The first run of the Le Tigre EP “From the Desk of Mr Lady” featured Cathy exasperated on the phone, with a sentence that I wrote in her speech bubble. We got a cease and desist letter for it, so she’s gone from most of the EPs in circulation. But sometimes at early Le Tigre shows I would…
“I cry allllll the time; but deep inside, so no one can see me… And Georgie cries all the time, too. We take our tears, and we put ‘em in the icebox, in the goddamn ice trays.
And then we put them…in our…drinks.”—Edward Albee for Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton.
I’m gonna do this kind of free form. I’ve had a long running agreement with my employees/employers that when the day came that I called in sick from the death of Elizabeth Taylor or Shirely MacLaine that I was not to be laughed at; My schedule was to be cleared and I would stay home and spend the day crying my eyes out and lamenting the passing of two of the greatest, strongest, most selfless women to ever grace our earth let alone our celluloid fantasies.
Today Taylor passed. On finding out via a random facebook entry I thought Elizabeth who? It was really quite beyond me. And then I felt the dread and ultimately the crack that was left behind and I fell all the way in. She’s dead. Probably, in a personal sense, the biggest advocate for HIV education; Dead. The biggest beard in Hollywood ever; Dating all of the faggots from Tab Hunter to Rock Hudson when their studios demanded they have heterosexual affairs… DEAD. A fellow addict. DEAD.
I wonder if Elizabeth Taylor had ever redirected all of her endless well of love and adoration away from us fags and on to herself and her potential, personal lovers she may have found a lot more personal joy. Happiness. Just less PAIN.
I think she thought about it. I think she knew there was something more GAINFULL had she chosen a different path. But she cared selflessly. She cared with no boundaries. And she was the most vulnerable, lovable and staunchly independent STARLET hollywood has ever seen. Bawdy, loud, FIERCE and unapologetic.
I owe a bit of my life to her. I love her for her fierce protectiveness. I love her for her unwavering conviction to MY LIFE. MY HAPPINESS. MY FREEDOM. MY LIBERTY.
This night (Day) I pray that her name is more than a hollywood starlet. More than an academy award winning actress, but a TRUE humanitarian who LOVED HARDER THAN ANY OTHER HOLLYWOOD ROYALTY EVER. More than most of us had the capacity to love anything.
Very Best Elizabeth Taylor and I know you’ve made it lady… You’re the best.