A Plea for Queen Latifah’s Coming Out Party


There are few things more potent than transparent pride. After all, pied piper celebrities can arouse full movements with just a drip of conviction. I’ll get to the point. Queen Latifah, it’s Woman’s History Month and your curtains are calling. Me and the rest of the LGBT clique are rooting for ya, don’t let our voices run hoarse.

All I’m requesting is one breath of forthrightness. No need for a fist, no need for a roar—a murmur is fine by me—just a second in time to say screw the sexual anonymity. Hi, I’m a lesbian. Now have a nice day. I’m quite aware that my straight friends hardly ever declare their carnal preference, at least not vocally anyway, but I’ve also never heard of parents disowning heterosexual kids. Hearing is believing.

No matter what gay anthem Lady Gaga whips up, her face, although ubiquitous, is far from a reflection of, say, Colorado high school seniors, Rudolpho Tribulio and Anna Carmichael, a black lesbian couple whose hand-holding snapshot was banned from the relationship section of their yearbook this year. Much applause to Wanda Sykes and Odd Future’s Syd da Kid for waving the rainbow flag, but their omnipresence combined is well, not quite present. Latifah in all her charming glory is the standing ovation.

However, I can understand why the Queen would be mum on confirming if she prefers a pretty female lover. Perhaps it’s about not wanting to be the poster child for black lesbians, or an abhorrence for girl-loves-girl sexualization, or maybe a fear of less bankable roles (c’mon son, you have an Oscar!) or how about she just wants us the F out of her love life. I get it. But as a Haitian bisexual gal myself, I can’t help but spill the same damn question— since extroversion already comes with the gig, why not easily flip it into something socially responsible?