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Adam Lambert: Love Letter to the LGBTQ Community

I came up in the clubs and stages of Hollywood. I remember the joy of first feeling like I had found ‘my kind of people.’ I was finally bonding with like-minded aliens that dared to live outside the lines, and on their own terms. We celebrated each other. At 27, I auditioned for the show that would change my life and career forever. I had an amazing experience on American Idol. A dream come true.

Suddenly, the ramifications of being a queer celebrity became overwhelming. I felt a responsibility to do the LGBTQ community proud and reflect our experience as honestly and openly as I could. However, in 2009, we were nowhere near how mainstream we are now. For some fans, I was their first time identifying with anyone queer. No pressure! There were challenges, double standards and prejudices to deal with. There were moments when I thought I may have bitten off more than I could chew. You know how I kept pushing forward? Besides being stubborn as hell? It was all the crazy dreamers I have known over the years.

Y'all are my true inspiration. You’re life lines that have kept me grounded and thankful. All the LGBTQ musicians, dancers, drag queens, bar stars, club kids, DJ’s, designers, actors, stylists, glam squads….. YOU are my circus family. It is because of all those years traipsing round our nocturnal playgrounds that I had any sense of how and why I wanted to stay the course; to rep for my queer family!

And now 8 years later, the LGBTQ community has come SO far. I see fellow artists AND civilians coming out with no apologies and no fucks given. Despite the current obstacles we face, I’m am blown away by our progress. We have come so far. My true fans share the same principles so we continue to welcome other alien weirdos into our family. Thank you ALL for inspiring  and supporting my journey. I promise to keep doing the same for all of you.

- Adam Lambert

guys i’ve got it

media as morticia addams having a whole monologue about america’s worship of criminals and the macabre

‘ted bundy murders 30 women, goes to trial smug as can be? and what does the public do? they dye their hair brown and part it down the middle, because it’s worship. it’s reverence. it’s fear. fear is everlasting.’

Katy Perry Joins ‘American Idol’ as Judge

Katy Perry has joined ABC’s “American Idol” reboot as a judge.

It’s official: Katy Perry is going to be an American Idol judge.ABC has signed the “Roar” and “Bon Appetit” singer for the revived franchise’s 16th season, which will debut next year. ABC made the announcement at its upfront presentation to advertisers in New York on Tuesday.

The casting is considered a very impressive hire; producers of singing competition shows have tried to land Perry for a judging position for years. It’s also arguably a necessary hire as ABC is facing some skepticism about bringing back the pioneering competition series after its cancellation by Fox just last year and needs a major star name to anchor the panel.

“I am honored and thrilled to be the first judge bringing back the American Idol tradition of making dreams come true for incredible talents with authentic personalities and real stories,” said Perry. “I’m always listening to new music, and love discovering diamonds in the rough – from mentoring young artists on my label, or highlighting new artists on my tours, I want to bring it back to the music.

More to come …


Dear American Idol Casting Directors,  

I have received many phone calls and emails begging me to try out in front of the executive producers of the show in the past couple months. I’m not interested.

LAST YEAR I was interested, and I tried out but you DIDN’T WANT ME, I wasn’t “contemporary enough” and being transgender wasn’t such a hot issue in the media like it is now. This year, I see what American Idol is all about, another pre-casted show, that’s looking for “singers” to boost their ratings, and now they just need that TOKEN TRANS person for America to gossip about, to hype up the show.

I realized that YOU ONLY WANT ME BECAUSE I’M A TRANSGENDER PERSON who happens to be a singer, not because I’M A SINGER WHO JUST HAPPENS TO BE TRANSGENDER, and because of that I’m not interested.

This year you picked me because you WANT SOMEONE THAT’S TRANSGENDER and you don’t want someone “that people might make fun of, or [someone] who looks too much like they are men who transitioned to women, or [that] look FAKE or GIMMICKY.” You said you don’t want a transgender person “WHO STICKS OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB.” You also referred to trans people as “MEN IN DRESSES” and “TRANSGENDERS.” That is very ignorant, and transphobic.

You told me that American Idol wants “sexual BLONDE GIRLS who are DUMB” and “BLACK GIRLS who are DRAMATIC.” That is sexist and racist.

I questioned you wether the show was a singing show or not and you said that “IT’S A TV SHOW.”

You said “people don’t really make it in music anymore cause there’s nothing to sell, cause now you are a commodity.” To quote my hero Macklemore, “If I’d have done it for the money I’d have been a [bleep] lawyer.” I told you that making music that’s TRUE is what’s the most important thing to me. I don’t want my music controlled by American Idol or any other show, I WANT TO STAY TRUE in my art FOR MY FANS.

I feel that American Idol would EXPLOIT me and maybe exploit the TRANSGENDER COMMUNITY for the purposes of TV ratings and profit. That’s not the right reason to go on television, and that’s not the right thing to do for my community. If it was purely an educational program, and not some overly sensationalized show than I would totally do it.

American Idol isn’t punk rock, punk rock is about being honest, and American Idol isn’t honest. It’s mostly pre-casted, and deep down, it probably isn’t even about singing anymore.

I reject your invitation to SELL OUT. After all, I’m a SINGER, who just happens to be transgender.

Thank you.

Love, Ryan Cassata

legsa submitted:

For my sixteenth birthday, I got a new sexual and romantic orientation. 

I spent about two weeks opening neat little boxes wrapped in ace/aro pride flag paper. They took a high school girl’s lifetime to get to me. Other gifts travelled faster, but none of them instilled the same blend of fear, anxiety, and excitement inside of me. Inside were scenes from my life, laid out so plainly I spent the next three years wondering how I could’ve possibly missed it. 

In one scene, my mom is driving me to elementary school. I looked out the windows of the car, watching the route go by in a blur of green trees and brown shopping centers. I pictured what I would do about my wedding. All people get married someday, I knew - or thought I knew - but boys were icky. In my nine-year-old mind, I conceived the perfect plan: convince a good friend to dress like a boy, and then we would be able to get married. That way, I’d just get to live with a friend forever. What could be better?

In the next, I’m writing in a fuzzy white diary, a friend’s sleepover party weighing on my mind. Once again, I’d given no answer to the dreaded “who do you like?” question. Knowing I would never dream of being “boring” again, I scanned my mind for tolerable boys in my grade. My mind settled on a boy I’d never heard talk. He wasn’t annoying - sure, he’d do. I wrote down that I liked him because he “didn’t show that he was an idiot.” Maybe drawing hearts would make it real. Oh - maybe I should stare at him in class, too! I’m supposed to like this boy, after all. A few weeks later, another sleepover happened. Seven girls found out about my “crush”, and somehow, it magically disappeared overnight, and I was too young to feel true romantic attraction. 

I admired an American Idol contestant for a while. Then, I liked a few fictional characters. Was that love? My elementary school self didn’t want to kiss some twenty-something singer. I thought it was love, though. Does a twelve-year-old girl want a relationship with Remus Lupin? Of course not. I knew that wasn’t a crush, but I’ve still read Prisoner of Azkaban at least five times more than the other Harry Potter books. Untouchable people confused me the most. I didn’t know what to do with these scenes. For a while, I just assumed they made me straight. But there were several fictional characters I’d forgotten about: the ones who couldn’t just stay friends. Why did Kim Possible end up with Ron? Why did Lizzie McGuire end up with Gordo? In what way did Ned Bigby and Moze make any sense? It seemed that every time a boy and a girl were friends, they were thrown together. Growing up, I never had male friends. Girls were easier to talk to. Girls didn’t have to end up with their best friends. 

In eighth grade I was an overly invested “ally”. I only watched media with same gender relationships (some of it highly problematic; it makes me cringe) and insisted that straight people were inherently boring. Nowadays, I laugh at how close I came to discovering my true identity. I would look up famous LGBT+ people on Wikipedia and read about all the different sexual orientations. The list of famous asexuals included about 4 people, only one of who I’d heard of. Regretfully, I dismissed it as “uninteresting”, spent a few weeks trying to force other labels to fit me, and then settling uncomfortably on “straight”. 

The person who delivered the package was actually someone I hated. He was this kid on the swim team who somehow wormed his way into my friend group. One day, I was telling my friend about how I’d never had a crush before in my life, to which he responded ever-so-eloquently: “that’s bullshit!” I knew my experiences better than he did, but the exchange made me wonder just how strange it was. For two weeks, I read definitions of asexuality and aromanticism, flip-flopped between labels and combinations of labels, took several “are you asexual?” quizzes, and at last, I had my sixteenth birthday present in hand. Even then, I thought I was too young. What if my sexuality changed, and I’d told everyone the wrong thing? If that happened, would everyone tell me I just needed to “meet the right person”? (though now I know that meeting the “right person” wouldn’t make me any less asexual/aromantic) I didn’t want to prove anyone like that right, so I decided I would wait a while before telling anyone other than my best friend (who accepted it readily and understood my fears, being a lesbian herself).

I spent much of the month of June that year looking at myself in the mirror, thinking “I’m asexual” until I truly believed it. Three years have passed since then, and I feel completely secure with my sexual and romantic orientations. I never think of myself as straight. I have nothing in common with heterosexuality/heteroromanticism, and my friends and family have been nothing but supportive (though I’m honestly not sure my parents know … I hint at it very often, but older generations can be dense when it comes to ace/aro things). I am so proud to be ace/aro, and I wanted to share my story, in case it helps a person as confused as I was. Asexuality does not make you boring. I sing along to musical theatre soundtracks, write stories with my friend, make terrible puns, and study American Sign Language. I write ace-aro warriors, assassins, athletes, siblings, friends - all with different personalities, interests, quirks, and attitudes towards sex and romance. The ace and aro spectrums are filled with wonderful, diverse people. I am one of them. 

anonymous asked:

Okay I'm a bit new so I was wondering why we hate managements so much like I don't really understand but I want to

Oh, anon. Oh, my sweet summer child. I am going to assume that this question is genuine and that you’re not trolling me, if for no other reason than getting this ask made me laugh until I cried, and that alone deserves an honest answer giving you the full benefit of the doubt. Everyone’s been new at some point, and One Direction fandom is a more confusing place than most. So have a seat and I’ll tell you a story. 

So for me, there are two parts to this question. The first is why we hate management so much in most music fandoms. It’s hard to argue that music fandoms, past and present, don’t hate or judge the management of our favorite bands and singers, because we do! This is especially true in fandoms that originate out of reality TV shows like American Idol or The X Factor, because fans tend to have a VESTED INTEREST in the success of our favorite singers and bands, and we don’t want to see them fail, and if fans perceive their careers as not going as well as we think they should, it’s easy to blame their management. They don’t know [artist] like we do!!!! How dare they not choose the singles I want them to!!! If only that music video had been better, it would have charted in the top ten!!! And on and on and on. This is both reasonable (sometimes artists DO have shitty promoters/management support!) and pretty ridiculous (most of the people criticizing the marketing of an artist have no experience in the music industry and very little first hand knowledge of what they’re talking about). But in general, music fandoms tend to not be particularly fond of how their bands are run.

None of this, however, is why (parts of) 1D fandom hate management. In a nutshell, Larry tinhats (people who believe Harry and Louis are in a secret romantic relationship) hate management because they believe that management is controlling their lives and preventing them from coming out together and being in a public relationship. 

You see, in the tinhat corner of 1D fandom that genuinely and truly believes that Harry and Louis are in a secret romantic/sexual relationship and have been for years, management is the Big Bad that has been keeping them apart publicly for all these years. In some ways, 1D’s management could be forgiven for ever dropping the ball on actually promoting this band that has made them millions and millions of dollars over the last five years, since its primary job (according to tinhatters) has been to prevent Louis and Harry from coming out, and to conceal their relationship from everyone. Why would management do this? In the eyes of tinhats, it’s because they’re homophobic and/or afraid that an openly gay relationship would destroy the band’s popularity, and since all management cares about is money, they can’t have this. 

Management is a particularly good Big Bad character in a boy band fandom, since boy bands have historically been managed by some pretty shady characters who stole from the artists and were generally speaking Not Great People. So it’s not exactly SURPRISING that management became The Force That Kept Larry Apart, once Louis in particular started to actually say “I am straight” and “Larry is not real” and so forth. At that point, it couldn’t just be that Harry and Louis weren’t openly talking about their secret love; they had to be UNABLE to be together publicly, PREVENTED by a larger force. This is part of why you’ll see tons of vague posts about management’s long reach and ability to silence ANYONE who speaks out about Larry, because anything that goes against the narrative of Larry’s True Love can be explained away by this all powerful entity Management. But you’ll see far fewer posts actually SOURCING any of this supposed terribleness done by management, because that’s not how this works. You can’t see management at work by what they DO, only by what they prevent: Harry and Louis being TOGETHER FOREVER. So as long as they’re not a public couple, management BY DEFINITION is still being terrible and awful. 

That’s what’s weird about management: while it’s true that boy band managers have historically been shitty, it’s ALSO true that no boy band has ever been anywhere close to as successful as 1D is, or had the kind of bargaining leverage that 1D did when renegotiating their contracts. So it’s PUZZLING that they would still be able to control them like this, even if we could believe management EVER had that power. It’s also amazing that this all-powerful management, that has managed to stamp out all evidence of a gay relationship between two of the most famous dudes in England, can’t somehow prevent album leaks from happening every fucking year. It’s even MORE amazing that management somehow managed to get Louis and Harry to re-sign a contract that was SO RESTRICTIVE AND TERRIBLE that they have to ACTIVELY LIE about their romantic lives in 2015, and convince EVERYONE IN THEIR PERSONAL LIVES TO LIE AS WELL, and yet another member of the band was somehow able to break or renegotiate this terrible controlling contract in order to LEAVE THE ACTUAL BAND. SO WEIRD. But the great thing about management is that once you really believe in it, management is responsible for EVERYTHING, and every narrative gets supported by the general knowledge that MANAGEMENT IS TERRIBLE. Facts don’t matter; what Harry and Louis say doesn’t matter; all that matters is that there’s always something to blame when canon doesn’t go the way you want it to, and in 1D that’s what management is for.

I don’t hate management, and there’s no reason for you to hate management, either. You haven’t ‘missed’ anything, other than a conspiracy theory that gets more absurd with every passing day. Management doesn’t control One Direction. Management WORKS FOR One Direction. So don’t bother hating them.