A Bit More About Doris

When I heard the news this morning, that Doris Day had died, my first reaction was, ‘Oh, that’s so sad’, and I put up a ‘Bon Voyage’ post.

I knew immediately which song video I wanted to include, because it has been a favourite of mine for decades.

A little while later I was listening to and watching the video again and I burst into tears, the big gut-wrenching sobbing kind of tears, but not, perhaps, for the reasons you might imagine.

When I was growing up, there were no songs about people like me. There were no movies, no TV shows, about people like me. There were books written about people like me, but the characters almost always went insane or died tragic deaths.

As I grew older I learned there was a large part of society, that I believed I was a part of, that wanted me dead too, or securely locked away from them, and at the least, to never be happy, never have a cultural identity, to never live freely, and most importantly never, ever, fall in love. (that part of society never goes away. Sometimes they’re able to butcher us with impunity and sometimes their brutalities are censured, but they never, ever, leave us alone)

Isolated from each other by all aspects of mainstream cultural expressions, we found our voices elsewhere. We started writing and singing and recording our own songs about women loving women. We started writing and publishing our own stories about women loving women. (mostly with happy endings, because we desperately needed to know that is was possible, but occasionally an unhappy ending, because we never fooled ourselves into believing that ‘happily ever after’s’ existed all the time)

And every now and then, there came from the mainstream, moments that called to us out of the relentlessly heterosexual cultural offerings, and we saw our Selves, inside the dialogue and characters of television shows and movies and books, and inside the lyrics of songs. (a secret code, like that ‘certain smile’ we give each other when we pass each other on the street)

Some of those songs became our cultural anthems, to be shouted from the rooftops, with all the anger and rage and passion we could muster. Some we danced to late at light in underground, and illegal, nightclubs, and in our living-rooms, because sometimes that was the only safe place where we could gather. And sometimes we cried them into our pillows, holding on to them for dear life. And sometimes our friends and lovers played then at our funerals. (or at the wakes we held because the ‘blood’ family wouldn’t allow us to attend the funeral)

‘Secret Love’ was one of those songs, of course it was. (pretty much the entire movie was, actually)

-oOo-

A bonus video, because I’ve had a good cry, and it’s time to smile and remember the good times.

This scene happens before ‘Calam’ rides out in her bright-and-shiny buckskins, a’singin’ and a’ridin’ along. You put the two songs together and wadda you got? A secret love that’s no secret anymore.

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21 comments on “A Bit More About Doris

  1. Reminds me of Mary Poppins’!

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  2. acflory says:

    I remember growing up with Doris Day. I loved all her movies but Calamity Jane was always my favourite. I was a bit of an ugly duckling misfit as a kid so Calam felt like me.
    I’m truly glad that she lived such a long, and apparently happy life. -hugs-

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  3. TanGental says:

    such a touching post; mum loved Doris D so we would hear her songs occasionally. Happy memories. Changing subjects there’s a new drama you may have seen about Gentleman Jack that’s about to launch here. It’s the most wonderful story of an extraordinary woman, methinks. But then you may well know that already!

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  4. Sue Vincent says:

    Anyone who challenges the perceived norm will be shunned or revered… and which says more about those on the ‘inside’.. and yet, it is always just those people who change the world.
    I loved Doris day when I was younger, and this film in particular. I wonder if there is anyone of our generation who could not sing most of the score, even now πŸ˜‰

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  5. Thanks for this classic clip from Hollywood’s Golden Age.

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  6. joylennick says:

    I hear the pain….Loved Doris Day’s happy singing; admired her loyalty to animals. RIP. Now I’m much older, I fully…. appreciate that we are ALL WHAT WE ARE. There’ s far too much hypocrisy in the world. Love and light.

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    • Widdershins says:

      Hi there Joy, welcome to my little corner of the interwebz. πŸ˜€ … she had such a cheeky grin too, like we were all in on the punchline of an hilarious joke. πŸ˜€

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  7. So well interpreted, Widders. I spent much of my 14th summer in hospital after an eye injury. That was the year of Que sera sera, still one of my favourites. I was not allowed to read, so I listened to it endlessly on the radio.

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  8. Jay says:

    SUCH a beautiful remembrance xo

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    • Widdershins says:

      Thank’ee kindly … I’ve been doing quite a bit of crying lately. That UN report started the ball rolling and somehow, since then, everything feels … big … almost too big to bear. Not that anything fundamental has changed, it’s just that I feel like my nerve endings are on the outside of my skin rather than on the inside at the moment.

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