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In “Lost Movie Reviews From the Autostraddle Archives” we revisit past lesbian, bisexual, and queer classics that we hadn’t reviewed before, but you shouldn’t miss. This week is Jamie Babbit’s But I’m a Cheerleader.
I wrote just about everything down in my journal, back then, so of course I wrote about August 1, 2000, the night I saw But I’m a Cheerleader in a packed movie theater in downtown Ann Arbor. I described the clip in all-caps as FUN. However, that assessment came at the end of an entry that wasn’t about the film at all, but about the conversation I’d had with my friend Kelly prior, in which I’d learned that Kelly had dated a girl during her first year of college. I wrote in my diary that Kelly’s admission does not really surprise me at all, which I imagine I felt because Kelly had always been such a hippie, you know? Even in middle school, which is where we knew each other from. She was the first of several friends throughout my experience with whom I’d bonded over the Indigo Girls, who we’d both loved even as 12-year-olds. She cared a lot about the environment and cats and she wore a lot of necklaces and she
Was anyone here ever a male cheerleader? (1 Viewer)
*Guzzles the rest...opens the next one*
Well, practices initiate and words gets out. I am getting more handset calls from guys who I barely knew having no idea how they got my handset number.
"Saints-Man, is it true you are a cheerleader"
"Yes"
"Why?"
"Well, a close companion of mine asked me(I considered Leslie a friend too...even though I am doubting that at this point)"
Silence.
"Dude, you are doosh".(and other sundry insults and questions of my manhood)
That was a transcript that was repeated frequently. Oh well. I made a committment and I was gone to stick to it.
So, perform starts. What amazes me at how SERIOUS these people were. It is amatuer hour, because we only possess a sponsor and no coach. The girls are putting things together. Shut your eyes and imagine this...8 girls, just developing into womanhood, attempting to come up with strategy. Hormones raging, menstrual blood flowing, clique behavior fully engaged.
It was absolute freaking hell.
But you see...I have a ray of hope. There is cheerleader camp. Yep. Camp with attractive girls and guys and at
In 2008, I received the prestigious Leeway Transformation Award — and it truly was transformational. The grant made it possible for me to travel to Spain for a reviewing of a short movie I produced, a career highlight that included doing press, hanging out with the delightful Alan Cumming, and staying at the Axel — billed as the world’s first LGBTQIA hotel (its signage study “straight friendly”). It also allowed me to commute to South Korea to speak on a panel about women in motion picture, and to invest in camera equipment at a time when it was far more expensive — iPhones had only just come out the year before. I was later able to pay it forward by lending that gear to other budding filmmakers.
Since its founding in 1993, the Leeway Foundation has focused on progressing women’s presence in the arts. Over time, its mission has grown to support women, trans, and gender-nonconforming artists and cultural producers whose work lives at the intersection of art, culture and social change. Leeway has been a quiet but influential force behind a significant portion of the art and social justice function happening in our urban area. Many of the people I’ve interviewed over the years have been uplifted by Leeway’s
I Love Gay 90’s: BUT I’M A CHEERLEADER
Megan is happily making her way through high school as a cheerleader who’s digital dating a football player. However, she secretly doesn’t adore making out with her boyfriend that much, preferring instead to check out her female peers on the cheerleading squad. Also, her religious parents contain noticed Megan’s predilection for eating only vegetables and listening to Melissa Ethridge, which they take to be big red flags that Megan is really a lesbian. As a result, they stage an intervention and send Megan away to a “conversion therapy” camp where the program has the reverse effect – Megan ultimately embraces her lesbianism and falls in love with another camper.
Natasha Lyonne stars alongside Clea DuVall, Ru Paul, and Cathy Moriarty in this charming and satirical teen cult clip directed by Jamie Babbit.
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This series is sponsored by Ohio University Pride Center, Ohio University Women’s Center, Ohio University Women’s Gender and Sexuality Studies, College of Health Sciences and Professions, Women of Color in Athens Today’s article is the final installment of the Queer Movies that Made Me Queerer series. Today, we are celebrating Pride Month on a more pleasurable note with 1999’s But I’m a Cheerleader, directed by Jamie Babbit. I hope you’ve enjoyed my series this month. Queer liberation forever! But I’m a Cheerleader’s premise is actually really shadowy. The main traits (Natasha Lyonne) gets sent to a conversion therapy camp by her religious parents where she is taught the ways that she is supposed to traditionally adhere to the expectations of her gender. Featuring a cast with Melanie Lynskey, Clea DuVall, Michelle Williams, Dante Basco, and RuPaul Charles, this movie takes one of the awful injustices inflicted on our community. It turns it into a camp romp that shows just how ridiculous it is to endeavor and force someone to not be their authentic selves. Most importantly it teaches us queers an important lesson: It is not only more freeing to be yourself, but it’s also more fun! Conversion therapy is traumatic, ineffective, and unethical. It should, without question, be illegal. Lgbtq+ folk are regularly subjected to these methods to aim and “cure” them of their queerness. While there is, of cou