As requested by
maxporter, this is a transcript of the video Queerer Than Thou. There are some aspects that I wasn't able to work out, which I've marked with "[???]" in the text. Thanks to
trouble for transcribing the middle part of this! I've edited the transcription to fit it in and correct some of the words.
[introduction background music: "Slut Buffet" by Shitting Glitter]
(lyrics)
# I got you...
Classic Queer: Heyyyy!
# ...on the list;
# Not looking for some love, just a fist
# Chicks online, making time
# Cruising like a fag 'round the back
# I'm going for seconds now
# I can't even get turned down
# These bitches are stocked for days
# Neat, sweet, slut buffet...
[scene changes; a group of friends sitting round a table, drinking and laughing. A knock is heard at the door.]
???: You mean, like, on your forehead?
???: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[the door is answered, and Classic Queer comes in.]
Classic Queer: Heyyyyyy!
Power Dyke: (Looking at Classic Queer's silver jacket) Dude. Wow, that is... really gay.
Transsexual Activist: Er... I believe that's "queer"? What year do you think it is anyway?
Power Dyke: I believe the proper representation of our community has become "L.G.B.T.I.Q.Q.A." - also known as [as she holds out her hearing aid] "Lagibitiqua"!
[bell sound is heard, and caption appears on screen: "Young Professional Lesbian Power Dyke (Y.P.L.P.D.)"]
Transsexual Activist: What do you know about queerness anyway? You're just a dyke. I'm trans.
[another bell sound, and caption appears: "Radical Transsexual Activist Drowning in Post-Modern Identities"]
Power Dyke: Dude, you're just a straight guy.
Transsexual Activist: No! I've been a lesbian; I'm sort of straight, but since I started testosterone? I've been feeling bi-curious.
Power Dyke: Okay. You like femme women, and you like butch men. But I, on the other hand, love women on all sides of the gender spectrum.
Transsexual Activist: Whatever... it's not like I lost all my crafty DIY dyke tendencies with my first shot of testosterone or something.
Power Dyke: Dude, you're getting married, that is so straight.
Transsexual Activist: Well... I have a cat!
Power Dyke: I meditate - and I'm a vegetarian!
Polyamorous Pansexual: Nonononono, hon, we're all vegetarians here!
[bell, caption: "Chicana Sexpot,Artist,Activist,Organizer,Vegan Gourmet"]
Group Relations Junkie: I'm not saying that I'm the queerest queer on the block, but... I feel like I've got a legit claim to fame. I mean, in three years, I've turned out [???] like 20 people. Just saying; I proselytize that shit.
[slap sound, caption: "Slightly Crunchy, Hindu-Spiritual, Pre-Op, Pre-T, Group Relations Junkie"]
Polyamorous Pansexual: Whatever! I'm sick of this competitive shit; I have to go to the bathroom.
Macho-Femme: Oh, I'll join you!
[both leave; next scene is in the bathroom. Macho-Femme is doing her makeup.]
Polyamorous Pansexual: Clearly? We are way more queer than they are. I mean, they act like we're invisible.
Macho-Femme: Totally.
[bell, caption: "First Generation Salvadoran Genderqueer Macho-Femme"]
Polyamorous Pansexual: I mean, I'm a polyamorous pansexual. Some of those queers out there don't even know what that means.
Macho-Femme: I know.
Polyamorous Pansexual: That is so pretty [???]
Macho-Femme: Sure; this is an awesome shade.
[Polyamorous Pansexual reaches for the makeup.]
Macho-Femme: Oh no, wait, let me show you that flush! [???]
[a knock on the door is heard]
Polyamorous Pansexual: Busy!
Daddy's Boy: (off-camera) Let us in!
[Macho-Femme opens the door; Daddy's Boy enters with Leather Daddy.]
Macho-Femme: What's wrong?
Daddy's Boy: My leg just hurts. It's really sore.
[bell, caption: "Daddy's Boy With a Penchant for Darth Vader Cross-Stitch"]
Leather Daddy: Yeah, we did our T shot last night, and pushed it in a little too hard.
[double bell, caption: "Ex-dyke Leather Daddy Drag Queen"]
Polyamorous Pansexual: Aww, you do your shot on the same day? Like your anniversary!
Macho-Femme: Yeah, it's like your ... tran-niversary!
Daddy's Boy: That's not an anniversary, that's a period.
Leather Daddy: Yeah. A man period. Meriod? It's not our menses...
Daddy's Boy: It's our man-ses!
Leather Daddy: Yeah, good boy. Man-ses.
[the two kiss in front of the girls, who make faces at each other. The scene changes back to the dining table.]
Sporty Agnostic: I have a Subaru outback with a bunch of bumper stickers, a bike rack, and a ski rack.
[bike bell is heard, caption: "Sporty Agnostic New York Jew Alpha-Complainer Dyke"]
Power Dyke: I have an Acura RSX with shiny rims and beautiful faux-tiger seat covers. And I can put all my equipment in the back, if you know what I mean.
Sporty Agnostic: Yeah, I know what you mean, but have you ever sat in your bathtub with your DVD player watching boys on the side? [She points to herself.] I don't think so!
Power Dyke: Can't say that I have, but! I am a certified flutist. Look at this embouchure. [Close-up of her mouth.]
Sporty Agnostic: You know, your lips are a little chapped, you could use some chapstick. [Holds out some chapstick.]
Power Dyke: I have the same kind of chapstick! [Brings it out.]
Sporty Agnostic: Do you really? That's so funny! [Both laugh.] I know, but I'm still queerer than you.
Power Dyke: [Withdraws.] Whatever.
Deconstructionist Transman: Can we even talk about queerness? I mean, look around! Who's here and who isn't? This just looks like some transubjectivity to me that doesn't currently reflect the dialog of the queer community.
[Sound of bowling pins being knocked over, caption: "White Deconstructionist Transman who smells books and collects syllabi"]
Sporty Agnostic: [Suspiciously] Are you a women's studies major?
Deconstructionist Transman: Women's studies, gender stu-- whatever. Subvert the dominant paradigm! That's how queer I am.
Sporty Agnostic: How many butchy CDs do you--
Deconstructionist Transman: How many [???] Rush albums do you own? Besides, I'm an ex-[???].
Sporty Agnostic: Yeah, well I'm an ex-white dyke.
Macho-Femme: Oh yeah? Well, I'm an ex-ex-gay.
Sporty Agnostic and Deconstructionist Transman: [Looking at Macho-Femme] ...what?
Macho-Femme: I was gay, and then I quit - and became an ex-gay. But now, I'm an ex-ex-gay.
Sporty Agnostic: Oh, wow. That works.
Group Relations Junkie: Let's try and hold space for each other's multiple identities.
Classic Queer: Multiple identities? More like multiple partners! I hear that femme sexpot you're dating is poly, straight guy, heyyy!
[bell sound, caption: "Classic Queer 2.0". Another bell sound, second caption: "(323) 555-0199"]
Transsexual Activist: Whatever! I'm so queer, I'm beyond identity politics.
Power Dyke: Okay, look. We just need to settle this. Alright, how about a game of chess? You know I can take you down.
Transsexual Activist: What, is that your alpha dyke talking? Yeah, I know you can take me down, but chess isn't even relevant. How about Candyland? Remember the rainbow shortcut?
Power Dyke: That is so lame, I can't believe you just said that.
Transsexual Activist: Okay, I've got it. A DIY craftoff! End of discussion.
[Power Dyke looks like she's about to kill him. Group Relations Junkie breaks in.]
Group Relations Junkie: Now, I hear you both, and I really wanna acknowledge what you're saying, but what is the queerest way that we can settle this?
[They all think, and after a while, exclaim all at once:]
All: A dance-off!
[The scene changes; they're all dancing outside to background music, behaving as "queerly" as possible. This lasts for a couple of minutes, and nothing is said in this section, except for the music, ending in another, longer rendition of "Slut Buffet" as the credits roll:]
(lyrics)
# I got you on the list;
# Not looking for some love, just a fist
# I caught you on the down
# Not hoping to find trust, just good sound
# Lipstick toys made for boys,
# Like little nasty dolls talking smack
# Chicks online, making time
# Cruising like a fag 'round the back
# I'm going for seconds now
# I can't even get turned down
# These bitches are stocked for days
# Neat, sweet, slut buffet
# Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
# Slut buffet
# Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
# ...slut.
[final bell sound, caption: "Everyone Involved In the Making of this film is Queerer Than You!"]
[edited 4th June, 2011 to correct some of the text.]
[introduction background music: "Slut Buffet" by Shitting Glitter]
(lyrics)
# I got you...
Classic Queer: Heyyyy!
# ...on the list;
# Not looking for some love, just a fist
# Chicks online, making time
# Cruising like a fag 'round the back
# I'm going for seconds now
# I can't even get turned down
# These bitches are stocked for days
# Neat, sweet, slut buffet...
[scene changes; a group of friends sitting round a table, drinking and laughing. A knock is heard at the door.]
???: You mean, like, on your forehead?
???: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[the door is answered, and Classic Queer comes in.]
Classic Queer: Heyyyyyy!
Power Dyke: (Looking at Classic Queer's silver jacket) Dude. Wow, that is... really gay.
Transsexual Activist: Er... I believe that's "queer"? What year do you think it is anyway?
Power Dyke: I believe the proper representation of our community has become "L.G.B.T.I.Q.Q.A." - also known as [as she holds out her hearing aid] "Lagibitiqua"!
[bell sound is heard, and caption appears on screen: "Young Professional Lesbian Power Dyke (Y.P.L.P.D.)"]
Transsexual Activist: What do you know about queerness anyway? You're just a dyke. I'm trans.
[another bell sound, and caption appears: "Radical Transsexual Activist Drowning in Post-Modern Identities"]
Power Dyke: Dude, you're just a straight guy.
Transsexual Activist: No! I've been a lesbian; I'm sort of straight, but since I started testosterone? I've been feeling bi-curious.
Power Dyke: Okay. You like femme women, and you like butch men. But I, on the other hand, love women on all sides of the gender spectrum.
Transsexual Activist: Whatever... it's not like I lost all my crafty DIY dyke tendencies with my first shot of testosterone or something.
Power Dyke: Dude, you're getting married, that is so straight.
Transsexual Activist: Well... I have a cat!
Power Dyke: I meditate - and I'm a vegetarian!
Polyamorous Pansexual: Nonononono, hon, we're all vegetarians here!
[bell, caption: "Chicana Sexpot,Artist,Activist,Organizer,Vegan Gourmet"]
Group Relations Junkie: I'm not saying that I'm the queerest queer on the block, but... I feel like I've got a legit claim to fame. I mean, in three years, I've turned out [???] like 20 people. Just saying; I proselytize that shit.
[slap sound, caption: "Slightly Crunchy, Hindu-Spiritual, Pre-Op, Pre-T, Group Relations Junkie"]
Polyamorous Pansexual: Whatever! I'm sick of this competitive shit; I have to go to the bathroom.
Macho-Femme: Oh, I'll join you!
[both leave; next scene is in the bathroom. Macho-Femme is doing her makeup.]
Polyamorous Pansexual: Clearly? We are way more queer than they are. I mean, they act like we're invisible.
Macho-Femme: Totally.
[bell, caption: "First Generation Salvadoran Genderqueer Macho-Femme"]
Polyamorous Pansexual: I mean, I'm a polyamorous pansexual. Some of those queers out there don't even know what that means.
Macho-Femme: I know.
Polyamorous Pansexual: That is so pretty [???]
Macho-Femme: Sure; this is an awesome shade.
[Polyamorous Pansexual reaches for the makeup.]
Macho-Femme: Oh no, wait, let me show you that flush! [???]
[a knock on the door is heard]
Polyamorous Pansexual: Busy!
Daddy's Boy: (off-camera) Let us in!
[Macho-Femme opens the door; Daddy's Boy enters with Leather Daddy.]
Macho-Femme: What's wrong?
Daddy's Boy: My leg just hurts. It's really sore.
[bell, caption: "Daddy's Boy With a Penchant for Darth Vader Cross-Stitch"]
Leather Daddy: Yeah, we did our T shot last night, and pushed it in a little too hard.
[double bell, caption: "Ex-dyke Leather Daddy Drag Queen"]
Polyamorous Pansexual: Aww, you do your shot on the same day? Like your anniversary!
Macho-Femme: Yeah, it's like your ... tran-niversary!
Daddy's Boy: That's not an anniversary, that's a period.
Leather Daddy: Yeah. A man period. Meriod? It's not our menses...
Daddy's Boy: It's our man-ses!
Leather Daddy: Yeah, good boy. Man-ses.
[the two kiss in front of the girls, who make faces at each other. The scene changes back to the dining table.]
Sporty Agnostic: I have a Subaru outback with a bunch of bumper stickers, a bike rack, and a ski rack.
[bike bell is heard, caption: "Sporty Agnostic New York Jew Alpha-Complainer Dyke"]
Power Dyke: I have an Acura RSX with shiny rims and beautiful faux-tiger seat covers. And I can put all my equipment in the back, if you know what I mean.
Sporty Agnostic: Yeah, I know what you mean, but have you ever sat in your bathtub with your DVD player watching boys on the side? [She points to herself.] I don't think so!
Power Dyke: Can't say that I have, but! I am a certified flutist. Look at this embouchure. [Close-up of her mouth.]
Sporty Agnostic: You know, your lips are a little chapped, you could use some chapstick. [Holds out some chapstick.]
Power Dyke: I have the same kind of chapstick! [Brings it out.]
Sporty Agnostic: Do you really? That's so funny! [Both laugh.] I know, but I'm still queerer than you.
Power Dyke: [Withdraws.] Whatever.
Deconstructionist Transman: Can we even talk about queerness? I mean, look around! Who's here and who isn't? This just looks like some transubjectivity to me that doesn't currently reflect the dialog of the queer community.
[Sound of bowling pins being knocked over, caption: "White Deconstructionist Transman who smells books and collects syllabi"]
Sporty Agnostic: [Suspiciously] Are you a women's studies major?
Deconstructionist Transman: Women's studies, gender stu-- whatever. Subvert the dominant paradigm! That's how queer I am.
Sporty Agnostic: How many butchy CDs do you--
Deconstructionist Transman: How many [???] Rush albums do you own? Besides, I'm an ex-[???].
Sporty Agnostic: Yeah, well I'm an ex-white dyke.
Macho-Femme: Oh yeah? Well, I'm an ex-ex-gay.
Sporty Agnostic and Deconstructionist Transman: [Looking at Macho-Femme] ...what?
Macho-Femme: I was gay, and then I quit - and became an ex-gay. But now, I'm an ex-ex-gay.
Sporty Agnostic: Oh, wow. That works.
Group Relations Junkie: Let's try and hold space for each other's multiple identities.
Classic Queer: Multiple identities? More like multiple partners! I hear that femme sexpot you're dating is poly, straight guy, heyyy!
[bell sound, caption: "Classic Queer 2.0". Another bell sound, second caption: "(323) 555-0199"]
Transsexual Activist: Whatever! I'm so queer, I'm beyond identity politics.
Power Dyke: Okay, look. We just need to settle this. Alright, how about a game of chess? You know I can take you down.
Transsexual Activist: What, is that your alpha dyke talking? Yeah, I know you can take me down, but chess isn't even relevant. How about Candyland? Remember the rainbow shortcut?
Power Dyke: That is so lame, I can't believe you just said that.
Transsexual Activist: Okay, I've got it. A DIY craftoff! End of discussion.
[Power Dyke looks like she's about to kill him. Group Relations Junkie breaks in.]
Group Relations Junkie: Now, I hear you both, and I really wanna acknowledge what you're saying, but what is the queerest way that we can settle this?
[They all think, and after a while, exclaim all at once:]
All: A dance-off!
[The scene changes; they're all dancing outside to background music, behaving as "queerly" as possible. This lasts for a couple of minutes, and nothing is said in this section, except for the music, ending in another, longer rendition of "Slut Buffet" as the credits roll:]
(lyrics)
# I got you on the list;
# Not looking for some love, just a fist
# I caught you on the down
# Not hoping to find trust, just good sound
# Lipstick toys made for boys,
# Like little nasty dolls talking smack
# Chicks online, making time
# Cruising like a fag 'round the back
# I'm going for seconds now
# I can't even get turned down
# These bitches are stocked for days
# Neat, sweet, slut buffet
# Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
# Slut buffet
# Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
# ...slut.
[final bell sound, caption: "Everyone Involved In the Making of this film is Queerer Than You!"]
[edited 4th June, 2011 to correct some of the text.]
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