Why Pose Is the Perfect Accompaniment to Your Summer of Rage

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Why <i>Pose</i> Is the Perfect Accompaniment to Your Summer of Rage

A bitch cannot hide her song, honey. It oozes out of you. —Pray Tell, Pose (Episode 1.06)

In Sunday night’s episode of Pose, the sensational new series from Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk, and Steven Canals, ballroom impresario Pray Tell—the extraordinary Billy Porter, focusing his livewire charm into a silver-tongued laser beam—spins MFSB’s soul anthem “Love Is the Message” on a weeks-long loop. Recently diagnosed with HIV, his lover living out his last days on a hospital ward for AIDS patients, Pray spends much of the hour drinking hard, lashing out, lamenting the defining crisis of the era. It’s New York circa 1988, and Pray is desperate to recapture, or at least remember, an age before the virus linked one of life’s most intimate acts to its ultimate end: the summer of 1980, as he explains to his boyfriend, of Fire Island and “Love Is the Message,” when they were still “free to love, free to fuck, free to be our gay-ass selves.”

Though the song’s repetition frustrates the ball scene’s youngsters (“This song is a classic,” Dominique Jackson’s elder stateswoman, Elektra Abundance, retorts with a sniff), Pray’s rationale for playing it is, in fact, the clarion call of Pride: Pride is presence, the refusal to be shouted down, erased, ignored, shamed. It is also, of course, resistance: Pride originated with the first anniversary of the Stonewall riots, in which queer people of color—those at the bright, unabashed heart of Pose—played a central role. Long before “Love Is the Message” offers up back-to-back renditions of “For All We Know” and “Home,” then, the episode, co-written and directed by Janet Mock, emerges as the message’s proof, the installment of FX’s blistering drag/dance musical that best encapsulates Pray’s admonition against hiding. In this sense, more than “I Like It,” “Slow Burn, “Boo’d Up,” or any of the other contenders, Pose is truly the song of this summer, an ecstatic, mad hot bop for a season of rage.

After all, as Pray suggests, the song that defines a particular moment isn’t necessarily the track at the top of the charts: Pose itself conjures up the raucous queer counterculture of Gordon Gekko’s New York with reference, among others, to Desperately Seeking Susan, Whitney Houston, Falconcrest, and Anna Wintour. (Some things never change.) The point is, an electric melodrama of warring houses set within a wider crisis seems more than à propos for the summer of 2018, a sort of Babylon Berlin for our Republican Reich: Pose is an object lesson in the ongoing nature of struggle, full of shape shifters, fierce queens, underdogs, wits, all scrappers to the last. (The same can be said of both its on- and off-screen talent, which includes trans women writers Our Lady J and Mock—now the first trans woman of color to direct an episode of television—and the largest cast of transgender actors in the history of scripted TV.) Against the personal and political troubles met by protagonist Blanca Rodriguez (Mj Rodriguez), an HIV-positive trans woman of color who breaks with Elektra in the pilot episode to form her own house, the battles ahead—in the midterm elections, against a Supreme Court that threatens to roll back or blockade LGBTQ rights, for an end to the murders of trans women and the epidemic of queer youth homelessness, toward a future in which the AIDS crisis is actually over, and not just in the fantasies penned by privileged white men—appear only as consequential as they always have. Pose simply reminds us, more in the furious vein of Angels in America and The Normal Heart than the maudlin one of Philadelphia and Dallas Buyers Club, that the fight for our lives was and remains literal: Queer people don’t need Gilead to imagine a nation that wishes us dead.

But as Blanca’s House Evangelista challenges House Abundance in the ballroom, where competitors in elaborate costumes strut for the judges in categories ranging from “Royalty” to “Dynasty” to “Modèle Effete,” Pose is careful not to decouple this scrappiness from ball culture’s exuberant delights. If the series’ incisive treatment of the AIDS epidemic and the struggle for trans civil rights underscores why we fight, its delirious set pieces illustrate part of the how. With Elektra parting the crowd in an Elizabethan high collar after an improbable heist; with a stirring ballet lit in the pink and blue of the Transgender Pride Flag, set to Swing Out Sister’s “Breakout”; with a lascivious beauty pageant of men’s gleaming abs, pecs, arms, Pose celebrates the connection between presence and resistance, the beautiful slippage from “my home” to “my community” to “mi familia” that Angel (Indya Moore), a trans sex worker and member of House Evangelista, enunciates for her love interest’s wife. Perpetuating subcultures, forming support networks, building legacies, simply refusing to retreat: In this, the series reiterates time and again, one finds the sustenance for struggle, the strength to go on. “Houses are homes to all the little boys and girls who never had one, and they keep comin’ every day, just as sure as the sun rises,” Pray says after House Evangelista loses to Abundance at their first ball. “Pull up. Work harder. Triumph! If not today, maybe tomorrow.”

After all, the work continues apace. Gay bars may no longer ban trans women outright, as Blanca finds night after night in “Access,” but racism, fat-shaming, femme-shaming, and transphobia are commonplaces in both public spaces and on apps like Grindr. An HIV diagnosis may no longer seem like a death sentence, at least in some quarters, but because of the stigma still associated with it, the fear of getting tested that Pray and the Evangelista boys express in “The Fever” registers as all too real. On the concept of “passing,” on gender confirmation surgery, on the estrangement from intolerant family members, and on much more besides, Pose is as fresh as the floral pastels of the Mother’s Day ball. Even its most misconceived subplot, involving Angel’s paramour, Stan (Evan Peters), his sympathetic wife, Patty (Kate Mara), and his cutthroat boss, Matt (James Van Der Beek), contributes, if ham-fistedly, to the series’ potent rejection of historical “progress,” its fervent call to keep fighting: Stan and Matt are colleagues at the Trump Organization, foot soldiers in the same force that’s been trying to kill us all along.

Firing shots across the bow of dramatic convention from its opening sequence—in which Elektra shoots down the idea of a “superhero”-themed ball with the devilishly funny line, “Why don’t you just give Mother a Sominex instead?”—Pose, following Murphy’s astonishing The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story, understands intuitively that the form of queer art is inextricable from its function, and that its excesses are most often denigrated as “camp” by those most invested in its invisibility. (“What is ballroom without a little DRA-MA?” Pray says succinctly.) The result is a series so remarkably unlike anything else currently on TV that it comes to resemble a protest, a sign-waving, slogan-chanting, queer-as-a-two-dollar-bill Pride March through American living rooms, one that not only deserves a second season but practically demands it.

I knew this from the beginning, in a way: The pilot episode ends with Damon (Ryan Jamaal Swain), an aspiring dancer Blanca takes under her wing, auditioning for a tony training program to my song of last summer, “I Wanna Dance With Somebody.” For me—born in 1987, the year of its recording and of Pose’s first episode—it conjures up a sweaty rooftop in a New Orleans August, condensation on daiquiris and Pisco sours, a dear friend at the turntables, an unrequited love, heady joys and sudden sorrows I’m hard-pressed to believe I fit into a season. For you, of course, the number may be different. But as Pose understands—that presence, that resistance, that breath of life, that song of this summer—I’ll bet it oozes right out of you: None of us can hide our songs for long, because our future still depends on us standing to sing ’em.

Pose airs Sundays at 9 p.m. on FX.



Matt Brennan is the TV editor of Paste Magazine. He tweets about what he’s watching @thefilmgoer.

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