Magazine article The Advocate (The national gay & lesbian newsmagazine)

Jubilee for Me

Magazine article The Advocate (The national gay & lesbian newsmagazine)

Jubilee for Me

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Despite a daily, strictly medicinal dose of the New York Times crossword puzzle, I do often draw huge, honking blank holes of memory. I used to fight it, but now I embrace it. I might not remember the restaurant--what we ate or who was there--but I do remember whether we had a lovely or dreadful time. Details come, details go, but impressions remain. I am an American Impressionist.

It's my 25th anniversary of performing. I'd like to do a few impressions for you.

In the early '80s I did a set at a comedy club in Los Angeles. Afterward, in his office paneled in dark wood, the manager told me, "You can't do that gay stuff." In the late '90s I did another set at that club, and a different manager whined, "I thought you were going to do more gay stuff."

At 7 A.M., in a tiny, blue-egg-cartoned radio station whose frequency could not have been heard outside a three-block radius, an interviewer began, "I love your music." I replied, "You hear it too?"

Before I clambered into the huge red boat of New York Gay Pride's grand marshal convertible, I reminded my co-marshal and fellow traveler, the activist-writer-theologian Father John McNeill, that when he was my college ethics professor he had huffed wearily that "homosexuality was nothing more than mutual masturbation." As rainbow ribbons snapped in the bright morning around us, I told him that had set me back a few years. He winced, saying, "Please forgive me." I said, "Don't let it happen again, but for your penance you're going to have to ride on the hump. …

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