Margaret is out of town and away from her computer – performing tonight at the “Bring Em Home Now” Concert.
Some of your recent letters:
Sent: Thursday, March 09, 2006 12:25 AM
Subject: More re South Dakota
Check the NEW South Dakota state logo at Feministing…
Sent: Tuesday, March 07, 2006 8:31 AM
Subject: Dear Margaret
I just watched “Assassin” the other day, and you are right on target when you talk about Christians and the overwhelming lack of compassion. I just read an article on Fred Phelps and his “God Hates Fags” propaganda, and I feel like crying.
I don’t know who else to write to about this, I’ve read the articles on your site and I agree with you. What’s more is I am a Catholic Christian straight military member who agrees with you. What you say and what you write seems so obvious, why others don’t see it doesn’t make sense to me.
I could write fan girl stuff for pages about how I understand wanting to be white so I could get good roles when I perform, or even the lighter side when talking about your gay friends, or drag queens. It’s good to know I’m not the only one with that frame of mind.
May your voice never be silenced Margaret. The world needs more famous compassionate people. While you have the masses’ ears say what must be said! In short, you rock sista’!
Thank you for making me realize I am beautiful even when I gain weight.
Sent: Monday, February 27, 2006 12:05 PM
Subject: I’m way behind, i know.
Dearest Fucking Margaret Cho,
You are an incredible, amazing, and brave person, and I can’t believe how long it’s taken me to read one of your books. Of course, I’ve seen you on Sex and the City, caught glimpses on comedy central, but I finally picked up “I have chosen to stay and fight” a few days ago and cannot put it down or stop reading excerpts to my friends. Seriously, everything you say strikes this resounding chord of truth and love deep in my soul. I am a French Canadian university student, and yet I feel we couldn’t be more identical. What an example of the universality of the human condition. I particularly loved the Fuck It Diet. wow. story of my life, so now I am following the fuck it diet. This is new, and it will take a while to erase the guilt from eating “bad” food, but life is just too short, and I am getting over my Crazy Eyes.
Your intense political stance and willingness to shout out amidst the silent support of crazy white male motherfuckers is a complete and utter kick in my pants to remind me that there IS something I can do about all of this shit. and that is to love. you give me words to voice all the messed up feelings of despair, hopelessness, anger and frustration i have with the Bush administration and with our Western society as a whole.
I wish you would come and tour western Canada someday. or else I’ll have to go find you in the Land of the Free!!
Sent: Saturday, February 25, 2006 7:39 PM
Subject: From an “older” but staunch fan….
I just wanted to let you know that you’re one helluva funny lady & have brought hours of laughter into my life. I’m in my middle 50’s, married to the same man for 28 years & have raised 2 children among my many claims to fame, lol. My life is dull at best. However, even though I already knew your comedic work, I discovered your Blog one night over a year ago, while researching my damned plantar’s wart on the internet. I just couldn’t believe how hard you made me laugh at something that had given me so much pain over the years. I became an instant, die-hard fan of your blogs. Your wit, humor, insight, and views on life in general are simply brilliant, as you’re able to pen my thoughts as if reading my mind.
Even when suffering through the pain of helping my son battle heroin addiction, you were able to make me laugh. I cannot thank you enough for just “being there”. I totally agree with you… I’ve never liked my friends because they were perfect, but because they had been to the depths & back, which gave them depth in character. I too, have suffered through many addictions throughout my life, only to emerge realizing that I really didn’t want to die. I just wanted to be noticed, or loved, or cared about, or something. Anything. Anything but being ignored or unseen or unheard or not cared about or just ordinary. I also had a dear friend whom I did community theatre with, that died too young from AIDS. His death nearly took me with him. On my first to trip to New York (eons ago) he took me to my first gay bar where we danced all night till 3 in the morning. It was sheer excruciating pain watching him fade away from my reach, knowing there was no way I could ever repay him for all the fun we’d had together, or all the joy he’d brought into my life while he was here.
At any rate, I don’t want to get off on one of my rants. I just want to let you know you have a kindred spirit out here in the Middle American Abyss. A frumpy housewife who once had dreams of being in Broadway musicals but wound up getting married & having children, as I was expected to do. I hope you don’t mind if I occasionally live vicariously through you. It’s such fun to do so. Keep those thoughts & opinions coming!