Clay Cane is a New York City-based writer who is recognized for his contributions in journalism. Clay is a regular contributor for various print and online publications such as The Advocate and BET.com. He is the author of the highly anticipated novel Ball-Shaped World, which is a fictionalized account of the black and Latino ballroom scene. Also, he is the Entertainment Editor at BET.com and a member of New York Film Critics Online. He can be reached at claycane@gmail.com.
In case you haven't heard, Pride in the City, New York City's black LGBT pride, which was scheduled to take place this weekend was dramatically canceled yesterday. Allegedly, Michael Roberson, P.O.C.C.’s Executive Director, was fired by the Board of Directors. Well, there goes another black gay event down the dangerously high HIV/AIDS statistics drain.Labels: COMMUNITY
Posted by Clay :: 1:15 AM ::
It's that time of the year again, Black Pride in NYC. There are a variety of events this year and Friday, August 1st I'll participate in a round table discussion, which will include Terrance Dean and Dr. Herukhuti. The event starts at 6pm. Here are the details:Labels: COMMUNITY
Posted by Clay :: 10:32 AM ::
Also, check out my review of the Girlfriends DVD over at the EDGE, a popular LGBT online magazine. The DVD is in stores today.Labels: Reviews
Posted by Clay :: 12:00 AM ::
I was not expecting a whole segment on the gays, but I figured there would be some mention of homophobia at least for a millisecond in CNN’s four-hour Black in America special.
Years ago (I’m talking about ‘90s) my partner at the time was best friends with a flamboyant, over-the-top, and stereotypical queen. He had great pride in his vicious mouth and being able to think of a quick comeback before you could reply. He was this way from the moment I met him, but suddenly he went through a pseudo masculinity phase. I don’t know where it came from, I don’t know how it happened, maybe he got chopped at too many balls, but he had this huge desire to be masculine—so he joined the Army. Great way to repress yourself, join a homosocial environment like the Armed Forces...
After some months of the Army he came back home for a few weeks, next thing I hear he is getting married—to a woman. To a woman I thought? What woman in her sane mind would marry this queen with his arched eyebrows, flawless voguing skills and someone who would repeatedly say, “I have a woman’s face.” Well, come to find out it was his other best friend, the resident “fag hag” of their group who had known him since high school, went to gay clubs with him and even counseled him during breakups.
“Why are they getting married again?” I kept asking my boyfriend. He would just shrug his shoulders, as confused as I was. Well, things got even more kooky when the girl’s family began planning the wedding—this is the same family who ALL knew he was an openly gay man. I remember sitting in their living room as they asked him to look at colors for the wedding, saying, “I’m so happy you marrying our baby girl!” Then, right in front of everyone their “baby girl” would put on a house tape (yes, I said tape!) and her soon-to-be hubby was voguing on their lavender carpet and doing a dip on the plastic covered couched! What type of delusional warp land is this, I thought.
Soon he had to go back to the army and we all drove him to the airport. He didn’t want to go; he was going to miss his friends, his fiancee and the turbo dick he got over his weeks home. Then, right as he is boarding plane, the girl got all emotional, he turned around and kissed her flat on the lips. I was disgusted! As the plane took off, she cried with her hands placed on the window… my partner and I laughed to each other through our eyes.
Of course they never married. When the marriage was called off the confused gay man was suddenly the villain, ruining everyone’s life because his “love” wasn’t sincere.
I have heard countless stories like this, of women knowing way in advance their man’s sexuality but ignoring it. Mind you, the girl here was extremely overweight (he would constantly attack her for her weight) never had a boyfriend and was obviously lonely. But can loneliness make you go that far?
Many are skillfully blinded when they are duped by someone who is closeted. However, I would love for people to examine women who stay even when the entire world and they know. Women who know a man is gay, ignores it, and blames everyone else for it when it comes out.
Are they DL or are you just blind?
Labels: Sexuality
Posted by Clay :: 11:43 AM ::
Twenty four years ago today, Vanessa Williams, the first black Miss All Jim Crow hell broke lose! We were in the Regan era, the liberalism of the seventies was shunned upon, HIV/AIDS hit, sex was naughty again, and Williams was going to pay for it. If you think Janet Jackson had it bad during "nipplegate", "pageantgate" was epic.
The media ripped Williams to shreds. They, and the
In a 1992 interview with Entertainment Weekly, Williams described her reaction to the ordeal as "frightened, overwhelmed, and in shock", but she also said, "I didn't grieve—it wasn't like a death in the family. I was more surprised than anything." She stressed, "I was 21 years old, and I couldn't believe that the nation was making a big deal over me. When you see Dan Rather talking about you, it's pretty amazing. They did public-opinion polls on me!"
The crown was given to the runner up, Suzette Charles, who was also black (and Italian). Charles is known as the second black woman to be crowned Miss
Nonetheless, Williams had the last laugh. Who remembers Suzette Charles? Who remembers any Miss America? Who remembers the Miss America from last year? Vanessa Williams losing her crown was probably the greatest thing to her career.
Ironically, the community who were skeptical of Williams in the beginning, the black community, were the first to embrace her. In 1988 she released her legendary '80's R&B album The Right Stuff, which spawned four R&B hits, including the #1 R&B hit "Dreamin'" (#8 on the Billboard Hot 100). The album was certified Gold and in 1989 she received an NAACP Award for Outstanding New Artist.
In 1991 she released The Comfort Zone, which went 3x Platinum, the album garnered endless hits like "Running Back To You" (#1 US R&B), the title track (#2 US R&B), and the classic "Save The Best For Last", which hit #1 on the R&B and Billboard Hot 100 charts. Williams said in the 1992 Entertainment Weekly interview, "I'm always sensitive about where I had my first support and that was black radio. They were great. Pop radio stations were the ones who would take potshots at me. Disrespect me. Try to make me into a novelty. I couldn't say anything, but I'd walk out the door thinking, 'That guy is a you know, never again.' You remember those things. They're little knives."
Twenty-four years after Williams' worldwide scandal she is a Grammy, Tony, and Emmy nominee, household name, queen bee of ABC's Ugly Betty—and as far as being a beauty queen, at 45 she can sit down any of these young girls!
Check out this interview with Vanessa Williams after she won Miss America. She was incredibly classy, intelligent, poised, and even threw a little shade to President Ronald Reagen.
Labels: LEGENDS
Posted by Clay :: 12:00 AM ::I grew up in immense poverty and there are no greater symbols of poverty than food stamps, government cheese and roaches... all three have been in my life at some point -- food stamps (now I see the card, which is probably a lil' less shameful than those huge, colorful stamps that were OBVIOUSLY not money -- at least you can use the card at an angle and hopefully the person behind you won't think you are a lazy, shiftless welfare recipient) and government cheese are no longer around, but roaches aren't going anywhere! Roaches are simply part of the urban poor community.
It was the 9th grade, I was in my first period music class and a stream of roaches crawled out of somebody's book bag. The entire class of thugged out boys and gangsta' girls SCREAMED, ran to the corner of the classroom like there was an axe murderer in our room. Don't ask me why we screamed...we all had roaches at home and there were several roaches at school, but just seeing those grimy insects crawling around on the floor was too much for our ninth grade spirits.
There was one girl ... she had an atrocious perm and always wore Christian conservative clothing that her mother would force on her, however, by the time she made it to first period her skirt was hiked up and three layers of clothing stuffed in her bag. She was drenched in hot coochie red and blue make-up, looking like a heat-seeking tramp with her ass cheeks out and bosoms jiggling -- of course if I saw this now I would be mortified and probably pull her to the side demanding counseling, but as a young 14 year-old gay boy she was the saucy minx at our school and the closest thing to a drag queen -- so, I loved her!
Anyway, I will never forget when she said she had so many roaches at home that she had to shake the roaches out of her panties each and every single morning. All I could see were little roaches clinging to dear life on her panties as they feel back into the drawer with their vile insects bodies gripping to another undergarment. I never looked at her panties the same way again, especially considering the whole class could get a peak once or twice a day with her trashy clothing!
I remember when my favorite cousin used to take a shower over my grandfather's house and she would always bring a pair of flip-flops with her to bathroom. One time I asked why she always brought flip-flops -- she said when the water released from the faucet roaches would storm the tub and scurry around her feet... I never took a shower there.
The most legendary roach memory I have is when I was about 15 and my father dropped me off at the neighbor's house for a barbecue. I was starving and in the heavy mood for some potato salad, ribs, mac and cheese and everything else on the "die by the time your 50" soul food diet.
The minute I got there everybody told me to go in the kitchen and get something to eat. I looked into the kitchen from the backyard and saw plates, bowls, and aluminum pans all filled with food and I'm like, "Hot damn!" With "Superstitious" by Stevie Wonder blasting through the house (whenever I hear that song I think of this story), I made my way to the kitchen ... and what I saw nearly made me vomit on myself.
There were a tsunami of roaches colonizing the entire kitchen! On the tables, on the floor, on the walls - there were so many damn roaches on the ceiling that they were falling to the floor! I couldn't comprehend why they just didn't leave the food outside ... was I the only one who saw these roaches? Somebody dashed by me, scooped up a plate of food, shook a roach off her hand and dashed back out -- Oh, hell no!
Anyone that has been to a black family barbecue knows that if you don't EAT it is highly disrespectful ... but in my teenage mind I had to take a revolutionary stand and NOT eat at the barbecue. I called my father and begged him to pick me up -- he took hours to get there while everyone at the barbecue stared at me like I was a spoiled brat because I was so "shooken" by the roaches. When my father finally arrived he proceeded to cuss me the hell out - but I didn't care! I just knew one of those roaches were baked into the mac and cheese and I was not going to be eating it!
Nowadays, especially in New York City, you have roaches in high-rise, expensive buildings ... however, being that I've been socialized and raised with them damn ghetto bugs you will NOT see roaches in my apartment. I still LIVE like I have roaches ... I still rinse off all dishware before using it, when I throw little scraps of food in the garbage I wrap it in a plastic bag first, I take out my garbage once maybe twice a day, I NEVER leave food sitting on the stove, I wash my dishes immediately ... the list goes on. Roaches are a part of the poor urban community, but that is one thing I don't miss.
Labels: STORYTELLING
Posted by Clay :: 10:13 AM ::
The fourth season of Girlfriends is in stores Tuesday, July 29th. This season includes the GLAAD nominated episode, "And Baby Makes Four", which guest starred Sandra Bernhard. The episode dealt with William's sister, played by Dawnn Lewis, who was a lesbian. William donated sperm to her partner so they could have a child, but she wanted him to give up his parental rights.
Labels: GIVEAWAY
Posted by Clay :: 10:00 AM ::
Summary: The follow up to 2005's Batman Begins, once again, directed by Christopher Nolan and starring Christian Bale as the Caped Crusader aka Bruce Wayne. All hell continues to break lose in Gotham City, but this time due to the legendary cackling psycho path, The Joker, who is turning the good guys bad and the bad guys even worse.Labels: MOVIE REVIEWS
Posted by Clay :: 1:16 AM ::
Whenever Chantay Savage comes to mind I think how everyone thought she was a man. It wasn't a Ciara type rumor, people were literally claiming they saw Miss Savage tuck! When I saw her for the first time I said, "Well, she does look like she needs a hormone shot!" You know, sometimes I think these makeup artists at record labels have no idea how to paint ethnic women. Everything is contoured to give an illusion of "fine" features -- not even drags go that far.***
Savage's remake of the Gloria Gaynor classic, "I Will Survive" is the only remake of this song to be certified Gold. The song was a great interpretation by slowing down the torch anthem. Plus, she was looking like butch queen up in drags in the video.
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1997's "Remind Me Of (So Def)" was a song by Common, which featured Chantay Savage. The song charted at #9 on the R&B charts and would be Savage's last time in the top forty of any Billboard chart.
Labels: Old School
Posted by Clay :: 11:19 AM ::
Check out my interview with Lalah Hathaway for gay press. Her album, Self Portrait, hit stores last month. Click here to purchase.Labels: Interviews
Posted by Clay :: 10:30 AM ::
Yeah, it’s good to honor folks like Lena Horne and Sammy Davis, Jr., but we cannot forget the original queen of raunch, Millie Jackson. In case you don’t know, Millie Jackson was the first Lil’ Kim. Her music was graphic, explicit, comical and mortified a whole generation in the seventies. Millie once said people are embarrassed to say they own her records. Today, the Grammy nominee turns 64 years-old.Labels: Old School
Posted by Clay :: 10:30 AM ::
Well, just when you think the Brits are more progressive—you have Lillian Ladele, a marriage registrar in North London who refused to marry same sex couples even after civil partnerships were given legal recognition in 2005. Ladele, a staunch Christian, rants, "Gay rights should not be used as an excuse to bully and harass people over their religious beliefs."Labels: Sexuality
Posted by Clay :: 9:37 AM ::








Labels: Old School
Posted by Clay :: 12:00 AM ::
If you are reading this and haven't heard of Stephanie Mills, quickly go to iTunes and download this woman's greatest hits. She has one of the best R&B catalogues of all time. I think if she would've put on a cheesy wig, had some boys flipping behind her in a random pop video, her career would've been as big as Whitney Houston.***
Fast forward to 3:40 to see this dynamic performance of Stephanie Mills performing her #1 R&B hit "I Feel Good All Over" at the Apollo. She devastates the song, the crowd is losing their mind and Stephanie is enjoying every moment -- it's all about that note at 7:55. This song is one of my faves and on heavy rotation on my iPod. Quick fact - "I Deel Good All Over" is a song that Patti LaBelle passed on... I love Miss Patti, but for some reason I don't think this song would've worked for her.
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Please watch this clip in full! I've posted this before, but I think this is one of the best live performances on YouTube. "Home" was Stephanie Mills fifth and final #1 on the R&B charts in 1989 (didn't even chart on the Billboard Hot 100). Ironically, "Home" was a song that would start her career and would be her last big hit ("Comfort of a Man" was the second single from the Home album, as I mentioned above). Catch how she walks and holds the note at 3:52!
Labels: Old School
Posted by Clay :: 9:45 AM ::
Labels: Reviews
Posted by Clay :: 9:31 AM ::
Violently homophobic reggae artists, and the fools who support them, are calling for a “straight pride parade” on Labor Day weekend in Brooklyn, New York.Labels: Sexuality
Posted by Clay :: 12:00 AM ::
Yesterday, while waiting for the train, I saw a young man of color (I couldn't tell if he was Latin or black), wearing an oversized T-shirt that had Sen. Barack Obama on one side and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. on the other -- he was selling drugs to several people, one who was a young woman with a baby in a stroller.
Everyone enjoy your 4th of July. Below is a repost from a year ago -- Frederick Douglas gave an amazing speech on July 5th, 1852. A speech that is often forgotten.
whites rejoicing over patriotism and throwing firecrackers in the air knowing that over 80% of black Americans are still slaves? Douglass decided to deliver in an unapologetic blast of truth, venom and fact. Here was the first punch:
Labels: Race
Posted by Clay :: 12:18 PM ::
Yeah, I know Samantha Fox isn't an "urban" artist, but I loved this trashy white chick from London. The big hair, ripped jeans, and leather jackets -- she was sotcore '80's porn meets pop.Labels: Old School
Posted by Clay :: 11:50 AM ::
Summary: An alcoholic superhero gets a makeover by an ambitious PR executive who wants to make him more likeable, profitable, and not take the law into his own hands.Labels: MOVIE REVIEWS
Posted by Clay :: 9:29 AM ::
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