Magazine OUT interview: ALIEN SEX FRIEND

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John Barrowman has made the adult sci-fi series Torchwood a smash hit in Britain. On the eve of its U.S. arrival he talks marriage, making out with Cher, and emerging gay heroes.

ALIEN SEX FRIEND

John Barrowman is easing into his first coffee of the day and recalling a reporter’s effusive—but loaded—compliments about his colorful Etro shirt. “I knew she wanted me to say it was flamboyant, but I thought, I’m going to make you work for it. Finally she got around to a question about my life. I said, ‘Oh, my God, you said gay! I’m so proud of you. It only took you 20 minutes!’ ” He leans back against the booth and laughs broadly, a hand on his stomach like he’s trying to restrain himself.

“I have no problem talking about it,” he rushes to clarify, as if it’s possible to miss the mischievous gleam in his eyes. “I’m proud of what I’ve done. I’m proud of who I am, and I’m proud to be gay. No qualms.”

Born in Scotland and raised in Illinois, Barrowman conquered London’s West End theaters before seducing television viewers as a sexually insatiable, swashbuckling traveler of space and time in the hugely successful 2005 revival of the cult BBC show Doctor Who. Now the United Kingdom’s biggest triple threat has returned stateside to give us a glimpse of the future: a 21st-century matinee idol who makes it all look easy.

Officially out since an interview in England’s Gay Times magazine in 2004, Barrowman was in truth hardly ever in and has seemed incapable of keeping quiet about his sexuality since. One minute he’s talking with starry eyes about his partner of 15 years, and in the next he rambles about his raunchy fantasies, frequently accompanying himself with a flailing, X-rated pantomime. And he does it all with the same easy elegance he brings to the character that’s made him a household name in the United Kingdom.

Barrowman’s Captain Jack Harkness is a charming cad who hails from a distant tomorrow but has stolen all his moves from the scruffy con men of our cinematic past. Both the character and the actor leave a kind of time-traveling déjà vu in their wake. To talk with Barrowman is to forget for a minute that we don’t all already live in a time and place where macho leading roles are handed out to unrepentantly gay men without a single discussion as to how audiences might respond.

But that’s exactly what happened when the executives in charge of reviving Britain’s family-friendly drama Doctor Who set about casting Jack. “John is a very infectious person and actor,” says Julie Gardner, who along with Queer as Folk creator Russell T. Davies serves as an executive producer for Doctor Who. “He has huge charisma.”


Then, in an effort to expand the Who brand to a more mature, prime-time audience, Davies created Torchwood, a Jack-helmed spin-off that’s more X Files than Star Trek. Jack was given his own team of attractive alien investigators and sent out to save the world—or at least modern-day Cardiff, the bustling capital city of Wales. When not busy shooting at unidentified objects, he revels in his well-advertised “omnisexuality,” which largely involves trying to get into the pants of every man, woman, and creature who crosses his path. [See sidebar.]

Back on Planet Barrowman, it’s normal to be inundated by kids in supermarkets seeking autographs on their Captain Jack action figures. The Royal Air Force even asked him to do a fly-by and pose for in-character photo ops. While such a request of an openly gay actor is unthinkable in the current climate of the U.S. military, the United Kingdom drafted a new code of conduct in 2000 allowing gay men and women to serve openly in its armed services. “That’s why I said I’d do it.” Out comes the wicked grin: “I’d like to think my pilot was gay. How many gay boys want to go in the cockpit? I did that!”

It’s also practically a given that everyone who talks about either Barrowman or Captain Jack eventually uses the word hero. “A cheeky hero,” Gardner says, laughing, “most definitely.”

Barrowman’s family relocated to Illinois when he was 8, right about the time he began to notice he was far more interested in boys than girls. In his new Midwestern life, Barrowman says, “If you were queer, there was something wrong with you.” But he has little interest in dwelling on an angst-ridden coming-of-age story. “I had no angst, no anxiety,” he insists.

“I think he had a harder time than I probably knew about,” says his older sister, Carole Barrowman, recounting a story of John being bullied that she hadn’t heard until she helped write his autobiography, due out in 2008.

“I played flute, do you know?” he points out dryly, his American accent peppered with British slang. “I was in choir. I wanted to be a cheerleader—I liked those tight pants, and you would get to go to competitions where there were other boys who were probably like me. But I never pushed that. I could have ostracized myself, but I loved the social aspect. I did make-out sessions with girls while in my head I was going, What am I doing?”

His male friends helped in their own way. “We’d be watching dirty movies, the other boys at one end of the sofa and me at the other, and everyone’s giving it—” He mimes jerking himself off. “And I’m having a little look.” He also nursed a serious crush on a close friend but never made a move. “I thought by just being gay you would get AIDS.” He shakes his head angrily. “Stupid fucks—not us, them [for not teaching us about it].”

“And, OK,” he admits, “people called me a fag, but I ignored it.”

Escape came in the dubious form of a singing gig at Opryland USA, a now-defunct Nashville theme park, where he finally met other gay men. “I had my first kiss, and that was lovely,” he remembers. “But I didn’t do anything really full-on until I was in my 20s.”

When he finally came out to his parents, he presented them with two options, he says: “ ‘One is that you turn your back on me, and I walk out this door. Or two, my life is going to be a journey, and I’m going to do, I hope, great things. And I want you to be a part of it.’ ”
“They actually said, ‘We are a bit appalled that you would think we would turn our back on you.’ And my dad said, ‘I don’t understand a lot of it yet, but I will.’ And they have.”

Behind every hero is a great man. According to Barrowman, Scott Gill, 44, has “a body like an Armani model and a cock like a donkey,” a description that can’t be news to Gill but might make the shy British architect uncomfortable. He prefers to stay out of the spotlight—so much so, in fact, that despite Barrowman’s fame in the United Kingdom, this is the first interview he’s ever given.

Across 5,000-odd miles and two weeks, Barrowman and Gill each tell me their love story, and like two guilty men in an interrogation, their fairy-tale versions match up almost perfectly.

“In 1993, I was doing my first straight play,” Barrowman says, and winks. “You know, no singing or dancing.” The play was Rope (the same adapted for film by Alfred Hitchcock), and a mutual friend dragged Gill to a performance.

“The lights went up and there’s John and two other guys naked,” Gill says. Barrowman was nude for seven minutes, and Gill recalls his stage presence, without a shred of irony, as being “like a lighthouse on a dark night.” He remembers thinking, “That’s the guy I’d like to have a relationship with.”

Their friend brought Gill backstage, where Barrowman was still getting changed. “I was pulling my pants up,” Barrowman says, “but then again, he’d already seen it all. When I turned around and saw him, that was it. I just knew as soon as I looked at him: That’s the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.”

The rest of their lives had to wait a while. Barrowman had dinner plans (with Sarah Brightman), and both men were somehow too nervous to call for a proper date. Gill says every time he caught Barrowman’s new TV show, a series called Live & Kicking, he’d think, “Shit, that means the guy’s really out of my league now.” Months later, Barrowman was test-driving a new Jaguar in London’s Soho neighborhood and saw Gill on the street. This time he stopped to say hello. Gill wanted to know if the wheels were a gift from a sugar daddy; Barrowman wanted Gill to come see him in Sunset Boulevard that night.

They went out after, “to dinner with Cher,” Gill says. “That was our first date. There were all these paparazzi taking pictures of him kissing Cher. But he went back to my place.”

They promptly kicked their respective boyfriends to the curb and moved in together, completely opposite personalities be damned. “I’m like a pressure cooker that’s always going,” Barrowman says, “and Scott is so laid-back.” Gill is the self-described “hand on John’s shoulder,” pulling him back from an excessive shopping spree, reminding him to eat, and looking after him when Barrowman’s crashed out from a string of back-to-back shooting days and social commitments.

As he reads this, Gill may wish he had been in Los Angeles for Barrowman’s description of his darkest fantasy, divulged with little prompting by this interviewer: “I have a fetish for leather that I’ve never lived out. I would like to be blindfolded and guided in a room, with everyone else in chaps, in harnesses and slings, and just—” He leans forward to intimate, “I’m a control freak. So I’d be taken out of my control zone.”

He says he’s never tried—“if anybody out there would like to arrange it, give me a ring”—and that if he asked, he thinks Gill would be willing. “But sometimes fantasies should remain fantasies. We are kind of conservative in that way.”

Not like Republican-conservative, he says suddenly, noting that their relationship rules are fairly forgiving. “It’s a decision of whether you let the little humps and bumps destroy everything,” he says. “You may have a little wank somewhere, but it’s not a relationship killer.”
Last December they celebrated 15 years together with a civil partnership ceremony in Cardiff, which was attended by friends and family and stalked by tabloid photographers. They were on the evening news, and their wedding portraits made the cover of the U.K. magazine OK!

Gill was less than thrilled about all the attention. “But I enjoy the fact that John loves it so much,” he says. “That makes it easier to tolerate. It’s not my kind of thing at all. He does have an amazing energy, though. He comes off a stage and I fall in love with him all over again.”

If there’s a villain in this story, it’s the low expectations TV executives have for their audiences, especially in the United States. Gill describes Barrowman’s struggle to break through on American TV as a series of “false starts,” but it’s the polite phrasing of a sympathetic spouse.

His most notable American film role is beautifully played—a young actor who sings for and then seduces Kevin Kline’s Cole Porter in De-Lovely—but hardly a major part, or a major stretch.
When Barrowman auditioned for Will & Grace, producers said he was “too straight” to be believable. But given the way Eric McCormack’s heterosexuality provided an easy comfort zone—especially in the wake of Ellen’s cancellation—it’s not unimaginable that NBC was happy to dodge a double whammy of gay press.

When cast on CBS’s short-lived Central Park West, Barrowman was told by the studio not to discuss his sexuality, even though show creator Darren Star is openly gay. Did he follow orders? “No,” Barrowman says, shortly. “And you know, maybe it was detrimental to me, but I didn’t care. Once you’ve been put in a position of either the limelight or authority, and you are an honest and truthful human being, you are political.”

Even in the United Kingdom, “John had an agent before who was very unhappy about my ever appearing with him,” Gill says. Since he signed with Gavin Barker, an openly gay manager—with whom Barrowman agreed he should casually mention Gill during the aforementioned Gay Times interview—his career has soared.

Maybe the combination of Barrowman’s naughty wit and Captain Jack’s shoot-’em-up sex appeal will be too much for America to resist. Already committed as a host or ice dancer or special guest star to a wildly varied array of British television shows, in addition to Torchwood and a multi-episode arc on the new season of Doctor Who, Barrowman had to turn down a U.S. feature film and the role of Rob Lowe’s gay brother on ABC’s Brothers & Sisters.

After all, a hero’s journey isn’t supposed to be easy—and for Barrowman, it was growing up gay that taught him exactly the kind of brave behavior Captain Jack embodies. “It makes us more compassionate,” he says. “It’s made us grow into stronger people. We are, yeah—” He pauses and then nods emphatically. “We are heroes. And I love that.”

Exclusive: Extra action from John Barrowman

Yup, that's the same John Barrowman I've been yammering on about for the last year, coming soon to a newsstand or mailbox near you -- just in time for you to catch his debut on BBC America when his hit show, Torchwood, starts airing on Saturday.

Somehow I got assigned to do the interview and profile, and over the next week I'll be posting outtakes exclusively to Popnography. Anyone who's followed my links to Barrowman's British TV interviews should be unsurprised how open the man is about not only being gay but sex in general -- and I promise I've got some material that puts his pull-quote leather fantasies to shame.

He's also still sweetly, almost sappily in love with his partner of more than 15 years, Scott Gill, who stepped into the spotlight long enough to grant me his first interview -- and then spent the whole time talking about how much John still sweeps him off his feet. It was so ridiculously adorable I almost went into sugar shock. (Here's Scott making a rare appearance at London Pride -- and making out with John a bit.)

But like most magazine articles, there's only so much space for the final cut. For this first installment of extra action that didn't make the cut, please appreciate just how easy it was to get him gabbing about which actors he's kissed -- or would like to...

Which of the guys you've kissed on screen or on stage was the best kisser?
John Barrowman: Alexis Denisof is a very good kisser. Also a very good kisser at the moment is James Marsters. But -- I shouldn't have revealed that to you. Can I give you another? [Ed. note: The loose-lipped Marsters, who will appear on the second season of Torchwood, recently told fans that Barrowman was a better kisser than Sarah Michelle Gellar.] I did A Few Good Men [in London theater] with Rob Lowe. I didn't kiss him but I would have liked to. He knows I'd like to kiss him.

Would you rather get to make out with Rob Lowe or be on a show with him?
Both!

But if you'd been available to appear on Brothers & Sisters, you'd have been playing his brother!
It'd be a good storyline!

Matthew Rhys told me that American boys kiss better than British boys. Do you think that's true?
No, I'd have to beg to differ. British boys are pretty good kissers.

You have to say that! Your partner, Scott, is British, isn't he?
Yes, he is, and he's a pretty good kisser. And I'm British by birth! I've kind of got a mixture of both. American boys are good, but I think British boys are a little more passionate. People think the British are repressed, but they're really not. In my younger years in New York City, [American boys were] like, "What can you do for me?" What can I do for you? I don't want to give you a career. I just want to do you!

What's your favorite American TV show?
I do watch Desperate Housewives. I do watch Lost. I love Entourage. I'm getting ready to start watching Prison Break [on DVD]. Oh, if I could have a threesome -- the guy from Prison Break. Hello.

Who's your favorite guy on Lost?
Sawyer. He's a rough boy. I like Jack, but...Sawyer. I would just -- devour him. I'm happy to have to put up a fight.

Popnography: The John & Scott Show

Yesterday John Barrowman got a little naughty in the October cover story and outtakes. Today I'm going to do my best to kill you with kindness.

From the article:

Behind every hero is a great man. According to Barrowman, Scott Gill, 44, has "a body like an Armani model and a cock like a donkey," a description that can't be news to Gill but might make the shy British architect uncomfortable. He prefers to stay out of the spotlight -- so much so, in fact, that despite Barrowman's fame in the United Kingdom, this is the first interview he's ever given.

Across 5,000-odd miles and two weeks, Barrowman and Gill each tell me their love story, and like two guilty men in an interrogation, their fairy-tale versions match up almost perfectly.

"In 1993, I was doing my first straight play," Barrowman says, and winks. "You know, no singing or dancing." The play was Rope (the same adapted for film by Alfred Hitchcock), and a mutual friend dragged Gill to a performance.

"The lights went up and there's John and two other guys naked," Gill says. Barrowman was nude for seven minutes, and Gill recalls his stage presence, without a shred of irony, as being "like a lighthouse on a dark night." He remembers thinking, "That's the guy I'd like to have a relationship with."

Their friend brought Gill backstage, where Barrowman was still getting changed. "I was pulling my pants up," Barrowman says, "but then again, he'd already seen it all. When I turned around and saw him, that was it. I just knew as soon as I looked at him: That's the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with."

And from the files:

Out: When you were growing up, did you think of yourself as someone who would have a relationship that lasted so long?
Barrowman: Well, I have great parents. They've been married for 54 years, and they've had a great relationship. I would like the house with the big fence around it -- or the gate that opens and a wall around it. We're looking for a country house in South Wales, with a good bit of land, so when we have friends over and parties and stuff, no one is complaining. It's my world, my business. Maybe with a sea view -- and Scott would help design it.

Out: Where will you and John be in 10 years?
Scott Gill: I'd like to see us a bit more financially secure. And hopefully we'll have finished decorating our bathroom. We live in a very lovely house in London, but it's got this kind of heart of darkness in it -- the bathroom in our master bedroom. We had an argument [when moving in] over what kind of tiles to have, and in the end I said, "I can't just live without a bathroom!" So I went to get this blue plastic sheet, which I nailed to the wall so we can use the shower. Ten years on it's still there! When friends come round they can't believe that we live like that. It's become a standing joke. The rest of the house is all finished. We still disagree whenever we try to sit down and sort it out! He says, "I hate this bloody bathroom," and then we always have a row about it.

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