Reading this page, you are
not where you are. I have pulled you into me, because I knew your eye would
eventually bring you here. Perhaps all we will ever know of each other is what
we now share. So—if two can be one—be me; and I will be you. See through the
eyes of someone who has not seen the landscape sprawling beneath the highest
height you've ever climbed, or touched the face that most often faces yours. I
can't guess why you cry when you cry alone, or where you go when you don't want
to be found. Against time, I want to be you, because one life is not enough.
Words are ladders, down
which we multiply the pages of our lives. Surrender your eye and live without
consequences. For a page, be the person you always wanted to be, but never could;
or, be the person you never wanted to be, and, for once, understand why. Make love as violently as others wage war.
Leave your lover for your sister (or your brother). Stand love up at the diner
and gun the getaway gas. Forget about sex and sublimate. But whatever you do:
Choose your own adventure.
Edward Packard's Choose
Your Own Adventure series, whose popularity peaked in this country during
the eighties, is generally considered the paperback predecessor to interactive
cyberspace. As Packard observed, "Some of those brilliant nerds in
But
what, you might ask, does this have to do with
sexuality and/or queer history? As an experiment in queer metahistory, this
project is premised on the following hypothesis: Any history which purports to
engage queer identity must itself be queer, and in
order to write queer history, the historian must venture beyond that linear,
singular subjectivity s/he has long inhabited.
It is thus to the nonlinear, intersubjective narratives found in such
places as the Choose Your Own Adventure series that I suggest we turn as
a means of escaping the predicament in which those of us currently witnessing
the "coming out" of traditional history--which before did not embrace queer
identity--into an era which insists upon this embrace find ourselves. Suddenly
tuned in to a supposedly heretofore-latent "gaydar," today's historian faces a
perplexing conundrum: official documentation of queer identity both preceding
and including the twentieth century is exceedingly difficult to procure;
however, the historian faces this conundrum in the wake of an ever-increasing
awareness that, for a variety of reasons, much documentation which once
appeared official—and was on this basis ceded status as "traditional history"--
does so no longer, and that the preservation, circulation, and interpretation
of such "evidence" has often better reflected present politics than past
realities. Thus, the best intentions of such gay liberationist historians as
Duberman—who writes that "the history of gay people shows that despite
repression, secrecy and shame, we as a people have nonetheless survived.... and
therefore this history can provide real inspiration to everyone else to be just
as different as they really are"—and D'Emilio—who writes that "...only the
conviction that the [gay liberation] movement would be strengthened by the
retrieval of its hidden early history kept me at it"—to add official
documentation and evidence of queer identity to the snowball of "traditional
history" sadly coincide with the melting of this same snowball. To borrow from
Yosef Hayim Yerushalmi, queer history endeavors to "replenish the gaps of
memory" as traditional history begins to "challenge even those memories that
have survived intact."
Which is precisely why queer history must shed the dead weight of
an additive model and leap into the foray of the internal disintegration of
traditional history, lest we find ourselves working against a Nietzschean sense
of history for life—lest we "let the dead bury the living." Now is the
time to challenge a body of knowledge riddled with lacunae--even let this body
bleed to death--by remembering that we have always experienced this body as
irremediably wounded. Those of us possessed of queer identity—and we are
capable of self-identification—have long been reading history as a Choose
Your Own Adventure series; for some reason, however, many of us forsook our
queer understanding of history the moment we became historians. We forgot our years seated at the feet of the
traditional historian, listening to a usually third-person, but occasionally
first-person, linear narration which never addressed or engaged "you"; and
instead of subverting this paradigm of historiography, we silently bade our
time and bit our tongues, waiting for the moment we could oust age-befuddled
traditional historians, seize their stools, and force others to the floor as we
droned out our own narrations.
If this project is at all successful, it will remind us how we felt as we fidgeted on the floor--that we once read history queerly, and have thus been always already at once inside and outside the bleeding body of traditional history. We will remember that for every ostensibly documented choice, there were choices that were not and/or could not be made and/or documented; that beneath the weight of every first or third person squirmed a "you"-- a "you" fully capable of mediating both choice and the adventures engendered by that choice. As with any experiment, the outcome, depending as it does upon a number of variables—here including you--cannot be predicted. With each "The End," you will determine the degree to which form follows function and medium is message. Hopefully, this historiography will leave you feeling cheated even yet of address and engagement, as indeed you are; from no choice to some choice leaves much room for more choice. But perhaps one day we will meet on the holodeck, where you and I will make queer history—as we go.