Sunday, November 20th, 2011

November 20th is the day marked to commemorate the Transgender Day of Remembrance.

Thirteen years ago on November 28th Rita Hester, like Matthew Shepard five weeks before, was brutally murdered, more than 20 stab wounds to her chest, in her home. She was only 34 years old. Her name may be unfamiliar to you, unlike Shepard, whose murder was well reported in the media and would become a focal point of hate crimes legislation formally known as the Matthew Shepard Act. Ms. Hester was African American and lived in the Allston/Brighton neighborhood of Boston. Ten years prior to her murder Rita began to live her daily life fully as the woman she knew she was meant to be. Standing over six feet and weighing approximately 225 pounds, Rita was known as someone who could take care of herself. By all accounts she was spirited, out going, much loved, and accepted. Except by the person or persons who took exception to her and savagely ended her life.

Rita Hester isn’t the first transgendered person to have been murdered, nor has she been the last. No one should have their life ended because they choose to live their life as they know themselves to be. No one should be forgotten because a majority of society and news media implicitly consider a person less news-worthy, less a human because they belong to multiple minorities. Nor do I think gays and lesbians can leave them behind in the stuggle for civil rights because the straight, cisgendered majority, and far too many cisgendered gays, lesbians and bisexuals misunderstand, fear, or hate them.

Acceptance and respect should be universal.

Reteaching Gender & Sexuality

Saturday, May 28th, 2011

The following video featuring young adults talking about gender and sexuality came to my attention quite serendipitously – or perhaps as a result of synchronicity. In any case, I find it very interesting, and hope you’ll take a few moments to watch it and reflect on any thoughts that may come up for you.

 

Reteaching Gender and Sexuality from PUT THIS ON THE MAP on Vimeo.

The Teiresias Wars

Saturday, May 21st, 2011

By Joe Palmer

I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,

Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see

At the violet hour, the evening hour that

strives Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,

I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs,

Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—

I too awaited the expected guest.

He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,

T S Eliot, The Waste Land

It seems fitting to open an essay about this story written by Rachel Pollack for the Doom Patrol (issues 75 – 79 from the 1990s) with lines from T S Eliot’s poem “The Waste Land.”  Eliot incorporated the mythical Greek prophet Tiresias as a voice in his epic just as Pollack does in her five-part story. Variations of the story give different reasons for this priest of Zeus being blinded. Some accounts say he revealed the secrets of the gods while others say that he caught Athena bathing naked. Poor Teiresias would run afoul of the gods again when he came upon a pair of copulating snakes: “When both attacked him, he struck at them with his staff, killing the female. Immediately he was turned into a woman, and became a celebrated harlot; but seven years later he happened to see the same sight again at the same spot, and this time regained his manhood by killing the male serpent.” I like to believe that prostitute in this case refers to the sacred prostitution conducted in temples as fertility rites and offerings.  Some accounts tell that the prophet was also a priestess for Hera, married and had children. I’ll return to the importance of the blind prophet to Pollack’s story later.

The layers of Pollack’s “The Teiresias Wars” both escaped and perplexed me upon my first reading. The story seemed especially dense with concepts of which I could only stumblingly skate upon the surface of, not unlike my attempts to read James Joyce’s Ulysses. Unlike the Irish author’s masterwork, I at least finished Teiresias Wars. It was then forgotten until researching Pollack’s character Coagula and set aside again with the mental note to come back to the story another time.

To be truthful, I think fully decoding and uncovering the layers of myth and symbolism layered in Pollack’s story still eludes me. What I have managed to uncover and begin to understand is fascinating. While this story arc is titled “The Teiresias Wars”, Pollack’s use of the concepts, imagery, and characters began in her first issue as writer in Doom Patrol #64 and continued to be part of the subplot through #66.

The basic theme behind Pollack’s use of the Teiresiae and the Builders, as they will later proclaim themselves, is the exploration of gender and the notion of rigid categories of things derived from a grammar-based language and their effects on human perceptions and choices.  By their very natures these two groups are opposing forces. The Teiresiae are anthropomorphic beings whose ability to change forms at will is modeled on the myth of the blind poet Teiresias. At some point in the mythic past, a curious Teiresias experimented with the novel idea of language based on grammar, thus creating names, labels, categories, the idea of opposites leading to a dichotomous world, and worst of all, trapping things in one form. From this development, Pollack recounts, the first war between the two factions arose which resulted in a truce with the Builders going into an eons-spanning sleep and the Teiresiae exiling themselves to a place beyond mortal reckoning.  Pollack uses the character of Dorothy Spinner to introduce the shape changers into her story by having Dorothy manifest them as archetypal shamanic figures inspired by African imagery. Their forms are draped with snakes and they speak in a poetic, grammar-defying language. As noted below, snakes are a powerful symbol of regeneration and magic for their ability to shed and grow new skins. Several other uses of snakes appear throughout the issue as well.

Pollack’s theme becomes increasingly more evident and ominous with the following issue. Public address systems spontaneously appear to declare, “This is your book, your book.” Strange beings with sigil-like heads manifest. A pair of entangled snakes appears in the crystal ball of a stereotypical fortuneteller, a sign in whose window reads: “One who delights in signs” – the very meaning of the Teiresias. A burst of energy emanates from the snakes to transform the female seer and her male client into the opposite genders. An older man sits in his government office. He briefs an unknown man about the strange occurrences, claiming that the Doom Patrol can’t be called in to fix the problem, as they may very well be a part of it. A few pages later, the same man, now clearly a general by his uniform, stands before a backdrop of red and white snakes writhing in distinct bands to symbolize the stripes of the American flag to deliver a speech to a crowd of faceless men wearing only workman belts stuffed with tools.  The general’s war cry: “A serpent outbreak has occurred in the world above. Mealy-mouthed prophecies, slippery perversions of everything decent. Sexual shedding. Are we going to allow this to happen?” Of course not or there wouldn’t be a story and a reason to bring the Doom Patrol into the crux of it all. The last page cliffhanger shows several of these “soldiers” breaching the superhero social outcasts’ quarters.

While the Doom Patrol is defending itself from attack bizarre events continue unimpeded. People drawn out of curiosity to investigate the carcass of a giant swine (it fell out of the sky last issue and I’ve yet to decode its meaning unless it has to do with animal sacrifice) spontaneously begin to change form and speak in long dead languages. The African shamanic figures reappear and people scatter while the General is conferring again by phone with his superior, mentioning a “Teiresias outbreak.” One of the shamanic Teiresias bestows a miraculous gift to Robot Man through Dorothy just before they abruptly depart for their world while Niles uses an illusion to trick the remaining faceless warriors to stop fighting and retreat as well.

It all seems a nightmare as the events recede while Dorothy, Cliff, and Niles move into a new headquarters and Pollack expands the team and supporting cast with more fantastic characters. There’re George and Marion, the Bandage People who at first glance you might believe have a connection to Rebus/ Negative Man; Charlie the “doll” who becomes Dorothy’s silent, unblinking companion; and a number of sexually remaindered spirits who haunt the new headquarters. Pollack explores the new elements in their own right before returning to focus on the opposing and contentious elements described above in her “The Teiresias Wars” story arc from issues #75 – 79.

The depiction of Teiresias, undoubtedly created with direction from Pollack, as drawn by interior artist Ted McKeever and rendered most strikingly by cover artist Brian Bolland deserves discussion. The face and long hair are clearly feminine, but the body lacks breasts and the pubic area is completely smooth and devoid of gender identifying genitals. The right side of the torso is masculine while the left is curved and female. Clearly Teiresias here is defying imposed sexual categories by being an androgyne.

Wings across the figure’s upper chest symbolize the connection bestowed by the ancient Greeks between prophets and birds. A pair of entwined serpents refers to the seer’s encounter with the snakes that led to his/ her transformations that crossed genders. Unlike Judeo-Christian thought, many cultures have held snakes in high regard as magical beings that gain immortality by shedding their skin. These serpents also allude to both Teiresias’ staff (rhabdos, Greek for a sort of magical rod) and the caduceus of Hermes, itself a gift from Apollo. A nearly hundred-year old article in the Encylopedia Brittanica recounts in a story very similar to Teiresias’ encounter with snakes of the staff’s transformation from a two-pronged rod decked out with garlands to its well-known form when Hermes came across a pair of snakes fighting between themselves and used it to stop them. Both male and female are represented each by a single snake of the pair, coming together, not to mate physically, but to join as an androgyne, the real secret of Hermetic power, as Teiresias symbolized by physical transformation. Additionally, Aphrodite and Hermes had a son named Hermaphroditus who would later become joined with the nymph Salmacis and become an androgyne.

Worms are hermaphroditic, possessing both male and female reproductive organs as are some types of beetles, if the insects are indeed beetles and not roaches, in which case I’m at a loss of their meaning. An upside down drawn building that lies behind the snakes may be a temple, referring to Teiresias’ role as prophet. The starry night sky theme of the torso’s left side contrasted with the ocean blue of the right suggests to me the calming waters that arose after the settling of primeval chaos and form began to emerge.

In a very interesting  essay on the blind prophet, author Tracy Boyd points to an observation by noted scholar Marie Delcourt that Teiresias’ sex change is a an indicator of a very ancient trace of “androgynous shamanism”. Thanks to anthropologists and, rather unfortunately, Christian missionaries we know of non-European cultures such as various Native American and native Siberian peoples that embraced traditions of shamans who not only often crossdressed but also crossed the boundaries of our rigidly held notions of gender. As you likely know, shamans in these societies had extensive knowledge of homeopathic cures, incorporating them in healing rituals as necessary, and because they defied (or united) the world of opposites acted as priests and intermediaries between the physical world and the realms of spirits, gods, and demons.

The topics of shamanism and its culturally fluid components of sexuality are far too complex for at length discussion here in a simple essay. There are numerous books written by people far more knowledgeable than I will ever be on the subject. Mircea Elaide is one such author and his Shamanism: Archaic Techniques of Ecstasy might be a good place to start from.

The title of the opening chapter, “A Handful of Dust”, refers to line 30 in Eliot’s poem: “I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”  Her story opens showing a man seated in a filthy alley, from appearances a derelict, wearing a pink, flower patterned dress. Bones are tossed onto the pavement, gibberish spoken, in reality a prophecy but no one listens. Calling upon “great Teiresias, the breaker of forms”, he raises a small crude model of a building. Then, a man wearing a general’s uniform suddenly appears and slays the psychic, proclaiming “this is the time of building” and then “Gentlemen, gentlemen. Observe what happens to those who try to revive the old customs.”

Obviously the “old customs” referred to in Pollack’s writing are pagan ways. However, Less clear I believe us that she’s referring to older pagan religions as they relate to the Orphic traditions of the goddess-oriented religions and mystery cults (an understanding of same that I’ve arrived at after reading “Chaos Gaia Eros” by Ralph Abraham). Abraham posits in his book that the inventions of writing and the wheel and its adaptation to the chariot coupled with a shift from nomadic tribes to sedentary villages to foster a shift in human consciousness that led to empire building, the rise of patriarchal societies and male-dominated religions, especially the three Abrahamic religions, and the suppression of these older ways. These ideas aren’t new, but Abraham’s book was the first time I’d encountered them discussed together.

Back to Pollack’s story. A trio of mysterious looking humans appears after the general and his ominous party has departed. Their dialog alludes to a truce with the “builders” being broken. They gather the prophets remains, inexplicably reduced in minutes to bones, and retreat through a wasteland (a nod to Eliot’s poem perhaps) to their home. Once safely arrived, the seer’s remains are used to divine a prophecy, one that foretells of war.

The Doom Patrol’s Kate, also known as Coagula, demonstrates her secondary ability to tune in to alternate realities (electronic visions if you will) using a keyboard and computer. The monitor focuses on a place where slaves are forced to build even rudimentary shapes or be beaten into submission by unseen rulers, in reality, the Builders. Kate informs Robot Man that she’s uncertain if these events are current or have happened in the past or will occur.

A little background on Coagula for those who aren’t familiar with the character. Kate was born in a male body, and realized over time that she inwardly  identified as a woman. Eventually she fully transitioned through surgery from an outwardly male body to her current one. During one period after transitioning, Kate was a prostitute and Rebus, the negative entity from Morrison’s run, hired her for sex. Kate developed the powers to coagulate and dissolve objects because of this intimate encounter. She became involved with the Doom Patrol after unsuccessful attempts at being a superhero.

Meanwhile the General who was last seen in Pollack’s first arc and other figures convene to assess their forces. Among them is a bearded man named Ur-Nammu, whom I first thought referred to the Sumerian goddess of creation post gender switch that began to occur, as societies became patriarchal. However, Ur-Nammu is the founder of the Sumerian third dynasty (approximately 2100 BCE). He is credited with writing the Code of Ur-Nammu, the oldest extent of a law code governing society, and also for ordering the construction of numerous ziggurats. In short, he is a builder of not only buildings and cities, but of society by way of its laws.

A few words to clarify the significance of ziggurats and perhaps Sumeria in general. In this ancient empire  called Ken-gi-r, meaning “the Civilized Land”, there were paved roads, schools, writing, banking and finances, and use of the arch and vault in architecture. It was the accepted belief that the higher one could rise from the earth, the closer one would be to the gods in heaven. As part of a larger temple complex, the ziggurat at Ur, known as Etemennigur at the time, was considered the dwelling place of the moon god Nanna. The Sumerians depicted Nanna as a wise yet enigmatic old man with a flowing beard and four horns. A ceremonial bedchamber for the moon god was constructed as the highest point of the structure, where a woman chosen daily by the priests would spend the night as an offering to the moon god.

In many ways it must have indeed seemed like an ideal land. As wonderful as this culture may have been, there were also significant changes in Sumerian society that are relevant to Pollack’s story. From a grossly oversimplified anthropological viewpoint, people began to adapt in all sorts of manners as humans went from nomadic life as hunter-gatherers to sustain themselves and began to settle down, first in villages as they learned how to farm and domesticate animals. One significant aspect which is a lynch pin for Pollack’s story is the shift in religion from the lunar, earth, feminine, mother-goddess cults with oral traditions to the solar, sky, masculine, god dominated sects that use the invention of writing to their advantage that rise and eventually suppress the former. Then as now, history is written and recorded from the view of the dominant forces.

Pollack reveals the most about Ur-Nammu and the forces she refers to as the Builders in a speech: “…Anchors of stability form now, in abundance beyond even the early days of the original tower [Note: referring to Babel.] From birth to old age to final death, lives lived without change or growth. Males and females hold firm to their genders. …Dreams imprisoned. The burden of personality dissolved forever.”

An unknown figure dressed in a Greek or Roman toga reminds the General of a pair of escaped slaves who are now known to be hiding with the Doom Patrol: the characters known as Marion and George, the bandaged couple. Pollack fills in their history in a flashback scene that recounts how as young, aimless adults they came under the influence of a man who identified himself only as “The Contract” who persuades the couple, as the cliché goes, sign their lives away on a contract. Once the pretense is dropped, Marion and George come to the stark realization that they’ve signed their lives and bodies away (as a scene depicts their forms being removed and swathed in their familiar bandages. Marion recounts: “They left us our eyes so we could see and—and our fingers so we could hold the machines. And our mouths so we could pass on orders. We all had to speak English. ‘All one tongue’ they told us.” They’ve become anonymous slaves to help build a second Tower of Babel secretly being constructed to penetrate the earth under the Pentagon, a clear metaphor for the patriarchal gods raping the mother-goddess archetypes. They take advantage of some unexpected event that distracts their captors, and wander empty hallways, eventually finding a blindfolded male figure named Eliot shackled to the wall. Once freed, Eliot’s body spasms and transforms into an androgynous Teiresias, imbuing their bandages with a life force through the gesture of an erotic kiss. Eliot’s freedom is short lived as s/he sacrifices it so George, Marion, and other slaves can escape.

The freed couple is not the only reason the Builders are interested in the Doom Patrol. The group had certainly been an attractor of the bizarre in Morrison’s run. In Pollack’s hands, Niles as a bodiless head, Robot Man without male defining genitals (something he never had in robotic form anyway), Dorothy whose ugliness seemingly overwhelms any femininity, and transsexual Kate are clearly an assault on the Builders’ beliefs. Each in their own ways defy the socially acceptable ideas of what it means to be male and female.

While the Builders have marked the Doom Patrol as a dangerous element to take care of, the Teiresiae swear to protect them. The lines are drawn. The General and his forces confront the group and demand the return of Marion and George. An initial victory heartens Niles’ team. Simultaneously, Pollack takes up the plight of Eliot (Marion and George’s savior), showing us his feeble looking body wandering the rooms and hallways of the Hotel of Lost Light. I believe this is a reference to a work by poet Galway Kinnell. Not having read the piece makes it impossible for me to know its relevance to Pollack’s story though.  The hotel here is a prison constructed by the Builders. Encountering four of his jailers during his walk, Eliot cajoles one pair to give him six questions and the remaining duo for six answers. Returning to his room, Eliot prays and intones the nonsensical questions and answers that circumvent the rigid constraints of grammar and thus his bondage, allowing Eliot to transform again into a Teiresias and return to the world of opposites where hir unique form immediately becomes a sexual attractor for passersby.

Having learned Marion and George’s horrible history, Niles decides that a defensive position is in the Doom Patrol’s best interest. Under his direction, George and Marion envelope the headquarters with their living bandages strengthened by Kate’s power to coagulate, and further reinforced with the powerful presence of the sexual spirits inhabiting the building (their speaking “in tongues” keeps the Builders at bay). In a defiant act of bravado or stupidity, Cliff exits the safe position only to be ambushed by the Builders and have his body blown to tiny pieces.

The ragtag band of social if not sexual outlaws mount an attack in order to rescue the now disembodied Cliff. It isn’t the first time Cliff’s body has been damaged and rebuilt or upgraded, but every previous time was done without his input. Not again, Cliff asserts to Niles. This leads to an insightful discussion, and in essence the premise of Pollack’s point, between Cliff and Kate, who, having undergone sex reassignment surgery, has an intimate understanding of the emotional and spiritual components of body image.

Cliff: “You know something? I used to think I wanted to be normal. Or at least look normal so people wouldn’t stare and point all the time.”

Kate: “Yeah, I know. It’s called ‘passing’.”

Cliff: “This is going to sound nuts, but I think I like being different. Does that make any sense to you?”

Kate;” Yes, Cliff. A lot of sense.”

Having sensed the violent Builders attack on the Doom Patrol, Eliot the Teiresiae decides to intervene into the matter and unsettles the heroes by manifesting inside their building. Upon revealing hir nature and intent, Kate is eager to chime in by retelling the traditional story of the prophet Teiresias, only to be interrupted by Eliot who insists on telling the real account behind the myth, an account that in part at least reads like a creation story. In the timeless time, s/he begins, nothing held itself in one form apart and distinct from anything else, everything rising and sinking from the primordial waters recreating its parts over and over. From this constantly reshaping energy and mass the world created the Teiresiae as the embodiments of its own knowledge.  Out of them arose one who felt desire to experiment with language and grammar, defining things with names that in turn solidified forms. This rebel, the first man, was followed – or trapped perhaps – by others, and to separate himself above the others, he proclaimed himself a god, and named his followers the Builders. It is they who raised the Tower of Babel as a metaphysical engine of frozen language to create our world of opposites. A terrible war broke out between the Builders and the Teiresiae, one that ended in a truce and withdrawal from the earthly realm by both factions until the Builders were accidentally ironically disturbed by construction work of modern civilization.

Eliot surprises the Doom Patrol by informing him of a new plan to destroy the Builders. They must call upon the remaining Teiresiae in their dwelling place outside of our reality.  The shock comes when Eliot reveals the otherworldly beings will ignore his pleas because he abandoned them for the earthly plane, and so two humans must merge to become a new Teiresiae and go instead. Kate and Cliff with his freshly designed robotic body are the ideal candidates. They’ve understandably reservations. Despite facing bizarre and often inexplicable phenomena on a regular basis doesn’t prepare you for the idea of merging your corporeal and mental/ psychic selves. In order to affect this union, Pollack has a dead tree (a connection with mother earth) come to life and it encases the duo inside a womb made of its branches. Their act of sexual ecstasy releases energy in a Kundalini-like manner to allow their transformation into a unique robotic appearing hermaphroditic form I believe some comparison between Kate and Cliff’s transformation could be made to the story of Hermaphroditus (son of Hermes and Aphrodite) and his unwilling union with the nymph Salmacis.

Kate/ Cliff emerge from the tree womb in this new form to find they’ve been transported to the Teiresiae world, and so set off on their own Hero’s Journey across a devastated landscape. Their separate personalities remain still and they both try to express and come to an understanding, of experiencing the sensations of this new body of metal and flesh, breasts and feminine hips and sexless crotch. As with all epic journeys, Cliff/ Kate faces trials. The first of these is when s/he encounters a pair of copulating snakes just as Teiresias did. To further reinforce the similarity, a walking staff instantly appears in Kate/ Cliff’s hand, the same object with which Teiresias struck the serpents.

Much can be said about the symbolism and import of the walking staff. For the sake of brevity I will mention only a single point and refer those interested to Tracy Boyd’s article referenced to and linked above. The staff or stick can be seen as an extension of Teiresias’ body, both of which undergo a magical transformation as “instruments of magic and healing” upon contact with the snakes. The secret of transcending the world of opposites becomes encoded in the staff itself, thus transforming it into a sacred object.

The reptiles sense their distinct personalities and goad them into killing one of them. “Kill the female snake and become a woman. Kill the male and become a man.” “Which one do you want? Your choice. Only thing is – how do you tell us apart?” They refuse to kill either and are mocked by both snakes. “Too bad. Now you’ll have to do it the hard way. By delighting in signs. That’s what ‘Teiresias’ means…’he who delights in signs.”

With their initial trial won, they continue along the barren path and up a cliff.  A new challenge presents itself when the sky mysteriously becomes a giant eye and blocks them from going forward. Instead they walk into the eye itself and find themselves reliving their worst incidents of their lives. For Cliff it’s regaining consciousness after the operation to save his life from nearly fatal injuries received in his racing car accident and discovering he’s a human brain encased in a robotic body. The worst for Kate is the experience in high school when she first dressed as a woman and was ridiculed and threatened by classmates.

Moving forward, Kate/ Cliff come upon a marker, a sign, written in the dead language of the Teiresias. Holding it in their hands creates a mystical means of communication that allows them to hear the voices of the Teiresias tell them they must “burn up their pain if [they] want to find [them].” The sky has turned harsh, sending torrents of rain down that then turn to ice, making their trek in this timeless land a grueling one that punishes them beyond their limit. It’s here when they’ve collapsed that the being referred to as the Contract appears and makes the most tempting of deals to Cliff and Kate in turn: new, sexually idealized bodies of their respective gender identities. Cliff/ Kate laughs when presented with the agreement and pen. “You don’t understand. We don’t want your ‘real’ bodies. We’re not imitating anybody. We just want ourselves….You don’t have anything we need” is their reply as they turn to walk away. They have passed their last temptation. With each step the elements take an increasing toll upon their body until they fall down. Corrosion eats away at the metal form until it’s nearly indistinguishable from the mounds of earth around it. At this point when their body is nearly erased and identities nearly just memories that the walking staff exhibits its sacred power by resurrecting Cliff/ Kate, replete with symbols adorning their form to confirm the change into a true Teiresias, to be welcomed by the mystery and awe of the remaining three cosmic beings. Mission accomplished!

Kate/ Cliff and the remaining Teiresiae transport to earth and find themselves in the middle of a fierce battle between the Builders and the rest of the Doom Patrol who are aided by Eliot. Things start to go terribly and unexpectedly amiss. Cliff/ Kate rushes to fight alongside their teammates only to learn hir combined form is useless. Much to Kate’s dismay, Cliff forces an abrupt end to the union.  The Teiresiae, eager to assert their power against their polar opposite, are shocked to find that the power of Babel and its fixed grammar has rendered their speech unintelligible and they are therefore rendered impotent. Only Eliot because of hir choice to live apart on earth has retained power by virtue of hir sacrifice. While s/he retains the ability of speech, the time spent both wandering freely and imprisoned by the Builders has greatly diminished hir power.

Kate makes a defiant stand against the Builders’ most destructive weapon, a structure referred to as the “White City.” I must confess that I do not know any historical or mythological references that Pollack may have drawn upon for her use of the White City as a great engine of pain and destruction. It may simply be the most sacred icon of the Builders’, a counterpart of sorts to Teiresias’ staff of magic and healing. It all seems to go from bad to worse when Kate is whisked inside the structure and forced to relive the painful event of her being discovered trying to express her inner female identity. In some unexplained way, Dorothy is able to insert herself into Kate’s memory. Her role may be that of psycho pomp as she is instrumental for Kate to take action against her attackers. Now healed, Kate and Dorothy escape the White City.

The tide of the battle is turned when Niles realizes the sexually remaindered spirits whose speaking in tongues aided their defense several days earlier are pivotal to their success. Glossolalia was a common practice in some pagan religions, shamanism, and considered a form of communication with spirits, as well as some Pentacostals. Their seemingly unintelligible language serves as an offense against the General. It also seems to be a language that the Teiresiae understand. This communication restores their connection to power and they unleash it against the Builders with a great fury. Defiant in his last moments, the General shouts, “You can never destroy Babel. Babel is the foundation of the world. If you want to destroy Babel, you will have to destroy the world. This truth is irrefutable and so, the Teiresiae ascend into the sky, carrying the Doom Patrol and Eliot along with them to witness their destruction of the second Babel.

At Dorothy’s urging Kate speaks to the Teiresiae in the hope of persuading them not to destroy the earth. Her facial expressions and body gestures assume the look of an oracle. Her eyes remain closed, perhaps as a nod to blind Teiresias or that Pollack wants to show that Kate is the very embodiment of the seer? Kate stands alone, midway between the looming Teiresiae, singularly focused on annihilation (ironically of form, no less) and her friends. She is mediator, a herald attempting to make peace, a gender-crossing (instead of the typical cross-dressing) shaman petitioning the gods for a stay of execution, for the continued gift of life.

Selfishness is not her motivation as Kate implores. “I know you want to bring back change and freedom. And you think they can’t exist in this – this world of choices. But you’re wrong. I can show you.” The Teiresiae are not swayed until she holds her own life up as an example and those of her friends who similarly defy strict categorization due to their own unique circumstances. It is Eliot who finally sways his kin when he sides with humanity and entreats them to agree to renew the truce. Hir final sacrifice is to act as overseer to ensure the Builders cosmic slumber. They agree to destroy only the tower portion of Babel and to leave its foundation, the metaphysical foundation of the world, untouched. The Teiresiae withdraw, closing the portal between worlds and leaving behind Eliot who looks blissful at the prospects of exploring a new world.

It is with some disappointment that I look at memories of reading Pollack’s Doom Patrol stories and disliking them, partly for Ted McKeever’s unique style, but mainly because my understanding of her metaphors and ideas was lacking. In the intervening years I have become fascinated with some of the elements that Pollack drew upon to tell her.

Language is such a common ability that its implications often seem to be taken for granted, perhaps only pondered while trying to learn a foreign one and its peculiarities. Why do nouns and adjectives take on or reflect gender in some and not others? We shape language and in turn it shapes us. This is why writing was strictly controlled and accessible only to certain castes for thousands of years. It was with writing that language became a force to control people. Once only spoken, a ruler or priest could now point to physical objects proclaim it as the sacred words of their respective deities or rulers. It was the birth of history and a radical shift in social structures, a separation of peoples along tribes, of man and woman, of what is both proper and expected in codified gender roles, of goddesses being discarded or remade into male counterparts, and the repression of the knowledge of humanity’s sacredness and connection to the divine.

At least this is what Pollack’s story has come to mean for me now.

Regarding A Cisgender Slur

Friday, May 20th, 2011

By Joe Palmer

Cisgender. Trans ally. Entitled. Privileged. Ableist. CAFAB. CAMAB. FAAB. MAAB. These and other words and phrases were brought to the forefront for me recently when a person contacted me to express their dismay and anger regarding Glamazonia, the use of the word “tranny” in the title, and the positive review I gave the work. From this person’s point of view there was a choice of one of three options for me to do. One was to remove the review. Another was for me to give it a negative rating, and the last was to include a trigger warning.

Neither of these options were ones that I could act on. The first was censorship, which I don’t believe in. The second required that I lie about my opinion of Hall’s work. And I don’t believe in the use of trigger warnings. As an alternative, I offered the idea to this person of writing an opinion piece in response to the character and Hall’s use of the word in question to which the review would link. I also offered, which I did, to make Hall aware of this person’s thoughts and comments. As best I can tell, my suggestion was ignored in the subsequent reply which also contained a link for Hall to a blog post in which the author discussed the hurt and damage of “cisgender intent”. As I passed that along to him I began to wonder if this was a situation in which I’d be stuck in the middle, which reminded me of the dysfunctional way my parents and family members have long communicated. In turn I informed this person that I couldn’t comply with any of their suggestions and their reply was to inform all the people they know of this.

Should I have engaged in emails more with this person? Perhaps. Should I have been less terse? Yes, though I believe no amount of word dress up would alter their opinion, which wasn’t a goal on my part. Do I believe for this person that the word in question creates or reminds of some traumatic experience? I do and I also know that to say hurting anyone was and is not my intent will be considered by this person and possibly you reading this now as an example of cisgender intent and privilege. I am sorry they were hurt, hurt by the word, by the meaning and ugliness and violence attached to it by meanspirited people in the cis world aimed at them and others.  And to clarify, my references to this person in gender/ name unspecific terms is not an attempt to dehumanize them. I simply do not know how they identify and present themselves.

Words and symbols which have horrible, painful meanings can be reclaimed, though the effort is not always successful. The pink triangle, part of a whole coding system for undesirables, was a symbol to mark homosexuals in Nazi Germany and occupied countries. It was taken back. There was a time when the word fag was used by some gay men to describe themselves. Howard Cruse put the word in his characters’ mouths in his Wendel comic strip in the 1980s. The word is widely considered to be a slur now and is off limits. Is a cisgendered person allowed to help reclaim this word from being a slur? The answer will depend on your point of view and perhaps the person, and in this instance, the work in question.

So this feels like a rock and a hard place situation in which, on one hand, I think Hall’s work is good and understand that he’s had interactions and relationships with variously self-identifying people in the San Francisco Trans community — two out trans creators contributed their work to this book — and alienating and hurting one person in particular and likely others. And even this smacks of ableism, entitlement, and cisgender intent.

Below is a verbatim copy of an afterward by Hall from his book. Would this have made any differnce to have originally included it my review?

“About the word ‘tranny…’

The word is a tricky one.

From the mouths of bigots and assholes, it’s undeniably a hate word. Even coming from well-meanin folk, it can be clumsy and insensitiv. And yet, as with the word ‘queer’,it’s been reclaimed by many as a term of empowerment and humor.

Where I come from, the queer underground of San Francisco, ‘tranny’ is used by everyone from trans women and trans men to third genders, cross-dressers, drag queens, drag kings, faux queens, and other gender queers and gender radicals. The Uncanny Super-Tranny is meant to stand alongside such creations as the Tranny Film Fest, Tranny Road Show, Tranny Fag Health Project and Trannyshack.

Glamazonia the Uncanny Super-Tranny is intended as a work of (at times sarcastic) humor, and ultimately a celebration of the compokex, wondeful, and fascinating mosiac of queer identities and expressions.”

Glamazonia The Uncanny Super Tranny

Tuesday, December 14th, 2010

Glamazonia The Uncanny Super Tranny

Review by Joe Palmer

Justin Hall, Diego Gomez, Jon Macy and Fred Noland and a whopping bonanza of other artists
Northwest Press
$24.99

Ah, Glamazonia! As glamorous as ever with her bouffant, lush lips, amazing abs, assertive breasts, a devil may care attitude backed up with a her own brand justice. Ignore the bit of self-centeredness and give the lady her due! Glamazonia’s journey from an occasional B & W strip when she first came to my attention to this four color extravaganza has been a long time coming and it’s about damn time!

But you’re finally here so I’ll be good.

In case the cover image doesn’t clue you in enough to get a sense of Glamazonia, let me say that she’s all about taking the conventions of superheroes and turning them on a collective ear or maybe a more appropriate position might be scissored. And pity if I just lost you, dear gay man, with the lesbian sex reference. At least  I wrote scissored instead of sandpapered. Oops. Well, just don’t Google it if you don’t know what it is. Glamazonia is all about queering it up and — oh dear! Did I just lose you now because of the Q word? But she is queer right from the get-go and Justin Hall and a whole bus-load of others have a hell of a lot of fun with her in this book.

It’s like a “buck a bag” sale at the local thrift shop and the big girls section just got stocked with good stuff before you walk in when it comes to the stories! A 120 pages worth comprising seven stories and a bounty of “One To Glam On” public service announcements (AKA one page strips), a pin up, a mock comic cover, and a foreword by Peaches Christ and a couple embellishments to round it off. I did not hear you say “Peaches who?”, did I? If you must, then slyly dash off and look her up on the interwebs. Just don’t look up sandpaper and lesbians and make a face when you learn what it is because it ain’t like you haven’t done something that might gross out others.

Time travel stories usually induce eye rolling or make little sense to me. Time Travel Tranny does neither as Glamazonia comes to the aid of Professor Dikhead who’s being threatened by a future menace. Glams is in for a huge surprise when she travels to the future to deal with the threat! She’s got a short fuse!

J. F. Killer is Hall’s figurative centerpiece and the most ambitious piece both in story length (23 pages) and subject matter. Boy reporter Jimmy Wholesome tracks down Glamazonia in the Castro as he investigates his theory on who shot JFK. He learns how off base the theory as she spills her sob story while ordering Jimmy around. JFK’s womanizing is well documented but our beloved President and Marilyn’s heart might have belonged to daddy, but Glamazonia playing all the sides in the whole Cuba mess. Everyone except that pudgy, ugly Kruschev. You got to have some standards! Hall also introduces an arch rival to Glamazonia and explores his uncanny super tranny’s power set in a super powered cat fight. Quite the entertaining read  though the naughty side of me would like an erotic sneak peek at what happened in the Cuban countryside.

Fred Noland’s Rent Boy story in which a trailer trash kid named Billy aspires to audition to become Glamazonia’s sidekick and leave his sordid life behind is two hoots worth of fun! His style is loose and animated and he does a great job of capturing the ambience of sad trailer park inhabitants. Dubbed Rent Boy, Billy is dedicated and a touch desperate in my opinion when he demonstrates to Glamazonia how resourceful he is with nunchakus. Glamazonia is shocked and it was a surprise for me too. Let’s say Rent Boy probably wouldn’t have a problem with the new body scanners at airports!

Rent Boy is featured in the following story by Diego Gomez in which Glamazonia is transported to an other wordly place to compete against other heroes in a contest for the “greatest prize”. Sure, she’s motivated and not happy at all that  “sidekick” Rent Boy is forced to compete with her after he helps her win a round. Gomez’s story is told in segments as a framing device around three secret origins for Glamazonia. Being so fabulous just one will not do! Actually, in the Gomez segments she recounts different stories hoping to seduce a trio of contestants. The framing idea works though they could stand on their own as well. The final segment with Glamazonia and Rent Boy facing Dungeon Master one is most successful while and the two with FLag Danzer and Granola Girl are the weakest for me. Gomez has done a lot of illustration work before and this is his first sequential story. His style easily stands out in the book as the most colorful and psychedelic and he doesn’t want to be constrained by panels, all of which can be good qualities. Here though, at least in a PDF file, I find it at times to be a little confusing and taking precedence over the characters. My opinion may change when I look at his art again after looking at the print copy when I pick it up from my store. Okay, I’ve looked at these segments on another computer and the colors are more harmonious than I first thought. Proof is in the print copy and appreciation of art always rests with the individual.

Added note: I’ve picked up my print copy with the rest of my comics  this afternoon, and apparently Glams’s appearance caused a bit of a commotion, as I heard one counter guy exclaim “Peaches Christ?!” in a whispered exclamation to the other.  I simply said “Yes, ‘Peaches Christ’ ” and smiled though I thought about adding “she’s Jesus time-lost tranny sister”. Anyway.  I’ve looked at the coloring throughout the whole book and every bit of coloring, including Gomez’s whose palette I wondered about.  Yes, he has a different color aesthetic (a quality I think for which Hall chose him), but here in the print copy it doesn’t overwhelm. So, here you go – proof a reviewer can change his or her mind.

All of Glamazonia’s origin stories are riffs on much beloved ones from comics: Superman, Batman, and Spider-Man. Hall’s version of Krypton populated solely with party girls is a fun twist, as is Clarkina’s relationship with strapping, bald Flex. A bat never inspires an orphan Bruce. Instead someone crashes through the window at the opulent manor. Young Peter Pumper being bitten by a radioactive tranny is the most hilarious for me. Another one is a take on the beloved Bionic Man and Woman shows. Her final origin using elements from Iron Man’s comic and movie beginnings is my second favorite with her Iron Tranny gear and her rigging the phallic ray gun to backfire, defeating her terrorists in a most fabulous fashion. All very good and your favorites may vary.

Jon Macy (Teleny and Camille, Fearful Hunter) turns in Rent Boy: Year One in a stylishly moody and pared down setting with a subdued color palette. Pity poor Rent Boy he discovers that the allure of sugar daddies often masks an evil heart.

Hall’s final story puts Glam as Brenda Starlet, the new reporter for a newspaper that’s a mashup between the Daily Planet and the Bugle. Here’s your chance to see how Lois, JJJ, Parker, and a sweaty, alien pervert together. Love the way Glams keeps her bouffant big and high, too!

I love little touches here and there. For example, the Glamazonia signal resembles a huge fleshlight. Here and there Hall incorporates vaginas. Oh, now don’t you get worked up over that! They’re not like the fanged vagina (I forget the high falutin’ Latin phrase) Howard Chaykin drew on a Hawkgirl cover several years ago. There are a few other flourishes scattered throughout, but finding them again is a bit of a challenge. The little lips symbol used to decorate the page numbers is a nice touch, as is the decision itself to use page numbers. It’s one of those little things that seems forgotten a lot these days.

If you’re a diehard Glamazonia fanatic you may notice that some of these stories have previously appeared in a small B & W mini comic made by Hall in the past year ortwo. Generally I question when this happens though the reasons can be very different when done by an indy creator compared to a big publisher. It isn’t an issue for me because these few stories are both expanded on and the fun quotient is higher, plus they’re printed in color now.

The “public service announcements” with Glamazonia dispensing her sex tips and tidbits of worldly wisdom are written by Hall and drawn by the remaining multitude of guest artists as listed below, with some of whom I’m not familiar with, so this is a good opportunity for a little taste of their various styles. Every PSA is amusing and kudos to Hall for sharing Glamazonia with so many artists in both these PSA’s and stories.

The following should be the full list of creators :

Anthony Gonzalez, zan Christensen, Sarah Oleksyk, MariNaomi, Craig Bostick, Jennifer Camper, Steve MacIsaac, Chuck McKinney, Sina Grace, Ed Luce, Shaenon K. Garrity, Paige Braddock, Christine Smith, Jason Thompson, Chino, Theo Bain, Eric Orner, Robert Kirby, Gina Kamentsky, Dave Davenport, Lark Pien.

I’m sorry if I missed any, but it’s almost like trying to pick out all the different bodies in an orgy scene.

You don’t have to be a diva devotee of Wonder Woman or Emma Frost to appreciate Glamazonia. Just love for wicked humor! Look for Glamazonia at your comic shop or go to Northwest Press for more info and also download a 30 page preview or to Glamazonia’s official site which has it, too!

This review was based on a complimentary PDF copy though I had already ordered the book in October (and cleared a spot in my cramped bookcases) through G-Mart, my local comic shop.

Addendum:

Cisgender. Trans ally. Entitled. Privileged. Ableist. CAFAB. CAMAB. FAAB. MAAB. These and other words and phrases were brought to the forefront for me recently when a person contacted me to express their dismay and anger regarding Glamazonia, the use of the word “tranny” in the title, and the positive review I gave the work. From this person’s point of view there was a choice of one of three options for me to do. One was to remove the review. Another was for me to give it a negative rating, and the last was to include a trigger warning.

Neither of these options were ones that I could act on. The first was censorship, which I don’t believe in. The second required that I lie about my opinion of Hall’s work. And I don’t believe in the use of trigger warnings. As an alternative, I offered the idea of this person writing an opinion piece in response to the character and Hall’s use of the word in question to which the review would link. I also offered, which I did, to make Hall aware of this person’s thoughts and comments. As best I can tell, my suggestion was ignored in the subsequent reply which also contained a link for Hall to a blog post in which the author discussed the hurt and damage of “cisgender intent”. As I passed that along to him I began to wonder if this was a situation in which I’d be stuck in the middle, which reminded me of the dysfunctional way my parents and family members have long communicated. In turn I informed this person that I couldn’t comply with any of their suggestions and their reply was to inform all the people they know of this.

Should I have engaged in emails more with this person? Perhaps. Should I have been less terse? Yes, though I believe no amount of word dress up would alter their opinion, which wasn’t a goal on my part. Do I believe for this person that the word in question creates or reminds of some traumatic experience? I do and I also know that to say hurting anyone was and is not my intent will be considered by this person and possibly you reading this now as an example of cisgender intent and privilege. I am sorry they were hurt, hurt by the word, by the meaning and ugliness and violence attached to it by meanspirited people in the cis world aimed at them and others.  And to clarify, my references to this person in gender/ name unspecific terms is not an attempt to dehumanize them. I simply do not know how they identify and present themselves.

Words and symbols which have horrible, painful meanings can be reclaimed, though the effort is not always successful. The pink triangle, part of a whole coding system for undesirables, was a symbol to mark homosexuals in Nazi Germany and occupied countries. It was taken back. There was a time when the word fag was used by some gay men to describe themselves. Howard Cruse put the word in his characters’ mouths in his Wendel comic strip in the 1980s. The word is widely considered to be a slur now and is off limits. Is a cisgendered person allowed to help reclaim this word from being a slur? The answer will depend on your point of view and perhaps the person, and in this instance, the work in question.

So this feels like a rock and a hard place situation in which, on one hand, I think Hall’s work is good and understand that he’s had interactions and relationships with variously self-identifying people in the San Francisco Trans community — two out trans creators contributed their work to this book — and alienating and hurting one person in particular and likely others. And even this smacks of ableism, entitlement, and cisgender intent.

Below is a verbatim copy of an afterward by Hall from his book. Would this have made any differnce to have originally included it my review?

“About the word ‘tranny…’

The word is a tricky one.

From the mouths of bigots and assholes, it’s undeniably a hate word. Even coming from well-meanin folk, it can be clumsy and insensitiv. And yet, as with the word ‘queer’,it’s been reclaimed by many as a term of empowerment and humor.

Where I come from, the queer underground of San Francisco, ‘tranny’ is used by everyone from trans women and trans men to third genders, cross-dressers, drag queens, drag kings, faux queens, and other gender queers and gender radicals. The Uncanny Super-Tranny is meant to stand alongside such creations as the Tranny Film Fest, Tranny Road Show, Tranny Fag Health Project and Trannyshack.

Glamazonia the Uncanny Super-Tranny is intended as a work of (at times sarcastic) humor, and ultimately a celebration of the compokex, wondeful, and fascinating mosiac of queer identities and expressions.”

Gina Kamentsky

Sunday, October 10th, 2010

This interview originally appeared in Prism Comics Guide to LGBT Comics 2003 edition.

Gina Kamentsky is the creative soul behind the comic strip T-Gina, which she describes as “the tale of a fabulous Transgendered gal and her search for validation and a decent cup of coffee.”

JOE: How did the idea for the T-Gina strip originate?

GINA: Growing up I was a big fan of serial comics like “Batman” and “Buck Rogers in the 25th Century,” and work by Windsor McCay and George Herriman. Later on became consumed by “Mad Magazine,” “Plastic Man,” “Captain Marvel,” and “Archie.” My parents were very encouraging regarding art making. Drawing and creating comics was a natural activity in our house.

After Art school (Philadelphia College of Art in the late ’70s) I became a big fan of Raw magazine. Attending a presentation by Art Speigelman and reading Scott McCloud’s books inspired me to start thinking about comics as something I might one day pursue.

Put comics on the back burner until 1995 when I came out as Transsexual. Around this time there had been a few comics produced in local Transgender newsletters and national publications such as “Tapestry,” mostly one panel gag cartoons and clip art. As a Trans-woman, the steps of transitioning — having a body of knowledge which is the result of growing up socially as male yet living as a woman — makes for some interesting stories. There is so much pain in the transgender/ transsexual community; I wanted to express something else…wonder and humor.

My first comic was around 1995. “I’m a Bin” was about a young man who is convinced that he is a Rubbermaid storage bin (really!)…running a parallel to the whole silly “woman/man trapped in a man’s/woman’s body thing.”

JOE: Artists create art for a number of reasons. How does creating stories for T-Gina satisfy you? Do you find a spiritual or healing aspect in your art?

GINA: I love the scale of comics, how something so compact can be used to produce a compelling narrative. I love connecting with an audience, finding that my own issues are not that different from other folks. I find it’s a great way to deal with my own fears and issues.

JOE: What are some of the themes that you talk about in your work?

GINA: Why do we have this need to be recognized for who we are/want to be…can we exist just as easily without recognition? Personally, this concerns identity as a woman, Transsexual, artist and Jew. The rules and expectations we impose regarding gender can be very silly, it’s fun to point this out. As transgender, we strugJoee to extract ourselves from various stereotypes yet often fall into new ones. Being a transsexual woman involves issues that are universal, everyone is transitioning in some way…Why this fixation on Matt Damon?

JOE: Have you ever surprised yourself while exploring gender identity in your strips?

GINA: In issue #1, Gina had a conversation with her penis about how it would be affected by Gender Reassignment Surgery. This was a good way to come to terms with a somewhat scary process. I like to use Gina to express the more gender transgressive part of me, in reality I’m more conservative and happy to blend in.

JOE: There’s a great sense of playfulness in your work. Would you like to discuss this playful quality, and its importance to you?

GINA: Besides producing T-Gina, I invent toys for kids, create kinetic sculpture, teach art, create animation, play upright bass. Playfulness infuses everything I do, even cooking!

JOE:
What understanding would you like for people to have after they’ve read about the adventures of T-Gina?

GINA: Be brave, have fun, throw out the stupid rulebooks, make love!

Visit the home of T-Gina.

Three

Friday, August 27th, 2010

Joey Alison Sayers, Eric Orner, and Robert Kirby
Rob Kirby Comics
$6.25

Three is the title of a new comics anthology featuring the work of LGBT writers and artists. If “three” seems like an odd title for a comic, editor Kirby reflects on the ways this simple number saturates our lives: three Fates; three wishes; past, present, future; beginning, middle, end; and of course, the phrase “queer as a three dollar bill.” To his list I would add something Lao Tzu wrote in the Tao Te Ching (who, just to clarify, is not some long lost, never-seen-on-panel relative of I Ching, mentor to Wonder Woman during her Kung Fu days):

Tao produced the One.
The One produced the two.
The two produced the three.
And the three produced the ten thousand things.

How’s that for a hoity toity reference? I may have just piqued the curiosity of gay spandex-loving readers and lost them a split second later. Let’s hope not because Three is deserving of your attention. My only reason for including these lines by Lao Tzu is to show that even a long dead philosopher knows the importance of “three” out of which all things are made possible.

But how does three apply to Three, you ask? Simple. Three stories in one comic, done this first time out by three people: Joey Alison Sayers, Eric Orner, and Robert Kirby. Orner’s name should be familiar to many from his long running strip The Mostly Unfabulous Life of Ethan Green. Likewise, Kirby should be best known for his Curbside Boys strip and Boy Trouble anthologies that saw life as both an indy comic and two collections from Green Candy Press. I shouldn’t admit this, but Sayers, known for her Thingpart strip, was unknown to me aside from vaguely recalled references to said strip. That was remedied by a visit to her site and clicking around to get a better feeling. One of the things about anthologies is to introduce different creators to readers, so mission accomplished there!

Several years back I rented Yossi and Jagger, Eytan Fox’s film about two Israeli soldiers having a secret love affair. It was my sudden awareness of my ignorance about anything gay in Israel that made me curious when I came across it at the video store (how 1999 is that?). Flash forward to recently when I stumbled across Men of Israel for a very >ahem< different spin on gay men in Israel. Eric Orner’s Weekends Abroad is another take on life and culture in that country, ostensibly through his own eyes as I learned through a little search that Orner’s recently lived in Israel to work on a project. Being Jewish doesn’t mean he fits in with Israeli or Jewish society as it’s expressed there. It certainly doesn’t help matters that he doesn’t understand Hebrew thanks to an incident involving, of all things, Wyler’s Lemonade. This is especially true for him in more devout Jerusalem where he works and less so in modern and gay friendly (or friendlier) Tel Aviv where he escapes. More than not fitting in, he doesn’t want to fit in and this attitude ensures that hijinks ensue from getting on the wrong Tel Aviv bound bus whose only stop is three (there’s that number again) miles out of his way, to a hook up gone south, and early morning meanderings through unfamiliar neighborhoods. Oddly enough it’s this unexpected wandering through Tel Aviv’s mostly empty streets that he finally develops a connection after spotting the person responsible for some curious English graffiti with which he’s been mildly obsessed. Coming across this person who simultaneously negotiates and participates in life both differently and as an outsider brings him to a similar understanding and acceptance.

Orner’s style here is a pleasant surprise, which is not meant as a backhanded compliment regarding his work on the Ethan Green strip. In general it’s more detailed but not overworked. From an artist point of view I’d say that Orner had a lot of fun being freed up from any constraints artists have working on the same characters over a strip’s lifetime. Figures have more detail and unique characteristics and the scenes in which they live and interact are highly evocative of a distinct place. Creating that kind of impression isn’t as easy as you may think. Orner works in black, white, grey tones, and light yellow, a combination that works surprisingly well. This is the same approach Orner is using in his bigger project about his observations while living in Israel that you can see samples of here and here. After reading this story and those samples I’ve realized how my perceptions of Israel and its people have been affected by myopic evangelical Christian notions of the country being the Holy Land. It may be true in a sense, but those ideas are frozen in abstract, subjective fantasies reluctant to admit the greater reality. In any case this larger outsider as observer project has me quite curious to read it.

Number One by Sayers is a short piece about the perils of having to pee when out in public. For sure it’s an odd topic and I bet you don’t usually think about it if only because you may be a guy and, guys, shall we say, have easier options when nature calls. Unfortunately women don’t have that advantage. Sayers’ treats her doppelganger’s situation with humor. Now the story functions on this level just as is, but there’s a deceptive simplicity at work here when you take into account that Sayers is M2F transsexual who negotiated the world in a body that didn’t match her innate gender identity. Considering this, Number One becomes a gentle and celebratory slice of her new life.

Kirby’s Freedom Flight revisits Drew, one of his main characters from Curbside Boys. It’s been several years since I enjoyed the experience of reading the two Curbside collections back to back and I remember relating to Drew in several aspects. Kirby visits Drew’s adolescence in a brief flash back, and now it seems I relate to Drew in a couple other ways. Drew the child used to hide from adults sometimes to eavesdrop on adults. Only my “hiding” was in plain sight, pretending to do kid things, and it amazed me to hear what adults talked about when they thought I wasn’t paying attention. He also dreamt of flying away on a plane from “everything.” Clearly Drew had some heavy stuff going on as a kid. My mode of travel was by hopping one of the freight trains that came down tracks near one house we lived in. But you’re not reading this to learn stuff about my messed up childhood, are you?

Flash forward to 1994 and Drew’s in his 20s, the boytoy of an older professor he had for film studies. He could be happy living in New York with a boyfriend, but that listless, unsettled feeling of childhood has struck again. When Mitch ignores him again in favor of grading papers (surely one of the banes of teachers all over), Drew simply decides to quietly make a break with the clothes on his back, a little cash, and Visa card for which Mitch is probably the co-signer. Kirby creates an encounter with a three-legged dog that acts in a fashion like an animal spirit guide until the owner appears and bam! totemic interruptus! Anything Drew feels he might have learned from this affable canine muse is gone. And just like that, so is his compulsion to leave Mitch.

Like Sayers’ Number One, Kirby’s story has a lot more going on beneath the surface. Drew the 20 something is in denial over being emotionally handicapped. But there’s more involving relationships, specifically how Drew sees his role. And Mitch has issues, too. While out walking, Drew wonders if Mitch will remember to take his “meds”, a phrase that clued me in to Mitch’s situation Kirby drew a little bottle labeled “AZT” a couple pages later. This is 1994 and AZT was one of only a very few HIV drugs at the time. A long life was often a coveted dream and gay men were selling life insurance policies and living it up in what little time they assumed was left them. And here Mitch sits resigned to grading papers, ignoring the company and hot and sweaty sex with a boyfriend 15 or 20 years younger, perhaps out of fear of infecting him. But he’s the perfect boyfriend for Drew because he’s clearly confused desperation, duty, and martyrdom, and a monotonous routine with love, a sense of purpose, and identity. Or perhaps I’ve just projected my philosophy regarding how living life with a chronic disease impacts relationships.

Art wise, aside from the blue, black and white color scheme, Kirby’s work here is a progression from his Curbside works. Like Orner, Kirby seems to have had fun expanding on drawing more background and scene elements giving a sense of animation.

Ask me what happened in some superhero comic I might’ve read a couple weeks ago and I’d be hard pressed to tell you. Too many are like the comics version of self-gratification. These three stories though, they’ve gotten into my head. sat down and stayed a while. I’ve even watched another Eytan Fox movie, The Bubble.  Good job, you three!

Three can be purchased at Robert Kirby’s website . Shipping is quite reasonable. People on tap for the next issue are Machael Fahy, Jennifer Camper, David Kelly, Craig Bostick, Sina Shamsavari, and Jon Macy.

Other links of interest:

My friends François Peneaud and Sean McGrath have also reviewed Three. Read their thoughts here and here.

Visit Ethan Green’s website and head over to Joey Alison Sayres’ spot on the interwebs.

Boy Trouble volume 1 and volume 2 (with preview pages) are available from Amazon.

Glyph

Sunday, July 11th, 2010

Glyph is a cabin mate of sorts with Halo Jones and Toy Molto aboard the star ship E.S.S. Clara Pandy, by which I mean Glyph simply seems to have just barely come to their attention, as there’s a rather forgettable air and appearance. When Halo and Toy do finally address their “guest”, Toy (and later Halo) refers to “it” rather than he or she in a clumsy way to bypass Glyph’s gender ambiguity, which is illuminated when Glyph reveals “I remember I started off as a girl. That much I’m certain of…or maybe I started out as a boy. Never mind–it doesn’t really matter.” Glyph proceeds to recount that her/his original gender caused unhappiness and underwent a “total body remould” and within months regretted the change. Glyph admits to having 47 body remoulds over the span of five years, and because of all the physical and psychological changes could no longer remember his/her birth gender. In the process all trace of personality had been erased and she/he began to turn into a non-entity, losing jobs, a home, and interaction with society. Glyph learned how to use the newly acquired anonymity to survive by walking unquestioned into people’s home for food and eventually stowing aboard the Clara Pandy for a change of pace.

Glyph reappears a couple chapters later as Halo is on a mission which will have unforseen consequences years later. That mission is to find a rat to replace the dying member of a symbiotic “rat king” group intelligence. Thanks to Glyph’s demeanor, it’s an easy task to walk up and grab one for Halo.

In a subplot whose details are largely irrelevant to this entry, Glyph sacrifices her/his life to save Halo and Toy from being mauled and killed by Toby, Halo’s robotic dog companion. Glyph manages this by opening a barrel of flammable liquid in the path of the smoking cybernetic canine and creating an explosion. In keeping with the theme, Halo asks Toy if they’re dead and she replies that nobody died today.

Glyph was created by Alan Moore and appeared in The Ballad of Halo Jones Book 2 (published in 2000 AD Progs#406-415) and is part of the trade collection The Complete Ballad of Halo Jones.

© 2001 Rebellion Publishing. All rights reserved.

Skyppi the Skrull

Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

Contributed by Ronald Byrd

Although born “physically unsuitable” for combat, Skyppi serves the Skrull Empire as a maintenance worker for two centuries before fleeing to avoid being sent to a termination center, where Skrulls who are old and no longer “useful” are slain. Skyppi’s unspecified “unsuitability” for

combat leads one to wonder if the Skrull militia has some of the same restrictions as that of the United States. Finding haven on the planet Deniciere in the Orion Galaxy [sic], Skyppi assumes the identity of a beautiful human named Shasha and does well as a fashion model until inadvertently exposed by the Greek god Hercules and his robot sidekick the Recorder in 2385. Skyppi joins the adventuring pair and, despite his quirks such as a preferance to assume female forms, including that of a little girl, to avoid anti-Skrull sentiment, he becomes a valuable ally. Skyppi never displays any real romantic interest in anyone of either gender. While disguised as a green-skinned woman, he seems rather troubled by the attentions of the amorous Eternal Starfox,but his preference for feminine form is at least suggestive. Moreover, when the Recorder comments that Hercules does quite well at romancing women, Skyppi responds, “To tell you the truth, tin-britches…I wouldn’t know!”


Like most Skrulls, Skyppi has the power to assume any form that he can imagine, whether humanoid, animal, or inanimate. He travels alongside Hercules and the Recorder in the enchanted chariot of Apollo, drawn by flying carnivorous horses.

Skyppi first appeared in Hercules #1, vol. 2, set in known space of the 24th century. This was during the early period of Jim Shooter’s duties as Marvel editor-in-chief. In light of the recent revelation that Hercules and Northstar hooked up it makes you wonder if Hercules and Skyppi might’ve done the same.

It should be noted that Skyppi’s gender bending appeared decades before Xavin and Karolina Dean became star crossed loves in Runaways and Wiccan and Hulkling became boyfriends in Young Avengers.

Update: Skyppi has most recently appeared in Bob Layton’s 2010 Hercules: Twilight Of A God mini series. Based on a cursory look through issues to date Skyppi seems to appear only in his original Skrull form and male gender.

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Dr. Druid & Sepulchre

Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

Contributed by Ronald Byrd

Doctor Druid’s (Anthony Ludgate) heroic career reaches back several decades, when the sorcerer known as the Ancient One awoke and augmented Druid’s innate mystic powers; relatively little about Druid’s long career has been revealed, although it is known that decades ago he led a group of adventurers called the Monster Hunters, and in modern times he has worked alongside various better known super-heroes, including Doctor Strange and the Avengers, although he betrayed the latter team due to the manipulation of the villainous Terminatrix. In recent years, while lecturing at the University of San Francisco, Druid met student Jillian Woods and sensed an innate psychic link between them, ultimately discovering that the two had been lovers centuries ago, in previous incarnations during the time of King Arthur, when a wandering Celtic alchemist fell in love with a Christian English noblewoman, only to be slain by her family. However, against expectations, it out that David was the English noblewoman and Jillian the male alchemist; this is a rather metaphysical variation of transsexuality, one that believers in reincarnation might say is common to most if not all people, but such an example has rarely arisen in comic book history.

Unfortunately, the pair’s modern-day incarnations ultimately fare little better than their earlier ones. When Jillian is accidentally slain by a mystic artifact’s power, Druid channels her soul into a new mystic body, granting her supernatural shadow-powers. Using first the name Shadowoman, then Sepulchre, Jillian aids Druid in repelling various threats, a responsibility that is increased when Druid is, against his will, granted the power to foresee upcoming mystical disasters, which he battles with the aid of periodic gatherings of “Secret Defenders.” However, Sepulchre grows resentful of her non-human existence, and after a particularly grueling clash, Druid fakes his own death in order to encourage her to start a new life free of additional mystic entanglements. Alas, he later becomes corrupted by either insanity or evil—actually, by “dark” writer Warren Ellis—and is ultimately slain by the half-demon Hellstorm, hardly a suitable end for such a veteran super-hero.

Throughout most of his career Doctor Druid’s super-powers consisted of telepathy, mesmerism, illusion-casting, psychokinesis, limited precognition, and the manipulation of the inherent mystic energies within certain objects; in his final, more dangerous incarnation he possessed stronger but less clearly defined magical powers. Sepulchre is composed of mystical “shadow-matter” which enables her to fly, project darkness, and alter her body to a limited extent.

Druid and Sepulchre are based in Boston. Druid has been an adventurer, occult expert, lecturer, author, former psychiatrist and explorer. Woods was also an adventurer, former graduate student and holder of various low-paying jobs. They were arguably outed in Secret Defenders #16.

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