Of course, I was not conscious of this process at the time, but I now recognize that these ideological representations hailed me as a queer subject as did negative images of homosexuality. But the images I felt connected to were redeployed and refashioned for my own use. This redeployment enabled me to construct a positive queer identity. In other words, my chimpanzee dollhouse was not a source of shame, but pride even while I was conscious of the fact that it should remain a private pleasure while I was young and vulnerable.
When I first watched Wonder Woman, I loved when Diana Prince (the superhero’s alter-ego) transformed into Wonder Woman by spinning around in the midst of a big explosion and then emerging in her sexy red, white and blue patriotic outfit. I would spin around in the backyard of my parent’s house and become dizzy.
On one level, my obsession with Wonder Woman could be understood as adhering me to the dominant model of homosexuality current at the time in terms of gender inversion. Yet, it also resonates with other social and cultural definitions of homosexuality, particularly the ideology of the closet. Wonder Woman had an alter-ego, Diana Prince, who is normal in terms of physical strength and power and who conforms to prescribed norms of gender. Her true identity of Wonder Woman is her most closely guarded secret just as my desire (my true identity) to have sex with men was the secret of my childhood and adolescence. In a sense, Wonder Woman and I were both in the closet.
However, this closet was not occupied by guilt and shame. My fascination with Wonder Woman did not suture me to the prevailing ideology of the closet. In choosing Wonder Woman as a role model, I picked a figure who disrupted traditional notions of gender and proudly, powerfully and spectacularly displayed her difference.
For me, the figure of Wonder Woman allowed me to participate in dominant definitions of homosexuality, yet simultaneously she provided a figure for the conceptualization of my own desire and identity which was indeed positive and disrupted the negative discourse of same-sex desire operating at the time. It became in the words of Foucault a “reverse discourse”.
In my obsession with Wonder Woman, I desperately wanted a doll of the superhero. When I was growing up, Christmas gifts revolved around the big Sears catalog which had a large toy section. When it arrived, I would peruse it for hours, deciding on what I would like for the holiday. I would mark off items and then give the catalog to my parents who would select my presents from the things that I noted. That year I marked off the Wonder Woman doll. It was a small step outside my spectacular closet, but I did not get the doll that holiday. Either my parents missed it because it was in the girl’s section of the catalog or getting me a Wonder Woman doll was crossing a boundary they wanted to maintain. I guess a doll house made out of old scraps was okay, but a brand new toy meant for little girls was too obvious, too telling, too much.
Disappointed, but not defeated I was determined to have my own Wonder Woman action figure. And that is when it occurred to me- ZIRA! She was the only female doll I had, so she would become my Wonder Woman. It was not a difficult conversion. My mother and I had previously made some outfits for Zira out of old pieces of fabric. The mauve dress cut shorter with the wide blue belt tied at the waist would suffice for her costume even though it was not as fabulous or patriotic as the original. A little tinfoil at the wrists became her bullet repelling bracelets. Tinfoil also fashioned her headband and a piece of thin gold cording became her magic lasso. And Zira already had knee high boots in tan which worked just fine.
The transformation was complete. Zira became Wonder Woman of the Planet of the Apes, a simian superhero fighting injustice with her strength and fabulousness. Zira would spin around complete with explosion sound effects and emerge from her drab olive green outfit into her spectacular mauve and blue ensemble with bullet proof bracelets, headband and golden lasso.
My deployment of Zira in the Wonder Woman narrative rather than the original story of Earth’s future was an example of the strength and resilience of my own queer identity in the face of the dominant fiction. The dominant fiction does not allow boys to play with girl dolls and I had found a way to transgress that law. The Planet of the Apes figure was repurposed in order to fulfill my own desire and thereby contributed to my growing up queer.
This item originally appeared on The Great Within. It is republished here with permission.
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Lanjier
Me and my friend Bobby Stern used to mock spinning around and turning into Wonder Woman. I guess I had clue. Around that time I used to love pretending to be Lauren Bacall selling High Point Coffee. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wuyuiI5uDns
Kieran
I don’t know, growing up I loved fire trucks and playing cowboys and indians in my back yard ….and I still turned out gay.
nautilusjv
@Kieran: Hey Kieran, Besides my doll house and Planet of the Apes dolls etc., I also play with tanks and army men. I was fascinated by tanks and read obessively about World War I and II. Gender unfortunately is a rigid binary relational system. Something is feminine because it is not masculine, not because something about dolls is inherently feminine. It is just the way the dominant fiction in which we live has set things up.
Best, Kelly T Keating
Ian
I consider my crowning achievement of childhood was when I precociously said at around eight yrs old to my mom when I found the above pictured Wonder Woman doll at a local Sears, “Are you saying that I can’t have a woman as a role model, she’s a super hero action figure, not a Barbie!” My mom then begrudgingly allowed the purchase of my Wonder Woman doll/action figure 🙂
Becky
I had one barbie and I got so bored with it I threw it out of a window…
My little brother and I would get up at 6, and make enourmous Brio trainsets or K-Nex cars before school, then play with them when we got home.
He thought I was the best big sister ever B)
dvlaries
The one doll I remember having and loving was a pull-string talking Bugs Bunny, got for Christmas when I was either 6 or 7. I think I lasted maybe six months before I couldn’t resist surgery on him to examine the mechanical works that gave him a voice.
But steam-shovels, cranes and trains were my greater fascination. Only much later did I understand their phallic symbolism.
As for Shatner, one needed not turn into an eventual hard-core Trekkie to appreciate the gifts there. In any episode where he stripped to the waist, every pair of teenage gay eyes stopped blinking or straying.
WF
Thanks, Kelly! Hope to see more posts in the future. Unfortunately, my parents rebuked me for playing with dolls as a child, but once I came out to them, they had the “ahhhh, it all makes sense” moment. LOL 🙂
dvlaries
I was too late for Wonder Woman, but in what I consider the most suggestible years -11 to 14- my female role model was Samantha Stephens.
She was a character who had to hide who she really was from the entire world, a world of people who held nasty, often grotesque notions about who and what witches were.
In Elizabeth Montgomery’s sure and talented hands, Samantha shattered every one of those ugly prejudices in a single personification. She was self-possessed, confident, full of humor and would not be bullied either in the mortal world or from her own group. She made her own choices and didn’t worry if they conformed to anyone’s liking, even her exasperated parents.
The show didn’t stop there. It made clear too that witches are not always at their peak, like Samantha and her cousin Serena. While Endora would have been a pill of a mother in law even without magic, Bewitched also made clear witches continue past their prime, and sometimes faltering in power (Esmerelda, and especially Aunt Clara, essayed by the incomparable Marion Lorne.) They also came young and vulnerable (Tabitha), needing protection and made to understand they are ‘living in a world that doesn’t understand our kind‘.
The flamboyance of the show’s most prominent warlocks -Maurice, Dr. Bombay and Uncle Arthur- can leave little doubt the show was in on its own gay appeal.
All that, and Bewitched was almost unfailingly, riotously funny, and frequently very romantic and tender, especially in the early Dick York years.
Alice D'Addario
Anyone who thinks that children are uncomplicated and incapable of experiencing moments that consciounsly define and shape them should be required to read this piece. It’s brilliant!
christopher di spirito
My partner of 17 years loves collector dolls.
Dolls from the movies and from TV. He has a collection of Lucy, Cher and Liz Taylor dolls. He’s also as butch as Rosie O’Donnell and a total top. A love of dolls is no indicator of a man’s masculinity.
Personally, I think it’s a bit peculiar but whatever?
puncturedbicycle
A fascinating window into authentic childhood thoughts and feelings, secrecy and subversion. Love this post!
clark
My sisters had the original Barbie and Ken dolls, followed a little later by Midge and Allen…..I had a GI Joe doll (allowable). Well, don’t you know, GI Joe and Ken used to go on loooong drives in the Barbie car! Eventually they took an apartment with Allen, leaving Barbie and Midge to live in the Dreamhouse (which I naturally decorated to perfection!).
carsen tyler
Growing up I gave my Barbie dolls crew cuts and made tanks out of my K’nex (my dad let me have those because he wanted me to be an engineer) and played war versus my cousins. But what I really wanted was some X-men action figures, especially a Wolverine. Never got them, but now I have a huge collection of Doctor Who action figures, they pay for themselves oddly enough. I buy two Comic-Con exclusives, fence one while the Convention is still going on, get a good $400 to $1000 for that one and I have money to buy all the regular ones I want. But I still look for that Wolverine that was around when I was a kid.
Uppity
What a great piece. Your crushes on William Shatner and Charlton Heston remind me of the all the 70s guys I had crushes on, and the shows in which I saw them: a shirtless Robert Conrad in Battle of the Network Stars, Michael Beck’s abs in The Warriors, a naked Jan Michael Vincent cornered by thugs in the shower in Defiance, the dark-haired lead in the TV series Planet of the Apes (for whom a shirtless scene seemed to be contrived for every week) and Tarzan actor Mike Henry. Oh the list could go on …
Stephen
I grew up the middle one of five brothers. I spent childhood playing with the neighbourhood girls and their Barbies (Ken was the obvious favourite). Although I did like the “allowable” boys dolls that were GI Joe and that ilk, that made their way into my house. Never having played war with my brothers, I was always trying to figure out how to get GI Joe to “capture” the enemy (Ken, which I did not have) and then “torture” him into revealing “secrets”.
I didn’t realize until my teens when I started getting those ‘boy crushes’ (Steve White in high school, yum) that I was different in ‘that way’.