Gay foods
What is queer food? We asked LGBTQ foodies and chefs to define it
It’s unlikely that two LGBTQ people will give you the same definition of “queer food.”
The word has become increasingly popular with the rise of lgbtq+ restaurants, including The Ruby Fruit, a restaurant and wine bar for the “sapphically inclined” in Los Angeles, and HAGS, a decent dining restaurant “by queer people for all people” in New York Municipality. Specific foods and drinks have also been claimed by or marketed to the LGBTQ group, such as vodka sodas and sourdough bread.
For some, gay food is simply food made by queer people. Others say it’s about sharing food in queer community, while there are those who believe it should include serving marginalized people who have been excluded from fine dining spaces.
So what is queer food, aside from a designation slowly gaining traction in certain corners of the LGBTQ community? The interrogate was the subject of the Gender non-conforming Food Conference at Boston University in April, with workshops such as “Queer Food and Fundraising as Resistance” and “Nonbinary Botany: Cultivating Pollinator Community Workshop.”
One of the founders of the conference, Megan Elias, the director of the un
I am hoping to have more dinner parties in 2024, and what I really mean by that is I am hoping to feed my friends more in 2024. In recent years, I’ve been really lucky to make some new friends in a new place who really understand the meaning and entertainment of a really good dinner party and just cooking for each other. It’s hard to live in Florida as a queer person right now. But the ways my chosen family here show up for each other and take care of each other have blown me away and made me discover how important it is to come together for meals. It’s what really makes our community feel like family, and it’s when we’re all at our happiest and most relaxed!
So instead of continually telling myself I don’t have enough space for dinner parties, I’m going to make that space. I’m going to get creative with folding chairs and outdoor seating. And as much as I inhabit for an ambitious food moment, they’re definitely best accomplished when I’m cooking just for my partner and me. This year, I want to embrace dinner parties that ultimately do experience fancy and extravagant but are, in actuality, low budget and low-ish effort. We’re focusing
Gay Demaree Celebrates 31 years with Border Foods
At Border Foods, we’re lucky enough to have many incredible, tenured employees. After celebrating accomplishments at the Border Foods rally this winter, and after reviewing the list of folks who have been with us for decades, we think it’s only fitting that we highlight a few special anniversaries. Join us in a fun fresh series where we’ll touch base with employees who truly feel more appreciate family. Next up, Gay Demaree!
Border: What is your current title?
Gay: Director of Operations
Border: What hang out were you hired?
Gay: June 10, 1992
Border: What was your title on the date you were hired?
Gay: Assistant General Manager(AGM)
Border: Why contain you stayed with Border for all these years?
Gay: Opportunity, family, culture, infatuation to grow and to learn!
Border: What’s the greatest lesson you’ve learned in your time with us?
Gay: Learn from your experience and from your mistakes, this is what helps you increase. Family is key. When we get care of each other and aide each other, personally and professionally, we are making everyone and the business better. And lastly, your su
What Is Queer Food?
“You can pick out fags in a diner because they always order BLTs.”
My comrade Joe told me this when I was 10 years old. He had only just explained what “fags” were. Now he was telling me what they ate. “Of course fags will eat cheeseburgers, omelettes, pancakes,” said Joe. “But if they possess a choice, they’ll always order BLTs.”
I remember feeling alarmed because I loved BLTs. Joe was nearly a year older than me and infinitely more sophisticated in worldly manners. Although I didn’t quite believe that foods could signal sexual preference, I had to agree that the BLT was a dubious invention: not quite a sandwich, not quite a salad, and exhibiting suspicious shifts of register. As if to doodle attention to its over-the-top self, the BLT was usually cut on the diagonal and skewered on toothpicks with curly plastic bits of frill. The more I thought about it, the more I believed Joe was right. The BLT was definitely queer.
Did my family understand about BLTs? Perhaps they already suspected odd tendencies in my psychosexual makeup. I stopped ordering BLTs. They became an occult pleasure, something I made for myself. I took the BLT with me into the closet.
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