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If you check Seven Days (sevendaysvt.com) or the Advocate online (which cribs from Seven Days) this week, you know that Vermont’s venerable lesbigaytran newspaper, which just attained drinking age this year, is dead.
Or at least comatose and not expected to recover.
Disclosure: Yours truly was the paper’s longest-serving editor (four years, Feb. 2002-Feb. 2006).
It’s not like there are no gay issues left to cover: there will be a push for “equal marriage” in the legislature during this biennium; the gender identity bill (vetoed by the Gov. based on bogus “concerns”) needs revisiting. It’s not like faggots and dykes aren’t still threatened, especially away from what passes in Vermont for urban centers of “tolerance” if not embrace. It’s not like the dailies and weeklies are doing such a bang-up job covering our issues.
So why? Assimilation might be a small part of the answer after the jump.
Unless you’re gay or used to like to hang out at gay bars, you may not know that there are no gay bars left in Vermont. There were three at one point: in Bellows Falls (under several names, including the Rainbow Cattle Company, most recently the Rainbow Lounge), Burlington (Pearls, more recently 135 Pearl), and for a couple of years in Rutland (Shooka Dooka’s).
And there’s part of the problem. Gay papers elsewhere depend heavily on advertising revenue from bars and liquor distributors for income. Vermont never had enough gay bars — or enough truly urban polities to support them — to make that happen.
And now there are none.
Is the demise of the bars attributable to the same factors as the demise of the newspaper commonly known as OITM?
Did they die from the erasure of a distinct identity because it was based on oppression and discrimination that have now faded away? Is assimilation the secret weapon of homophobes?
Okay, that last is over the top. But what happens when the gay folks who just want to be treated like everyone else get their wish? What happens when the necktie gays and lipstick lesbians successfully fade into the background mass of the middle class? When the gender of their significant others is as significant as the college from which they got their undergraduate degrees?
Assimilation.
And the marginalization of queers who don’t pass: The pierced and punk, the faery and fey, the flamboyant and fiery, the leather-clad and lascivious.
That, after all, was the primary argument for nondiscrimination laws and state recognition of partnerships, a kind of logical double-think: We’re the same as you, except for this one thing we can’t help. [There have been long and heated debates about the origin of same-gender sexual and affectional affiliation, whether nature, nurture, or choice, but I’m not going into that here.]
Assimilation is viewed as “healthy,” a consummation devoutly to be wished. It’s the melting-pot American dream. According to the American ethos, it’s what all immigrants should aspire to: lose the accent, wear ‘American’ clothes, maybe even change the name to something that sounds less ‘foreign.’
Once upon a time there were ethnic newspapers and clubs; the last one I knew about was the German Club in Burlington. They were places of refuge where folks could gather and relax, speak the language, be reasonably assured that their body language and idioms would be understood without explanation, reconnect with where they came from and feel effortlessly at home.
As those folks aged and died, their children felt no need of such a gathering place. The clubs reinvented themselves or died out; the newspapers just died out (with the exception of Spanish-language papers).
Gay bars and OITM were like that too. Maybe they’ve gone away because a utopia of acceptance has arrived in Vermont six years after civil unions, and no gay man who misreads another man’s gestures will be beaten outside the bar. But I doubt it.
Assimilation didn’t save Germany’s Jews from annihilation. It won’t save queers, however well-disguised, from second-class citizenship enforced as a matter of law and policy. Log Cabin Republicans, gay Republican Reps, and high ranking gay staffers of Republican members of Congress have made zero difference in the Republican Party’s support for laws that make us permanently unequal.
I wish I could end this on a high note, with hope and optimism like that I wrote about during the campaign, but I’m a Democrat in a county where at least half the Democratic legislative delegation would vote against equal marriage. I do have hope that my being here, being known, and attending occasional events with my partner will help them make the connection between their votes and my life. But without OITM, it doesn’t feel like being equal, it doesn’t feel like assimilation; it feels like having no voice to speak, no ears to hear.
This is by no means a complete discussion of reasons for OITM’s departure. It was a nonprofit, depending on declining grants and donations. It had a poorly paid staff for only the last 6 years of its existence — before that, it was all-volunteer. It suffered from the same economic effects as other print newspapers have. Its economic base is — was — Chittenden County, which is the biggest polity in Vermont and the most tolerant; when the money folks there stopped seeing a need, they dumped the rest of us overboard, too.
Perhaps the loss of OITM in print will catapult someone into the blogoshpere with a distinctly Vermont gay voice. That’s something to hope for, but it benefits only those who have broadband access, who probably have already been connecting online to other gay news sources. The rest of our brothers and sisters out in the boonies have lost their lifeline.
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