That night, Grace Jones sang “I Need a Man” just like a man might—tough and lusty, she was a woman who was not just singing to them, but also for them, as them. She was as queer as a rel­a­tive­ly straight per­son could get. Her image cel­e­brat­ed black­ness and sub­vert­ed gen­der norms; she pre­sent­ed some­thing we had nev­er seen before in pop performance—a woman who was lithe, sexy, and hyper­fem­i­nine while also exud­ing a rib­ald, butch swag­ger. In ’79, Ebony got her je né sais quoi exact­ly right: “Grace Jones is a ques­tion mark fol­lowed by an excla­ma­tion point.”