
i mean… what a threesome?!? (Hey, most aren’t getting my jokes, but I thought i’d try).
Insert reflective, baritone, essayist voice here—>
I was raised alongside 4 brothers: all athletes, singers, musicians (most doing religious music), emcees, and (being ladies men) most certainly my father’s sons. We grew up making beats on the front porch and exchanging rhymes and riffs. Hip Hop is inextricable to who we are as young black men in America. So why is it such a shock that gay men would also desire to embrace this culture that has been so enormously influential at the turn of the 21st Century? And why is it assumed that gay black men and straight black men have nothing in common, a la 50’s response to a question of what he thought about gays being: I have nothing in common with “fag(*^&” (to paraphrase). Well 50, I know more than a few homos you should meet. Ya’ll could exchange gunshots and war wounds, talk about your sexual prowess, and disrespect women. Values do not come in “gay” and “straight”. No 50, I don’t have much in common with you, but it’s not because I’m gay.
As my song “Man Up” suggests:
“A man is responsible, A man is truthful, A man follows his heart, with s(*& gets crucial, a man keeps it real for real, despite how anyone feels, that’s whassup, raise em up, man up!”
But focusing the energy on the homo keeps most straight males’ dirty laundry out of the eye of public scrutiny. Like many Christians, everyone needs somebody that makes them feel wonderful about all that’s wrong with them. “At least I ain’t no ________”. I’m sure you can fill in that blank.
Among the clips shown in Sunday’s “Meet the Faith” was the now infamous segment where Byron Hurt, Director of “Hip Hop: Beyond Beats and Rhymes” asks Busta Rhymes, Talib Kweli, and Mos Def (among others) about homophobia in Hip-Hop. Having spoken to the vast array of other topics presented in the film, the men respond to the question of homophobia by leaving the room (as Busta does) or the cursory and complicit fist-pound, by ironically “conscious” emcees like Mos Def.
It’s probably no surprise to people that Hip-Hop, like the church or military or the professional sports, is having its boundaries tested. These are MEN’S spaces, qualified by a tightly circumscribed manhood that, for some, is equated with “thug”, “gangsta”, or “pimp”. As a rapper who has been making music in the underground since the early 90’s it’s been interesting to grow up, and (for the most part) not have Hip-Hop grow up with me. This isn’t to romanticize Hip-Hop’s golden era; but I do think that there were a broader variety of topics and personalities allowed to spit on the mic– with far greater consciousness around issues that affected black people. As suggested in Hurt’s film, a record like “Self-Destruction” would cause an artist today to “self-destruct” because record labels “don’t wanna hear that…”.
So why do I rap? And why, as a gay artist, do i insist on doing so openly? Cuz the topics are getting pretty boring and mundane. Truthfully, we desperately need to expand the experiences reflected in Hip-Hip. To that end, I even appreciate Christian Hip-Hop, so long as it’s something different with a message, reflecting some real talent, and isn’t bashing me every three verses. Hip-Hop has the potential to be so powerfully revolutionary. Then again, the record execs wouldn’t have that, would they? Still, at what point do artists take accountability for the negativity, sexism, violence, and homophobia they encourage without scapegoating “the man”. I’m too powerful a brotha to give a “man” I ain’t met that much credit. Man up, fellas!
I suppose that if the Christians are all heated about me accepting myself fully, then why not also give something for the Hip-Hop community to have angst about. After all, if as Kanye West suggested, gay is considered the complete opposite of Hip-Hop, then a gay emcee like me is a bit of an oxymoron, right? Can’t be Christian, Can’t be Hip-Hop, Can’t be? Watch me: become, believe, be brave.
I suppose I’ve always been about breaking down barriers and stereotypes, not for the sake of stirring stuff up, but because I continue to be amazed and troubled by the delusions that we black people allow ourselves to sit with…unchecked… and especially around sexuality: that we aren’t all over the church, that we are all tormented by this “lifestyle” people keep referring to, that we haven’t always produced, b-boyed, emceed in the Hip Hop industry (where some would have us believe that we’re just hairdressers, stylists, and dancers), or that we don’t seek the very same life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness the Constitution (supposedly) affords us. As a black man alone, I’m all to wary of constitutional broken promises. I’ve been willing to be on the front lines of Civil Rights generally, though I don’t buy that being a free black man, if remain imprisioned because of my sexuality, is freedom at all. And don’t give me that… “you didn’t choose to be black, you chose to be a homosexual”. Show me the ballot. Maybe I just couldn’t get enough oppresion in America, so I added gay to the equation to test my resilience?! That’s it: Gay and lesbian black people have oppression addiction syndrome. We can’t get enough of it.
And don’t get me wrong. For anyone who seems to think i’m “defensive” or “hurt” or other words that have been used to describe me, I’m extremely hopeful, optimistic, well-adjusted, and resolved about who I am and the man I’m becoming. Perhaps some are projecting, because they’ve created a stereotype of the tormented, gay individual, painfully seeking acceptance thorugh sexual encounters, eternally unfulfilled and, therefore, entrapped in a cycle of perversity. Hey, I can’t say there aren’t those who fit that bill. America’s done a great job of giving black gays and lesbians a lot to look forward to. Which is all the more reason why one’s decision to stand up, accept, and thrive as a productive citizen, despite the blacklash, is heroic. I come from a long line of hereos and sheroes who paved such a path for me, among them Audre Lorde, Pat Parker, James Baldwin, Bayard Rustin, Sylvester, Marlon Riggs, and so many others.
But back to this interesting confluence in this conversation between Hip-Hop and Christianity. They both largely don’t believe I belong there, both have their own sharp sets of standards which deem me an unacceptable participant, and yet they are so often at odds with each other. It’s an interesting reality to live with: black, Christian, gay, emcee, athlete, and educator. And the reality is, as unusual as it seems, that there are probably so many others like me who are not allowed to be. And this is why I speak up and embrace the “all that I am”, even if folk, like the person responsible for the following thinks that both Hip-Hop and Homosexuality are perverted bedfellows corrupting society.
darkkhild1612 on June 26th, 2007
- Christ can change anyone that wants to change. And it is your right to choose how you want to live and whom you want to fall in love with. And maybe this will sound like one of those unorganized thoughts,but you seem defensive about something you openly gave others the opprotunity to comment on. Just a thought. And God bless you as well. And Hip Hop is no better than Homosexuality. A bunch of money hung(ry) people leading our youth todown a path of destruction. But you be blessed.
Thank you. Blessed I am, Hip-Hop I am too. I’m a well-adjusted, (relatively) successful human being. My mom and dad love me, my sibs love me, and someday some black mother’s son is gonna build a life with me. Tormented, I’m not; though I can understand how the church can seize on some of the “pain” homosexuals experience as a outgrowth of “perversion” or “lifestyle choice” and not a society hell-bent on denying it’s natural occurance. What is Hip-Hop, like Christianity, gonna do about those of us who choose to embrace those aspects of who we are despite popular or public rebuke? What do you say to those of us who are grateful, hopeful, inspired about how far we’ve come under unusually challenging circumstances, and who like, Alice Walker’s character Celie or Bill T. Jones, are “still here!”
Hopeful!