A Plea for Queen Latifah’s Coming Out Party
Imagine the size of that sledgehammer. The LGBT benefits are obvious; strength in numbers is always a winner, plus Latifah’s likability factor is not to be fucked with. Now the ideological benefits… those are the silent killers. For instance, Queen’s Cover Girl campaign would take on a whole new meaning. Could it be that some women are trying to look their best not for the opposite sex, but the same sex? Hell yes. It’s palpable, effortless, reconditioning, and might I non-hyperbolically add, historical. That’s one hell of a Wikipedia entry.
That Single Ladies stint, where Latifah played estrogen-loving news anchor Sharon Love, was most definitely suggestive, but nonetheless a job. You may recall Latifah making out with Common in 2010’s Just Wright, yeah the cameras were rolling then too. In the valley of nonfiction however, once a journalist’s whips out that recorder, clarity comes into play. “You go ahead and speculate. I’ll just live it,” she told Upscale Magazine two years ago. However, the black community has a habit of keeping “secrets” neatly tucked away into passcoded drawers. Side-stepping the question with ambiguity suggests a thin veil of shame, that loving or lusting someone with the same chromosomes is a feeling or form of PDA only to be expressed behind closed doors.
If Latifah’s sticking to the axiom actions speak louder than words, then fine, swallow those quotation marks whole, I’ll wait for my peck. Oh, and if Dana Owens and her boyfriend are highly offended by these seven paragraphs, my bad. —Tracy Garraud (@trayhova)