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SAVE YOURSELF

Meet The Author: Cameron Esposito

Cameron Esposito is a Los Angeles-based comic, actor, and writer. Cameron’s career has spanned everything from big-budget films to Sundance indies to animation. She costarred in and cocreated the much-lauded Take My Wife, now on Starz, has written for the New York Times, and has appeared as herself on TV, podcasts, and web series alike. Cameron hosts a popular interview podcast, Queery with Cameron Esposito, and her recent hit comedy special, Rape Jokes, raised almost $100,000 for rape crisis intervention.

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What's Inside

INTRODUCTION

Growing up in the 1980s and ’90s in suburban Chicago, I didn’t know gay people were real. I thought gay people and leprechauns were mythical creatures for parades with hats and buckles, and some of that’s true.

I do own several buckles.

Before The L Word was pitched, when Lena Waithe and Kate McKinnon were kids, lesbians existed but I couldn’t see ’em. Or hear ’em. Or look ’em up because THERE WAS NO INTERNET. Ellen had a scripted show on the air and I wasn’t allowed to watch it.

Mx. DeGeneres hadn’t yet voiced a fish, created a talk show suitable for any doctor’s office, or even publicly come out, but my very Catholic parents sensed the cut of her Birkenstock and your grandpa Cameron wasn’t allowed to watch her show.

At twenty, when I realized I was gay, I imagined I’d spend my adulthood alone, a friendless lesbian match girl at society’s window pleading to be let in, and my eternity in hell, barbecuing alongside monsters who killed people or ate people or ate people they killed.

Then I fell in love, found comedy, and met some people who weren’t Catholic, or weren’t as Catholic as me. Slowly, over years, I worked to accept myself as perfectly fucking normal and okay.

Now, because of my job, I often present only that part of me to the world. But there are other parts.

There’s this scene in the 1972 film version of Cabaret where Liza Minnelli’s character, Sally Bowles, is backstage, about to walk out and perform at the Kit Kat Klub. It’s 1931. It’s Berlin. And things are about to be awful. Also, Sally’s just had an abortion, which is messing with her bod, and she’s emotionally raw because she’s kinda going through two breakups at once, and THEN THERE’S THE FUCKING NAZIS TO THINK ABOUT. Anyway, Cabaret is a very good movie.

The scene I’m talking about is maybe two seconds long. I first watched it with my Big Deal Ex*—you know, the one who was my first real adult I’m‑in‑my‑midtwenties partner who I thought I’d maybe marry even though same-sex marriage was then illegal? My Big Deal Ex was a modern dancer, obviously, like my older sister, and showed me Cabaret because the dang movie is directed by Bob Fosse and when you spend a lot of time around dancers you learn that apparently it is possible to “tuck your tailbone” and that I should, in fact, “tuck my tailbone,” and you also learn about Fosse and Tharp and Ailey and Baryshnikov (before Carrie Bradshaw).

Here’s the scene:

It starts out dark. The curtains are closed. Sally is alone, head down, looking nowhere at nothing, and it’s just her vulnerable, real, suffering self. Then the curtains open, light floods over her, and in the time it takes her to raise her head, her face—her whole being—is transformed: With a wide red grin and confident shoulders she walks out onstage. And when she does, she stops time. She owns herself and you and you’ve agreed to be owned and you’re happy about it.

And that’s what it feels like every time I do stand‑up. Each time I step onstage, I leave my small, worried self behind and become a version of me that is power and projection. Onstage I’m your daddy. Backstage I’m upset and critical. So maybe your father?

Here’s just one example: It’s September 3, 2013. I’m performing on The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. It’s my first time on network television. The curtain opens and I walk out onstage and, honestly, crush, Sally-​style. Craig and Jay Leno, the other guest that night, interrupt my set and call me over to the couch (the biggest compliment a stand‑up comic can get) and I sit between them, my feet not touching the ground even though I’m sitting in a fairly low chair because I’m the size of a Tamagotchi. My then-​partner is in the greenroom, watching the taping beside the show’s producers, and the room erupts with cheers when I’m invited to the couch. My parents watch the broadcast and I give ’em a shout-​out. It’s one year to the day since I moved to Los Angeles, and my hope is that this TV appearance will put them at ease. That they’ll scream, “She made it!” at one another before collapsing into each other’s arms, exhausted.

Because there was a long time when they—and I— thought I wouldn’t make it. Not as a comic, but as a human. As a queer gay lesbian human being, which I am.

People frequently come up to me after shows and tell me I am the first out gay person they’ve met. This still happens. Today, the day you are reading this, this happened. I’m sure of it. Some are straight and I’ve “changed their mind about queer folks.” Some are queer folks raised with a few more queer characters on TV but still isolated in the real world, who see, in me, an example of a possible future they might have, with a career and an extensive collection of button-​downs. I’m proud of that, but it feels a little like only watching that one scene in Cabaret, and I’d like to tell the whole fucking queer‑as‑hell story.

This is a book about the small, worried guy left backstage. It isn’t a sidebar to a straight person’s rebirth—I don’t give a makeover or plan a wedding or get a couple back together. It’s not a tragedy. I don’t die at the end of this book, having finally decided to kiss the girl. It’s honest and bumpy and scared and sexy and real.

It’s the dyke’s tale my younger self needed to read.

And I hope you enjoy it.

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*Cammy’s Note: It would seem that as this book publishes, I will have an even Bigger Deal Ex. It’s an excruciatingly painful loss that I chose not to write about in this book except here where I’ll say: GODDAMNIT.

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Reader Reviews

Praise

"Save Yourself details [Esposito's] funny, cringeworthy, and insight recollections, from joining the circus to become a better comedian, to coming out at a Catholic college and having period sex in Rome."—Xtra
"This book offers a balm for anyone who has grown up gender atypical and for those who sometimes feel as though they haven't grown up at all."—Oprah Magazine
"Esposito is wildly funny and is particularly adept at finding humor in tough moments. . . This entertaining and candid memoir of finding one's identity will resonate with readers doing the same."—Publishers Weekly
"Cameron's humor is hope. Her quick wit is both a balm and a guide for anyone who has ever stepped out blithely into a world of doers trying to force themselves closed upon us. This book is about survival and love and laughter. I loved it."—Jacqueline Woodson, #1 New York Times bestselling author and actual literary genius
"Cameron is as hilarious and honest in these pages as she is on the stage. Because our stories are so similar, her hard-won wisdom and brilliant humor have helped me heal. Save Yourself is a gift that will help every person who reads it become braver, bolder, and more comfortable in their own perfect skin."— Abby Wambach, author of #1 New York Times bestseller Wolfpack and Olympic soccer star who Cameron believes she's the same size as
"If you haven't seen Cameron Esposito perform comedy, you should be sad, because she's so so so funny, so full of insight, courage, and just plain VERVE. Luckily she invented the written word (or would have if someone hadn't already--she's just that unstoppable) and now you can carry her voice and story and full-throated insistence on living in truth right along with you, every day. And now you can be happy. Finally."—John Hodgman, author of New York Times bestseller Vacationland, plus a very funny man
"It can't be understated how necessary a book like Save Yourself is. . . I think everyone would benefit from reading this book, but most of all I hope Save Yourself finds its way into the hands of every queer person longing for stories like their own."—Tegan Quin, musician, inventor of most lesbian haircuts, and coauthor of High School
"Cameron Esposito is just as fierce and funny and frank on the page as she is out loud. And she's only begun to tell her story."—Paul F. Tompkins, comedian and fairly elected president of podcasting
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Save Yourself

Save Yourself

An aspiring priest, closeted lesbian, and future stand-up comedian walks into a bar…

It’s Cameron Esposito and she-weighed down by Catholic guilt-immediately topples over. But like any scrappy protagonist with all the odds (and the Pope) stacked against them, she’s able to pick herself up.

Now she would like to tell the whole queer as hell story. Her story. Not the sidebar to a straight person’s rebirth-she doesn’t give a makeover or plan a wedding or get a couple back together. This isn’t a queer tragedy. She doesn’t die at the end of this book, having finally decided to kiss the girl. It’s the sexy, honest, bumpy, and triumphant dyke’s tale her younger, wasn’t-allowed-to-watch-Ellen self needed to read. Because there was a long time when she thought she wouldn’t make it. Not as a comic, but as a human.

SAVE YOURSELF is full of funny and insightful recollections about everything from coming out (at a Catholic college where sexual orientation wasn’t in the nondiscrimination policy) to how joining the circus can help you become a better comic (so much nudity) to accepting yourself for who you are-even if you’re, say, a bowl cut-sporting, bespectacled, gender-nonconforming child with an eye patch (which Cameron was). Packed with heart, humor, and cringeworthy stories anyone who has gone through puberty, fallen in love, started a career, or had period sex in Rome can relate to, Cameron’s memoir is for that timid, fenced-in kid in all of us-and the fearless stand-up yearning to break free.
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Genre: Nonfiction / Biography & Autobiography / Lgbt

On Sale: March 24th 2020

Price: $24.98 / $30.98 (CAD)

Page Count: 256

ISBN-13: 9781478905479