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Men in Frocks by Kris Kirk and Ed Heath – a gay book review by Stella Mahon

06/08/2021 By ACOMSDave Leave a Comment

 

Men in FrocksThe title says it all, really,  Men in Frocks.  A frock, as any woman will tell you, is quite different from a dress.  Drags of any kind wear frocks, the women of the western world, for the most part, wear dresses if they wear dresses at all.

The authors of this book are aware of this distinction.  When talking of two male-to-female transexuals they freely admit that Roz and Tish ‘do not sit comfortably in a book with (this) title’.  But they are included in a brief chapter on TV/TS, where I read something which was the exact opposite to my own feelings. 

…’TSs also are often accused of perpetuating fantasy female stereotypes and some people see them as Fifth Columnists who seek to undermine the struggle of women to right the imbalance of power between sexes.’ …

I had to check it – did the authors write TSs or TVs at the beginning of that sentence?  For they were actually saying something I had always felt about transvestites (AND most drag artists).  There were the men who projecting the image of women as sexual objects, who wanted to pass for women, be whistled at.  Who negated in a way that your ordinary straightforward hetman did not, the whole challenge that women have been flinging in society’s face for years.  In a way that challenge which I offer to a society which would put me in a particular niche (comfortable for it), and which I offer with my mind and lifestyle, a transexual is offering with his or her body also.

But the debate about TV/TS forms only part of this book.  Much of it, indeed most of it, is a history of the drag scene, whether on stage or off, complete with photos of this one and that one doing his drag thing.  As such it occasionally bored me a little bit. but as it moved away from the post-war years and the big drag shows, through individuals and into more modern times my interest picked up.  The chapter on ‘The Red Drag Queen’ is a case in point.  Back in 1970, when their story began as it were, I knew nothing of any gay scene, was still married and only vaguely aware of my own sexual make-up, slightly more aware of me as a woman.  So the history of that period – albeit from a ‘drag ‘ angle – caught my attention more than any other with the notion that many men – gay men, for the most part, if not the whole part – used drag as a political statement.  With their dress, used on particular occasions, not simply as a fun activity, they were ‘showing solidarity with women by ridiculing the idea of beauty objects.  It e3xpanded to a political statement on their own behalf, within GLF in London when they as well as the women members felt intimidated by the men who did most of the talking – gay men, who, ‘although prepared to pay lip-service to anti-sexism, were as dominating and aggressive as the archetypal heterosexual men’.  They became the Radical Feminists – Rad Fems for short – of GLF, would you believe.  Some had come to realise that ‘women were right about drag.  They never put down drag per se, but they put down the men who got into low cut dresses (Frocks, surely?) false books, the fantasy Hollywood stereotype’.  But we began to realise that there were ways of using drag … it’s a way of giving up the male power role … Oh yes, Kirk and Heath are correct in assuming as they do in this chapter, that such activity would today be criticized for ridiculing women,  You want to reject male power, give up that role?  So what’s the best way of doing that?  Live it in your life?  Preach it?  Oh no, as the outward sign of self-denial, you, as a man, take on the trappings of the one group of people who are universally at the receiving end of male power.  Instead of standing up and hitting out in your own right you tacitly acknowledge, by using a female image, the position of women, using the image of the so-called ‘weaker sex’ to say ‘up yours’ to the ones who parade the power.  If that is not perpetuating the rolebase of our lives, I don’t know what is.  Still, Kirk and Heath do say that ‘the Rad Fems’, like many others from GLF have come out of the experience older and wiser.

It has begun to change, hasn’t it?  I have no doubt that drag in all its old-fashioned (in more ways than one) sense continues.  Danny La Rue is still inexplicably, popular and that mostly with women.  but, as the book points ut Boy George is doing in the eighties what David Bowie did in the seventies – clothing himself how he pleases, and that becomes his dress.  Not male, not female, ut indivual.  It is also what women have been doing for quite a time, women of feminist persuasion.  We don’t, as some of the press hacks would have it (and haven’t they had a field day with the garb of the women at Greenham) insist on ‘wearing the trousers’, for it is only to them that trousers whether of cord, denim, or worsted, are a sexual symbol of power.

The book is OK.  You’ll enjoy reading it.  but keep your political eyes open while you do so.

 

Reviewer -Stella Mahone

Original review held in Gay Start  No 16 lodged in the Linenhall Library

 

Product details

  • Publisher ‏ : ‎ GMP Publishers Ltd; First Edition (31 Oct. 1984)
  • Language ‏ : ‎ English
  • Paperback ‏ : ‎ 160 pages

Links:

  • Amazon – Men in Frocks
  • The Glass Boat
  • Gays in the 80s – Men in Frocks
  • Yvonne Sinclair – the story of TV/TS Group – Men in Frocks

Filed Under: Book Reviews, Reviews Tagged With: Boy George, Danny La Rue, David Bowie, drag queens, Ed Heath, Feminists, gay book review, Gay LIberation Front, gay men's press, GLF, GMP, Kris Kirk, LGBTQ+ Book Review, press hacks, Rad Fems, stella mahon, TSs, TVs

Book Review: Serious Pleasure

18/02/2015 By David McFarlane Leave a Comment

This review was published Spring 1991 in Gay Star and was written by Stella Mahon


It a ‘serious pleasure‘ to find lesbian sex and sexuality celebrated by those to whom they belong.  But there are problems on several levels with this book.
The Sheba Collection are only too aware of some of these and assure us in their well-considered introduction, that they discussed them at great length.  For example, one of  the things they invite us to ponder is the thinness of the differential line ‘between erotica and pornography’.  How do we cope with the fact that there are some men ‘out there’ who will inevitably use the book as a  turn-on, written as the stories and poems often are, with frank and uncompromising abandon.  Sheba obviously feel that there is a further general – and important – debate, around lesbians taking ownership of how we are represented.  And I believe that they feel that they have taken a step within that debate, challenging us to rise towards finding ‘the fine balance between political correctness and personal experience’.
And there, of course lies another possible problem, colouring how individuals are likely to react to this volume.  It is, I would guess, improbable that every lesbian will identify with all the fantasies and romps through its pages.  It is also conceivable that there might be those who fail to identify with any of it and that not merely because personal experience precludes identification but also because personal politics, which, of necessity, have a collective focus and significance, will raise too many questions.
That larger debate aside, though never forgotten, there is one further problem to be addressed in reviewing the book: are the stories and poems a good read?  Disappointment will not be yours if all you want to do is absorb and react to many and varied visions of lesbian sex in full flow.  On that level, the stories are indeed a good read.  Some are headily passionate, others questing and sometimes finding.  Yet others are sheer fun, one, in particular Parting Gift by MIndy Meleyal with punchline which almost takes the breath away.
But is it wrong to want more than that level of expectation grants?  Does writing erotica have to mean, as it sometimes does here, that quality – of language, of story construction, of character creation – has to go by the board?  The essence of many of the stories is most definitely ‘grunt and thrust’, and that occasionally quite aggressively so.  (I am thinking on particular of the poem by Storme Webber, Like a Train).  There were occasions when I felt that what mattered was not the characters, but how quickly they could be got into bed or under the shower, so as not to lost space for exhaustively describing them at it.  As if the only vital thing is the fantasy.  Perhaps it is in erotica and I am looking at this book from a completely wrong premise.
But then, you see, not all of the book is like that.  Cherry Smith’s Crazy about Mary Kelly is a case in point.  Not that it is devoid of what I have called ‘grunt and thrust’.  But the presence of sexual desire and its fulfilment serves Cherry’s characters, helping to make them and their angers, fears and needs recognisable.  How they are together physically mirror their individual emotions and reactions to each other – and for a brief while we have the tensions of whether they will be able to grow past these to respond to each other as they need to  The story has a wholeness which some of the other lack.
And there are others which, while giving themselves over quite fully to fantasy, also carry something of universal about them.  In Ambivalance  by Tina Bays, we see before us something which most, if not all of us have expereinced – that electric insecurity of wanting and needing, which one is wary of voicing in case the other is not feeling the same way.
All in all, though I suppose I did feel rather overshelmed by the experience of reading this book.  I think I felt rather like the speaker in the last piece in the book – a poem of Cheryl Clarke (whose work as represented in Serious Pleasure is worth the folling up and I intend to).  I’m almost convinced that Sheba Collective, aware of the possibility of many shell-shocked readers, deliberately put this poem last, in a moment of wry humour, to slow things down, and bring other perspectives to bear.
Here it
is:

Sexual Preference by Cheryl Clarke

I’m a queer lesbian

Please don’t go down on me down yet

I do not prefer cunnilingus

(There’s room for me in the movement.)

Your tongue does not have to prove its prowness

there

to me

now

or

even on the first night

Your mouth all over my body

then there

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