Sia Furler, the Socially Phobic Pop Star

Sia Furler, the Socially Phobic Pop Star

By STEVE KNOPPER

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Furler, who refused to pose for a photograph for this article, recently appeared on the cover of Billboard with a bag over her head.CreditIllustration by Jenny Morgan, based on a photograph by Cindy Ord/Getty Images.

Sia Furler walked into the Silver Lake studio 10 minutes late, ignoring the 22 keyboards and six guitars and giant speakers on her way to the blue velour sofa in the back. There she pulled a MacBook Air from her white Goyard bag and called up “Living Out Loud,” a song she had just started writing. As the music played, Furler began scat-singing: “Ha-ha-ha-ha!”

And: “Oooooo!”

Then: “Hooooh!”

Before, finally: “Haaaaaaaaaaa!”

It was a sunny Los Angeles morning in early March, and Furler, who is 38, was dressed in a white tank top and capri pants with a blue, long-sleeved shirt tied around her waist. Furler usually wears her lightning blond hair in a bob that’s somewhere between Anna Wintour and Deborah Harry, but this morning it was tied in a loose braid. And though she is slight and barely 5-foot-5, her ability to sing in an eerie high register, like Merry Clayton on the Rolling Stones’ “Gimme Shelter,” makes her seem much taller. She and Greg Kurstin, a producer and writer, quickly settled into a familiar routine in which she sang and gave short instructions — “that’s nice”; “that’s emo” — and he followed with big, ringing, gospel-sounding chords on his Steinway. Within minutes, they coalesced in the form of a pop song.

“Is that a chorus?” Furler asked. “That feels like a chorus.”

“Yeah,” Kurstin replied.

She scat-sang more gibberish: “Mananananan-m-dah! M-dah!”

“Now we’ll do a harmony on top.”

“I need to write,” Furler said. She hunched over her laptop and started typing, turning her gibberish into real words, which she simultaneously sang over the piano.

Pop hits these days usually have at least two or three writers, and the choruses are generally celebratory — “victim to victory,” as Furler put it. For some, this process can still be soul-wrenching and endless, but Furler has no patience for that. In recent years, she has become a one-woman hit factory, working with Kurstin and others to write songs for artists like Christina Aguilera and Beyoncé. And her hits — including Flo Rida’s “Wild Ones” and Eminem’s “Beautiful Pain” — seem to roll off something of a pop-music assembly line. Furler wrote Rihanna’s “Diamonds” in 14 minutes. After the D.J. David Guetta invited her to write the melody and lyrics for one of his songs, she futzed around on the Internet and pumped out “Titanium” in 40 minutes. (It has since been downloaded more than 3.7 million times.) After 45 minutes in the Silver Lake studio, Furler finished “Living Out Loud” and declared it perfect for Brooke Candy, a new singer-slash-rapper she described as a “feminista glam alien.”

Furler’s instinctive style can seem a little hasty. When she looked up from her laptop, she told me she wanted to crank out another single, which she hoped to record before Kurstin’s 1 p.m. commitment. Her inspiration, she said, was a word that popped into her head a few days earlier — “polygraph” — and soon enough she was two-finger speed-typing lyrics on her MacBook Air as Kurstin worked on a bass line, adding percussion and effects, all recorded via multicolored horizontal bars of Logic software on his desktop iMac. Within minutes, she had taken a stab at the chorus. (“If you love me/I gotta ask you/would you take a polygraph?”)

At first, Furler, who has a loud Australian accent, sounded sort of like Adele. But as she filled in the alto vocals, the song resembled something by a soul-pop girl group, like Destiny’s Child, the old Beyoncé vehicle. Finally, as she bent her knees and rose up for the high notes, free-throw style, the song became anthemic — full of love and loss and all that other stuff in the big, overly simple way that sounds great on the radio. “Oh, this is so good,” Furler said. “Rihanna’s gonna do this. I can feel it.”

Many hired-gun songwriters enter the business as failed pop stars. Linda Perry, whose band 4 Non Blondes had one big single in the ‘90s, has made a fortune writing pop hits like Aguilera’s “Beautiful.” Max Martin, a Swedish studio whiz, left his metal band, It’s Alive, after it failed to take off. Furler, however, had the chance to be a rich and famous star herself. In 2005, when she was known simply as Sia, her tense-but-evocative piano ballad “Breathe Me” appeared in the final scene of “Six Feet Under,” the HBO series, as each of its lead characters aged and died on-screen. “Breathe Me” became an instant viral sensation — U.S. sales of the single reached 1.2 million — and her manager, David Enthoven, tried to leverage the song’s success in conventional music-business fashion, starting with a tour.

Furler, however, was uncomfortable with the prospect of becoming famous. “It’s horrible,” she told me over tuna salad and coffee at a cafe after the studio session. “I just wanted to have a private life. Once, as my friend was telling me they had cancer, someone came up and asked, in the middle of the conversation, if they could take a photograph with me. You get me? That’s enough, right?” She also became increasingly dependent on alcohol and drugs, and soon enough, effectively sabotaged Enthoven’s plans: Furler demanded to bring her two tiny mutts on tour, which would require renting an extra bus; she also refused to do “promo,” an obligation nearly every performer must endure, like showing up for on-air glad-handing at radio stations and submitting to numbing shifts of 15-minute phone interviews. As her addictions deepened, her behavior became increasingly dark. She eventually dressed herself and her band in masks and black costumes so crowds couldn’t see their faces onstage. In May 2010, Furler contacted a drug dealer and ordered “two of everything,” she says, except meth and heroin. She held on to her stash and contemplated taking everything at once. Months later, she was writing a suicide note.


‘It’s easy to get away with getting high, because everybody’s drinking on the road.’

Fortunately, a friend inadvertently called in time to intercept her plan, and Furler began a 12-step program. Around the same time, she also made an important creative choice. She replaced Enthoven with Jonathan Daniel, who suggested Furler try writing songs for other singers. At first, the idea was a bit desperate. “I didn’t know she could write pop songs,” he says, “because she’s kind of a quirky artist.” But Daniel explained to Furler that she didn’t have to put herself out there as personally as she did on “Breathe Me.” He described what he called “high concept” songs — the industry trick of coming up with a word or phrase that works as a simple, poignant, bankable metaphor, like the Katy Perry song “Firework.”

Spotting a piggy bank on a table, Furler asked him: “So I could write, ‘I’m not your piggy bank’?”

“Exactly,” Daniel said.

Writing for others allowed Furler to hide in plain sight for years. Her songs have sold more than 25 million copies, but in June, she will release her first solo album since 2010, “1000 Forms of Fear.” The first single, “Chandelier,” which came out last month, is starting to appear on Top 40 playlists. For Furler, who refuses to appear on the cover or in her video, the album presents another chance at making it on her own. The question is whether she can be a pop star without suffering for it.

Pop music has always relied on behind-the-scenes songwriters — like Jimmy Webb and the team of Gerry Goffin and Carole King — but technology and social media have amplified their power. In an era when the major labels want to prevent leaking and piracy, there is a market for speed and volume, and plenty of well-paid opportunities for writers who can pump out a hit in 14 minutes. In only a few years, in fact, Furler has reached the highest echelon of contemporary songwriters, up there with Dr. Luke (Kelly Clarkson’s “Since U Been Gone”; Taio Cruz’s “Dynamite”), Martin (the mastermind behind many of the Backstreet Boys-‘NSync-Britney hits of the late ‘90s) and Bonnie McKee (Britney, Katy, Ke$ha, etc). Despite being uneasy with fame, Furler has turned out to be deeply comfortable with her world-famous stars. She has also embraced the lifestyle, going to meditation workshops at Demi Moore’s house and making international travel plans via text with Katy Perry. As we left Kurstin’s studio, she climbed into her black Lexus 450 hybrid and declared, half-sarcastically, “I’ve only recently become a baller.”

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Some of the artists for whom Furler has written songs. Clockwise from top left: Beyoncé, “Pretty Hurts”; Britney Spears, “Perfume”; David Guetta, “Titanium”; Rihanna, “Diamonds”; Ne-Yo, “Let Me Love You (Until You Learn to Love Yourself)”; Flo Rida, “Wild Ones.”CreditTop, left to right: Frazer Harrison; Mark Davis; D Dipasupil. Bottom, left to right: Frederick M. Brown; Angela Weiss, all for Getty Images. Rihanna: Francois Guillot/AFP/Getty Images.

Furler lives in Echo Park, a trendy neighborhood north of downtown L.A., with a rear living-room window overlooking Hollywood. (She’s building an addition in back that will soon be larger than the house itself.) The place is modern and modular, with white walls and white trim, and when I say I like her retro Northstar refrigerator, she says, “This is the refrigerator that David Guetta built.” She gestures toward the large pictures in her den, including a charcoal portrait of herself titled, “Sia in the Morning,” and a bizarrely funny self-portrait of Lee Materazzi, the photographer, wrapped in a rug underneath a piano bench. “This is the artwork that Flo Rida built,” she says.

Furler prefers to be detached and cheeky about how she earned it all. Several times during our interview, she repeated the phrase “I can’t believe I got away with it,” referring to what Alex Macpherson, the pop-music critic, calls “these vague, inspirational, cliché ballads.” This type of music would have seemed deeply out of place on one of Furler’s five hyperpersonal, bohemian and soulful albums. And she certainly never aimed to write these “victim to victory” ballads when she was starting out. After all, Furler was born to an artist and teacher, Loene Furler, and Phil B. Colson, a blues guitarist known as Philby, in Adelaide, Australia. According to him, their family life was a creative idyll, filled with hippies and feminist musicians, living in “connubial bliss,” at least until the unmarried couple split and he moved to Sydney when Furler was 10.

Furler didn’t have much of a relationship with her father after he left, but she had a natural gift — that voice — and wanted to follow him into the business. In 1993, when she was 17, Furler was working at an Adelaide cafe when she happened upon Crisp, a local hip-hop/soul band along the lines of the Roots. “I’ll be your singer then,” she told a guy she knew in the band. When she showed up at rehearsal, Jesse Flavell, Crisp’s founder and former guitarist, recalls, “she opened her voice and we all kind of stopped in our tracks. And we all felt, O.K., this is going to work.” It was also clear, however, that Furler did not have the extroverted persona of a natural performer. She relied on booze to help get her through live shows, and her alcoholism eventually intensified, years later, after she left the band, when her boyfriend was run over and killed by a taxi in London. (Furler’s mother broke the news the day before she was to fly and visit him.) Almost nobody knew about these personal demons when Furler later hooked up with Zero 7, a British trip-hop duo who developed a dedicated following in the late ‘90s but lacked a lead singer. Furler sang memorably on a few of their albums and caught the attention of a couple of Hollywood music supervisors who would later pitch “Breathe Me” to the producers of “Six Feet Under.”

Trying to become a pop star is not for healthy people, or sick people who want to be healthy. The hours are irregular, the sleep is intermittent and the drugs and alcohol are plentiful. Furler began to realize she had an addictive personality. Whenever she quit drinking, she would invariably become hooked on raw food or Nutella. And after she was given a diagnosis of bipolar disorder, she took antidepressants and painkillers, including Xanax and OxyContin, and eventually became addicted to those too. “I was in the back lounge, high on Xanax and alcohol, watching every episode of ‘E.R.’ from the beginning,” she said of her years on the road. “When you’re in a different place every day, there’s this kind of madness that sets in. It’s easy to get away with getting high, because everybody’s drinking on the road. None of my friends thought I was an alcoholic, and neither did I.”

When she eventually sobered up, after her suicide attempt, Furler found that her struggles were oddly valuable in her second career. She excelled at one of a pop songwriter’s main jobs: connecting with impossibly famous, needy people. She was a natural at listening to stars talk about their own insecurities and quickly turning those feelings into catchy hits. Furler and Aguilera, a fan of Zero 7, clicked in the studio after she helped the singer write four songs, including “All I Need,” about her son, Max. “She’d sit and have a mini-therapy session with Christina,” says Sam Dixon, who co-wrote and produced the songs. “I would leave the room. That was secret ladies’ business.” Britney Spears, who worked with Furler on “Perfume,” among other songs, also felt a close connection with her. “I fell in love with the way she looks at life,” she says. “There is a bit of darkness somewhere in there, but it doesn’t come across in a frightening way.”

Last August, Lea Michele, a star of Fox’s “Glee,” requested that Furler help her record songs for her debut album. Michele wanted to write one personal song about her co-star and boyfriend, Cory Monteith, who died the previous month of a toxic combination of alcohol and heroin. During the two hours they spent together over coffee at a Los Angeles studio, she spilled out the story to Furler, who took notes, then played Michele a work-in-progress song on her iPhone. Michele began to sob on the sofa, and Furler eventually wrote “If You Say So,” based on the young star’s feelings. “Maybe it was because I have a dead boyfriend, too,” Furler said later, offhand, while recounting the moment. Then she paused, no longer cheeky. “Maybe I have some shame around it,” she said. “Maybe I’m embarrassed because I’m writing something so cheesy. Then something like that experience will happen, and I’ll realize maybe I’m not as stupid as I thought — and maybe people aren’t as stupid as I think. It occurs to me that there is value to what I do.”

When we first met, Furler immediately blurted out that she had scheduled one of our interviews during a pizza party she was planning for her friends in order to “avoid intimacy” with me. I knew that she was freaked out by the idea of talking to a reporter, but Furler’s defensiveness or anti-fameness, however omnipresent, belies the fact that she is reflexively intimate. As we prepared for the pizza party, she started talking, casually, about her failed suicide attempt. She was sitting in her New York apartment on a September day, she recalled, watching “Real Housewives” on Bravo, when she thought she needed something “to relax.” Furler had been sober for a few years then, but she decided it was time to take the drugs she bought months earlier. Her plan was to check into a fleabag hotel around the corner and ingest every pill she had. She wrote a vague note to her dog walker, she said, and another note to a hotel manager requesting an ambulance: “I’ve killed myself and I don’t want you to have to suffer seeing my dead body.” When her friend called, though, she thought better of it.

Despite her success, despite her new famous collaborators and friends, despite the fridge that David Guetta built, Furler still isn’t comfortable with fame. She refused to pose for a photograph for this article and recently appeared on the cover of Billboard with a bag over her head. But the 12-step program encourages people to “share,” she says, and she now tries to be more open about herself. As I dusted mushrooms and Furler washed kale in the sink, she said she spent five years not talking to her dad, who she believed was jealous of her career. At one particular point, she says, she offered to sing backup on the album he had been working on for more than a decade, and he snapped, “It’s my record, and you’re not on it.” (Colson denies this.) A few years later, Furler wrote him a series of resentful letters, including one asking why he moved away when she was 10.

Eventually, though, Colson came around to admitting to his daughter that he was not proud of his behavior. “I wasn’t really a rock ‘n’ roll drug addict or anything, but I would go out and do gigs and stay later and have some bourbon and Cokes, or maybe smoke a hash joint or something,” he told me. “And the next day you have to come down off that — I might be a bit dark and sullen.” Over the last two years, father and daughter have reunited and now speak frequently. “In my sobriety,” she said, “I have discovered that the people I love, and who hurt me, were sick like me.”

The pizza party was low-key — 20 of her friends, including Patty Schemel, the former drummer for Courtney Love’s band, Hole, showed up. No wine was served. But at some point Furler mentioned that her style of high-speed songwriting had replaced her other addictions — drugs, alcohol, Nutella, etc. “Focus,” she said. “Workaholism. That’s my new jam.” It came out in a half-serious way, but she seemed to mean it; writing songs, even in 14- or 40-minute bursts, was a serious attempt to open up, to “share.”

The new album, “1000 Forms of Fear,” undeniably reflects an older vintage of Sia, with sadder, brutal lyrics that are far too violent and introspective for Top 40 radio — a result, perhaps, of her own internal “secret ladies’ business.” But it also displays elements of Furler the pop-anthem writer, and many of the songs, like “Eye of the Needle,” are built on a simple metaphor. Furler’s gigantic voice, full of emotion and empathy, makes every sentiment sound, well, like going from victim to victory. Furler might have invariably called these kinds of songs “cheesy,” but I could tell she wasn’t ashamed of them anymore. Now it seemed as if she truly knew their value.

Steve Knopper is a contributing editor at Rolling Stone. He is working on a biography of Michael Jackson.

Anti-Trans Slurs and Drag: Who Exactly Is Transgender, and Does It Matter?

Dana BeyerExecutive Director, Gender Rights Maryland

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With Michigan soon becoming the latest state to provide marriage equality, and with54 percent of the American population now living in states where such rights are or soon will be available, the issue of sexual orientation is becoming banal, which is as it should be. Allowing persons to marry someone of the same sex is part of the normalization of gay persons; far from being radical progress, it’s actually quite conservative, buttressing a highly conservative social institution.

Within the LGBT community’s activist sphere, marriage is also becoming increasingly boring, with few debates or arguments arising on the topic. Where the fireworks exist and are expanding is on the issue of gender: gender identity, gender expression, and gender roles. The more fundamental issues of sex and gender are now the locus of debate, and sides are being taken that are exposing increasingly contentious ideological positions.

This arose last week on one of my lists, where it was mentioned that RuPaul was using the slurs “tranny” and “shemale.” RuPaul is the drag queen and host of RuPaul’s Drag Race, and he identifies as a gay man. According to folk etymology, “drag” is an acronym for “dressed as girl,” though there have long been drag kings as well as drag queens. And while there have been trans women who have performed drag, either as a form of self-expression and self-actualization or as a means of making a living in a hostile world (or both), most trans women have spent little time with and do not live within the gay male drag culture — or so I thought, until it was pointed out to me that trans persons of color often do partake deeply in such culture. While I knew of the balls of years past, I didn’t know that ball culture had persisted and flourished.

While many trans women take offense at the words “tranny” and “shemale,” there is a generational divide on this issue, as well as a racial one, with some younger trans people embracing the terms as a form of empowerment. This is analogous to the long-standing debate about the “N” word in the black community and the signals that its use sends to the outside world.

I’ve discussed this before and concluded that because I believe in self-determination, I should support the right of anyone to define themselves in any way that they like. They can use any language they choose. I expanded on this when talking about Facebook’s consideration of multiple gender identities. However, just as freedom of speech in this country is generally construed very broadly, it is not absolute and is not acceptable when it impinges on the rights of others. The problem arises when that language is broadcast publicly, as it is with RuPaul, and then creates a perception among those in the general public who might be ignorant of the nuances and subtleties that are considered dangerous by many who are so defined.

The schism that is uncovered by this debate is between the gay male and trans female communities. It arose very recently in the wake of the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor being given to Jared Leto for what was viewed by many as a very drag-queen-like portrayal of a trans woman, Rayon, in Dallas Buyers Club. These communities have never really been politically comfortable with one another, and some of that discomfort is now erupting publicly. It’s evident in my campaign for the Maryland State Senate, and it is evident on these LGBT lists. Unfortunately, the drive for marriage equality has papered over this problem, because the campaign for marriage equality ignores the issue of gender expression in all but its most basic terms. Yes, conservatives often ask, with a sneer, “Well, who is the man, and who is the woman?” Oftentimes the marriages are between two people who present identically, gender-wise. Regardless, we don’t talk about it, but on a very basic level being gay is much more than simply about who you love; it is about who you are as well.

This is why the current debate on the medical and psychological treatment of young trans girls is so emotionally fraught. Experience shows that most female-presenting children who had been assigned male at birth and appear for treatment ultimately grow up to be gay male adults. Studies are only now beginning to follow these children longitudinally to help us distinguish the trans girls from the gay boys. However, the fact that this is an issue highlights the fact that being gay is as much an issue of gender expression as it is one of sexual orientation. Most homophobia is directed at the gender nonconformity of gay people, whether or not that nonconformity is manifesting in a relationship or personal expression. And much of it is rooted in misogyny.

Here is where it gets very difficult and complicated. Many people, trans and cisgender alike, view drag performance as misogynistic, but gay men who present more femininely are simply expressing themselves to the world as they see fit. Too many gay men still dismiss trans women — who are women, and have always been women — as failed gay men. (See Jim Fouratt and Janice Raymond.) Even those gay men who don’t dismiss trans women often fear being associated with trans women because they’ve internalized Fouratt and imagine that the straight population views them as it does trans women. What gay man wants to be perceived as a woman without the courage to proceed through transition? That’s the flip side of imposing Fouratt’s philosophy on trans women, denigrating an elemental sense of gender identity by projecting it as a cover for self-loathing homophobia.

Many trans persons are not completely secure, and that’s no wonder, what with the very high rates of unemployment, homelessness, assault and multiple other forms of discrimination experienced in the trans community. Yet many gay men (and women) are still just as insecure, because marriage equality, while profoundly changing the culture, has yet to percolate down to the lived reality of so many, particularly those who are gender-nonconforming.

The challenge will be to reconcile these now-erupting self-expressions to enable us to create a world where we all treat each other with respect. One interesting suggestion I’ve heard would be a convening of a diverse group of drag queens and members of the trans female community to get to know one another and discuss these issues. And, for starters, it might help for someone to talk with RuPaul and explain how many trans women really don’t want to overcome their distaste for the slurs “tranny” and “shemale.” As one who was slurred as a cover girl for the extremist Traditional Values Coalition back in 2008, I join in asking for simple respect and civility.

Why Fund-Raising Is Fun

ONCE, I asked a class full of aspiring social entrepreneurs — all with business plans and ambitions to start nonprofits — how many of them were looking forward to fund-raising. Exactly zero hands went up. The consensus was that raising money might be a necessary evil, but it was a distraction from a social enterprise’s “real” work.

To their disappointment, I told them that today, soliciting donations is often the single biggest part of a nonprofit leader’s job. For example, I lead a research institution in Washington. Private philanthropy makes up our entire budget, so I travel every week, and the majority of my time is spent fund-raising.

Sound like fun? Actually, it is. Here’s why.

In 2003, while working on a book about charitable giving, I stumbled across a strange pattern in my data. Paradoxically, I was finding that donors ended up with more income after making their gifts. This was more than correlation; I found solid evidence that giving stimulated prosperity. I viewed my results as implausible, though, and filed them away. After all, data patterns never “prove” anything, they simply provide evidence for or against a hypothesis.

But when I mentioned my weird findings to a colleague, he told me that they were fairly unsurprising. Psychologists, I learned, have long found that donating and volunteering bring a host of benefits to those who give. In one typical study, researchers from Harvard and the University of British Columbia confirmed that, in terms of quantifying “happiness,” spending money on oneself barely moves the needle, but spending on others causes a significant increase.

Why? Charitable giving improves what psychologists call “self-efficacy,” one’s belief that one is capable of handling a situation and bringing about a desired outcome. When people give their time or money to a cause they believe in, they become problem solvers. Problem solvers are happier than bystanders and victims of circumstance.

If charity raises well-being, there is no obvious reason it would not also indirectly stimulate material prosperity as people improve their lives. By the time I published my results in an academic journal and book about philanthropy, the only real question was why I hadn’t intuitively understood this all along.

But studying the link between service to others and happiness changed more than just my research; the evidence led me and my wife to reconsider our personal behavior. We raised our financial support for the causes we cared about, increased our volunteering, and — proving that the path to the human heart can run through 100 megabytes of social science data — adopted our youngest child. These things have enriched our family beyond imagination, just as the research promised.

I also began working with nonprofit leaders, helping them to understand the transcendental benefit to donors and recipients alike. And after a few years I finally made the leap to fund-raising myself, leaving academia to lead my current institution, an organization with a mission to which I was morally committed: improving policy and defending American free enterprise.

In this role, I have found that the real magic of fund-raising goes even deeper than temporary happiness or extra income. It creates meaning. Donors possess two disconnected commodities: material wealth and sincere convictions. Alone, these commodities are difficult to combine. But fund-raisers facilitate an alchemy of virtue: They empower those with financial resources to convert the dross of their money into the gold of a better society.

Of course, not everyone shares the principles that motivate my institution’s scholars and supporters. But with millions of 501(c)(3)s and houses of worship nationwide, no one needs to wait on the sidelines and hope that politicians will marshal government power in service of their priorities. By investing their own time, talent and treasure, every American can bring his or her core principles to life. That can mean promoting literacy, conserving nature, saving souls or something else entirely.

None of this is exactly revolutionary; after all, Jesus himself taught his followers, “It is more blessed to give than to receive.” Poets and philosophers have often made this point. One example I love is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s lyrical test of success in life. In the poem “In the Churchyard at Cambridge,” he contemplates the grave of an unknown woman:

Was she a lady of high degree,

So much in love with the vanity

And foolish pomp of this world of ours?

Or was it Christian charity,

And lowliness and humility,

The richest and rarest of all dowers?

If the lady passed the test and gave of herself to others, who knows? She might have had a fund-raiser to thank.

Nonprofit leaders serve others, and help build causes. But just as important, by providing opportunities to give, they empower us to breathe more meaning into our lives.

The Scientific Quest to Prove Bisexuality Exists

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Cameron Harris, Michael Ryan Buckley and Kate Asson identify as bisexual (though they are not in a relationship with one another). CreditHannah Whitaker for The New York Times

I was sandwiched in the back seat of the car between John Sylla and Denise Penn, two board members of the Los Angeles-based American Institute of Bisexuality (A.I.B.), a deep-pocketed group partly responsible for a surge of academic and scientific research across the country about bisexuality. We were on our way to an A.I.B. board meeting, where members would decide which studies to fund and also brainstorm ways to increase bisexual visibility “in a world that still isn’t convinced that bisexuality — particularly male bisexuality — exists,” as Allen Rosenthal, a sex researcher at Northwestern University, told me.

When someone suggested that we try another route, Sylla, A.I.B.’s friendly and unassuming 55-year-old president, opened the maps app on his iPhone. I met Sylla the previous day at A.I.B. headquarters, a modest two-room office on the first floor of a quiet courtyard in West Hollywood that’s also home to film-production companies and a therapist’s office. Tall and pale, with an easy smile, Sylla offered me books from A.I.B.’s bisexual-themed bookshelf and marveled at the unlikelihood of his bisexual activism. “For the longest time, I didn’t even realize I was bi,” Sylla said. “When I did, I assumed I’d probably just live a supposedly straight life in the suburbs somewhere.”

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‘To come out as bisexual now would be like starting over in some way. My mom and dad would fall over. It was hard enough to convince them that I was gay.’

In the back seat, Sylla lifted his eyes from his phone and suggested an alternate course. Then he shrugged his shoulders. “We could go either way, really,” he told us. He smiled at me. “Get it? Either way?”

“This is what happens when you’re stuck in a car with bisexual activists,” said Brad S. Kane, who was behind the wheel. “More bisexual-themed puns and plays on words than any human should have to endure.”

A lawyer in his late 40s, Kane likes to call himself A.I.B.’s “token gay board member.” Though he had a relationship with a woman almost 20 years ago (and recently met a “French actress and rocker” to whom he was attracted), he’s primarily interested in men. “Everyone in A.I.B. seems to think I’m a closet bisexual,” he said, “but there are a host of emotional reasons why I choose to identify as gay. For one thing, it simplifies my life. To come out as bisexual now would be like starting over in some way. My mom and dad would fall over. It was hard enough to convince them that I was gay.”

I asked him why a man who identifies as gay was involved with A.I.B.

“Let me tell you a story,” he said, recalling the time he represented a heterosexual woman in a case against gay neighbors who were trying to have her dog put down. “People would say, ‘You’re gay — why aren’t you helping the gay couple?’ I’d say, ‘Because I always side with the underdog.’ The poor dog was in animal prison at animal control, with nobody to advocate for it. The dog needed help, needed a voice.” He paused and caught my eye in the rearview mirror. “You’re probably wondering where this is going and whether I’ll shut up anytime soon.”

“I know I am,” said Ian Lawrence, a slender and youthful 40-year-old A.I.B. board member in the passenger seat.

“Well, bisexual people are kind of like that dog,” Kane said. “They’re misunderstood. They’re ignored. They’re mocked. Even within the gay community, I can’t tell you how many people have told me, ‘Oh, I wouldn’t date a bisexual.’ Or, ‘Bisexuals aren’t real.’ There’s this idea, especially among gay men, that guys who say they’re bisexual are lying, on their way to being gay, or just kind of unserious and unfocused.”

Lawrence, who struggled in college to understand and accept his bisexuality, nodded and recalled a date he went on with a gay television personality. When Lawrence said that he was bisexual, the man looked at him with a pained face and muttered: “Oh, I wish you’d told me that before. I thought this was a real date.”

Hoping to offer bisexuals a supportive community in 2010, Lawrence became the head organizer for amBi, a bisexual social group in Los Angeles. “All kinds of people show up to our events,” he told me. “There are older bi folks, kids who say they ‘don’t need any labels,’ transgender people — because many trans people also identify as bi. At our events, people can be themselves. They can be out.”

“Though most bisexuals don’t come out,” Sylla said. “Most bisexuals are in convenient opposite-sex relationships and aren’t open about their sexual orientation. Why would you be open, when there is so much biphobia?”

Spend any time hanging around bisexual activists, and you’ll hear a great deal about biphobia. You’ll also hear about bi erasure, the idea that bisexuality is systematically minimized and dismissed. This is especially vexing to bisexual activists, who point to a 2011 report by the Williams Institute — a policy center specializing in L.G.B.T. demographics — that reviewed 11 surveys and found that “among adults who identify as L.G.B., bisexuals comprise a slight majority.” In one of the larger surveys reviewed by the institute (a 2009 study published in The Journal of Sexual Medicine), 3.1 percent of American adults identified as bisexual, while 2.5 percent identified as gay or lesbian. (In most surveys, the institute found that women were “substantially more likely than men to identify as bisexual.”)

Then there’s the tricky matter of identity versus behavior. Joe Kort, a Michigan-based sex therapist whose next book is about straight-identified men who are married but who also have sex with men, says that “many never tell anyone about their bisexual experiences, for fear of losing relationships or having their reputation hurt. Consequently, they’re an invisible group of men. We know very little about them.”

Bisexuals are so unlikely to be out about their orientation — in a 2013 Pew Research Survey, only 28 percent of people who identified as bisexual said they were open about it — that the San Francisco Human Rights Commission recently called them “an invisible majority” in need of resources and support.

But in the eyes of many Americans, bisexuality — despite occasional and exaggerated media reports of its chicness — remains a bewildering and potentially invented orientation favored by men in denial about their homosexuality and by women who will inevitably settle down with men. Studies have found that straight-identified people have more negative attitudes about bisexuals (especially bisexual men) than they do about gays and lesbians, but A.I.B.’s board members insist that some of the worst discrimination and minimization comes from the gay community.

“It’s exhausting trying to keep up with all the ignorance that people spew about bisexuality,” Lawrence told me.

A.I.B., which was founded in 1998 by Fritz Klein, who was a wealthy bisexual psychiatrist, is countering that “ignorance” with a nearly $17 million endowment and a belief in the persuasive value of academic and scientific research. In the last few years, A.I.B. has supported the work of about 40 researchers, including those looking at bisexual behavior and mental health; sexual-arousal patterns of bisexual men; bisexual youth; and “mostly straight” men.

“We’re making great progress where there was little hard science,” said Sylla, who insisted that research “now completely validates that bisexual people exist.” A.I.B., he added, has moved on to more nuanced questions: “Can we see differences in the brains of bisexual people using f.M.R.I. technology? How many bisexual people are there — regardless of how they identify — and what range of relationships and life experiences do they have? And how can we help non-bi people understand and better accept bi people?”

That last goal might be the most difficult to achieve. As we piled out of the car, I told them about an episode of the HBO show “Girls,” in which a young male character remarked that bisexuals were one of two groups — the other was Germans — that “you can still make fun of.”

“As you can see,” Sylla told me, “we have some work to do.”

The first order of business at A.I.B.’s board meeting was a Skype session with Michael Bailey, a professor of psychology at Northwestern University who has managed to irritate a remarkably wide swath of the L.G.B.T. community.

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Some of Bailey’s most vocal critics are bisexual activists, who were angered by a 2005 study he co-wrote titled “Sexual Arousal Patterns of Bisexual Men.” Bailey had long believed that women were more “bisexually oriented” than men. A 2004 study he did with Meredith Chivers (an associate professor of psychology at Queens University) showed that it didn’t matter so much whether a woman identified as straight or lesbian; most showed genital arousal to both male and female pornography. Men, in contrast, were more “bipolar,” as Bailey put it. Their arousal patterns tended to match their professed sexual orientation. If they said they were gay, usually they were aroused by male erotica; if they said they were heterosexual, female erotica turned them on.

But when Bailey and others tested self-described gay, straight and bisexual men the following year, they found one group — bisexuals — for whom identity and arousal didn’t appear to match. Though the men claimed to be turned on by men and women, in the lab their bodies told a different story. “Most bisexual men appeared homosexual in their genital arousal . . .” the authors wrote. “Male bisexuality appears primarily to represent a style of interpreting or reporting sexual arousal rather than a distinct pattern of . . . sexual arousal.”

The New York Times summarized the study’s findings with a headline that read: “Straight, Gay or Lying? Bisexuality Revisited.” “It was so disheartening,” recalled Ellyn Ruthstrom, the president of the Bisexual Resource Center in Boston. “It was this terrible moment where we all wondered, Do we really have to keep debating whether bisexuality exists? It fed into so many of the stereotypes that people believe about bisexuality — that bisexual people are lying to ourselves or to others, that we’re confused, that we can’t be trusted.”

While some bisexual activists filled Bailey’s email inbox with hate mail, Sylla invited Bailey to dinner. “I wanted to work with Mike and help him design a better study,” Sylla told me. “What I said to him early on was: ‘Of course there are bisexual men. You just haven’t found them yet.’ ” Bailey said he was skeptical, but he was impressed with Sylla’s civility and decided to hear him out. That turned out to be a smart decision: A few years later, A.I.B. became an important source of funding for research on bisexuals. Lisa Diamond, a professor of psychology at the University of Utah who receives A.I.B. support, told me, “It’s difficult to get funding to study sexual orientation for its own sake, unless you’re linking it to mental or physical health issues like H.I.V. or suicidality.”

At A.I.B.’s suggestion, Bailey did a second study in which he used more stringent criteria to find bisexual-identified test subjects. Instead of advertising in an alternative newspaper and gay magazines, Bailey’s team recruited men who placed online ads seeking sex with both members of a mixed-gender couple. The men also needed to have had romantic relationships with both men and women.

To Bailey’s surprise, the new study — published in 2011 and called “Sexual Arousal Patterns of Bisexual Men Revisited” — found that the bisexual men did in fact demonstrate “bisexual patterns of both subjective and genital arousal.” Their arousal pattern matched their professed orientation, and A.I.B., which had been criticized by some bisexual activists for working with Bailey, was vindicated.

On the day I attended the group’s board meeting in San Diego, Bailey was seeking funding for new research. But before he could outline it for the board, someone in the room joked, “You’re not going to do one of those demonstrations, are you?” It was a reference to a controversial session of Bailey’s 2011 Human Sexuality class at Northwestern, during which a female guest speaker was brought to orgasm by her male partner using a sex toy.

Bailey, who seemed like he didn’t hear the joke, went into an explanation of his proposed study, which I was surprised to hear wouldn’t include any actual bisexuals. Instead, he planned to test the arousal patterns of 60 gay-identified men.

“We’re interested in the role that sexual inhibition can play in people’s sexuality, in ways that might be relevant to sexual identity or capacity,” he began. “There’s evidence from prior studies that if you start with a stimulus that might turn on a gay guy — say, two guys [being sexual] — and then add a woman to the scene, some gay men are going to be inhibited by that and feel less aroused, while others won’t see their arousal decrease. A subset of bisexual-identified men might be explained by that.”

“How so?” I asked.

Carlos Legaspy, an A.I.B. board member from Chicago, tried to clarify: “There’s some indication that what makes a bisexual person may be less about what they’re strongly attracted to and more about what they’re not averse to.”

“So,” I said, “the hypothesis is that some gay guys think they’re bisexual because they’re not turned off by the idea of being with women?”

Bailey nodded and went on to say that he would be testing two different groups of gay men: half who said they wouldn’t lose their arousal if a woman was in a pornographic scene with two men, and half who said they would.

“Is there any concern of an effect of a twosome versus a threesome?” Sylla asked aloud. “Some guys might be turned on or off by a particular threesome scenario.”

“I don’t think we would have a problem adding a stimulus of an all-male threesome (as a comparison), which should take care of that,” Bailey said.

Though Sylla often told me that he “believes in academic freedom and scientific study” and that A.I.B. “doesn’t put its thumb on the scale,” he makes no apologies for seeking input into the design of A.I.B.-supported studies. Some of the group’s board members, for example, had previously expressed concern to Bailey and other researchers about the quality of the pornography they were using to test bisexual arousal.

“They used videos where the women looked cracked out, had long press-on nails and seemed miserable,” Lawrence told me. “The idea that you could accurately judge someone’s bisexuality by showing them that kind of porn was really astonishing to me. If you do love and respect women, that kind of porn should repel you.”

Baily and other A.I.B.-supported researchers insisted that while they welcomed A.I.B.’s input, the group’s funding didn’t impact their results. “Not only do I not compromise science for money,” Bailey said, “but I don’t really care whether my results upset people. The number of different identity groups that have disliked my findings should be proof of that.”

On the day before A.I.B.’s board meeting, I joined Sylla and a young bisexual writer and actor named Joe Filippone outside Book Soup, a bookstore in West Hollywood. We were standing in a long line for a chance to meet the music mogul Clive Davis, who had recently declared that “to call me anything other than bisexual would be inaccurate.” Maybe “meet” is too strong a word; we were waiting with everyone else for Davis to sign a copy of his book, “The Soundtrack of My Life.”

Sylla brought a “goody bag” to the signing for Davis — inside were A.I.B.-affiliated books and literature, as well as pens, wristbands and lollipops emblazoned with “bisexual” and “bisexual.org” (A.I.B.’s website). “It’s great anytime someone can be honest about who they are,” Sylla said, smiling in the late afternoon sun. “But Clive Davis coming out as bi is big news.”


‘There’s this idea, especially among gay men, that guys who say they’re bisexual are lying, on their way to being gay, or just kind of unserious and unfocused.’

Though a number of famous women have said they’re bisexual (including Drew Barrymore, Anna Paquin, Megan Fox and Azealia Banks), few big-name men have followed suit. And because Davis was 80, it would be difficult for skeptics to dismiss his declaration as one of a confused young man who would surely grow out of his bisexual phase, as the gay writer Andrew Sullivan suggested months later about the 19-year-old British diver Tom Daley. Daley had said in a YouTube video that he was happily dating a man but was still interested in women.

Sullivan predicted that Daley would “never have a sexual relationship with a woman again, because his assertion that he still fancies girls is a classic bridging mechanism to ease the transition to his real sexual identity. I know this because I did it, too.”

Sullivan’s logic is particularly frustrating to Sylla and other bisexual activists. Though they agree that many gay men use bisexuality as a transition identity — sometimes as a way to soften the blow of coming out to parents — “gay men seem to have a hard time fathoming that someone might have an honestly different trajectory,” Sylla said. (Gay men aren’t the only ones. In an episode of “Sex and the City,” Carrie Bradshaw dates a bi guy and suspects that he’s just on “a layover on the way to Gaytown.”)

Bisexual activists told me that much of what gay and lesbian people believe about bisexuality is wrong and is skewed by a self-reinforcing problem: because of biphobia, many bisexuals don’t come out. But until more bisexuals come out, the stereotypes and misinformation at the heart of biphobia won’t be seriously challenged. “The only ‘bisexual’ people that many gays and lesbians know are the ones who ended up gay,” a bisexual woman in Columbus, Ohio, told me. When she tells her gay and lesbian friends about studies showing that bisexuals outnumber them, “they look at me funny and say, ‘That’s strange, because I don’t know any bisexual people.’ ”

But biphobia doesn’t tell the whole story of bisexual invisibility. According to the 2013 Pew Research Survey of L.G.B.T.-identified Americans, bisexuals are less likely than gays and lesbians “to view their sexual orientation as important to their overall identity.” That feeds into a belief among some gays and lesbians that bisexuals are essentially fence-sitters who can pass for straight for decades at a time and aren’t especially invested in the L.G.B.T. community.

Gay distrust of bisexuals has a long history: The first officially recognized gay organization, the Society for Human Rights, founded in Chicago in 1924, tried to exclude them. In the 1990s, groups like BiNet USA (a national bisexual advocacy organization) began successfully lobbying reluctant gay groups to add the “B” to their names, even as bisexual men were blamed for spreading H.I.V. to women. In 1992, a gay journal spoke for many in the gay and lesbian community when it wrote skeptically about bisexuals under the headline, “What Do Bisexuals Want?”

Recently, I jokingly asked a bisexual friend of mine, Earnie Gardner, what he “wanted.” He said he hoped the gay and lesbian community would “step up and support bisexual people.” But then he added something else. “I really wish everyone could experience how extraordinary it is to be able to fall in love with people regardless of their gender,” he said. “I once told a straight friend who couldn’t really understand my bisexuality: ‘Hey, just because you’re incapable of finding the beauty in both genders, don’t hold your deficiencies against me. You have a handicap, I don’t.’ But, somehow, I’m seen as the strange one, the one who doesn’t fit into our obsession with everything being black or white, straight or gay.”

Gardner could think of only one place where there’s an upside to broadcasting a bisexual identity — gay chat rooms and online hookup sites. “It’s really the only place where you’ll get a medal for being bi,” he said. “Being bisexual, or claiming to be bisexual, has currency there, probably because bi guys are often perceived as being more ‘masculine’ than gay guys. Gay guys don’t usually want to have a relationship with a bi guy, but they sure want to have sex with him.”

Bisexual women also struggle to find lesbians willing to date them — or even to take them seriously. The bisexual activist and speaker Robyn Ochs told me that when she realized in college that she was bisexual, she hoped to be honest about that with the lesbians on her campus. “But it didn’t feel safe for me to do that,” she said. “They said that bisexuals couldn’t be trusted, that they would inevitably leave you for a man. Had I come out as lesbian, I could have been welcomed with open arms, taken to parties, invited to join the softball team. The lesbian red carpet, if you will. But for me to say I was a lesbian would have required that I dismiss all of my previous attractions to men as some sort of false consciousness. So I didn’t come out.”

That lack of support and community likely has health implications. Brian Dodge, a leading researcher on bisexuality and health at Indiana University, Bloomington, guest-edited a special health issue of the Journal of Bisexuality (an A.I.B.-supported quarterly publication). He found that compared with their exclusively homosexual and heterosexual counterparts, bisexuals have reported higher rates of depression, anxiety, substance use, victimization by violence, suicidal ideation and sexual-health concerns. Dodge blames many of those problems on the stigma and discrimination that bisexuals face. “Put simply,” he said, “it’s not easy to be bisexual.”

As the line outside Book Soup slowly inched forward, Sylla quizzed Filippone on his sexual history. “How would you rank your amount of sexual curiosity?” Sylla wanted to know. A.I.B. had recently funded a study looking into the connection between bisexuality and sexual curiosity, and Sylla had taken to asking every bisexual person he met whether they felt unusually curious.

“At this point there isn’t much I haven’t tried,” Filippone said with a laugh, “so I don’t have much to be curious about anymore.” He added that he identifies as polyamorous. “When I’m with men, I want to be with women. When I’m with women, I want to be with men. Eventually I just stopped trying to choose and started seeing both at the same time.”

Sylla said that he’s content with his male partner of 17 years. “At my age, you know . . .” he said, his voice trailing off. He finished his thought a few beats later. “Researcher Lisa Diamond heard a great quote that fits perfectly for many bisexuals I know: ‘I can drive a blue car, or I can drive a red car. But I have a one-car garage.’ ”

In college, Sylla happily dated women but also had two secretive relationships with men. He never had “emotionless sex,” he said, and the sex of the person he was interested in was less important than his romantic and intellectual connection to them. Still, he didn’t see himself as bisexual. “I really didn’t think about my sexual identity back then,” he told me.

At 30, Sylla married a woman. When that ended four years later (in addition to normal marital stressors, his ex-wife worried about his previous same-sex experiences), Sylla attended an English-speaking men’s support group in Paris, where he lived at the time. “We all started talking about our identities,” Sylla recalled. “One guy said, ‘Well, I’m gay.’ Another said he was straight. When it came to me, I said, ‘Well, I guess I’m bisexual.’ If I looked back at my behavior and relationships, the label fit. It was a deductive process.”

He ended up in a three-year relationship with the gay man from that group, and in 1994 they moved together to Los Angeles. When that relationship fizzled, Sylla said he had “pretty much decided to go back to women” but hoped to find a female partner who would understand bisexual men. He visited the L.A. Gay and Lesbian Center in search of resources and “a bisexual community,” but he found neither. Before leaving, Sylla picked up a copy of a local gay newspaper with an article by Mike Szymanski, a bisexual writer and activist, who would go on to co-write the book “The Bisexual’s Guide to the Universe.”

“I would like to get involved in the bisexual movement, and I would like to meet you,” Sylla wrote in a letter to Szymanski, who had just ended a relationship with a woman. Sylla and Szymanski have been together ever since.

Sylla joined A.I.B.’s board in 1999, working closely with the group’s founder, Fritz Klein. A tall, gentle man with a booming voice, Klein lived modestly despite his wealth and seemed singularly focused on educating the world about bisexuality and promoting healthy relationships among bisexuals. “It is the quality of loving, not the gender of love’s objects, that should come under fire,” he wrote.

When Klein died in 2006, Sylla told me, he left a sizable portion of his fortune to the organization he founded. “He wanted the work to continue,” Sylla said as we approached the table where Clive Davis was signing books. Davis wore a dark suit and was flanked on either side by a bodyguard and a store employee, neither of whom seemed keen on letting us chitchat with the music mogul — or even hand him the gift bag. “I’ll make sure Mr. Davis gets that,” the store employee said, plucking it from Sylla’s hands.

Not one to get easily flustered, Sylla smiled and politely asked Davis, “Could you please make out the inscription to A.I.B.?”

‘I really wish everyone could experience how extraordinary it is to be able to fall in love with people regardless of their gender.’

“A.I.B.?” Davis replied.

“Yes, the American Institute of Bisexuality.”

Davis chuckled and flashed Sylla a smile.

Last May, I traveled to Cornell University to meet Ritch Savin-Williams and Gerulf Rieger, two psychologists using A.I.B. funding to study bisexual identity and behavior.

They had just completed the study that explored the link between bisexuality and sexual curiosity. Rieger told me that researchers know very little about the connection between personality and sexual orientation, and he found that bisexual men have higher levels of sexual curiosity (defined as being interested in things like watching other people have sex or participating in orgies) than straight or gay men. The study also showed that an especially high level of sexual curiosity might explain why some bisexual-identified men show arousal to both men and women in a lab, while others don’t.

To test male arousal, Rieger and Savin-Williams use a pupil-dilation tracker instead of a genital monitor. The degree of pupil dilation has been found to correspond to self-reported sexual attraction and orientation, and Rieger, who used to work in Bailey’s lab at Northwestern, said that it can be more accurate in some ways than a genital measure. (Savin-Williams told me that when he volunteered in the 1970s for an early pupil-dilation study of sexual orientation at the University of Chicago, he was “scared to death, because I knew it was telling the truth about my sexuality.”)

Rieger suggested that I try out the eye-tracker for myself. I had already visited Bailey’s lab at Northwestern, where Allen Rosenthal used a “penile-strain gauge” (which measures the changing circumference of the penis) to assess my arousal and ran me through a test similar to the one he administered to bisexual men in 2011. I was curious whether the process would accurately reflect my professed orientation. I identify as gay, but I’ve long considered myself a 5 on the Kinsey scale, which was developed in the 1940s and measures sexuality on a continuum from zero (exclusively heterosexual) to 6 (exclusively homosexual). Though I had sexual experiences with women in college that I enjoyed, my primary sexual and romantic interest has always been in men. I figured that as a Kinsey 5, though, I might show some arousal to the all-female videos. I certainly didn’t consider myself “averse” to female sexuality. (Alfred Kinsey, himself bisexual, found that many people were between 1 and 5 on his scale and argued that “males do not represent two discrete populations, heterosexual and homosexual. The world is not to be divided into sheep and goats.”)

In the sparse testing room at Northwestern, I undressed and sat on a vinyl armchair covered with a disposable sheet. Through an intercom, Rosenthal assured me that he couldn’t see into the room; he would instead be monitoring my arousal in real time by looking at a line on his computer screen. I was instructed to move as little as possible once I applied the gauge, lest the line start to look “spiky like a polygraph.”

Thirty minutes later, after I watched scenes involving men, women or both, I exited the testing room eager to hear my results.

“So, how gay am I?” I asked Rosenthal.

“Pretty gay,” he said with a laugh, adding that my genital response was “typical for a homosexual man.” He said I showed practically no arousal to the lesbian scenes, though I was turned on by a video involving men and women, especially when the men interacted. Still, I was much less averse to women than another gay man who took the test after me — according to the line on Rosenthal’s computer screen, that man didn’t experience arousal when a woman joined the men.

At Cornell, my eyes told a different story. In the small eye-tracking testing room, I watched a series of clips of men and women masturbating. Rieger told me that for most men, their pupil dilation is a strong predictor of their sexual identity. But my professed identity (mostly gay) didn’t match my pupil response. “You dilated almost twice as much as a regular gay man and almost as much as a regular straight man to women,” Rieger told me. “Your pupils actually tell me that you’re more bi than gay.”

That was news to me. I felt a sudden kinship with the self-described bisexual men in Bailey’s original 2005 study, who must have been surprised to learn that they had their sexual orientation all wrong. I could imagine a potentially awkward scenario the next time someone asked me if I was into men or women. “Well, now, that depends on whether you believe the sex researchers at Northwestern or Cornell,” I might have to say.

Rieger’s suggestion did throw me for a momentary loop. Might I actually be bisexual? Have I been so wedded to my gay identity — one I adopted in college and announced with great fanfare to family and friends — that I haven’t allowed myself to experience another part of myself? In some ways, even asking those questions is anathema to many gays and lesbians. That kind of publicly shared uncertainty is catnip to the Christian Right and to the scientifically dubious, psychologically damaging ex-gay movement it helped spawn. As out gay men and lesbians, after all, we’re supposed to be sure — we’re supposed to be “born this way.” It’s a politically important position (one that’s helping us achieve marriage equality and other rights), but it leaves little space for out gay men to muddy the waters with talk of Kinsey 4s and 5s.

Bisexuality, too, is politically problematic. Are bisexuals born bisexual? Where does choice come into the picture? John Sylla’s longtime partner, Mike Szymanski, told me that his parents didn’t accept his bisexual identity. “If you’re born that way and you can’t choose, that’s something we can accept, but if you like both, then you do have a choice,” Szymanski’s mother told him.

Unlike Szymanski, I don’t believe I’m bisexual — no matter what my pupils suggest. It doesn’t feel true as a sexual orientation, nor does it feel right as my identity. And though I don’t discount the value of studying arousal in a lab setting, I spoke to several bisexual activists who did. Sexuality, they told me, is far too complex to be quantified by our reaction to pornography. “Sure, sexual orientation is partly about our response to visual stimuli,” Robyn Ochs told me. “But it’s about other sensory inputs too. And it’s about our emotional response. Sexuality is so complex, and I worry that valuable funding dollars are going to studies that don’t actually really tell us all that much about bisexuality.”

To their credit, both Rieger and Savin-Williams were thoughtful in their conversations with me about the challenges of studying bisexuality. Savin-Williams, in particular, said he was mostly interested in understanding the “incredible diversity” among bisexuals. He told me about one young man he interviewed whose arousal looked “extraordinarily gay” in the lab. But he was romantically interested in only women. “He falls madly in love with girls all over the place,” Savin-Williams said, “and it’s not because he hates the ‘gay’ part of himself. He just connects romantically and emotionally with women in a way he doesn’t with men. Will that change? Perhaps. But right now he’s not 50-50 interested in men and women — it’s almost like he’s 100 percent and 100 percent, but in two different ways. Most of the time sexual attraction and romantic attraction will overlap, but for some bisexual people, there’s a discrepancy between the two.”

Rieger nodded. “People constantly surprise you,” he said, recalling one young man who announced that he was “50-50 bisexual” but who only showed arousal to women in the lab. “His arousal was like a perfect straight guy,” Rieger told me.

“Sounds like he’s romantically attracted to guys but sexually attracted to women,” Savin-Williams said. “I think there’s a lot more sexual complexity and nuance among men than researchers have assumed for years.”

I heard something similar from Lisa Diamond, who has spent much of her career studying identity and same-sex attraction in women. She had long assumed that men were much less likely to be “sexually fluid,” but she has since changed her mind. At a conference in Austin in February, she presented a paper that summarized the initial findings from her survey of 394 people — including gay men, lesbians, bisexual men and women and heterosexual men and women. It was called: “I Was Wrong! Men Are Pretty Darn Sexually Fluid, Too!”

‘I think our categories of gay versus bisexual don’t capture all the important space in between.’

Diamond had her subjects, who were between 18 and 35, fill out an extensive questionnaire about their sexual attractions and identity at various points in their lives. She was surprised to find that almost as many men transitioned at some point from a gay identity to a bisexual, queer or unlabeled one, as did from a bisexual identity to a gay identity. Thirty-five percent of gay men also reported experiencing other-sex attractions in the past year, and 10 percent of gay men reported other-sex sexual behavior during the same period. “I think our categories of gay versus bisexual don’t capture all the important space in between,” she said.

There is perhaps no demographic group more likely to revel in the space between sexual-identity categories — or to obliterate them altogether — than college students.

Last spring at the College of Wooster in Ohio, I attended a student-run event titled “Not So Straight and Narrow: An Introduction to Bisexual, Pansexual and Fluid Identities.” Robyn Ochs said events like that, and a marked increase in bisexual and transgender activism among young people challenging long-held beliefs about gender and sexuality, will most likely do more to change cultural perceptions of bisexuality than any laboratory research will.

At the Wooster event, which was attended mostly by students who identified as something other than heterosexual, the moderators explained that many young people reject the “gender binary” — or the classification of gender as two polarized expressions of masculinity and femininity. Many of the students in the room felt that their gender identity was not so easily categorized. Nor, too, was their sexual orientation — it certainly didn’t fit into neat binary classifications like gay or straight.

The moderators defined bisexuality as being attracted “to one or more genders.” “Bi means two, except not really,” a moderator said. “Bisexuality was initially defined as being attracted to both men and women, but it’s being reclaimed and expanded. For example, being bisexual can now mean being attracted to women and to feminine-identified trans people.”

(Ochs has developed a widely used definition of bisexuality that takes these changes into account: “I call myself bisexual because I acknowledge that I have in myself the potential to be attracted — romantically and/or sexually — to people of more than one sex and/or gender, not necessarily at the same time, not necessarily in the same way and not necessarily to the same degree.”)

Still, as enthusiastic and supportive as everyone appeared to be at the Wooster event, there’s the real world to consider. When students were asked to shout out myths that they’d heard about bisexuals, they had plenty: “You just need to decide.” “You want an excuse to sleep with anyone.” “You can’t be faithful.” “You’re really just gay.” “You must have an S.T.D.” “It’s a phase.” “You just want attention.”

A bisexual male student, who didn’t attend the event, told me later that even his more liberal and accepting friends assumed he was gay even after he came out as bisexual. “It was only when I slept with a few girls at school that I shut them up,” he said.

A.I.B. is currently funding several studies exploring the experience of bisexual youth, including several by Eric Anderson, a sociologist at the University of Winchester, in England. Anderson, who is working on a book about bisexuality, said that much of the research into bisexual people is skewed by biased samples. “To find bisexuals, many researchers have gone to L.G.B.T. support groups or other places where you’re going to find people who feel they need support or who are outcasts in some way,” he said. “But many bisexuals — especially many bisexual young people — don’t need support and are doing great.”

In 2011, Anderson and two co-authors hit the streets of New York City, Los Angeles and London in search of bisexual men to interview. “Bisexual men, we’re paying $40 for academic research!” the researchers shouted in 20-second intervals at several locations in each city.

Anderson and his team conducted in-depth interviews with 90 openly bisexual men they met using their unconventional method, including many bisexuals of color. The researchers found that the younger men had significantly more positive bisexual coming-out experiences. They also noted that they “appeared more confident, socially competent and at ease discussing their sexuality.”

This didn’t come as a surprise to Anderson, who wrote that “the liberalization of attitudes toward homosexuality in American cultures has also been beneficial for bisexual men.” Even heterosexual young men are helped by this trend, Anderson told me. “There’s substantially less homophobia and biphobia among young people than adults,” he said, “and if you scroll through the photos of young straight-identified men on Facebook, you’d think that many of them were bisexual. Guys are just much more physically demonstrative with each other, much more playful and affectionate, than they were a decade or two ago.”

Anderson believes that the “one-time rule of homosexuality” — the assumption that if a guy has one same-sex experience, then he must be gay or bisexual — is no longer considered valid by many young people.

“I ask male youth, ‘Can a guy have sex with a guy once and not be gay,’ and they say: ‘Of course. He could be bi, or straight, or just trying,’ ” Anderson said. “When I interview young men about their identity, I hear a lot of, ‘I’m mostly straight,’ or ‘I hookup with a guy every once in a while.’ These guys don’t usually identify as bisexual, but some of them will tell me: ‘I’m not really sure what I am. Maybe I am bisexual.’ ”

Anderson added that many young people aren’t sure what qualifies as bisexual: “Does their attraction have to be 50-50? What about if it’s 80-20? Should they still consider themselves bisexual then? Should they adopt that identity? Many young men don’t know, and they’re not in a rush to put a label on that uncertainty.”

On my last night with A.I.B. in Los Angeles, I joined John Sylla and Mike Szymanski for dinner. Szymanski isn’t involved with A.I.B., but like Sylla, he’s a longtime bisexual activist. As a young man, Szymanski identified as gay and even worked for a gay magazine, but he surprised himself by falling in love with a woman. “So I had to sneak around with my girlfriend,” he told me, “lest I start a scandal at the office.”

Though I spent enough time talking to bisexual people to know that there’s one question that annoys them above all others, I couldn’t help myself. After a glass or two of wine, I heard myself asking Sylla if he was “more attracted” to men or women. I had assumed that the answer would be men, because he’d been with Szymanski for 17 years — and they’re monogamous, according to what Szymanski wrote in “The Bisexual’s Guide to the Universe.”

Sylla smiled patiently and told me that in a purely physical sense, he was probably more interested in women. “But my attraction to a person doesn’t have much to do with their body parts,” he said.

“But do you feel any internal or external pressure to identify as gay, because you’ve been together so long?” I asked.

Szymanski chuckled. “It used to be an annual conversation with my parents at Thanksgiving. ‘Still bisexual? Still bisexual?’ ” he said. “But we don’t ask straight people about the last time they had sex and then suggest that they aren’t actually heterosexual if it’s been a while.”

Sylla added that it was important — both for his own sense of authenticity and for bisexual visibility — to continue to publicly identify as bisexual. “The world needs more out bi people so that bisexuals can find support and community, just like gay people have when they come out,” he said. “Many bisexuals just end up saying they’re gay if they’re with a same-sex person or straight if they’re with an opposite-sex person. It’s easier to do that — you don’t have to constantly correct people or deal with people’s stereotypes about bisexuality and fidelity.”

Szymanski told me about two female friends of theirs who only dated men until meeting each other late in life. “They’re pretty militant about their lesbianism now,” Szymanski said, “but I’ll ask them, ‘Did you have really great sex with guys?’ They nod. ‘Did you have orgasms?’ They nod. ‘Could you still have them?’ They nod. But they insist that they’re lesbians, because, I think, they’re convinced it’s in their best interest to identify that way.”

“Another case of bisexual invisibility,” Sylla said.

“Yes, and it’s strange to me,” Szymanski added. “Because wouldn’t their behavior suggest something different? Wouldn’t it suggest that they’re actually, you know, bisexual?”

Benoit Denizet-Lewis is a contributing writer and an assistant professor of writing and publishing at Emerson College. His new book, “Travels With Casey,” will be published in July.

Editor: Ilena Silverman

It Gets Better Project To Host Google Hangout ‘Illustrations’ About Toys And Gender

The Huffington Post  | by  James Nichols
TOYS

The It Gets Better Project will host a Google Hangout this Wednesday, April 9, to examine the way that the gender-based marketing of toys affects lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender children and young people.

The Hangout is slated to include blogger Julie Tarney of mysonwearsheels.com, Dana Beyer, Executive Director of Gender Rights Maryland, and Kaye Toal, Community Manager at Goldieblox. Farah Miller, Editor of Huffpost Parents, will moderate.

The Hangout is happening as a portion of the It Gets Better Project’s “Illustrations” initiative, a social media-based campaign that aims to bring visibility to issues specifically affecting LGBT youth.

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“LGBT youth are constantly dealing with pressure to conform to gender norms. For many of us, that pressure started with playtime in nursery school,” Ted Farley, Executive Director of the It Gets Better Project, said in a statement to The Huffington Post. “We’re thrilled that this Hangout will bring together parents, toy industry professionals, and LGBT experts to talk about this important issue.”

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In Their Own Terms

By JACOB BERNSTEIN
March 12, 2014 | The New York Times

The first time Rhys Ernst saw Zackary Drucker was in 2005 at a bar in the East Village.

At the time, both were aspiring artists. Rhys had recently graduated from Hampshire College and was working for MTV networks. Zackary had graduated from the School of Visual Arts and was appearing on a reality TV show called “Artstar,” hosted by Jeffrey Deitch.

But there was one clear impediment to romance: Rhys had never dated a man, and Zackary had never dated a woman.

“I remember thinking,” Rhys said, “if I ever dated a boy, that’s the type of boy I’d date.”

Rhys Ernst, left, and his partner, Zackary Drucker, at “Relationship,” their exhibition of photographs being shown in the Whitney Biennial.

Today, that consideration is not an issue. Over the last five years, Zackary has transitioned from male to female, Rhys from female to male.

And in “Relationship,” a photo exhibition currently on view at the Whitney Biennial, the two have chronicled that process and the evolution of their own love affair. (In a recent preview of the Biennial, Holland Cotter of The New York Times wrote that the Ernst/Drucker photographs “put queer consciousness on the front burner.”)

That a show by two transgender artists should be so prominently featured at the 2014 Biennial should come as a surprise to no one. It is just more evidence of the increasing presence of trans people at the center of popular culture.

In their spring advertising campaigns, the luxury retailer Barneys New York and the award-winning jewelry designer Alexis Bittar feature transgender models. In February, a memoir by Janet Mock, a former editor at People magazine, which drew heavily on her transition from male to female, made the New York Times best-seller list. Laverne Cox has become a breakout star on Netflix’s hit show “Orange Is the New Black,” playing a sympathetic character who winds up in prison after using stolen credit cards to pay for her gender reassignment surgery. And Carmen Carrera, a transgender showgirl who first achieved demi-fame as a contestant on the reality television program “RuPaul’s Drag Race,” has become an in-demand fashion model and muse for the photographer Steven Meisel.

 

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Here are their stories.

Laverne Cox

Laverne Cox grew up in Mobile, Ala., with her identical twin brother and her mother, a single parent who worked two to three jobs at a time to make ends meet.

She enrolled at Marymount Manhattan College in New York in the late ‘90s, where by day she majored in dance, took her first acting classes and became immersed in gender studies.

Laverne Cox, plays the transgender character Sophia in a scene from “Orange Is the New Black.”

By night, Ms. Cox was a presence on the downtown club scene, hanging out at Flamingo East in the East Village and performing operatic versions of heavy metal songs at Squeeze Box, a Friday night party at Don Hill’s. (Among the songs she sang were Iron Maiden’s “Be Quick or Be Dead” and Pantera’s “Mouth for War.”)

At the time, Ms. Cox said, she was in a “gender nonconforming space,” no longer living as a man, but still struggling with her own “internalized transphobia” as well as a desire to “be myself and not embody some stereotype of womanhood.”

“It was a mess,” she said.

After completing her transition, she was cast in 2008 on the VH1 reality show “I Want to Work for Diddy.” (Ms. Cox made it halfway through the competition.) Last year, she got her big break with a role on “Orange Is the New Black” on Netflix.

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On the show, the major characters appear in prison and then in flashback sequences that show how they got there. So Ms. Cox’s twin, a musician who lives in Brooklyn, played her character pretransition.

Ms. Cox has spoken at colleges about the transgender experience. She’s also done one now-famous chat on a daytime talk show, where she appeared with Carmen Carrera and gently chastised the host, Katie Couric, for being too focused on questions about genital surgery, which not every transgender person undergoes. After Ms. Couric said to Ms. Carrera, “Your private parts are different now, aren’t they,” Ms. Cox argued that focusing on this objectifies trans people and prevents a more meaningful discussion from taking place.

“Someone called me a man in the airport today,” Ms. Cox said in an interview this week. “Just because there’s a few trans folks having lovely careers and having moments of visibility does not mean that a lot of trans folks lives are not in peril. We need to remember those folks who are struggling, particularly trans women of color who are on the margins.”

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Some success stories are neat. Others, like Janet Mock’s, less so. She grew up in Hawaii with a mother who had her first child at 16 and a father who battled drug addiction and had numerous children with other women. (One year, Ms. Mock said, her father “had a baby in January, February and April.”)

Then, in middle school, Ms. Mock met a transgender girl named Wendi, and at 12 or 13, she began applying lip gloss, wearing makeup and tweezing her eyebrows. At 15, she started hormones.

She was an honor student in high school while she worked as a prostitute on Merchant Street in Honolulu, which is how she saved the money to travel to Thailand and pay for gender reassignment surgery.

After graduating from the University of Hawaii in 2005, Ms. Mock became an editor at People.com, then came out as transgender in a 2011 Marie Claire profile.

Valentijn de Hingh, left, in the new Barneys campaign, which features 16 transgender models.

This winter, Atria Books (a division of Simon and Schuster) published her memoir, “Redefining Realness,” in which she quotes Audre Lorde, James Baldwin and Maya Angelou but wrote that Beyoncé was most responsible for “shifting” how she viewed herself as a woman of color.

“Everyone celebrated her because she was the girl of the moment,” said Ms. Mock, 31, who has frizzy, Afro-ish hair with blond highlights, and, on the day I met her, looked effortlessly fashionable in a pair of black Theory jeans and a denim shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off her gold-colored infinity bangles. On her arm was a tan leather 3.1 Phillip Lim bag, which she said was a gift to herself after her book became a best seller.

Like Ms. Cox and Ms. Carrera, she has been somewhat offended by the tone of some of her television interviews. Last month, Ms. Mock went on Piers Morgan’s CNN show (it has since been canceled), where the host all but began the interview by saying how “amazing” it was that this attractive woman had once been biologically male.

“Had I not known your life story, I would have absolutely no clue,” he said, as the scrawl at the bottom of the bottom of the screen read “Born a boy.”

“The Longest Day of the Year,” from Zackary Drucker and Rhys Ernst’s exhibition at the Whitney Biennial.

 

Ms. Mock pounced on Twitter, and Slate ran a withering piece on Mr. Morgan’s performance that evening, chastising him for being “obsessed with appearances” and accusing the show of promoting the segment in a “sensational and ignorant way.”

Nevertheless, the interest in Ms. Mock’s book and its subsequent sales is an indication that something is changing dramatically. And, no doubt, she appreciates having a platform now.

As a child, she said: “All I knew was gay. All I knew was RuPaul.”

Valentijn de Hingh

A Dutch camera crew followed Valentijn de Hingh around for the bulk of her childhood, chronicling her journey from male to female. By the end of high school, she was walking in runway shows for Comme des Garçons and Maison Martin Margiela. In 2012, she gave a talk at a TEDx event in Amsterdam titled “Why Did I Choose?” This year, she is appearing in the Barneys campaign alongside 16 other transgender models.

Having understanding parents helped, she said.

They first read about transgender children in a magazine when Ms. de Hingh was 5 and took her to a hospital in the Netherlands with a program for gender-variant children.

“My parents were looking for answers, and they found it there,” she said.

Schoolmates, she said, were largely accepting, though she did experience some taunting. Being openly transgender but preoperative made dating hard, something she struggles with, even after gender reassignment surgery.

“I still have a hard time with dating,” said Ms. de Hingh, 23. “I have some figuring out to do.”

Rhys Ernst and Zackary Drucker

Many of the photographs in Zackary Drucker and Rhys Ernst’s show at the Whitney capture them in scenarios most couples can relate to: celebrating anniversaries, lounging around the house while one fights off a cold, sitting poolside on a sunny day.

Others depict circumstances that are perhaps unique to a transgender couple, such as an image of Mr. Ernst’s and Ms. Drucker’s bandage-covered backsides shortly after taking hormone shots.

According to Ms. Drucker, the exhibition has a couple of aims. One is to show that all relationships are in some way banal. Another, she said, is about “learning to love ourselves and deflect the distortions” that prevent people from doing that.

There weren’t a lot of transgender role models for Ms. Drucker and Mr. Ernst growing up. But their parents were progressive and supported their children’s gender nonconformity.

In high school, they both became familiar with the writings of Kate Bornstein, a queer theorist whose books “Gender Outlaw: On Men, Women and the Rest of Us,” and “My Gender Workbook: How to Become a Real Man, a Real Woman, the Real You, or Something Else Entirely” outlined a way of living that did not ascribe to traditional gender conventions.

“I don’t call myself a woman, and I know I’m not a man,” Ms. Bornstein once said.

Today, the couple lives in Los Angeles and has been consulting on the pilot of a television show for Amazon called “Transparent.” It stars Jeffrey Tambor of “Arrested Development” as an aging man who is beginning a gender transition. (It was picked up on Tuesday.)

They are also part of a wide circle of “gender queer” and transgender creative types that includes Wu Tsang (a filmmaker and visual artist who identifies as “transfeminine” and “transguy”) and Amos Mac, a photographer and editor who runs Originalplumbing, a magazine and website, that are devoted to hipsterish transgender types.

This pretty much describes Ms. Drucker, 30, who has a penchant for tight leggings, vintage Yves Saint Laurent heels and Grecian tops — and yet has no plans to have gender reassignment surgery, a topic she discusses pretty openly.

The same goes for Mr. Ernst, 31, who sports a light goatee and on Friday was wearing a button-down shirt with high tops and charcoal pants.

Ultimately, Ms. Drucker said, she’d like to get to a point where we “surpass” the binaries of gender altogether.

“That would be the greatest transition of all,” she said.

Correction: March 20, 2014

Because of an editing error, an article last Thursday about wider acceptance of transgendered people misstated the surname of a longtime New York Times critic who reviewed a photo exhibition at the Whitney Biennial by a transgender couple. He is Holland Cotter, not Carter.

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Google Chrome Commercial Lets Gay Teens Know “It Gets Better” [VIDEO]

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The Google Chrome team has created a supportive video for LGBT teens as part of the “It Gets Better” campaign.

The video, which aired during prime time on Fox’s Glee Tuesday night, is a 91-second clip that compiles some of the most inspirational and helpful clips from the It Gets Better YouTube channel. The project was started by gay rights activist Dan Savage. In September, Savage decided to create a YouTube channel to solicit videos from anybody that wanted to send a positive message to bullied or struggling LGBT teens.

The result was a massive outpouring of support from celebrities and everyday people. Neil Patrick Harris, British Prime Minister David Cameron and Apple employees are just some of the many people to create videos for the project.Even President Barack Obama has uploaded a video to let LGBT teens know that “there are people out there who love you and care about you just the way you are.”

The Google Chrome video is an amazing compilation of the project. People will recognize Adam Lambert, Lady Gaga, Kathy Griffin and even Woody fromToy Story, but the commercial also contains messages from a wide variety of people of different ages and backgrounds. This isn’t Google’s first time contributing to the project, either; some of Google’s LGBT employees created a video (embedded below) as well.

Check out the video for yourself, and let us know what you think in the comments.

 

 

Gay activist, sex columnist Dan Savage willing to mix it up with foes

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May 09, 2012 | Steve Johnson | Tribune reporter
Dan Savage is a little worried.

“It Gets Better,” the anti-bullying, online video campaign he and husband Terry Miller started, might be making him, in his words, “milquetoast,” or, as he put it at another point, “a kind of touchy-feely, ooey-gooey, Up-with-People guy.”

He needn’t fear.

Just in recent weeks, the alternative newspaper sex columnist and newly minted TV star (“Savage U” on MTV) has been slammed by conservative Christians for describing elements of the Bible as bovine byproduct, but in more pungent terms.

Atheists, in turn, called the native Chicagoan out for the apology he wrote, because, in distinguishing between the Bible and Christianity, it backed off on what they think is a necessary challenge to the legitimacy of religion.

He’s been “glitter bombed” by transgender advocates, who object to some of the terminology his “Savage Love” sex advice column has used for transgendered people. (His response? “Throwing glitter at gay guys is like throwing sprinkles at cupcakes. OK? You’re only making that cupcake more fabulous than it already was.” Then, more substantively: “If I’m the enemy of trans people, then the war is over, and they’ve lost.”)

He quickly apologized for using the term “pansy-assed” to publicly describe an organized walkout by conservative Christians during the same speech that brought on the Bible controversy, an April keynote address to a national high school journalism convention in Seattle, where he lives.

The website Gay Patriot, billed as “the Internet home for the American gay conservative,” went for the snappy headline: “If it gets better, why is Dan Savage so bitter?”

And then at Elmhurst College last month — about 22 miles from where he was raised in Rogers Park, the son of a cop and Catholic Church deacon and the product of North Side Catholic schools — Savage reiterated much of the speech that had led to so much ink spillage but apologized, again, for the “pansy” phrasing.

During the vibrant Q-and-A at speech’s end, a questioner from the right (of the auditorium) tried to label Savage himself a bully for his part in the scatological redefinition of former Sen. Rick Santorum’s name through Google, and a questioner from the left (of the auditorium) took issue with Savage’s interpretation of the Bible.

Savage fired back fiercely on both fronts, to the delight of a crowd that was, if raucous applause is any indication, almost wholly on his side.

“Rick Santorum would destroy my family and my life,” he said. “We told a dirty joke. And I’m the (expletive)?”

The message was clear: If Dan Savage is milquetoast, then he is a particularly piquant version. If he is in any way “Up with People,” then the phrase has to start, at least some of the time, with the word “fed.”

Or maybe it should start with “act,” a nod to his being, as he put it, “an ACT UPper from way back” — a reference to the AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power, the activist group that came to prominence in the 1980s and ’90s, when Savage, now 47, was coming of age.

Wednesday, Savage responded to the news that President Barack Obama would support same-sex marriage. Writing on his blog, he said, “As delighted as I am by this news — and I’m freakin’ delighted — I’m nevertheless disappointed that the president’s support for marriage equality doesn’t extend to … states that have already banned same-sex marriage.”

Part of what’s happening with him now is that, with the U.S. presidency in the balance, not only did Santorum come back as a prominent Republican contender for the nomination, but so, too, did culture wars themselves.

And in that battle against social progressivism, a very convenient target is the gay, self-described “loudmouth” who publicly advocates all manner of sexual practices and who, when given the choice between delivering a snappy, sharp-edged line and a safer, slightly duller one, will almost always choose the honed and whetted one.

Some choice words from the Elmhurst appearance:

•On his popularity as a college speaker: “University health departments bring me in because they know I can undo abstinence education programs in just two hours.”

•On gay marriage being labeled a “threat” to the family: “Once we all get married, we’re going to forget which (orifice produces) babies.”

•On whether his redefinition of “santorum,” in Google searches, as a sloppy sexual byproduct is unfair to the former senator’s children: “I care about Santorum’s kids, in part because there are so many of them that the odds of one of them being gay are high.”

•On watching the incredible pace of email pouring in during the early days of “It Gets Better”: “It was cascading down the screen. It looked like one of those black granite water walls in a douche-bag bar.”

•On anti-gay activists: “Every dead gay kid is a moral, rhetorical victory for them. They stand on a pile of dead gay kids.”

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10 Questions for Dan Savage

Sex columnist Dan Savage talks about It Gets Better, his YouTube campaign in support of bullied gay teens

By Dan Savage Monday, Mar. 28, 2011
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How did you come up with the idea for It Gets Better?

Last summer I was reading about teen suicides, speaking at colleges and thinking that what I should be doing is going to high schools. But I would never get permission, as a gay adult, to speak to gay kids. Then it occurred to me that in the YouTube era, I was waiting for permission I no longer needed.

Are there more suicides and incidents of bullying now, or are we simply more aware?

Both. I think that kids are coming out younger. So [some] suicides that used to be chalked up to “Who knows why they were sad?” we are now able to attribute to conflict about sexual orientation. And with the culture wars in the past 20 years, I don’t think we realized how bad it was getting in [certain] places.

This campaign gives kids hope but doesn’t change their lives right now. How can we do that?

There’s nothing about this campaign that precludes doing more. But we also have to recognize that there are places where we will never be able to fix the gay-bullying problem. So this may be the best we can do.

How many It Gets Better videos have been uploaded?

There are over 10,000.

Tell me about a video that surprised you.

There was a video that people saw and said, You’re not going to post this. Not only did I post it, but we put it in the top spot. It’s by Gabrielle Rivera, who says, I’m a gay woman of color, and it doesn’t get better. She contradicted the whole message. She said, What happens is you get stronger.

Who hasn’t made a video yet who you hope will?

Rick Santorum. Tim Pawlenty. Sarah Palin. Glenn Beck. The Prime Minister of Britain, who leads the Conservative Party there, made a video, and we haven’t seen one from anyone on the right in the U.S. to even say, You’re 14 and gay. Don’t kill yourself.

It seems unlikely that Santorum will participate. Because of you, if one Googles Santorum, a very inappropriate definition is the first hit.

Rick Santorum has said insanely offensive things about gay and lesbian couples. He was a two-term sitting U.S. Senator with a lot of power, and my readers and I are a bunch of jackasses without a lot of power. We made a joke at his expense, and now he [plays] the victim, which is all Republicans seem capable of doing these days.

You recently attended an antibullying conference at the White House. Did you meet the President?

No. But I was 20 feet away from him and the glamour supernova that is Michelle Obama. It’s staggering how charismatic and beautiful she is. It takes a lot for a woman to ping onto my radar like that.

So much of your writing is not emotional. And this project is.

I have a thick skin, but I have a heart. Every once in a while, as rough and tumble and cynical as the column can be, I’ll really reach out to someone. This is only out of character for people who perceive me as the potty mouth who writes a dirty sex column.

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IT GETS BETTER OFFLINE—DAN SAVAGE AND TERRY MILLER’S PROJECT NOW A BOOK

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by Molly Brown on March 18, 2011 | Posted in Nonfiction
It launched last September as a video on YouTube that quickly went viral—sex columnist and author Dan Savage and his partner Terry Miller’s testimonial to LGBT kids that it gets better. The video quickly became a movement, amassing thousands of proud, brave, trusted voices in its campaign. The project came about after a series of tragic suicides, bullied kids who felt so hopeless that they took their own lives, and was met with overwhelming enthusiasm and support—more than 10,000 user-created videos generating over 30 million pageviews have been made to date.

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Since, Savage and Miller have collected several of these stories and essays into a book, It Gets Better, that they hope will be on the shelves of every high school in the country. Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, David Sedaris, Michael Cunningham, Ellen DeGeneres and more are just a few of the people who have stepped up to tell LGBT kids that life does improve. Here, Savage talks to us about the book and the It Gets Better Project’s next steps.

Can you tell us more about the idea to expand the It Gets Better Project into a book?

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