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...need a stock of, say, 20 people who would go to bat for you, so that you're not the only person who shows up to poster in the Yard," Stewart says...
...explode in your face like a computer at midnight on New Year's Day 2000. Aggression seems truly to be the key to defusing the ticking time-bomb of yuppie angst. This is obvious in Fight Club: the entire movie is centered around the premise that yuppie poster boy Edward Norton finds escape from his micromanaged world only when he is pounding someone else to a pulp with his bare hands. Everything is frenetic, violent, and rough-cut in retaliation against the stuffy conformity of yuppie existence: in this angst-ridden world, movies have violent spurts of hardcore pornography, people...
Contrary to Davidson and Boni-Saenz, we have not forgotten the "pain and uncertainty" of being the closet; that pain produces posters like "fuck you, I'm positive not poisonous" and "St. Sebastian: the first fag in the military." That pain motivates our anger in an unjust world. I hate that our posters embarrass some closeted people but a) don't assume other closet queens don't love them (I still have my poster of RuPaul giving the camera the finger from my middle school locker), b) don't assume closeted people don't engage in naughty sex acts themselves...
Underneath the poster blitz, if anyone bothered to read our literature, this BGLTSA works on wonderfully substantive programming that includes volunteer work at local high schools and gay rights organizations, fighting harassment in first-year dorms, the renewal of a long-dead support group on coming out, the promotion of queer studies, phat dances, art shows and speaking events. We are more than silly sensationalists, silly, masturbatory fags and dykes out to put our egos and personal pathologies on display. Idealistic, perhaps, in our desire to screw the world, but alive, angry and proud...
...explode in your face like a computer at midnight on New Year's Day 2000. Aggression seems truly to be the key to defusing the ticking time-bomb of yuppie angst. This is obvious in Fight Club: the entire movie is centered around the premise that yuppie poster boy Edward Norton finds escape from his micromanaged world only when he is pounding someone else to a pulp with his bare hands. Everything is frenetic, violent, and rough-cut in retaliation against the stuffy conformity of yuppie existence: in this angst-ridden world, movies have violent spurts of hardcore pornography, people...