A Sober Attempt

[Ed. note: reader response to Ivan Bellman’s Collapsible Giraffe piece was so overwhelming we’ve decided to invite him to contribute on an ongoing basis. Heaven help us. Currently he is traveling around the country as a member of the NEA/TCG CDP. What follows is the first of what we hope will be many missives from the elusive and seemingly dissolute Mr. Bellman. It is represented here, unexpurgated, in its entirety.]

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A Sober Attempt(A Brief Explanation of the NEA/TCG CDP & Grassroots Political Advocacy) by Ivan Bellman

Thanks to all the Botox and ephedrine, I had no trouble running around DC with a bunch of college kids in the summer of 2004, fleecing any rube who didn’t slam the door on my fine tuned pitch. I ranked as the nation’s 7th highest canvasser for the Human Rights Campaign (HOMOS). To you civilians, “canvassing” is the process of going door-to-door or accosting people in the street for money. The only thing that separates you from a homeless person is a t-shirt and a clipboard. I beat out some seventeen-year old girl in Little Rock. Serves her right for messing with Ivan the Terrible. Silly little bitch.

I was looking to get some buttslave gig on the Hill. I thought I was done preaching to the converted by way of directing plays but no such dumb luck. I had applied for the National Endowment for the Arts (NEA)/ Theater Communications Group (TCG) Career Development Program (CDP) for Directors & Designers (DORKS) so many times that I forgotten that I threw my hat into that ring of inequity. Well, someone must have gotten happy early because I am now one of the Directors for the 2004-2006 slot. It’s not a bad gig… seventeen grand over the course of two years distributed in six installments all for the “development” of my “career.”

I saddle up to bar at Off The Record. I am spent from a rough day in Tacoma Park. Tacoma Park is the Berkley of DC making it a veritable cakewalk. My fellow canvassers thought it would be funny if they gave me the part of the Park that was on the other side of tracks, so to speak. Luckily, I made quota because some refrigerator dyke signed up to be a sustainer (canvasser jargon for a “door” who signs up to give monthly.)

Ralph the bartender pours me a Jack™ with a Coke back but I am off the sauce and the coke as well. I tell him that I am cleaning up my act now that I was on a NEA Grant. He says he didn’t know the NEA was still in existence and tries to tempt me with a spot of Black Bush. I tell him she isn’t calling me back either. He then informs me that the mysterious inebriated lady around the way will be most displeased as she is the one buying the drinks…

I glance down to the other end of the bar and I see a most curious thing. “Hey Ralph. Isn’t that Nina Totenberg, the NPR (National Public Radio) lady?” “Yes it is,” he replies in hushed tone, “and she is one foul mood.” I inquire unto the nature of her displeasure and he informs me under no circumstances was I to mention the NEA as MoveOn just redistributed the infamous petition that bore her name.

Nina catches wind of our conversation and calls me a liar. She knew the NEA doesn’t give grants to individual artists. I apologize, telling her she was 100% correct. It was not a “Grant” per se but a “Program” for which the much-embattled NEA had partnered with the illustrious TCG to administer. She then calls me a pussy for not accepting her drink.

“Where’s the pubic hair,” I quip. I knew an Anita Hill reference would go over like fundamentalism to the starved seeing how she won a Peabody for her coverage thereof. Canvassing is a hard habit to break. Before I know it, I am giving her my HRC Gay Marriage Amendment spiel, laying it on thick. Nina then says that it was a red herring and I had just wasted my summer. Karl Rove had orchestrated the whole thing to push the queer envelope thereby rallying the Christian Right.

She was fighting dirty, so I start in on the NEA. We hash through artists from the 90’s and what they stuck where that got them in so much trouble. She is quick to rebuke me when I make the claim that Robert Mapplethorpe was one of the NEA Four. We make the following wager: if I am right she plugs the HRC and myself as King Theater Fag on NPR; if I am wrong I have to go out drinking with her.

Ralph, being a Black Man, a Log Cabin Republican and a Mapplethorpe Fan, became the arbiter. Google was on his celly to confirm that I was dead wrong. While Mapplethorpe was an NEA Grant recipient, and did shove a bullwhip up his ass in black n’ white to much consternation, he was not a member of the Fantastic Four.

The rest was a polluted montage of booze and schmooze. I remember getting into a fight with some Libertarians at The Monocle, Nina holding my hair while I puked in The Caucus Room and then debating Marxist theory with some of the waiters at Bistro Bis. We finished it off with some VSG’s at the Capital Grill and then I think we had a nightcap across the street at the Watergate. (Woman! I am no damn bowflex exercise machine. Gotta get my hands on some Vitamin E.)

Couple of lessons here: 1) If you receive any petition online please do a little research before forwarding it on. B) Don’t quit your day job. And I’m sorry to Betty for the broken taillight. I’ll make it up to you, Baby, I swear.

(All the writing above is pure fiction. None of it is true. Any similarities to the actual Nina Totenberg, Ivan Bellman and Ralph the Bartender are pure bad dumb luck which is the only kind I deal in. xoh~ib)

NEA FOUR:
http://www.thefileroom.org/documents/dyn/DisplayCase.cfm/id/209

BOGUS PETITION:
http://tafkac.org/ulz/xpbs.html

GAY CONS:
http://online.logcabin.org/

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4 Responses to “A Sober Attempt”
  1. Leah says:

    Knowing the author to some extent, I read this post assuming it to be fact (specificity is key, good job). Despite DC being a Democratic “city” overall, having recently traveled there for New Years I have decided that I am happier here for the following reasons: 1. The feeling that no matter where you are, you are being watched. Maybe this is due to the unmarked cameras on most street corners or the man with an ear piece standing outside of where we were staying. Sure, he could have been an elderly tourist and sure it could have just been a hearing aide but the anti-Republican in me of course jumped to the assumption that someone knew our apartment was FILLED with Bush haters from NYC. 2. The inability to get a cab at 4 a.m. on New Years Eve and of course 3. The a-hole sitting on Capital Hill. That being said, I did think Mapplethorpe was part of the Fantastic Four (common misconception I’m sure). Repubs and rightwing buttkissers may exist in New York but at least here, they are easier to avoid – or at least ignore. Great story, Bellman, fact or fiction. Keep it up.

  2. Wanderlust says:

    Knowing a little bit about the writer and a lot about the political situation
    described above, I must take extreme exception to the description of
    Washington, circa; 2004. He is so wrong. I canvased and petitioned for
    the summer that year and thought my work was, if not successful,
    at least worthwhile and better than grousing in Williamsburg like most
    of Ivan Bellman’s friends probably did. Though I didn’t go for a Capitol
    Hill job at summer’s end due to health problems and, I feel, bigotry on
    the part of the “aides” I interviewed with, I felt the experience was on
    the whole very positive.
    To Leah; sweetie, don’t go to a strange southern city for your New Years
    Eve pukefest. Wow, couldn’t get a cab! So fucked up. Come to my town;
    we like easy girls with credit cards,
    All the best to Ivan,
    J

  3. MC Esher says:

    Whether or not Mr. Bellman’s story is true is irrelevant. We all wish we could have such a cockeyed night of political ribaldry. A night with Ivan is like grassroots politics with Sir Francis Drake, storming congress with an eye patch, a scimitar and the polling results for whether unwed mothers in Wisconsin would vote for Swartzenegger if he ran for president in a Snuggles the fabric softener bear costume. The man is attempting to rekindle gonzo journalism before the government declares creative thought a terrorist threat. I will definitely come back to culturebot searching for more crash-and-burn, three-fisted tales from this Aquarian Rasputin.
    By the way, I just spoke to someone who was in Washington on 9-11 and said he saw smoke coming from the White House. Any other eye-witnesses?

    Save the world from itself by expanding its concept of the possiblilities of reality, dammit.

    peace MC Esher

  4. Bush lover says:

    Firstly, I’m a republican. So, lets get that outta the way. The writer, Ivan Bellman, is a communist. No, actually he’s the Nation’s “7th highest ranked canvasser” (and bisexual communist). How do I know this? Because I spent 13 weeks on a fishing vessel in Alaska with him, very close quarters. Adding insult to injury, his given nickname from the crew was “Spanky.” As we know from his ‘pure fiction’ essay, he’s got great wit, creativity, and a mean sense of humor. We republicans have no creativity, we have balls. We live in the world of reality (and martinis). We focus on economic freedom, Tom Delay, God, Tom Delay, God, children, & country – something like that. Basically, we need a hot beef injection of some of that Ivan Bellman!

    Living in DC, I love Ivan’s take on the city. I always wondered what those grassy roots types are up to..? I just realized that when Republicans need a break from all that red, white & blue stuff – we NEED to turn to entertainment, like Ivan Bellman. Ivan makes us feel like we’ve missed out on life. You know, the fun stuff. If I’m not reading Anne Coulter, I’m reading Ivan Bellman!! Rock on. Momo P

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