I’m devoting this week’s column to Our Lady J’s upcoming Boob-Aid concert on December 16th, a benefit to raise money for her breasts. Looking back on the more than four years I’ve known the “trans songstress” (as she is often called), I want to express how much our relationship has meant to me and what I have learned about myself in watching her transformation. I first met Our Lady J when she was still Jonah, a boy, the hot young musical director of my friend Natalie Joy Johnson’s joint cabaret act with Adam Fleming at Feinstein’s at the Regency.
My uncle is an editor at a major publishing house and recently, pillaging his office for free books (unemployed a couple of years ago, I’d sold most of mine…), I picked up a trade paperback of Gone With The Wind, probably my favorite book of all time although I hadn’t read it since 1987.
It has stayed close to my heart, though, partly due to watching and rewatching the movie over and over again throughout the years, and mostly because of the multilayered affect it had in defining a great deal of who I am as I came of age.