Born to be Blown

Where are the really sex positive queer anthems? After posting my Monday music blog I continued to ruminate on the many gay/queer pop performers I knew of – from Divine to Tom Robinson, from Jobriath to Pet Shop Boys. A fairly extensive list the more I considered it. Pansy Division, Jimmy Summerville, Limp Wrist (noise rock), The Frogs (folk punk), Sylvester. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jobriath

lion in winter

Some really rock and Pansy Division does have some great in-your-pants stuff – Beer Can Boy, James Bondage – done with a sense of play. But much of what seems to get the most ‘air play’ Rufus Wainwright, KD Lange – settles into the romantic not the body.

saving mr snow banks

I suspect there is a fair amount of self-censorship going on at the same time. A need to present queer as non-threatening, just like everyone. Which is true of pretty much most pop music. Though in hip-hop there is no dearth of openly straight sex songs about loving that fine pussy, baby’s got back. There are even some out gay rappers – Big Dipper has a couple free downloads of raunch that works. http://bigdipperjelly.com

clothes quarters

I also see that one of the reason I often write pieces that are openly queer – emotionally and physically – is because I don’t hear that much of the bawdy love of the body. I want to push through those levels of shame about sex. Sometimes I do, sometimes I just get a nervous laugh and often I get people who wish I wasn’t so damn vulgar.

Born to be Blown

just wrap your lips ’round these velvet rims

and strap your hands ‘cross my engines

‘cause Daddy we were born to cum

do I have to tell you

I want to fuck you

in a song

or is that the sort of thing

you can’t say in a song

even with all the out singers

there’s still this smothering

hetero cloaking of

what queer pop performers

are willing to say

it’s fine to say

I miss you in the morning

never

I miss your morning woodie

the bed is so empty without you

is acceptable

but my mouth is so empty without you

will never make to the charts

she can sing

I long for the taste of you on my tongue

but

I long for the taste

of my pussy on your tongue

is just going to far

why are there no queer anthems like

‘Born to be Blown’

‘B-B-Bad to the Boner’

not that I want

to reduce being queer to body parts

but honey

taking the sex out of homosexual

to maintain assimilationist acceptability

gets to be boring

the empty space in the bed

isn’t as lonely

as the empty space between my legs

that you used to fill with your face

where is the chart topper

that isn’t ashamed of desire

that doesn’t hide in coy cloying

allusion

let’s bring sex back to sexy

if I have to tell you

I want to fuck you

in a song

I guess i’m going

have to write that song myself

but till I do

get your mouth a runnin’
get head on the highway
looking for adventure
in who ever comes my way

wrap your lips ’round these velvet rims

strap your hands ‘cross my engines

‘cause Daddy, sir, we were born to cum