So, it was pride this weekend. And I was delighted to see my sandwich was celebrating too. A rainbow of lettuce, guacamole, bacon and tomato.
We’ve seen it all before, of course. Back in the 1970s, as usual, when it was transgressive. Like vegetarianism. Like mindfulness/meditation. Like climate change protests and global warming with the the sun zooming in, Joe.
So, what should we sing if we’re glad to be gay, Tom? Or bi, or queer, or polymorphously perverse?
‘Plucked her eyebrows on the way, shaved her legs and he was a she.’
This story is about Holly Woodlawn, a transgender actress and former Warhol superstar, who appeared in Warhol movies such as Trash (1970) and Women in Revolt (1972) and became one of the first American transgender celebrities. According to her autobiography, A Low Life in High Heels, Holly Woodlawn ran away from her home in Miami, Florida, for New York City after her parents discovered she was a gay man (not a transgender woman). In 1963, at the age of fifteen, Holly took a Greyhound bus to Georgia and then hitchhiked the rest of the way to New York City.
‘She walked like a woman and talked like a man.’
Ray Davis has claimed that he was inspired to write “Lola” after Kinks manager Robert Wace spent a night in Paris dancing with a transgender woman. However, Mick Avory claimed that the song was inspired by his frequenting of transgender bars in west London.
Even the Beatles and Jojo back in the 1960s, you know.
So, capitalism jumps on the pink pound bandwagon and makes a buck. All in a good cause. When they’re selling t-shirts you know you’ve been embraced by the man. And you’re gonna pay.
What would Bowie say, I wonder. He’d take it in his stride say he’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl, and Keep your mouth shut, you’re squawking like a pink monkey bird!!!!!!!!!!!!!!