Saturday, August 17, 2013

summer loving

"She's a real carpenter's dream - flat as a board and needs a screw!"


Did everyone see that business about  The Lonely Doll book in Famke Jansen's bedroom last week?  Of course you did.  I just love when news stories exist in a frequency that only gays can hear.  I'm still not over it!  Poor thing.  Between this and Bryan Singer's refusal to take her calls for a Jean Grey reprieve on top of that unmentionable Netflix show, Famke is having a rough year.  If you see her on the street, be sure to smile warmly.


There's a movie Famke should watch to get through this difficult time; a comfort movie that, much like The Lonely Doll and the early mid-90s work of Meryl Streep, operates on a frequency only we gays can here.

The day has finally come.
I'm ready to talk about Sleepaway Camp.


In 1996, I was picked by my high school to attend "Boys State."  To date, this is the closest I've ever come to camping.  While other young gays would have been titilated by the idea of living in an abandoned dormitory in the middle of the woods with a hundred other teenage boys, this was not a golden moment for Jeffrey .


Lucky for me, years of horror movies had taught me the importance of keeping a low profile and hiding my candy. Equipped with an Epipen, my Original Broadway Cast recording of Rent and a pound bag of Twizzlers, I was prepared.   I spent the days writing in my journal and working on my highlights under the country sun.  I wish I could tell you more about my lost week in the woods, but that was the period in which I insisted on writing in my diaries in French.  Your guess is as good as mine.   Setting my alarm to shower at 2am when the other boys were asleep, I made it through the week unscathed.

"What are you, queer or somethin'?"


My Boys State experience would have had a completely different ending had I been fortunate enough to attend a Sleepaway Camp.  Thirty years before we were all free to be you and me, Camp Arawak was a progressive camp for LGBT teenagers nestled away in upstate New York.  The boys at Camp Arawak would spend their days playing ball, frolicking in the lake, exploring each other's bodies, sharing their fashions and exposing their pre-pubescent nuttage to hostile lesbians.  Imagine a camp where midriff tops and short shorts are mandatory!  Heaven.  If only we had one of these in Boston - maybe I wouldn't be so averse to the idea of communal showers. 


"Wait 'til i get my hands on you."


Mind you, there's a big difference between aloof and negative.  While I may not have spoken to anyone, I had a fabulous time at the Lord of the Flies retreat for upwardly mobile teens.  But not everyone's so easy to please.  I don't have to rewatch Boys in the Band to remember that there's a pooper at every party - that one messy kid whose insecurity and sexual repression invariably manifests itself in homicidal behavior.  In the case of Sleepaway Camp, this bad egg was a preoperative T-girl named Angela.


You see, Angela has been carrying around a whole world of emotional distress because she lost one of her gay dads and her twin sister in a boating accident when she was a toddler.  It takes a lot for Angela to open up to people.  She wasn't the camping type.  Having nothing to do all summer, she tagged along with her gay cousin.  The other campers went out of their way to include Angela, to make her feel comfortable and popular.  Well, everyone except the lesbians, but you know how girls can be.


This was before Unique was getting all the good songs on Glee and teaching America about gender politics.  1983 was a completely different time for gay parents of Trans children.  After the accident, Angela's surviving gay dad couldn't cope so he left her to be raised by his borderline sister.  Tragic.  The staff of the GLBT camp didn't have a lot of experience in dealing with preoperative trans kids and a few mistakes were made.  Long story short, it didn't end well for some of the kids and there's no longer any such camp in New York or elsewhere.


Much like William Friedken's Cruising, I can't decide if Sleepaway Camp is remarkably regressive or years ahead of its time.  But who cares?  This movie has it all... Fake mustaches.  Bare torsos.  Child molestation.  Ample nuttage.  A closing credits love theme!!  Buy a copy and save yourself all the agony of underarm staph infections and bear attacks.

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