NLGJA lists 2015 inductees to LGBT Journalists Hall of Fame

The National Lesbian & Gay Journalists Association ( NLGJA ) is celebrating its 25th anniversary in 2015 and the 10th year of our LGBT Journalists Hall of Fame. Please join us in recognizing this year’s inductee: Randy Alfred, Alison Bechdel, Alan Bell, Lou Chibbaro, Jr., Charles Kaiser and Armistead Maupin.

Leroy Aarons founded NLGJA in 1990 — and inspired us all by pioneering a watershed change in journalism and newsrooms throughout the nation. After his death, the LGBT Journalists Hall of Fame was launched in 2005 to honor remarkable individuals like Aarons and to tell their stories.

The LGBT Journalists Hall of Fame endures and over the past decade has honored 28 men and women. These are individuals, living and deceased, who have left a lasting mark on the profession — through their own courage, by blazing trails and by their dedication to telling the truth about themselves and in their work. In 2015, we honor six new Hall of Fame Inductees:

Randy Alfred may be best known for his detailed 1980 probe of the biased and unfair portrayal of San Francisco’s gay community in CBS Reports’ “Gay Power, Gay Politics,” an investigation that ultimately resulted in CBS making a rare public apology for its failed coverage. In 1978 he co-founded theS.F. Bay Times, the first community newspaper on the West Coast to be produced equally by lesbians and gay men. The very next year, Alfred also began producing and hostingThe Gay Life on KSAN-FM —the first regularly scheduled LGBT-oriented program on commercial radio in the United States. Alfred ran the show for almost six years. For four decades, he has spoken out in newsrooms and in professional organizations for bias-free usage, bias-free news coverage, and bias-free workplaces and benefits, not only for LGBT people, but for women, minorities and disabled people. Alfred is one of the founding board members of NLGJA.

Alison Bechdel, the creator of the Bechdel Test for gender bias in works of fiction, has been writing for and about the LGBT community since 1983 when she began producing and self-syndicating Dykes to Watch Out For, a comic chronicling the lives, romances, and political involvement of a group of lesbians in the United States. She produced her popular strip for 25 years before ending its run in 2008. She also has published two graphic memoirs: Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic in 2006 and Are You My Mother? A Comic Drama in 2012, both of which met critical acclaim. Among her towering achievements, Bechdel has been honored with a prestigious Guggenheim Fellowship in 2012, a MacArthur “Genius Grant” in 2014 and a Tony Award for the musical adaptation of Fun Home.

Alan Bell has been an indelible, vibrant presence within LGBT journalism for almost 40 years. Beginning in 1977 when he founded Gaysweek, New York City’s first mainstream lesbian and gay newspaper, and continuing with BLK and Blackfire, Bell has been a pioneer of LGBT journalism and activism, particularly on issues surrounding HIV/AIDS. He continues to work with many non-profit organizations including the Minority AIDS Project, Magic Johnson Foundation, Black AIDS Institute and the health departments of Los Angeles County, Fulton County, Miami and Florida. Bell places special focus on serving the black lesbian and gay community through BLK Publishing Company, which he founded in 1988, which places a special focus on assisting community-based organizations focused on fulfilling the health, educational and social needs of inner-city communities. He is also the founder of Black Jack, a safer sex club for black gay men in Los Angeles.

A prize-winning reporter for the nation’s oldest LGBT news publication, The Washington Blade, Lou Chibbaro, Jr. first took up his pen in 1976 under the pseudonym Lou Romano. Fast forward four decades, Chibbaro has covered almost everything for the Blade, including the nation’s political triumphs and protests, the rise of the AIDS epidemic, federal efforts to find and fire gay government employees and towering gay civil rights figures like the late Dr. Frank Kameny. Along the way, Chibbaro has earned countless honors, including the NLGJA’ Sarah Pettit Memorial Award for Excellence in LGBT Media Second Place Award in 2008 and the Rainbow History Project’s Community Pioneers Award and GLAA’s Distinguished Service Award in 2010. In 2011, Chibbaro made journalism history as the first LGBT inductee into the Society of Professional Journalists’ Washington Pro Chapter Hall of Fame.

An award-winning author and journalist, as well as an NLGJA founding board member and the second president of the New York Chapter of the NLGJA, Charles Kaiser has been practicing his craft since 1971, when he began writing for The New York Times while still an undergraduate at Columbia College. After eight years at the Times, he also wrote for Newsweek, The Wall Street Journal, Vanity Fair, The Washington Post, and The Los Angeles Times, as well as publishing three books, including the Lambda Literary Award-winning The Gay Metropolis, which was named a New York Times Notable Book of the Year. His latest book, The Cost of Courage, published this summer, is the heroic true story of the three youngest children of a family who worked together in the French Resistance — a family whom Kaiser has known and admired for five decades. He has taught journalism at Columbia and Princeton universities, and at the latter was a Ferris Professor of Journalism.

Armistead Maupin is the treasured author of nine best-selling novels, including six Tales of the City which were originally collected from the daily serials he wrote in the San Francisco Chronicle beginning in 1976. A young man of the South and a Vietnam veteran, Maupin began his journalism career writing for The Daily Tar Heel, the University of North Carolina Chapel Hill’s student newspaper. He later found himself working under future U.S. Senator Jesse Helms at WRAL-TV, whose anti-homosexual rhetoric inspired Maupin to leave North Carolina to pursue his ambitions with the Associated Press’ San Francisco Bureau. With his successful new roots in California, Maupin began to write his popular Tales of the City. Three miniseries starring Olympia Dukakis and Laura Linney were captured from the first three Tales novels, and The Night Listener became a feature film starring Robin Williams and Toni Collette.

Founded in 1990, NLGJA is the leading professional organization for LGBT journalists with 18 chapters nationwide, as well as members around the globe. The 2015 Hall of Fame inductees will be honored at the Awards Ceremony on September 5at the Coming Home National Convention & LGBT Media Summit and 25thAnniversary Celebration in San Francisco. More information is available at

See to learn more about these individuals like Roy Aarons, Sarah Pettit, Marlon Riggs, “Lisa Ben” and others who have been enshrined in the Hall of Fame.

Windy City Times Publisher and co-founder Tracy Baim was inducted into the Hall of Fame in 2014.

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Who Is Armistead Maupin, Whose Quote Opens ‘I Am Cait’? He’s Something Of An Icon


After all this time, it’s finally (almost) here! The premiere of Caitlyn Jenner’s eagerly anticipated documentary series I Am Cait is July 26, but details about the first episode are already pouring in from across the Web. As you’ll soon see when you watch it yourself, Episode 1 of I Am Cait opens with an Armistead Maupin quote at the top of the show that seemingly expresses the mission statement for both the series and Jenner, herself. If you’re unfamiliar with the author, I’ve got your crash course right here.

But first, Maupin’s quote:

The world changes in direct proportion to the number of people willing to be honest about their lives.

Not only does the quote perfectly embody the stage of life Jenner has embraced in the past year, but immediately sets the tone for the series. If I Am Cait hopes to create lasting change for the trans community, then producers could not have picked a more appropriate person than Maupin to look to for guidance. An American author and literary icon, Maupin has done wonders for the portrayal of the LGBTQIA community in mainstream literature.

His most popular work is the novel series Tales of the City, a semi-autobiographical fiction series centered around the lives of gays and lesbians in San Francisco. The first book in the nine chapter series was published in 1978, a time in which queer characters in literature were essentially nonexistent. At the time, he felt like the homosexual and transgender community were being relegated to the sidelines, unable to lead their own lives or be thought of as actual human beings. In an interview with The Guardian in 2014, he said that he hoped his writing could “[allow] a little air into the situation by actually placing gay people in the context of the world at large.”

Even while conceiving the revolutionary Tales, the writer met with an absurd amount of resistance to his realistic portrayal of “the homosexual experience. In that same interview, Maupin recalled one of his early editor’s biggest concerns for the book, namely that “that the homo characters didn’t suddenly outnumber the hetero ones and thereby undermine the natural order of civilization.” Talk about old-fashioned.

Attitudes have changed since Maupin first started writing, and many in the LGBTQIA community think that Maupin himself had an awful lot to do with it. Gay British author Quentin Crisp once described him as the man who “invented San Francisco,” and when Ian McKellen came out of the closet in 1988, it was Maupin he turned to for guidance. Scissor Sisters frontman Jake Shears even collaborated with Maupin to create a musical version of Tales of the City in 2011. Now, Jenner joins the ranks of LQBTQIA icons who tip their hats to his work as she, too, attempts to expand the boundaries of representation.

Who Is Armistead Maupin, Whose Quote Opens ‘I Am Cait’? He’s Something Of An Icon

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Reader’s Poll: The 50 Most Important LGBT Television Series

By /bent | /Bent
June 17, 2015 at 3:22PM

In the third of 10 lists announcing the results of our annual Reader’s Poll, we count down the 50 most important LGBT television series since Stonewall, according to you.

15. Tales of the City
Network: PBS/Showtime/Channel 4
On Air: 1993, 1998, 2001
Note: This adaptation of Armistead Maupin’s novels aired as three miniseries over a near decade, the first on PBS and the next two on Showtime. Fun fact: HBO originally acquired the rights in 1982, but reportedly ending up feeling that the book’s celebratory attitude toward homosexuality, casual sex and marijuana usage would not be deemed acceptable by the viewing public.

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Q&A: Laura Linney, actor

The Guardian
Rosanna Greenstreet
Saturday 13 June 2015 01.00 EDT

Born in New York, Linney, 51, was raised in a single-parent family. She appeared in the 1993 TV adaptation of Armistead Maupin’s Tales Of The City, starred on stage with Liam Neeson in The Crucible in 2002, and has been Oscar nominated three times. Her new film, Mr Holmes, is out on 19 June. Married to estate agent Marc Schauer, she lives in Connecticut and has a one-year-old son named Bennett.

When were you happiest?
During this past year, enjoying my family.

What is your greatest fear?
Everything that leads up to getting on a plane.

What is your earliest memory?
Talking to flowers in the front yard of my cousin’s home in Boone, North Carolina.

What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
Self-loathing: it’s paralysing.

What is the trait you most deplore in others?

What was your most embarrassing moment?
It’s less of a moment, more of a continuum.

Aside from a property, what’s the most expensive thing you’ve bought?
A painting by Aron Wiesenfeld.

What is your most treasured possession?
My memory.

What is your screensaver?
My son, when he was a week old.

What do you most dislike about your appearance?
If I tell you then everyone will be looking at it all the time.

What is your favourite smell?
Sun on skin.

What is your favourite word?
Places. At the top of the show, when the audience is seated and the cast and crew are ready to go, through the monitor in your dressing room, the stage manager calls “Places”.

Which book changed your life?
The Iliad.

What did you want to be when you were growing up?
Part of a large family.

What is top of your bucket list?
Do a musical. Learn to sing first.

What do you owe your parents?
My life.

To whom would you most like to say sorry, and why?
They know who they are… I’m sorry.

What or who is the greatest love of your life?
My husband, son and the theatre.

What does love feel like?

What was the best kiss of your life?
The first time my son kissed me.

If you could edit your past, what would you change?
I wouldn’t. The good, the bad and the ugly have led me to a good place.

If you could go back in time, where would you go?
To see Laurette Taylor in The Glass Menagerie, and Jessica Tandy in A Streetcar Named Desire.

How do you relax?
Watching Game Of Thrones.

How often do you have sex?
None of your beeswax.

What is the closest you’ve come to death?
Watching my father die, I suppose.

What do you consider your greatest achievement?
My relationships.

How would you like to be remembered?
As a good parent.

Where would you most like to be right now?
Jumping off a dock into a New England lake on a sunny day and swimming with my family.

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New York Public Library: Our Favorite Female Characters

Our Favorite Female Characters
by Lynn Lobash, Manager of Reader Services
April 7, 2015

We asked our staff about their favorite female characters. Here are some they highly recommend for kids, teens and adults alike.

I love Mrs. Madrigal in Armistead Maupin’s “Tales of the City” series! I admire her wisdom, tolerance, and ability to nurture people and relationships, qualities that make her everyone’s favorite San Francisco landlady. —Elizabeth Waters, Mid-Manhattan

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Juned In And Gayed Out

By Armistead Maupin

The Following originally appeared in The New York Times on June 27, 1981

SAN FRANCISCO— June is a hectic month for brides and homosexuals. Take my own schedule, for instance. So far this month, I have read from my books at the Gay American Arts Festival in New York City and at the Walt Whitman Bookshop in San Francisco, attended the New York premiere of the San Francisco Gay Men’s Chorus, addressed a rally at the San Jose Gay Pride Celebration, and rooted for the contestants in a gay tricycle race benefitting the S.P.C.A. and a gay dog show sponsored by the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, an ”order of gay male nuns dedicated to the expiation of guilt,” as it describes itself.

As you may have guessed, I’m a San Franciscan. I’m, therefore, wistfully aware that simple logistics prohibit me from taking part in the two-day gay block party in New Orleans or the gay Mississippi River boat cruise in Minneapolis or even the Fireman’s Ball sponsored by Black and White Men Together, in Houston. I suppose I could pass up Denver’s fabled gay beer bust, if it didn’t mean missing the music of the 100-member Gay and Lesbian Community Center Kazoo Band. As it is, there is scarcely enough time for me to complete my gay square-dance course and board the gay wagon train that’s ready to roll in the California desert.

A friend of mine, Vito Russo, who wrote ”The Celluloid Closet” – it’s about homosexuality in the movies -also suffers from gay overload in June. His schedule included a mad dash to The Coast for the San Francisco International Gay Film Festival where he screened, among other things, ”rare footage” of Bette Midler performing at the Continental Baths.

”Are you a mess?” I asked Vito at lunch recently. ”I sure as hell am.” He smiled stoicly and replied: ”It’s just June.” ”But it’s getting worse,” I said. He shrugged. ”Judy should’ve picked another month to die.” He meant Judy Garland, long an object of adoration among gays, for reasons that have never been fully explained. Miss Garland’s funeral was a dozen years ago this month. The following night (June 28, 1969), under the first full moon of summer, a small band of New Yorkers who had finally had enough stood their ground and fought back against policemen attempting to bust a gay bar in Greenwich Village. That event, commonly called The Stonewall Rebellion (after the establishment under siege), is regarded as the Lexington and Concord of the modern gay rights movement.

Ever since then, June has been an exhausting time for members of our tribe. Ken Maley, a San Francisco media consultant who has spent the last two years leading international journalists through ”The Gay Capital of the World,” says that this is the month when many homosexuals find themselves ”gayed out” for good. ”A lot of people can’t take it,” he says. ”I myself am thinking of spending July with my straight brother in Kansas.”

I know exactly what he means. There are times when I wonder how I can muster the stamina to attend one more Cops vs. Homos softball game, one more Dentists for Human Rights awards brunch, one more potluck supper and Bingo night to benefit gay Cuban refugees. Would it have pleased Oscar Wilde, I ask myself, to know that someday The Love That Dare Not Speak Its Name would qualify him for membership in a health club, a bowling league, and a savings and loan association?

I don’t know. I do know what my own life was like before these oddly Rotarian-sounding institutions became a part of it. I remember all too well how the word ”queer” sounded when I was 14 years old and living in North Carolina. I know, too, that there are still children being brutalized by the obscene fundamentalist notion that their sexuality is an abomination to the God that created them, and that there are still nervous liberals who will tell you earnestly that they don’t care ”what you do in bed” but wonder ”why you make such a big deal of it.”

I make such a big deal of it, I suppose, because I wearied of other people making a big deal of it behind my back. The cards are on the table now, and the world seems a nicer place because of it. If nothing else, June is a time when I remind myself that I am queer in almost every sense of the word, and that I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Armistead Maupin’s Design for Living

Although this article is posted on Armistead’s main website, I felt it was worthy of a repost.  This article is from the Advocate 1985.

1. Stop begging for acceptance. Homosexuality is still an anathema to most people in this country—even to many homosexuals. If you camp out on the doorstep of society waiting for ‘the climate’ to change, you’ll be there until Joan Rivers registers Democratic. Your job is to accept yourself—joyfully and with no apologies—and get on with the adventure of your life.

2. Don’t run away from straight people. They need variety in their lives just as much as you do, and you’ll forfeit the heady experience of feeling exotic if you limit yourself to the company of your own kind.

Furthermore, you have plenty to teach your straight friends about tolerance and humor and the comfortable enjoyment of their own sexuality. (Judging from ‘Donahue,’ many of them have only now begun to learn about foreplay; we, on the other hand, have entire resorts built around the practice.)

Besides, it’s time you stopped thinking of heterosexuals as the enemy. It’s both convenient and comforting to bemoan the cardboard villainy of Jerry Falwell and friends, but the real culprits in this melodrama are just as queer as you are. They sleep with you by night and conspire to keep you invisible by day. They are studio chiefs and bank presidents and talk-show hosts, and they don’t give a damn about your oppression because they’ve got their piece of the pie, and they got it by living a lie.

What earthly good is your discretion, when teenagers are still being murdered for the crime of effeminacy? I know, I know—you have a right to keep your private life private. Well, you do that, my friend—but don’t expect the world not to notice what you’re really saying about yourself. And about the rest of us. Lighten up, Lucille. There’s help on the way.

4. Stir up some shit now and then. Last spring I wrote a commentary for the Los Angeles Times on the subject of television’s shoddy treatment of homosexuality. The piece originally contained a sentence to the effect that ‘it’s high time the public found out there are just as many homosexuals who resemble Richard Chamberlain as there are who resemble Richard Simmons.’ The editor cut it. When I asked him why, he said: ‘Because it’s libelous, that’s why.’ To which I replied: ‘In the first place, I’m not saying that Richard Chamberlain is gay; I’m simply saying there are plenty of gay men who resemble him. In the second place, even if I were saying that Richard Chamberlain is gay, it wouldn’t be a libelous remark, because I’m gay myself and I don’t say those things with malice. I don’t accuse anyone of being gay; I state it as a matter of fact or opinion.’ When the new city of West Hollywood assembled its council last month, the Associated Press identified the three openly gay members as ‘admitted homosexuals.’ Admitted, get it? Fifteen years after the Stonewall Rebellion, the wire service wants to make it perfectly clear that homosexuality is still a dirty little secret that requires full confession before it can be mentioned at all. If you don’t raise some hell, that isn’t going to change.

5. Don’t sell your soul to the gay commercial culture. Well, go ahead, if you insist, but you’d better be prepared to accept the butt plug as the cornerstone of Western civilization. I am dumbfounded by the number of bright and beautiful men out there who submerge themselves completely in the quagmire of gay ghetto life, then wonder why their lives seem loveless and predictable. What the hell did they expect?

If you have no more imagination than to swap one schlock-heavy ‘lifestyle’ for another, you haven’t learned a goddamn thing from the gay experience. I’m not talking about sex here; I’m talking about old-fashioned bad taste.

No, Virginia, we don’t all have good taste. We are just a susceptible to the pitfalls of tackiness as everyone else in the world. Your pissing and moaning about the shallowness of other faggots falls on unsympathetic ears when you’re wearing a T-shirt that says THIS FACE SEATS FIVE.

3. Refuse to cooperate in the lie. It is not your responsibility to ‘be discreet’ for the sake of people who are still ashamed of their own natures. And don’t tell me about ‘job security.’ Nobody’s job will ever be safe until the general public is permitted to recognize the full scope of our homosexual population.

Does that include teachers? You bet it does. Have you forgotten already how much it hurt to be fourteen and gay and scared to death of it? Doesn’t it gall you just a little that your ‘discreet’ lesbian social-studies teacher went home every day to her lover and her cats and her Ann Bannon novels without once giving you even a clue that there was hope for your own future?

Not long ago I sat transfixed before my TV screen while an earnest young man told a gay cable announcer about his dream of becoming Mr. Leather Something-or-other. He was seeking the title, he said, ‘in order to serve the community and help humanity.’

He wore tit rings and a codpiece and a rather fetching little cross-your-heart harness, but he sounded for all the world like a Junior Miss contestant from Modesto. If our fledging culture fails us, it will be because we forgot how to question it, forgot how to laugh at it in the very same way we laugh at Tupperware and Velveeta and the Veterans of Foreign Wars.

6. Stop insulting the people who love you by assuming they don’t know you’re gay. When I began my book tour, a publicist in New York implored me to leave his name out of it, because ‘my family doesn’t know about my…uh, lifestyle.’

Maybe not, but they must be the dumbest bunch this side of Westchester County; I could tell he was gay over the telephone. When my own father learned of my homosexuality (he read about it in Newsweek), he told me he’d suspected as much since I’d been a teenager. I could’ve made life a lot easier for both of us if I’d had the guts to say what was on my mind.

7. Learn to feel mortal. If AIDS hasn’t reminded you that your days are numbered— and always have been—then stop for a moment and remind yourself. Your days are numbered, Babycakes. Are you for living them for yourself and the people you love, or are you living them for the people you fear? I can’t help thinking of a neighbor of mine, a dutiful government employee who kept up appearances for years and years, kept them up until the day he died, in fact—of a heart attack in the back row of an all-male fuck-film house. Appearances don’t count for squat when they stick you in the ground (all right, or scatter you to the winds), so why should you waste a single moment of your life seeming to be something you don’t want to be? Lord, that’s so simple. If you hate your job, quit it. If your friends are tedious, go out and find new ones. You are queer, you lucky fool, and that makes you one of life’s buccaneers, free from the clutter of two thousand years of Judeo-Christian sermonizing.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself and start hoisting your sails. You haven’t a moment to lose.

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