All the Others Were Practice is a movie about a queer guy, a gay guy. A homo-sexual. But he doesn’t wholly define himself as gay, or queer, or homosexual. He’s a guy. He works his job, hangs out with his friends, hopes to find love with the perfect guy.
In America, the word gay is associated with so many different people and groups that it has almost lost any concrete definition. Until about the ninteen-fifties gay meant really happy, unless you were a queer man in which case it was code for a queer man. In the sixties, the media replaced their term for a queer man, homosexual, with gay. It’s been used as a badge of honor and a term of derision to describe a vast array of people and behavior. To a lot of people today, gay just means not-cool.
Post-gay isn’t ex-gay, and it’s not meant to imply that the struggle for equality is over. Post-gay means that the characters are tired of being labeled. They’re people, and that can’t be summed up with any one word.
We were in the San Francisco Pride Parade!
It was perfect weather as we walked down Market passing out stickers, between peta and HomeDepot. Where else will HomeDepot and peta march together? It makes me think of what we’re trying to do with the characters in All the Others Were Practice. Queer people are everywhere, and we do everything.
Marching in the parade today, we weren’t able to watch any of it, but I was able to catch the sanitation dance crew rehearsing in the line-up, and they’re one of my favorite contingents.
Jôrge is happy. Yes, he’s alone, but he’s happy.
He has no problem getting dates, it’s relationships that confound him.
And he doesn’t want to complicate his life with a relationship.
He works in his cubicle, hangs out with his friends, sits around his apartment. He’s fine!
Then Jôrge gets set up with up with Larry. Larry is the quintessential gay – toned body, on-trend clothes, rich. He’s right off the magazine page. He seems perfect. The only problem is that he’s a bit shallow, and vain, and entitled.
When Jôrge accidently dumps Larry, he sets off a string of unlikely dates. Suddenly, every guy in town seems to notice Jôrge.
Terry, his long term crush, notices him. Ivan takes him dancing.
He meets George. George with the beautiful house, the cute smile, and what’s in that little box? Is that a wedding ring?
And what about Tony, where does he fit in?
With so many choices, how does Jôrge know true love from the practice rounds?