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Some Notes, Thoughts, Recollections, Revisions, and Corrections Regarding Becoming, Being, and Remaining a Gay Writer
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52 Jus tin Chin I. How to Be a Gay Writer 1. Be Gay. 2. Write like a mo ther fucker. II. How to Be a Writer Who “Just Hap pens” to Be Gay, Just Hap pens as if One Ac ci den tally Stepped into a Pile of Gay, as if a Lark Pooped Gay on One’s Head 1. Be Gay. 2. Write like a mo ther fucker. 3. Ex plain to all and sun dry until their ears bleed how you’re gay but not really gay but gay. Or ad a mantly re fuse to. III. To Read These days, it’s dif fi cult to im a gine a time be fore the Inter net and its easy any time ac cess to porn. But for me as a wee pup, grow ing up in a seem ingly ster ile place like Sin ga pore in the early ’80s, where even Some Notes, Thoughts, Rec ol lec tions, Re vi sions, and Cor rec tions Re gard ing Be com ing, Being, and Re main ing a Gay Writer A Gay Writer 53 Cosmo was banned, find ing a Play boy or Play girl was nearly im pos sible. No, what pu bes cent boys—gay or not—had to set tle for were “dirty” nov els. Har old Rob bins and Sid ney Shel don were kings at that time, Tom Sharpe to a lesser de gree. What you’d do was go to a book store, find said author’s book on the shelf, and let it fall open to the places where the spine was al ready cracked, and voila! the dirty bits. This was, of course, be fore the game-changing ad vent of the Inter na tional Male Under gear cat a log. What was the first gay book that I read? I do re mem ber read ing Oscar Wilde’s fairy tales in high school, and I loved how gor geous and poig nant and tragic and heart break ing and swoony they were. There weren’t ac tu ally any Acts of Gay in those sto ries, so it’s more of a flam ing book than a gay one, really. There is an other book though, that I found it in the school li brary. But for the life of me, I can not re mem ber what it was, even as I’ve tried through the years to fig ure it out. All I re mem ber is this: The two male char ac ters mar i nate in a haze of ennui, there is an orgy of sorts, some one sticks a bot tle up his ass, the bot tle breaks and the char ac ter dies, and every one swans about being super maud lin. It might have been Coc teau (though I can’t seem to place it) or some other French writer, or pos sibly Ger man, defi nitely Eu ro pean. I do re call how the whole thing felt so il licit: read ing it late at night so no one would walk in on me, feel ing that I needed to fin ish it and re turn it be fore . . . I don’t know be fore what. As if being found in pos ses sion of that book would tele graph to the world what a big fat homo I was. And I was. IV. It Be gins I would not be the writer that I am today if not for the poet Faye Kick nos way. That is the sim ple plain truth. As a fresh man at the Uni ver sity of Hawai‘i at Manoa, I signed up for Intro to Crea tive Writ ing, pick ing the class sec tion that suited my sched ule best. And in one of those ser en dip i tous strokes of life, I ended up in Kicknosway’s class. She was tough—boy, was she ever. I was fight ing back tears after our first con fer ence, when she red lined and pointed out all the flaws in the poem I sub mit ted. But she was also en cour ag ing, and if you did good [3.149.251.155] Project MUSE (2024-04-23 14:16 GMT) Justin Chin 54 work, she let you know. Mid se mes ter, she in vited me to sit in on her upper-division class. There’re...