Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Romeo's Ass

A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I were walking home from an early dinner on The Drive and we noticed that a dvd rental store was going out of business. A sign outside the shop said, "All DVD'S $3.00". We went in, and I told the man I didn't have my glasses; I did, but I didn't want to rummage through the shelves. He was very helpful finding the dvds as I was trying to remember  all those movies I'd love to watch over again and again. We got "Alien" (husband's favorite) and I started with "The Thomas Crown Affair" (Steve McQueen/Faye Dunaway classic), then I mentioned "Master And Commander" ( I just love that movie), and then "Grey Gardens" (the movie version), then "Crying Game" and "Beautiful Thing". Finally, I shouted at the man as he way on the other side of the store "Zeffirelli's Romeo and Juliet".



I have so many memories about the movie Romeo and Juliet. In 1968, I was a sophomore in college. I was dating an Episcopal priest. Well, dating might be a stretch. We were using each others bodies for sex on a regular basis. He was using mine because I was 18-ish, and I was using his because he was the second male I had ever had sex with and I didn't know any gay people or even where or what a gay bar was.  There was no emotional connection, just sex. He was 31 or 32 and kind of attractive. He was  slim, polished and could  charm the hind leg off a mule . He also played the violin . I sang in the church choir and would stay with him overnight on Thursdays as that was  choir rehearsal night  and usually Saturdays as well. He once suggested we rent a cottage together, but the more I got to know him, I knew it was all about convenience for him  and I would end up being a dog sitter. So...,no. In his own way, he  was  much like Father Ralph from The Thornbirds. He was very ambitious about the business side of the church and most importantly about his self advancement of 'priestdom'. What he really wanted was  a crown.



The priest called me at school one evening and asked  if I wanted  to go with him to see a Shakespeare movie that had just come out. I said alright and he told me he wanted to go on this coming Friday night. That was rather odd because we usually hooked up on Thursdays and Saturdays. We met up at his place and then drove together to the theater. When we arrived, practically every gay priest (or so it seemed) from the western diocese of North Carolina was there to see a nude scene of Romeo of which I was clueless. When the infamous scene began ,  the theater got dead silent . It was like watching porn in a legitimate  movie theater. You couldn't believe your eyes! Those perfect buns lying on the bed for the entire world to see. It was both breathtaking and shocking at the same time. Especially for that era and in North Carolina.  Needless to say, I gained a new fondness for Shakespeare. And as a plus,  sex with the priest that night was  particularly memorable.

As for the priest; In the years to follow,  theocratic politics and his private past plagued the priest and he never advanced his position.


But more importantly, I wonder what Romeo's ass looks like today?



Or do I really?





Thursday, February 9, 2017

Sometimes.....

                                                                                                                                                                                        

I love this video for many reasons. Although I was in my early-twenties when this song/video came out, it still takes me back to a time of innocence and simple purity. Almost like a soft white light. Also, I love watching the video because my best friend in high school is playing electronic keyboard. He is the one with black hair and black sweater. He went to Julliard and then to McGill in Canada for graduate work (and to dodge the draft). This is where the video connection came to be. We stayed in touch for a couple of years while in college but I just couldn't do the drug thing. Maybe I should have, as he is  teaching music at a feeder school to Julliard in NYC. He detached himself from his family and they never heard from him again. That is another long story.



Since my last posting I took a trip. Jet Blue just started a non stop from Ft. Lauderdale to New Orleans. So I went to visit an old friend that I hadn't seen for 27 years. With all there is to do in New Orleans, all we did was sit and talk.  And we did it non stop like my flight! Yak, yak, yak!! This trip was also an attempt to blow the political stench away.and just get away from all of it.



Also, since my last posting I've stayed away from blogs. I've lurked a little and maybe commented three or four times with short little one liners. But back in December, in a 'huff', I made a comment on a blog that I regretted writing and still regret to this day. Please accept my apology MJ. I will remain in the oubliette.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

Who's Your Daddy?





Klaus Nomi made a huge splash in the world of performance art in the 1970's, that is still felt today. He influenced the likes of Jean Paul Gaultier and his 2003 collection dedicated to Mr Nomi. Then today there is Lady Ga Ga with her stage persona.















I love seeing and hearing new singers and performances of Mozart's The  Magic Flute. The two Queen Of The Night arias are a personal favorite. This version's make-up and hair smacks of influence (or is it theft) from Mr. Nomi. I did a double take and had  deja vu. Non the less, a beautifully staged and sung performance. I  met my husband at this opera  30 years ago.






Thursday, December 1, 2016

Lost In Space



My husband and I went to the movies over the Thanksgiving holiday. I wanted to see a gay themed movie called "Moonlight" that has been getting rave revues. It's about a black man coming of age (out) .  I also watched a movie on the computer  from the gay section of Netflix called "Front Cover". It was also a good show.

I do not live under a rock, or in a cave, but, I came out of both of those movies needing an urban dictionary. As far as "Moonlight", I couldn't believe I live around and in the African American culture and be so out of it. I felt very sad there were things said I did not understand. Then "Front Cover" and I don't understand gay slang? WTF!!! I live in a gay city.

Terms to Google:

1. runnin' trap. or checkin' trap
2. Potato Queen

Believe it or not I heard #1 on Conan last nite and was pissed off HE knew what it was.

Another reason lunch out! Or find a new black friend.


Wednesday, November 23, 2016

The Cost Of Equality



I have finally started to go out with less fear and looking back over my shoulder. I am still seriously  thinking about joining Pink Pistols. The minister from the gay church is the leader of the Ft Lauderdale chapter of the gun club. I drag my foot because of the violence element but if I'm on the receiving end, that is a different story.  I still only shop and eat in gay owned businesses. That is a lie, I've been to Pets Mart for 'Phil stuff'.

Being a card carrying Democrat, I've given money for the cause. But, I've also given to the ACLU, Lambda Legal, and a local group called Save. Oh, I forgot the donations to the no kill animal shelter . The only problem from the givin', is the gettin' - -  email. Oh well, it's only a push of a button to junk mail.

It has been gorgeous here. I've gone for drives with no purpose or destination with the top down just to let the warm drenching sun cover my face and shoulders. I've also  binge watched 'The Crown' on Netflix. It was really good and am looking forward to the next series . I've also joined a gay netflix type  movie site. It's called Dekkoo.com. All different kinds of gay movies. That will keep me busy this winter.

Tomorrow which is Thanksgiving, we are going to a seafood restaurant on the ocean and take a walk out on the pier . Perhaps we will go watch the  movie Nocturnal Animals (at the gay cinema). It appears to be a thriller , suspense type movie that my husband will love.


Friday, November 11, 2016

Final Thought

I am old. I have fought many battles. Won some, lost many.  For me, my  life unfolded into blissful glee with a devoted husband and owning my own business. Both of which when in my twenties I never thought to obtain. So I savor the love and successes.

But those LGBT people born when I had gained visibility and somewhat respectability that I had to fight to achieve, only knew that as a base from which to build for the fight for equality. So I stood and fought some more. We made sizable leaps and bounds with the help and speed of social media. It was so very fast. So fast that the Democratic primary candidates of the 2008 election came to be interviewed on the LGBT TV station 'Logo'.  And, I will always tear up when I remember that a presidential candidate for the most powerful country in the world would come to a gay bar in MY gay community for MY gay vote. It will be with me for the rest of my life.

I do not worry about myself or my marital status, I think mainly about the parents and children of same sex families and their lives during the brutal adolescence years and their futures. I am concerned for the Lesbian, Gay and Transgendered military members and in other government offices of the US, and that includes  Ambassadors. The LGBT homeless youths rejected by their parents in the name of some god. LGBT elders who suffer from being alone and frightened to be themselves in nursing homes. All who's lives will be altered more by this coming presidency. To be stripped and degraded one law at a time , one state at a time , much like the way African slavery was legalized  in this country .

This presidency will not only affect ALL minorities and non caucasian people of the US, but around the globe. As someone once said,"When America sneezes, the world catches a cold". Be warned.
I am going to follow Jim Obergefell's suggestion and start by contributing to the ACLU, and then to my other  local gay rights organizations in Florida that I have supported and done some volunteer work for. We will get back what we put in. We must continue to fight for the quality of life of those who follow us in future generations. Help make it a better place for those of the next generation of LGBT people. 
Finally,  as LGBT people, WE are perfect and beautiful as my very first post's video points out.

el fin

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

Wicked Manors 2016


A few photos (mild) and a couple of 15 second videos from 'The Drive' last night. I slept in this morning and was a little sore dancing at all three venues. I tried to make my butt move like that Cuban kid at the Latin venue, but at my age I can't bend over, spread my legs and shake my butt at the same time without falling over. Maybe next year!



















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