Kissing Contexts

Gran Fury, Read My Lips

This weekend, the members of Russia’s 4×400 relay team made a point of exchanging kisses on the medal stand at the World Championships in Moscow. A photograph of two of the gold medalists has been widely circulated as a protest image. Folks wonder: Is this a European-style greeting or a political intervention? Is this women being friendly? Or is it anti-homophobic and maybe even lesbian?

Footage of the ceremony shows that it wasn’t just two who kissed. Each member of the relay squad kissed every other member of the squad. It was a flurry of kisses.

 

If you’ve spent time in environments in which people kiss when they meet, the gesture is certainly recognizable as a polite greeting. But it should also seem out of context. Usually you only kiss someone the first time you see them in the day. Kissing someone again after you’ve kissed them hello is odd. And kissing them like this in a medal ceremony is unnatural. There are implicit rules about who kisses who and how – men might kiss each other in one place but not another. Men might kiss women in one place, but not another. But generally, if folks are in the practice of greeting with a kiss, women kiss and are kissed. But not when they are getting medals. In that case, maybe the person putting the medal around your neck kisses you. On the cheek. Maybe. (Generally, it’s a handshake.) But you don’t kiss your teammates. You hug. Which is much friendlier, actually, than a kiss. And, in any case, kissing on the lips – that’s reserved for very particular exchanges. Yes, people kiss on the lips as a greeting – but it is definitely a (very polite) step towards rather than away from intimacy.

The runners gave photographers a very specific photo opportunity. Again and again.

Are these the polite kisses of housewives or are they expressions of gender rebellion? Is it politics? Or is this personal? Is this Western media run amok, looking for gay anything because it makes a good story? In a homophobic environment lesbian desire, love and attachment is both prohibited and also persistently erased. It is erased by the determination to imagine that women have no active sexuality at all (in which case, a woman wants only to be the object of a man’s desire), and also by massive cultural hostility to feminism – as a practice of caring for and about women.

As Dave Zirin writes, folks want to draw from this kiss an analogy to John Carlos and Tommie Smith’s 1968 black power salute. But, he rightly observes, we can’t. He notes, for example that where Carlos and Smith’s raised fists silenced the whole stadium and then drew jeers, people in the Moscow stadium seemed not to notice that the kisses might be an intervention. They didn’t interrupt the ceremony in any way.

The difference between these moments is interesting for all sorts of reasons. But here I’ll just ask: What would a queer feminist power salute look like, if not a kiss? What could be more queer, in fact, than a gesture that makes you look at the explicit homosociality of sports differently – as potentially, at least where women are concerned, always already political? Is it the kiss itself that does that? Or is it, in fact, the homophobic context in which the kiss is staged?

When we look for gay signs and signals, we mirror the homophobic public sphere conjured by Russia’s prohibition of queer “propaganda.” It is not, in other words, Western media that is making a gay spectacle out of sports – it is the virulence of the homophobic public sphere that Russia’s government is nurturing. We can trust that the sport spectacle will inspire new heights of paranoia and fantasy within this Russian context.

Athletes have been asked to tone down even the most discreet demonstrations of support for Russia’s LGBITQ community. Even Rainbow colored finger nails are too political. Nevertheless, women can kiss on the podium at a world championship event in that context, and folks ask themselves “what did we see”? Russian officials are happy to tell us: nothing.

This speaks to a big question – a question at the heart of Russia’s hateful laws: How do we see sexuality? How does one regulate sexuality as something that is seen? That question has never not framed queer activism. It was taken up most explicitly and most consistently, however, by AIDS activist organizations like Gran Fury.

Gran Fury, Kissing Doesn't Kill (1989)

In 1989 and 1990, a poster of lesbian, gay and straight couples kissing was mounted onto the sides of NYC buses. It was a part of a series of images of queer kisses – others were captioned with the demand, “READ MY LIPS.”

 

The Russian team’s kiss draws out their context: a world that scrutinizes every gesture, every movement towards members of the same sex, looking for and beating out signs of the queer from the social body. All public displays of affection unfold within cultural tradition and social practice. There is something distinctly powerful about a group of women athletes staging the warmest and most polite of gestures within a context in which that gesture is also quite clearly political.

What could be nicer, more queer or more feminist that meeting the world with a kiss on the lips?

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Russian women race to a kiss-in (and a gold medal)

The beauty of absolute gender segregation in sports is that it makes a display like this almost impossible to avoid! It’s always either all women or all men on a podium at the IAAF World Track and Field Championship. Every medal ceremony has the capacity to be a gay kiss-in!

They fought for this medal. It’s a great race.

The furtive kiss-in:

I count seven. Maybe eight kisses.

Olympic Problem

Johnny Weir, US Nationals, 2010

Olympism, the Olympic Charter asserts, places “sport at the service of the harmonious development of man, with a view to promoting a peaceful society concerned with the preservation of human dignity.” “The Olympic Movement” is utopian. It is a dream of a perfect world. As such, it maps our actual imperfections. It is an inventory of the things the Olympicist want to change, to erase. The International Olympics Committee dreams of an apolitical spectacle. An ideology free zone. It dreams of pure performance, pure spectacle – a pure market.

Rule 50 of the Olympics Charter declares:

No kind of demonstration or political, religious or racial propaganda is permitted in any Olympic sites, venues or other areas. (p. 91)

and:

No form of publicity or propaganda, commercial or otherwise, may appear on persons, on sportswear, accessories or, more generally, on any article of clothing or equipment whatsoever worn or used by the athletes or other participants in the Olympic Games, except for the identification – as defined in paragraph 8 below – of the manufacturer of the article or equipment concerned, provided that such identification shall not be marked conspicuously for advertising purposes. (p. 92)

It is not unusual for sports organizations to ban “politics” from the field: FIFA has similar rules. But there is no such thing as an apolitical space – and there is no greater indication of the ideological intensity of that space than the prohibition of “politics” from it.

This will only become more and more painfully obvious as we move closer to the Sochi Olympics. In June, the Russian legislature decided to make homosexuality become, by law, the love that dare not speak its name. The law criminalizes homosexual “propaganda,” especially when manifested in front of children. As Miriam Elder, writing for The Guardian, put it:

The law in effect makes it illegal to equate straight and gay relationships, as well as the distribution of material on gay rights. It introduces fines for individuals and media groups found guilty of breaking the law, as well as special fines for foreigners.

People identified as promoting “non-traditional” sexuality are now criminals. What does it mean to promote a sexuality? What is gay propaganda? It is to signal that LGBT people exist. Queer existence is queer propaganda. The contemporary Russian political landscape is one in which the country’s citizens are being encouraged to harass, molest, and beat LGBT people.

In her article for The Guardian, the Russian journalist Masha Gessen describes the political climate in chilling detail:

In March, the St Petersburg legislator who had become a spokesman for the law started mentioning me and my “perverted family” in his interviews. I contacted an adoption lawyer asking whether I had reason to worry that social services would go after my family and attempt to remove my oldest son, whom I adopted in 2000. The lawyer wrote back telling me to instruct my son to run if he is approached by strangers and concluding: “The answer to your question is at the airport.”

Already, the IOC has promised to enforce its rules prohibiting political statements (on a case by case basis, “depending on what is said and done”). These officials will have to ask themselves: What constitutes a political statement in a context in which merely being is at stake?

It is not unusual for sports leagues to ban lesbian and gay sports teams as “political.” To call yourself a gay or lesbian team is to draw attention to the homophobic baseline of sports culture. It is a political move, made in opposition to the dominant political culture that is already there, naturalized and invisible as just the way things are. It is no accident, in other words, that the language of the IOC’s ban against “political propaganda” from its spectacle mirrors the ban of “homosexual propaganda” from Russian life. These two bans are related: they are ruses, meant to produce a select group of people as the guardians of a pure life, free from political influence.

Few athletes are more tuned into this weird political density of homosexuality’s proximity to politics than figure skater Johnny Weir. One could not invent this story: that one of the sports world’s most famous, most famously gay athletes would be trying to qualify for Russian Olympics; that he would, furthermore be married to a Russian man. That he would be as much a Russophile as a homosexual: Weir doesn’t just speak Russian. He can write in Russian. His television show features segments in which he is interviewed by his drag alter ego – a female Russian journalist. His attachment to Russia, as both a real and an imagined place, is no small part of his identity.

Weir is more than an out gay athlete. Weir’s mode of performance is itself queer as he embraces the flamboyant, the sequined, the fey and the effeminate on and off the ice. Throughout his career, he’s dealt with the consequences: figure skating theatricalizes gender. Gender is an explicit part of its structure. Men’s figure skating is anxious (see Erica Rand’s book on these subjects): Weir’s athleticism – which isn’t in the least bit conflicted – draws out the contradictions of his sport, and throws its anxious masculinity into brilliant relief.

Watching Weir compete is exhilarating because Weir’s comportment, his manner of speaking, his way of dressing – is gay. Out, proud, fabulous and athletic. The three-time US champion is a fantastic athlete. He is FIERCE on the ice and who knew, until he came along, that that kind of fierce could be in the Olympics? He is a spectacle. And as you listen to commentators stammer – trying to figure out just how to narrate his fabulousness without sounding, well, too gay (and so, instead, they just sound uncomfortable-to-homophobic) – that’s political.

When asked if he’d wear a pin, or make some kind of visible gesture at the Olympics (should he qualify), Weir has said no. He has also expressed his opposition to a boycott and to moving the Olympics. He’s said he wants to keep that kind of politics out of his performance – but he’s also said that in Russia, he could be arrested for walking to Starbucks. For looking at a man. For wearing the things he wears. That he might not be issued a visa even if he is on the Olympic team. And he’s not waiting for the Olympics to test the situation: he is performing in St. Petersburg in the fall. He’s a star in Russia. (See Weir’s writing: “The Gaylimpics”).

He’s taken a lot of criticism for his stand on boycotts – for his scathing critique of the idea that boycotting Russian vodka is a meaningful political gesture. Perhaps it takes an athlete to question our desire for a political spectacle to happen inside a space we consume as apolitical. Perhaps it takes someone in the middle of all that to remind us that even that gesture will be absorbed by that spectacle’s economy. What is a rainbow flag, pinned to a uniform manufactured by Adidas? I hope I see them everywhere. But, much as we might wish otherwise, such a thing won’t have the symbolic force of seeing Tommy Smith and John Carlos raise their gloved fists in a black power salute from the medal stand in 1968. It just won’t.

What would be meaningful within the context of the Olympic spectacle? Making the Olympics as queer as possible, as visibly as possible – you would have to make the Olympics themselves into a protest for the Olympics themselves to do something. Athletes would have to kiss each other, full on make out with each other to get close to what those two raised fists meant and did. Police would have to drag them from the stands. The spectacle itself must be interrupted. It must fall apart: its politics must tear apart at the seams. It must collapse on itself.

There is no such thing as an apolitical Olympics if only because there is always the possibility that it will become exactly what its mythology promises but its administration denies – an occasion for demanding that things be different. Every Olympics, every World Cup now contains this problem. A problem of Olympic order.