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Let's get one thing straight. I'm not. And yes, my brother is Bill Clinton. But not the Bill Clinton. These two guys are very different. For one, whenever I hear President Bill speak--on gays in the military, healthcare reform--I hear that sound trucks make when they're backing up.
I was born on the cusp of Title IX, at a time when the sports pages claimed only men played sports. When people ask where I got my comedy training, I tell them teaching high school English. I began performing stand-up in 1981, the same year Ronald Reagan began his comedy. I never got used to saying President Ronald Reagan. It was like saying President Merv Griffin. Reagan wasn't so much a president as the host. He was having such a good time playing president and going on vacation that he decided to run again.
I'm out and proud. When I'm out and it's raining I carry an umbrella. I used to be in but I hate the smell of moth balls. My closet was huge, complete with a foyer, turnstile, a few locks, dead bolts, and a burglar alarm that had to be deactivated before I could even touch the door handle. And then there was the storm door. It wasn't until I had lived and slept with a woman for a year that it occurred to me to ask, "Do you think were lesbians?" By the way, never come out to your father in a moving vehicle.
Now I've written a book. It's not as easy as it looks. One night, I was working late on my computer when a little message came up on the screen, "You are almost out of memory." Here are my thoughts and observations on everything from gay marriage (Mad Vow Disease) to my morbid fear of mascots (with the exception of the San Diego Chicken). Thats all I'm going to say because I don't want to spoil it for you. That's a job for Jesse Helms.
I'll leave you with one last anecdote: Once when my Dad was visiting, he sat through an evening of gay politics, gay theory, gay gossip, and toward the end of the discussion, my partner turned to him and asked, "Well, Mr. Clinton, what do you think we as gay people can do to make more bridges to straight people?" My Dad did one of his patented, exquisitely timed pauses and replied, "Keep talking."
"Normally I wouldn't pick up a memoir written by a comic because I think they're generally much funnier doing their routines on stage than they are in print. But on the recommendation of a friend/co-worker, I picked it up and was genuinely impressed at how well Clinton's delivery and humor came through on the page. I liked the headings that she gave to each chapter, my favourite one being 'eduKate.' Her tales of teaching her class Macbeth and trying to get their attention by riding the power mower across the lawn, had me cracking up. I think she could write another book just on her teaching experiences. I so enjoyed the book that I called friends up as I reading to quote them passages. I hope I have the opportunity to catch her in person soon."
- Shani Friedman
From the Publisher
"Kate Clinton cracks me up."
"She's funny, she's smart, she's gay. Read her book."
"Girls with mascara--watch out! Kate will have it running down your cheeks in no time flat. She reminds me of every mouthy Catholic girl I ever knew in high school. You know, the one who got you in trouble for making you laugh during study hall. Thank heaven Kate did get started. She makes the world a funnier place."
"Laugh out loud funny. For those of us who have watched Kate Clinton perform over the years, it's great to finally have her hilarious takes on life, love, and politics between the covers of this riotous book!"
--Caroline Hirsch, Caroline's Comedy Club
"Kate Clinton manages the neat trick of being deliciously sane. Her book is a joy, filled with tasty, politically dangerous thoughts; Kate is the person you want to sit next to in the back row."
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