Friday, March 31, 2006

The Non-Verbal Language of Leather

(Leather Life column published in Lavender Magazine, Issue #283, March 31, 2006)

Leather’s use of symbols for non-verbal social communication is conscious, intentional, creative, inventive—and relentless. A person in leather is a veritable billboard. If you know how to parse the symbols, everything means something.

Let’s start with the basic concept of left and right. Items worn on the left (keys, armbands, wristbands, floggers, hankies sticking out of pockets) indicate the wearer is a top or prefers the active role. Such items worn on the right indicate the wearer is a bottom or prefers the passive role. (Items worn in the middle indicate the wearer is a “switch” and can be flexible.)

In social situations this left/right marking is handy. If you’re talking to someone face to face, and their accessories are on the same side as yours, that means you might be a good match.

If their accessories are not on the same side as yours, you are talking to another person who prefers the same role you prefer. In that case there’s nothing to stop you from switching your armband from one side to the other—unless they do it first.

Minnesota Leather Pride recently held a roundtable discussion on leather’s various symbols and what they communicate. Among the symbols discussed at the roundtable was the hanky code—displaying hankies in one’s back pocket whose colors correspond to various sexual activities in which the wearer is interested.

According to one source the practice comes from the San Francisco gold rush of 1849. Since the miners were mostly men, at evening dances they used back-pocket bandanas to indicate who was willing to lead (left pocket) or be a “girl” (right pocket). The modern hanky code started in the 1970s, when it was seen as a good way to visually signal sexual preferences in a noisy bar.

Communicating by using the hanky code is known as “flagging,” as in “See that guy flagging red right? Maybe you should go talk to him.”

If you see someone flagging a color that dovetails with your interests, go strike up a conversation and see what develops. You can also flag your interests, and maybe someone will strike up a conversation with you.

Ideally you’ll both be wearing the same color, but in opposite pockets. This is no guarantee there will be any attraction or chemistry between you, of course. But if the attraction and/or chemistry is there, the hankies can make a nice conversation-starter.

There are readily available lists of the different colors of hankies and what they mean. A short list might contain the ten or fifteen most popular colors; the most complete list I’ve ever seen covered two full pages in a magazine.

If the idea of having to memorize all those colors seems overwhelming, just remember that a) you can always have a cheat sheet in your wallet, and b) you only have to memorize the colors that reflect your interests.

There can be regional variations to the hanky code, and in the dim light of a leather bar it can be difficult to tell the difference between certain colors. When in doubt, ask, and see where the conversation goes.

Other apparel items that communicate status include hats, harnesses, collars (padlocked or not) and even button-fly jeans (certain buttons left unbuttoned).

Almost every surface of every garment is open to decoration that reveals something about the wearer—club patches, run pins, a studded vest or belt displaying a leather title. Even the decorations on a person’s skin—tattoos and piercings—communicate something.

This non-verbal language of leather evolved because it’s an efficient method of communicating if you know the code, and it’s hidden in plain sight if you don’t. It lets us screen to see if another person is “one of us,” if they “speak the language.”

There was a time when this was necessary, and perhaps it still is. But some people are starting to wonder if this colorful and rich language is marginalizing us.

Might the codes and protocols of leather be a turn-off to people, especially younger people, who don’t see the need to buy a new wardrobe and learn a new language in order to participate? If leather seems to lack an influx of younger people, that might be one reason why.

Victorian-era society had a rigid set of rules, codes and signs for courtship. Ladies of the era used their fans, gloves and parasols to signal interest, or lack thereof, to their male suitors. Someday the hanky code might seem as quaint.

On the other hand, author John Molloy’s 1970s-era “Dress for Success” books were popular because they demystified the code of corporate business dress. Three decades later, not much has changed—wearing the wrong clothes can still get in the way of career advancement.

Codes come and go. Some say the hanky code and leather’s other non-verbal signals are being made obsolete by the internet. Yet a recent internet search for “hanky code” showed that the idea is being appropriated by other people. (Christian hanky code, anyone?) Maybe the hanky code’s ultimate destiny is to be yet another gift from leather to mainstream society.


Friday, March 17, 2006

The Leather Life Interview: Mark Beckler, Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2006

(Leather Life column published in Lavender Magazine, Issue #282, March 17, 2006)

PHOTO: Mark Beckler

Mark Beckler, the new Mr. Minneapolis Eagle, is the eighth man to hold the title. In slightly more than two months he will represent The Minneapolis Eagle, and Minnesota, in the International Mr. Leather contest in Chicago.

Beckler is now preparing for that next level of competition. Part of that preparation, of course, is being interviewed by your humble columnist.

Let’s start at the beginning. Where were you born?

I was born in Mandan, North Dakota, and I grew up there. I went through Catholic grade school and then Mandan High School.

Mandan is a town of about twenty thousand people. The population of North Dakota is gradually declining—there are fewer people in the whole state than there are in the Twin Cities.

Are your parents still there?

Yup, they’re still living in Mandan. They’re both retired. I have a father who’s very artistic and a mother who’s business-minded. My parents have a really great relationship. They’re still married—it’ll be forty-four years in June.

What was it like growing up in North Dakota?

I think I’m really fortunate. I probably wouldn’t change anything: my experiences as a kid, coming to terms with my own sexuality, discussing it with my parents and my brothers.

My brother is the most phenomenal person in the world. I remember when he and I had “the discussion.” It was probably the latter eighties, early nineties, and he said, “You know, right now it’s really kind of cool to have somebody in your life who’s gay. And I’ve got the coolest person in my life who’s gay, and he’s my brother.” I thought that was really a nice thing for him to say.

What did you do after high school?

In college I started out as an art major. Made a switch to engineering major. Then I made another switch to architecture. I completed about three years of the program at North Dakota State University in Fargo.

I was paying for my own education, and I was very independent. I decided I was not going to graduate with $30,000 in student loans, and I chose to take some time off from school. I went to work full time—I was working two, three jobs. I ended up going back to school and finally got my finance degree after, I think, eight years of college.

When and how did you get into leather?

It was something I gradually got exposed to over the course of my life. That image of the Tom of Finland type of person has always been in my generation—this very attractive, masculine type of character.

I got into it basically because it was something that I wanted to be like. I wanted to have that kind of look, that outward appearance, if I could. I was always such a skinny little guy in high school. It awed me, inspired me.

Why did you enter the Mr. Minneapolis Eagle contest?

I was going to enter it last year. Unfortunately, my work schedule did not allow me to do it then.

I’ve had a really strong work ethic all my life. I work really hard—I get a lot of fulfillment out of accomplishing things in a work environment.

But a lot of people have told me that it rules my life too much, and I agree. This year I was assessing where I was in my personal life, and I decided I wanted to have more of a balance. That’s really what my efforts are going to be this year. So I decided, you know what, I’m going to enter the contest this year.

What other activities are you involved in right now? Your contest entry form said something about the rugby team?

This year I’m going to be playing rugby with the Minneapolis Mayhem. I’ve only been to one practice—the formal practices really start next week. They kicked my ass. I can’t believe how out of shape I am. But it was a lot of fun.

I used to play softball with the gay softball league years ago. Slid into home base, cracked my leg, fractured it in five pieces, had surgery. So I haven’t been doing anything from a team sport perspective for quite a few years.

The rugby team was a great opportunity, and it looks like a lot of fun. Hopefully, I’m not going to get too banged-up in the next few weeks.

What do you want to accomplish as Mr. Minneapolis Eagle, either at the contest or during the rest of your title year—or if you win IML?

I want to make sure I get to meet a lot of people. I want to make sure I represent Minneapolis the best I can. When it comes to the [International Mr. Leather] contest I’m going to do my best. And I’m just going to be who I am.

If I win IML—you know, when I entered the contest in Minneapolis, a lot of friends of mine said, “What if you win?” And I said, well, you know what—let’s cross that road if that happens.

Friday, March 3, 2006

Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2006

(Leather Life column published in Lavender Magazine, Issue #281, March 3, 2006)

On Saturday evening, Feb. 12, Mark Beckler was chosen Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2006. First runner-up was Mike Grandys, second runner-up was Tim Tormoen, and third runner-up was Cornelius Magee.

Even though it’s the Mr. Minneapolis Eagle contest, Saturday evening’s stage portion of the contest was actually held next door at The Bolt, and a good crowd was on hand to see the action.

The evening’s contestants were introduced during the traditional Keg Walk, in which each contestant hauled a beer keg through the crowd up to the stage. Contestants also answered questions, one funny and one serious, and performed a two-minute erotic reading. (The private interview portion of the contest took place Saturday afternoon in the Bolt Underground.)

Returning for another year of emcee duties was Minneapolis Eagle and Bolt manager Brian Anderson. Judges were Todd Leek, Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2000; Gregg White, Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2003; Sam Carlisle, representing The Atons of Minneapolis; and your humble columnist.

Beckler will go on to compete in the 2006 International Mr. Leather contest (<www.imrl.com>), Memorial Day weekend in Chicago.

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Emcee Brian Anderson kept the action moving at a brisk pace.

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Private interviews: Cornelius Magee.

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Keg Walk: Cornelius Magee.

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Private interviews: Tim Tormoen.

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Keg Walk: Tim Tormoen.

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Keg Walk: Mike Grandys.

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Question and Answer: Mike Grandys.

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Question and Answer: Mike Grandys.

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Question and Answer: Mike Grandys.

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Erotic Reading: Mike Beckler.

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Erotic Reading: Mike Beckler.

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Outgoing Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2005 Angel Rodriguez.

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Outgoing Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2005 Angel Rodriguez.

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Outgoing Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2005 Angel Rodriguez.

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Outgoing Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2005 Angel Rodriguez.

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Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2005 Angel Rodriguez congratulates his successor, Mark Beckler.

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Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2005 Angel Rodriguez congratulates his successor, Mark Beckler.

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The 2006 contestants with Angel Rodriguez, Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2005.

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The 2006 contestants with Angel Rodriguez, Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2005.

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Mark Beckler, the newly chosen Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2006.

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Four judges, four Mr. Minneapolis Eagles. From left: Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2000, and judge for the evening, Todd Leak; your humble columnist, judge; new Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2006 Mark Beckler, front, with outgoing Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2005 Angel Rodriguez behind him; Sam Carlisle of The Atons of Minneapolis, judge; and Gregg White, Mr. Minneapolis Eagle 2003 and a judge for the evening.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Leather Lens: Black Frost 29

(Leather Life column published in Lavender Magazine, Issue #280, February 17, 2006)

The first part of the theme of this year’s Black Frost 29 run, presented by The Black Guard of Minneapolis, was “Prime for 29 . . .”. (Is someone in the Black Guard a mathematician?)

The Black Guard is justly famous for fabulous run shows. This year’s show, produced by Carl Gscheidmeier, was presented Saturday afternoon, Feb. 4 at the Brass Rail. Gscheidmeier’s alter ego, the legendary Miss Allison Brooks, was unable to perform this year and was greatly missed. We’re looking forward to her return next year.

Saturday evening’s run banquet was held at The Saloon. The banquet featured a parade of club colors that included representatives of eight clubs.

The second part of the theme for this year’s run was “Gettin’ Dirty for 30,” a reference to next year’s upcoming thirtieth-anniversary Black Frost. Mark your calendars now—The Black Guard will be pulling out all stops for that one.

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Karl Keturi opened the show with a twisted version of “Wilkommen” from Cabaret.

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Bruce Gohr broke tradition by actually singing a song (“Marie Leveaux” by Shel Silverstein) with his own voice.

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Taking a cue from the walkers used in Mel Brooks’ hit musical “The Producers,” Steve Burroughs as Miss Caroline Knipple portrays an elderly Nancy Sinatra still performing “These Boots Are Made For Walkin’.”

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Tips were encouraged and plentiful. All tips went to charity.

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Here’s what was under Caroline’s/Nancy’s raincoat.

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Mike Delorme, raking in the tips.

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Show producer Carl Gscheidmeier, left, and Mike Delorme roast Thoroughly Modern Millie—“the worst Best Musical ever!”

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Ralph Schmidt on the prowl for Big Spenders.

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Pat Duffy in his number saluting colorectal surgeons.

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PHOTO: Ron Daher as Miss Tina Turner—legs and all.

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PHOTO: Steve Burroughs as Miss Caroline Knipple, waiting to perform her “Broadway Baby” number.

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Steve Burroughs, as Miss Caroline Knipple, performs “Broadway Baby.”

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Tom Weiland performed several country/western numbers.

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PHOTO: The show’s finale and a Black Guard tradition: Abba’s “The Way Old Friends Do.”

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Hosts for the weekend, members of the Black Guard.

Friday, February 3, 2006

“Sex Machines” book features local celebrity

(Leather Life column published in Lavender Magazine, Issue #279, February 3, 2006)

“There once was a young man named Gene/
“Who invented a screwing machine . . . ”

So begins a very old, and very famous, bawdy limerick. The fascinating sexual subculture of “screwing machines,” and the people who build and use them, is the subject of Sex Machines: Photographs and Interviews, a new book by Timothy Archibald.

Sexual devices can be as simple as cock rings or as ubiquitous as phallic “personal vibrators” (“for soothing, relaxing massage on any part of your body!”). Sex Machines shows us more extreme, heavy-duty contraptions, designed to offer a sex partner that can truly “last all night” if necessary.

The machines shown in the book give new meaning to Ann Reed’s song that proclaims “Power tools are a girl’s best friend.” One of the devices pictured in the book is, in fact, a power tool—a Sawzall with a dildo attached where the reciprocating blade would normally be.

Some of the machines are sleek and elegant, while others run the gamut from high-tech to crude. But all of them represent American ingenuity at its best. If nothing else, the machines certainly work as interesting sculptural creations (this is probably helped greatly by Archibald’s photographic skills).

The inventors in the book are all men, and apparently all heterosexual. Many of them build the machines for the pleasure of the women in their lives, although the fact that a gay male (especially a closeted one) could put them to good use is mentioned often throughout the book.

These would-be Thomas Edisons are variants on the classic American garage inventor/basement tinkerer. For some it’s a business, for others a hobby. Some of them hope to build the Next Big Thing, while others are satisfied if their creations can give someone pleasure.

What is most striking about the men who build the machines, and the women who use them, is their very ordinariness. You could run into any of them at the grocery store, the post office or (especially) the hardware store, and have no inkling of what they’re doing in their garages or in their bedrooms. They don’t look like either perverts or sexual pioneers; they look like their neighbors.

Throughout the book Archibald’s photography is brilliant. His photographic style is documentary, colorful, deadpan, stark and honest. His portraits of the inventors are unblinking, often brutually realistic, and very revealing; he almost appears to be channeling Diane Arbus, only in a friendlier way. The photographs of the machines rise to the level of still lifes, skillfully capturing scenes of ordinary, mundane suburban or small-town settings—except for that odd-looking machine with a dildo (or two) hanging off one end.

In much of the book’s text, author Archibald lets the people in the book tell their stories in their own words. As with the photographs, the reader is struck by the combination of the relentlessly ordinary and the outlandish—foolish dreams, innocent naivete, triumph and disappointment and disillusionment, all leavened with a healthy dose of folk social commentary and sexual wisdom. A short afterword by A.D. Coleman puts the photos and interviews in context, and discusses the brave new world of machine sex in the 21st century.

Is machine sex good, or is it dehumanizing and isolating? Based on the interviews in this book it seems that, like so many other things, machine sex can be a very pleasurable blessing or a social impediment. Again, like so many things, machine sex is not for everyone—several of the inventors in the book were told by their wives in no uncertain terms: “You’re not touching me with that thing.”

In less skillful hands, this book could have been merely a voyeuristic exercise in shock and sensationalism. Instead, Archibald has crafted a thoughtful book with depth and integrity. Archibald’s greatest contribution may be that as he introduces us to the topic of sex machines, he gets us to start thinking about that topic.

The publication of Sex Machines, and an accompanying exhibit at the Museum of Sex in New York, is causing great excitement among members of the Twin Cities BDSM community. One of the machines in the book, “Huskette,” was created by “James” of St. Paul, known locally as Charger. (Another inventor in the book, Scott Ehalt, is from Champlin, Minn.)

Huskette is one of a family of three machines, the other two of which are named “Husky.” The machines have become legendary after making appearances at local parties over the years, and have even inspired a Royal Order of Husketeers club for those who have had the pleasure of riding them. Members wear Husky pins, and at parties join in singing the Husketeers song (to the tune of the old Mickey Mouse Club theme).

It was recently announced that Husky has been added to the permanent collection of the Museum of Sex. To fill the void left by its relocation to New York, Charger is designing and building a new, and radically different, sex machine. No doubt it will soon be coming to a party near you.

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Friday, January 20, 2006

A Visit to the Museum of Sex

(Leather Life column published in Lavender Magazine, Issue #278, January 20, 2006)

There are a lot of museums in New York City devoted to a wide range of topics. Since 2002, one of them has been the Museum of Sex, devoted to preserving and presenting “the history, evolution, and cultural significance of human sexuality.”

Readers of this column know that any visit to Chicago is enhanced by a visit to the Leather Archives & Museum. New York’s Museum of Sex (or “MoSex,” in the same way that “MoMA” stands for New Yorks’ Museum of Modern Art) likewise would be a worthwhile, fascinating and educational addition to any reader’s New York itinerary.

Located at 233 Fifth Ave. (at 27th St.), the outside of the museum consists of display windows that highlight current exhibits. On the inside, just past the lobby and reception area, is a museum shop fully stocked with, in the museum’s words, “an eclectic assortment of publications, home accents, clothing, and, of course, the best selection of sex toys available.”

The museum currently has three galleries. When I visited recently, Gallery 1 was devoted to “Men Without Suits: Objectifying the Male Body” (running through Jan. 29). A timeline wrapping around two walls of the gallery gives a history of how the male body has been portrayed from ancient through modern times.

The rest of the gallery is concerned primarily with the history of male nude photography. The walls are hung with examples showing how photographic depiction of the male body changed from the advent of photography (naive and starkly honest), through the romantic/macho portrayals of early bodybuilders, to the closeted homoeroticism of the middle 20th century and the let-it-all-hang-out abandon of the sexual revolution.

“Stags, Smokers & Blue Movies: The Origins of American Pornographic Film” is currently on display in Gallery 2. Before DVDs, before Betamax, before sex could legally be shown on screens in theaters, these were the forbidden films viewed in smoke-filled rooms (hence “smokers”) at clandestine male gatherings called stag parties (hence “stags”).

The gallery walls are dark. The tops of large black boxes on the floor are actually screens, on which are projected 20 films made between 1915 and 1960. TV screens in booths along one wall show interviews with men who used to watch these films (and, in one instance, run the film projector). Since the films themselves are silent, the gallery is filled instead with a soundtrack composed of whoops, cheers and raucous comments that would have been made by groups of men watching the films.

Gallery 3 held several exhibits. “Spotlight on the Permanent Collection” includes a history of sex-education materials, a collection of antique condom packets, a male chastity appliance for use in asylums and institutions, and other assorted sex-related paraphernalia.

Another exhibit in Gallery 3 when I visited was “Sex Machines: Photographs and Interviews by Timothy Archibald.” (The exhibit closed Jan. 10.) I’ll tell you more about that exhibit, and the recently-published book on which it was based—and the local celebrity featured in both book and exhibit—in a future column.

The Museum of Sex currently has two fascinating online exhibits that are as near as your web browser. “U.S. Patent Office Sex Inventions,” dovetailing nicely with the “Sex Machines” exhibit, is a history and compendium of actual patents for various sexual appliances. One of the most diabolical devices, an “Electric Spermatorrhea Shield,” is intended to prevent masturbation and is to be used “until the . . . habit is mastered or overcome.”

Many of the devices were intended to prevent erections, masturbation and even nocturnal emissions, while some conversely were pre-Viagra attempts to induce erections. There are also various “marital aids” in the form of couches and slings. Two anti-rape devices, both worn in the vagina, promise to give any would-be rapist an unpleasant surprise.

The Museum’s other online exhibit (also an on-site installation in Gallery 3) is “Mapping Sex in America.” According to the Museum, the aim of this interactive exhibit is to create an “ongoing archive chronicling American’s stories of sexual practice and the evolution of America’s sexual customs.” Click on a map of the United States and post your personal sexual history, or read what other people have posted.

You can view the Museum’s online exhibits, as well as details about their current gallery installations, upcoming special events and other museum information, at <www.museumofsex.com>.

PHOTO: “Stags, Smokers and Blue Movies,” one of several exhibits now on view at The Museum of Sex in New York City.

PHOTO CREDIT: The Museum of Sex

PHOTO: From the “Men Without Suits” exhibit at The Museum of Sex in New York City.

Friday, January 6, 2006

Marlboro Men, and Much More

(Leather Life column published in Lavender Magazine, Issue #277, January 6, 2006)

Brokeback Mountain, the film by Ang Lee based on the short story by Annie Proulx (screenplay by Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana), is rapidly becoming the cultural landmark it deserves to be. When I first heard the film was being made, I knew I would be writing a column about it. (A love affair between two gay cowboys in lush Western settings? Yee-hah!)

But Brokeback is not the film I thought I’d be seeing. And this column is not exactly the one I thought I’d be writing. Brokeback Mountain is more perfect and more profound, more touching and ultimately gut-wrenching, and more simultaneously tragic and uplifting, than I could have imagined it would be.

Let’s get the superficialities out of the way first: Cowboy aficionados will love the look of this movie. At first glance the two main characters, Ennis Del Mar (Heath Ledger) and Jack Twist (Jake Gyllenhaal), seem to be two prototypically hunky, macho Marlboro Men—but without the theme from “The Magnificent Seven” playing in the background the way it used to in Marlboro commercials.

(Actually, there are a lot of good-looking men in this film—many of the extras in the rodeo scenes are members of the Calgary Gay Rodeo Association.)

The cinematography for the first part of the movie captures lush, wild, expansive, breathtaking vistas of Brokeback Mountain. Herds of sheep move like ocean waves, and two beautiful men live under the stars, cook over a campfire, bathe in a mountain stream, caress and roughhouse and fall in love.

Then the action moves down from Brokeback Mountain to the more pedestrian world below, and both scenery and cinematography become plainer, sparer, and harsher. (Remember The Wizard of Oz? The Land of Oz was filmed in color, while Kansas was in black-and-white.)

Based on the buzz surrounding the film, I thought there’d be more on-screen sex. (Silly me—the “R” rating should have tipped me off.) There’s sex—and rough sex, at that—but the sex scenes are shot obliquely and discreetly. The film contains a few nude shots but no male frontals—the audience might have the illusion of seeing more than is actually on the film. (I’m sure, even as I write this, many people are busy filming the several inevitable porn rip-offs.)

Brokeback Mountain is not a sex story. It’s a love story. It just happens to be a love story between two guys. They spend one summer together tending sheep on Brokeback Mountain, during which time they fall in love. They spend the rest of the film, and their lives, trying to figure out what to do with their feelings.

The end of the film is tragic in one sense. There are no winners—every character has lost. Ennis and Jack’s situation leads to heartbreak, not only for them but also for their wives and children as well—just as, unfortunately, so often happens in real life and in places other than the West.

Yet, paradoxically, the end of the film is uplifting as well. It shows graphically, touchingly, and heartbreakingly that Ennis’ love for Jack has survived in spite of all the pain, sorrow and loss.

As I watched Brokeback Mountain, I couldn’t help thinking of West Side Story. Ennis and Jack are just as much star-crossed lovers as Tony and Maria—characters created by five gay men in the mid-1950s (Leonard Bernstein, Stephen Sondheim, Harold Prince, Arthur Laurents and Jerome Robbins). At that time the story had to be couched in heterosexual terms. But the stories are the same—two people who are not allowed to fall in love but who fall in love anyway, and with tragic consequences. It’s a story as old, sadly, as Romeo and Juliet, on which West Side Story is based.

Many gay men will recognize and resonate with Ennis and Jack’s situation—some because they are currently in a similar situation, and some because they were once in such a situation and have since made the changes that Ennis and Jack were not able to make.

The genius of Brokeback Mountain, though, is that it is not only a film for gay men. The story is told in such a way that anyone can sympathize with the characters and understand and identify with their emotions. Love is love, the makers of the film seem to be saying, and this is what happens when it isn’t given its due.

You might find it interesting and enriching to read the short story on which the film is based. Although the film includes scenes and situations not in the short story, the short story includes a few details that were not incorporated into the film. “Brokeback Mountain,” the short story, was first published in The New Yorker in 1997; author Proulx subsequently included it in her 1999 book Close Range: Wyoming Stories (published by Scribner).