Archive Diving: Yellowstone Musings

I’ve been in the publishing business for 12 years; more if you count college magazines and even longer if you take my summer camp newspaper into account, which you should.… That said, I’ve written on every topic under the sun: murder, arson, album releases, restaurant openings; I’ve interviewed celebrities and presidential candidates; I’ve waxed on addiction, recovery, grief… Sometimes even happiness! Due to the hyper-frenetic nature of the internet, however, many of those pieces are read and forgotten, lost in the digital past.

This Out magazine piece, “Rocky Mountain, Brights and Darks,” is one such piece, and I’m linking it here as the inaugural entry in a sporadic feature called “Archive Diving,” in which I briefly revive a favorite article, blurb or aside from my editorial past.

Here’s a snippet:

Orion and his belt were up there, and so were the dippers, big and little. And if my rudimentary astronomy can be trusted, I saw Gemini. Or one of half-of it, at least. I felt lost in it all, so small and insignificant: the emotions appropriate for staring into such an abyss. Then, in another part of the expansive sky, a strange star caught my eye. Did it flicker with recognition? I don’t think so, no, but it made me think about how thankful I am to know nightfall. Without darkness, there would be no stars at all.

It was very emo, but also, I think, quite lovely.

Black Lesbians in the 1920s, a Quick Review

The great migration of American black people from the South to the North coincided with a general urbanization of America: a trend of people, all people, hightailing it from rural environs and decamping in concrete jungles. These mass movements led to all sorts of cross-cultural fusions and new freedoms of assembly, and this was especially true for LGBT people who now saw and met and loved other people like themselves. After years of thinking they were the only one, they found groups of like-minded friends.

These two trends — black migration and LGBT awakenings — are explored in Cookie Woolner’s recent Process piece, “’Have We a New Sex Problem Here?’ Black Queer Women in the Early Great Migration.” Here’s a snippet:

By the 1920s, black lady lovers had more places to meet one another than ever before, such as the popular entertainment industry, which encompassed segregated forms of black vaudeville, the spectacle of black musicals, and the rapidly expanding market for “race records”—later renamed “rhythm and blues.”

Popular performing women like Bessie Smith and Ethel Waters (pictured)  subtly hailed their audiences with veiled references to homosexuality and took advantage of the privacy and liminal space of touring life to enact same-sex relationships on the road.

Beyond the stage, black lady lovers were becoming newly visible on northern city streets.

It’s a fascinating look at a population often overlooked in black, female and queer histories and you should read it.