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Autumn 4th Quarter Journal 2006 October-December

 

OCTOBER

1 October 2006 Sunday

Today is the first day of October the Gayest month of all, perhaps because its a twilight month neither light nor dark. It is Gay History Month, AIDS Awareness Week, National Coming Out Day, and the Gayest of all holidays-Halloween! On the last day of September I sent Billy Bikowski a belated birthday card. He's been on my mind so much lately. I was able to Google an address for him in SLC and although he's not in the phonebook I am pretty confident that the card will reach him at this address. I just wrote that I hope he had a nice birthday and I was thinking about him.      Mike and I drove up Big Cottonwood Canyon to see the fall foliage. Everyone must have had the same idea because the road was pack and it was a gorgeous day to be out. The leaves were brilliant more colorful then I remember in years with all the vibrant warm color hues contrasted against the dark green lofty pines. It was a good communion with nature even in an automobile. My days of hiking with the lambda Hiking club is long gone. In the evening I went to Todd Bennett and Ron Hunt's Bear Hug Party and I was glad I did. I brought along my Faerie skirt which I haven't worn in years. While most every one was sky clad I twirled around ala Monroe in my skirt that had bells that jingled.  Faerie first- Bear second.  Todd has lost nearly 120 pounds due to a weight lost operation and he is really looking good and he says he has so much more energy. I saw "Popcorn" (Robert Olsen) at the Bear Hug whom I haven't seen in years. I was just talking about him a while ago at Affirmation to either Willy Marshall or Craig Hunter. Can't remember who now.  I met a handsome 31 year old daddy lover named Jim who I gave a body massage to and he was very responsive if you get my meaning.  All in all it was a sweet time and Todd and I were reminiscing about the Faeries and how his mullet was singed by a candle so we named him Flaming Hair for a while.   I didn't get home until nearly midnight. It felt good to reconnect with old friends and make new ones.

 

2 October 2006 Monday

I just read Jere Keye's rant on David Nelson and QSL over gun rights versus gun control. Most people, even David N, knows my opinion about it. I don't have a gun in my house but if David or other Gays feel a need for that type of protection I say groovy. The way Korporate Amerika is heading I am thinking a cute little pearl handle derringer might come in handy.  However my personal belief is that those who live by the sword will die by the sword. My deity says to love my enemies not shoot them no matter the great satisfaction that might be derived from it. I posted a comment to Jere's blog but being the computer techo-illiterate, who once thought white out was the greatest invention of all time, I don’t know if it came with my name attached. I certainly wouldn't want to be included in the "anonymous hate mail" category he's expecting. I have never been trained and raised to be a passive aggressive Mormon and my Texan heritage and Southern California upbringing has taught me to be pretty forthright which is why I seem to always be pissing off native Utahns. So here's my take on Jere's disparaging words.

·         "I take umbrage with calling David N a bully and nothing more than a publicity machine. I've known David for 20 years and for most of that time we have taken adversarial positions. However David is not a bully and simply a publicity machine. He, like you , believes its important to get his point of view out into the public. David is a single issue guy- "Gay Rights" and if he goes about this differently then you or I, so be it. Your childish name calling will not erase David's contributions to building a strong Gay presence in SLC long before resume builders flocked to the scene to disappear. SLC is behind the enemy line and to me David N will always be a hero if even a pain in the ass most of the time. And since when was a pain in the ass such a bad thing?"

I heard from Todd B that he is thinking about seeking a position on the board of Trustees of the Center and that they are considering moving to a larger facility perhaps partnered with UAF. That sure would be making a complete circle since the old USC and UAF first shared the same facility on 9th East back in 1991. (NOT 1992) . Those who have been around and stuck around to fight the good fight know that.  Not everyone from that generation is dead so sorry to the revisionists who think everything started when they say it started. I brought my ladder over to Chad K and Mark T's place yesterday. Chad is wanting to hang his Christmas lights all ready! We had a good visit and said I am going to squeeze their balls until they turn purple if they don't start blogging more. Chad said Oh baby..so I guess that wasn't  much of threat. I then said you owe it to your sense of Gay Civic Duty to be posting. I do believe that blogging can revive the lost art of letter writing. When I was young up until my early 30's I wrote weekly letters to my grandparents, cousins, family and friends then the phone replaced these forms of communication for me.  Emails are worthless because of all the short hand typing- it makes for sloppy short hand thinking and composing. I love it when my friends post just their every day domestic lives. Why? Because I love them and I want to hear from them.  So I want every one on my friend list to sit down today and write me a letter.  It will make my day and perhaps even yours!

 

3 October 2006-4 October 2006

No Entries

 

5 October 2006 Thursday

Are you as sick of closet case Republicans as I am? They join the party of the oppressor, embrace the snake and then act shocked when they are bit!  But it sure didn't prevent them from partaking of what the country club set had to offer while it lasted.  "I'm only Gay if I get caught!" Then blame it on some old religious soddy sot.  GOP Gay Oppression Perpetrators.  Ernst Roehm had fun prancing around with his brown shirt goose steppers until they lined him up against the wall.  Then where were all the pretty boys? How many times do we have to hear LOG heads say, "Oh I am only on the inside to infiltrate and make a change from the inside- BULL SHIT- swill that champagne and gobble that caviar while you can girl friend because when the Revolution comes I myself will hate to be known as a collaborator?

 

6 October 2006 Friday

No entry

 

7 October 2006 Saturday

It’s a rainy Saturday morning and I woke to find that my pups had a great time shredding a Gay Movie Catalog all over the front room and down the hall. I needed a rake! So after cleaning that up I fixed a cozy breakfast of Potato O’Brien, crispy bacon, fried eggs, sourdough toast served with butter and my homemade peach jam. I topped it off with a good cup of coffee. I shared my bacon with Priscilla, Daisy, and Chaz. Smokey the lazy bum was still in bed.  Mike left before I was out of bed to meet Tom Folks for the Invenio Gay Men's Wellness Conference. They attended the opening session last night when it was pouring rain. I didn't want to out into the dank air. I saw where Jerry Buie and John Contrell are holding a Gay Men's Retreat down in Spring City this month for $350.  Since I am not a CEO nor care to take out a small loan, I will pass.  Does make our cost for Beyond Stonewall '07 seem rather reasonable but then we are not trying to make a profit off of the Gay community. I wrote my column for QSL on Gay History Month. Sounds like Michael Aaron is under the weather also.  I have a bug of some type and my tongue is coated. Yeech! So been gargling a lot.  Probably caught something at the smooch party last week. So I just typed my memoirs from 1986, downloaded some music from the 40's and 50's for this guy at work and kept my babies company. Last week I had to attend a two day conference for my ESL endorsement plus a night class so I am pretty worn out from workshops. I wouldn’t mind them so much if they were something that I enjoyed but these classes are just so the federal government won’t  pull funding.  The chicken hawks have come home to roost with GOP closet case Mark Foley being the poster boy for Republican hypocrisy. While I have no empathy for his fall from the hall of power, I sympathize with the great homophobic disease that makes someone like Foley feel like the only protection he had was the closet.  Could coming out and admitting he was Gay have been any worse then being the face of on-line predators? He has to be one truly dysfunctional puppy where because of the closet his emotional growth was stunted in adolescence. Madmen across the country have been shooting school children at such an alarming rate that some are proposing arming teachers! I can just see it now, “Mr. Chips is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?”  YUCK! Perhaps if we spent even a fraction of what we pour into Iraq we could build safer schools, hire more counselors, nurses, aids, officer Friendlys, and perhaps even throw in air conditioning? First person who shoves a gun in my hand and says I have to use it will be the first one shot.  Fascist pigs. The Great and Powerful Wizards of Oz have dained to reveal their plan to protect their investment on Temple Square. They are going to slash and burn 12 acres between West Temple and State Street and South Temple and 1st Street along with the old pioneer pews from the tabernacle.  Included in the wrecking ball will be the historic Walker Bank Building on 2nd South.  In the past twenty years I have seen the demise of Kress, Woolworth, Penny’s, Warshaw, Auerbach, the Center Theater, the Broadway Theater, State Theater, Cinema in Your Face, and a plethora of smaller stores, cafes, and pawn shops. Gone is the infamous corner of Broadway and Main where several generations of Gay youth congregated, acted sassy, and came of age.  The Great and Powerful Wizards of Oz are also doing a great magic trick by turning Salt Lake City from blue to red by creating a upscale residency block where well healed Californian Mormons can retire, do temple work, and vote Republican.  Did I mention that the city is closed on Sunday? Well I hope I get to feeling better.

 

8 October 2006 Sunday

Chad messengered me today to correct me saying that its the Deseret Federal Building not the Walker Bank Building that is coming down. Thank you darling. Anyway fixed Mike and I breakfast of French Toast, bacon, potatoes, eggs and coffee before he scurried off to the last day of Invenio.  I then went shopping for food for the pooches and when I came home Mike was already back. He said that the workshop on relationships had been canceled and Jery Buie's Sex workshop was on leather and other crap that Mike had done 20 years ago.  So he met this Asian Gay from Singapore who was also disappointed in today's portion of the conference and they went out for breakfast. Mike on the whole was not impressed by the caliber of workshops except for one yesterday where Gay cops were the facilitators. They said that Crystal meth is worse in the Gay community then Cocaine ever was.  I told Chad that we need to have the facilitators at Beyond Stonewall affirm that they don't do drugs. Its hard to be taken seriously about a learning, healing, nurturing workshop if the facilitators are on crank. Mike was also not impressed with David Ferguson who was just brushing by people and appeared not to be happy.  Oh well enough on Invenio. I transplanted some house cacti, worked on my 1986 memoir web page, and just kind of had a mellow day. I made homemade Macaroni and Cheese today and brought some over to the neighbors. Yesterday watched Blade Runner the director cut. It's one of Mike's favorite movies but I really don't get it and just seems awfully depressing to me. Maybe that is why Mike likes it.  I watched the original Godzilla in Japanese...Now that's a movie I get! Run or you get squished. We also saw last week "Just Like Heaven" that featured Reese Witherspoon. I really like her movies. Schmaltzy but fun. Chad wanted to borrow my wheelbarrow and asked if I would pick him up and give him a ride home from Comcast which I did. He said that Mark Thrash and he did their column on blogging and asked if I wanted to read it. I was choking from laughing so hard. It was a beautiful day in the valley.

 

9 October 2006 Monday

 No entry

 

10 October 2006 Tuesday

Well North Korea has gone nuclear, Republicans still rule the land, and we have no exit strategy for Iraq. Well I'm still Gay so that ought to count some against all the bad karma out there.  Speaking of Gay I went to the Tuesday Men's support group at the center. BORING! Why do social workers have to be so BORING! Still I saw John Cooper there and that was fun and two young Gays came, one just out of the closet. Whoops I'm not suppose to say who attends the meeting. Someone who looks an awful lot like John Cooper attended the meeting.  This other man who shall remain anonymous and who might or might not be Gay was also there and I was able to hear his take on Invenio. He didn't attend Sunday but thought most of the meetings were beneficial.  I am sure the facilitator of the group doesn't know what to make of me. 

 

11 October 2006 Wednesday

No entry

 

12 October 2006 Thursday

Don't Fear the Reaper. I swear the Grim Reaper is out to get me. First I am stung by a swarm of hornets and yesterday I had a tire blow out on the freeway. I was going out to get something to eat and on I-215 near Redwood Road my right rear tire just went all to hell shredded into wires and rubber.  I had just had my tires rotated two weeks ago so nothing was wrong with the tire except they did find a screw in the tread but that usually makes the tire go flat rather then blow out.  Of course Mike wasn't picking up his phone so I just fussed and fussed with the lugnuts until I could loosen them. They were tight from the pneumatic drill that was used to change the tires. Anyway after changing the tire I rushed over to Big O Tires about 10 minutes before they closed and even though the warranty lapsed on that tire by a few months they just gave me a new tire so I bought another one so I have two new tires for the price of one.  So glad it blew out yesterday because I had an appointment this morning at the dog groomers for Daisy and Chaz. I would have hated to have a flat on the freeway with the two pups in the car. Yesterday was National Coming Out Day. The first was 1988 after the March on Washington '87.

 

13 October 2006-15 October 2006

No entry

 

16 October 2006 Monday

Well UEA weekend is over and let's see what I accomplished. Not a whole lot! The pups got their schnauzer cuts Thursday for $100 and I got a haircut Friday for $10.  Hmmm. What's wrong with this picture? Did putter around the house puttying. Spackled up some of the wall boards that the hounds chewed on when they were much younger, mowed the lawn, put up Halloween decorations in the yard, and bought some throw rugs to fresh up the inside. Pretty domestic weekend all in all.  I did go to Dr. Stoneburner’s Friday about the thrush I had and he gave me some pill to take care of the yeast infection, so I guess I did pick up something from the Smooch party after all.  Both QSL and the Pillar were out so read them over the weekend.  QSL was a pretty good issue and the Pillar was a love fest to Steven Fales, who puts on the Mormon one fag show.  I think Todd Dayley the owner must be infatuated with him or something. He does have two fun columnists, Rhett Barney, who is just insane and Travis Labrum who is this young kid who has a fun non politically correct attitude towards sex.  He use to write for Michael Aaron. I wonder why he jumped papers.  Maybe to have his own permanent column anyway I think its QSL's loss because he has this fresh perspective.  I guess the GLBTCCU has finally dumped that monstrous moniker for the simpler Utah Pride Center which seems to me they could have kept the former name of Utah Stonewall Center. Oh well no one asked me.  I helped Chad K on Sunday trim his roses bush and he's going hyper on planting bulbs for the spring and going for Homes and Gardens look. Nothing feels as good for the soul as digging in the dirt. Faerie energy deluxe connecting with Mother Earth.  Mark Thrash was ferrying faeries from Saturday nights Miss U.S.A, Drag Contest which Nova Starr won I hear. Good for her. She has always been the bride maid but never the bride.   I hear that Kim Russo who's the Red Ribbon Empress hardly made a dime for the Courts AIDS Awareness Week fundraiser and former monarchs have had to bail her out. Lack of Pzazz is what I heard from Chad.  Haven't heard much out of Chuck W lately except that he's being a phone slut. Good for him.   Wish I could. Kevin Hillman wants to bring a Mr. USA Contest to Salt Lake and I asked Mark Thash if they had a contest for old farts like me and he surprised me by saying they sure do its called Ms. Classic! LOL so I am not a senior I am a Classic!  I love Fags!  Mike went out and bought a fourteen set DVD collection of Alfred Hitchcock movies. Nobody does it better then old Hitch.  We watched The Plot, Frenzy, and the Rope so far.  If you have not seen the Rope run do not walk to the nearest blockbuster and rent it.  Its the queerest with Brandon and Phillip hatching the perfect murder of inferior beings because of their superior breeding. Of course Jimmy Stewart has a say in all of it. Wikipedia has this to say about the Homofilm:

Rope may be considered a homoerotic movie, even though the film version never indicates that the two murderers in the film were having an affair. Even though homosexuality was a highly controversial theme for the 1940's the movie made it through censorship. However, many towns chose to ban it independently, memories of child killers Leopold and Loeb still being fresh in some peoples' minds. Both John Dall and Farley Granger were actually gay in real life, as was screenwriter Arthur Laurents — even the piano score played by Granger (Mouvement Perpétuel No. 1 by Francis Poulenc) is the work of a gay composer. Granger's role was first offered to another homosexual actor, Montgomery Clift, who turned the offer down, probably due to the risks of coming out in public. Cary Grant turned down the part of Rupert Cadell for similar reasons. Leopold and Loeb, whom it has been suggested that Philip and Brandon are based upon, were also gay. In Hitchcock's Films Revisited, critic Robin Wood points to several instances in the film that could be interpreted as homoerotic. He suggests the opening strangulation reflects the euphoria of an orgasm and the subsequent limpness; and Wood sees masturbatory overtones to the scene in which Brandon excitedly fingers the neck of a champagne bottle. In Hamilton's play, the dialogue is much more homoerotic, as is the relationship between the students and their teacher. Many of these "risky" elements were removed from the script as the play was rewritten for the film, due to the censorship of the time. Despite this, Hitchcock managed to supply much subtext which made it past the rigorous tests of the censor. Three other films, Compulsion, Swoon  and Murder by Numbers, were also based on the Leopold and Loeb case.

 

17 October 2006-19 October 2006

No Entries

 

20 October 2006 Friday

Jane Wyatt, the actress who for six years on "Father Knows Best" was one of TV's favorite moms, died on Oct. 20. She was 96. Wyatt died in her sleep at her Bel-Air home. She experienced health problems since suffering a stroke at 85, but her mind was sharp until her death, her son Christopher Ward said. Wyatt had a successful film career in the 1930s and '40s, notably as Ronald Colman's lover in 1937's "Lost Horizon." But it was her years as Robert Young's TV wife, Margaret Anderson, on "Father Knows Best" that brought the actress her lasting fame.

 

21 October 2006 Saturday

It's been a crazy week with Diversity Training for two days as part of my ESL endorsement. After the first day I wrote on the feedback survey where does Sexual Orientation fit in with the district's policy of respecting differences. The next day I was surprised that they addressed it with one of the facilitators telling the group of her Lesbian Aunts and a Gay grandson and how we as educators must be respectful of differences even if we disagree with them. It's been a blustery week with showers, winds, and much cooler weather. Friday night Mike went with Tom Folk to the "Utah Pride Center" for the Ball Room dancing sessions that were suppose to be provided there. Anyway the dance instructor, who was only 19, had conflicting engagements. He was helping with a fundraiser at Heads Up for Michael Aaron's broken hot tub! LOL! Well at least that what they said. There were about six people who showed up for the dance lessons that were canceled so Mike had Tom, Dan Fahndrich, and their friend Miles come over to the house for pizza and to watch "Bad Education" on the big screen. However Mike forgot to record the English subtitles so we ended up watching Rocky Horror Show instead.  Both Mike and Tom spilled dark red wine on the carpet so I spent this morning using club soda to try and soak it up.  Drunken Sots! Watching Rocky Horror Show just sends waves of wonderful nostalgia sweeping over me. How many great times did I have driving to the Balboa Theater in Orange County every night and in Utah doing the Time Warp at the old Blue Mouse.  I amazed myself that I still knew most of the call outs but usually my timing was off and said them after the action. Oh well. It still was a blast. Dan Fahndrich told me, how a while back, he called the center wanting to know whether an event was still being held. After listening to a continuous automatic phone menu, finally a live person answered. When asked if the event was still being held that night, the kid said no. Dan had a feeling that it was- so he drove to the Center and sure enough the event was still going on.  Dan said he has a friendly relationship with Valerie Larabee and when he emailed her about his concerns, instead of apologizing and addressing his concerns she just took a defensive posture.  I told Dan that if that is the response that someone who is friendly with the center gets you can imagine what someone who is not receives. Dan was also concerned that if someone was in crisis or just coming out would they wait for all the autotron phone options and if they finally reached a live person would that person be competent to help or give references?  Remember when the old Utah Stonewall Center had a huge catalog of references that volunteers were trained to use?  I can't believe that the Center doesn't have some type of resource like that. Also remember when volunteers at the Utah Stonewall Center use to greet people? When the last time you've walked into the center and anyone said two words to you?  I can't remember when. I also wonder why its so hard to get volunteers for the Center to keep the place open before 6 o'clock?  Oh well. Mike was really disappointed in the dance lesson instructor flaking off.  That is why things flounder. There's no consistent commitment any more.

 

22 October 2006-23 October 2006

No entries

 

24 October 2006 Tuesday

I am completely absorbed in getting my 1986 Journal on line so that's been taking up a lot of my time. It's 175 pages long and only up to October.  I've added anecdotal material from other sources as addition material.  I really didn't start going bar hopping until late September that year.  What a Golden Era it was for the bars with the In-Between, The Sun, and Backstreet all being within walking distance from each other. It was not a stretch to even walk to the Deerhunter either just about 5 blocks. Saturday we brought in Mike's grandma's twin bed that I had stashed in the tool shed back into the house to turn into a day bed for the movie room. Friday I realized we just didn't have enough seating for people. I went and bought a new bed in a bag for it and some nice throw pillows so it’s all set up for company now. Anyway, Mike and Tom Folk went out to some old queens place down south for a wine tasting party. Mike was crashing it but did bring two bottles of wine with him. Carla and Debbie had planned to have attended but Mike said they didn't make it.  It was a small group of about 14 people. Mike said it was supposed to be limited to 16 people because that is the amount of samples you can get from a bottle! LOL I say then break open the booze in a box! Jeez... piss elegant fairies.  Mike came home afterwards but I guess Tom went to the underwear night at the Try-Angles. He said it was packed. He saw Steve Fales there and Steve gave him free tickets to his Mormon Boy Confessions show for Sunday. So on Sunday Mike and Tom went to that at the Rose Wagner's Plan B Theatre. I stayed home and really cleaned the house. Took the fan blades off the ceiling fans and washed them, took every thing off the kitchen cabinets to get the grime that builds up all them so that every thing sparkled and shined again. Waxed and polished all the cabinets and all that so it was an Autumn house cleaning day for sure. But everything looks so clean and nice. I told my mom when I called her in Vegas that I don't know why any one would live in a dirty house when there's so much personal satisfaction in having a clean house. Chad called about whether there were any articles on AIDS Awareness Week in the October Issue of the Pillar. There weren't and neither were there any in the QSL so I guess Mark Thash and he are doing their column on that. Chuck Whyte called me and he wanted me to meet him at the Try-Angle this coming weekend for his birthday. I said I would since the Bears are hosting a Costume party.  He tells me about all the bizarre escapades he's been having on the sex phone line. Tom thinks he's addicted.  I think he's just going through a phase. Mike bought a copy of Pedro Alvamardo's Bad Education to add to his four hundred DVD collection. It is really good in an Gay Alfred Hitchcock manner.  I fixed tequila chicken enchiladas, with a creamy white sauce, and Spanish rice for dinner and when Mike and Tom came back from the theater they were hungry.  Tom devoured the rice but only sampled the enchiladas because he doesn't care for onions and peppers.  They said they were excellent and asked how I made them. I said why do you guys care? You don't cook. Which is true. But perhaps I should post it.

  • Thinly slice about two pounds of skinned and boned chicken breasts. Marinate in a 1/2 cup of tequila, 1/2 cup margarita mix, 1/2 cup lime juice, cilantro finely chopped, teaspoon ground cumin, and two tablespoons brown sugar, Sauté 1 large Spanish yellow onion, 1/2 red bell pepper in oil.  Add the chicken and cook thoroughly. Add salt and white pepper to taste. Fry about 24 corn tortillas in hot oil just so they are soft Slice a can of large block pitted olives. Assemble: place tablespoon of shredded Kraft Mexican cheese blend, three olives and a spoonful of chicken mix in tortilla and roll. Place in long baking dish. You will need  2 baking pans. Mix a cup of sour cream with 1 jar of Ragu Alfredo Sauce spoon over assembled tortillas pans and cover with about 2 cups of pepper jack cheese. Cover with aluminum foil Bake in hot oven 350 degrees for 40 minutes! Voila. And Mike and Tom wanted me to explain that! LOL

Monday was another long day with a new ESL class so I didn't get home until around 7.  I received an e-mail from the uncle of Mel Bailey asking if I have any insights surrounding her death. I haven't responded yet. Really don't know what to say because I only knew her as a member of the community and was in no way a confidant in her inner circle. Like all of us she wore different hats depending who she was around. I think he wants some information on the investigation she was doing on the death of her Olympic committee friend whom she felt was murdered in some type of cover up.

 

25 October 2006 Wednesday

I posted that I received an email from someone who said that they were Mel Bailey's uncle. When I wrote him back and pushed reply my sysop said the message was undeliverable and that it was a bogus email address.  How could he have contacted me and not have a legitimate address? Strange. I guess I got poor Michael Aaron into hot water and I don't mean his hot tub. Randy Holliday of all people was pitching a fit because I mentioned in a column that we had slept together, twenty years ago mind you.  It really astounded me because I always thought he and I had an amicable relationship. Well I guess not.  Any way Michael is taking some heat for it.   Did piss me off that Randy basically said that I was some type of sexual predator forcing myself onto people and he had warned me to cool it.  LOL! I was so screwed up back then I didn't know which way was up...I was in love with basically three different people then, John Howell, Russ Lane, and Billy Bikowski and I was about as sexually naive as one could be.  I can count on both hands how many times I had sex that entire year!  Shit! I was too busy with the organizing  of Restoration Church, Affirmation, Married and Divorce Gays and Lesbians and juggling my feelings for my ex wife, Russ, John, and Billy. Randy must be in his 60's now and perhaps "respectability" is important to him. Well I will show him my journal if he will show me his and see who's actually correct. Sometimes I get so tired of the bitchiness that I want to say the hell with it. I should just press delete on my Gay history files, burn my journals, and let people conjure up any fantasy they want about me and the history of the Gay community. Tom Folk asked me the other day what I was planning on doing with all my files when I am gone.... I am not sure whether it even matters. Everyone seems so intent in forgetting the past... may be I should too.  I know it wasn't easy pulling the plug on my history web page, but who misses it now? No one.   I should save Michael Aaron  some grief and hang up my column also... it seems to only upset people.

 

26 October 2006-29 October 2006

No entries

 

30 October 2006 Monday

Well it’s been a busy few last few days and the month is about over.  Last Thursday I met with Karen Fisher a former co-worker from Orchard to gather up all our Monster Mash props since that school is no longer doing that Halloween Talent show. I had no connection with Orchard any more and am glad that I moved on. We had a ton of costumes, masks, scenery, and props to go through and discard. I took home the wooden Dracula coffin since she couldn't fit into her jeep.  Friday the 27th of October was Chuck W's birthday and he had asked me to help celebrate it with others at the Paper Moon and at Try-Angles. I thought about going to the Bear's Halloween party at the Try-Angle but when ten o'clock rolled around, I shimmied into my red skirt thinking I'd wear my old lady's costume but damn if it was snug and I couldn't get the zipper up so I threw it back into the closet and jumped in between the sheets where I really wanted to be anyway rather then out in some  smoky bar on a cool autumn night.  I guess my Halloween Bar hopping days are officially over.  Chad K later told me that a true drag queen would have just flipped that zipper around to the back and wore something to hide it and gone on with the show! LOL Glad to know that I'm not a real drag. Saturday I decorated the front of the house with the Halloween paraphernalia dragged home from school. First time I've actually decorated for Halloween in years and I'm going to hand out candy. Mike will just keep the pups in the entertainment room with a movie going.  That evening we went to the Grand Theater to see "the Secret Garden" because we have season tickets. The theater was only about a fourth filled and I'd say a third of that were little kids. We sat through half the show, and while I will not fault the performers for they were on the most part outstanding, the show was simply boring. There were no sets to speak up, and the music was rather bland. Nothing was thrilling, the costumes, the dancing, the backdrop. Nothing. So we left. Sunday Mike and I invited Chad K and Mark T out for breakfast since yesterday Chad was whining he had no one to go to Sunday Brunch with since Kevin H was out of town.  Poor baby. You know how Gay men and their brunches are. So we all went to Jim's Restaurant on 41st South and Redwood and had a really good time. Both Mark and Chad gave me a booster shot of vitamin Q (queer energy) which we all need every now and then.  Mark is such a perfect counter balance for Chad and I do believe that Chad is good to keep Mark from being a bit stuffy.   I enjoy their ying and yang.  We talked about poor Mel Bailey's overdose death since I related how I received a strange email from someone say he was her uncle, we dished Steve Peterson's new failed venture, we laughed about Mike Aarons’ being column headline challenged and just had a fun time. I was having such a good time I just picked up everyone's tab.  At their place Chad wanted Mike to come in and see his new digs and Mark played for us a CD on the national Gay Miss US of A pageant.  Wow! Talk about glamorous! So we dished the dresses and when this one drag queen modeled this gorgeous sequined black cape we all went "ahhh!" Then I said, "we must be queer because I doubt if straight men would have their breath taken away from any wrap no matter how stunning!" I guess you had to have been there but I thought it was funny. Spent the rest of Sunday mowing the lawn, straighten up the house, and grocery chores. Just playing Domestica the Faerie. I fixed baked pork chops smothered with apple slices, corn bead dressing, and gravy, mashed yams, green beans and raspberry-cranberry sauce for dinner. My mom called me from Vegas this evening and waxed nostalgic about her childhood in Texas.  One of her old boyfriends called her up last Thursday and I guess they went down memory lane together about being teenagers in Littlefield, West Texas during the early 1940's.  My mom married my dad in 1946 when she was 16 so it was probably during the war years.  Memories. That is what we take with us not our possessions.

 

31 October 2006 Tuesday Halloween

Happy Halloween everyone....Being a school teacher Halloween is still the BIG event!  I actually handed out candy for the first time in years and now I remember why I don't.  I have a split level house which means I either sit on the stairs for two hours or keep running up and down....And then there is the dog issue. Keeping the pups shut up for that time with them going wacko each time someone came to the door was a major pain.  But the kiddies were cute.  A few Junior High boys came in drag... that was nice. One even was dressed as show girl.....Miss Gay US of A 2012. I try not to be the cranky old man but it bugs me when it gets later in the night and you see all these cars driving through the neighbor, dumping out a load of kids, to forage.  When did Halloween stop being a neighborhood deal?  The whole point was to walk your neighborhood where you know most of the people.  Then there's the adults who ask for candy too.. I guess this is the land of the free. The cute daddies were worth the time and effort too. Like to trick with their baby maker. My spooky house-I had spooky music going, a strobe light flashing, a skeleton handing from a tree, a coffin, a stuffed bird, pumpkins, and colored lights so my house was HALLOWEEN. Mike stayed in his entertainment room with the dogs and a bottle of wine watching Harry Potter. Trick or Treat!

 

NOVEMBER

1 November 2006 Wednesday

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2 November 2006Thursday

Well gone are the Goblins and up with the Gobblers. Took down all the Halloween Set and changed over to Turkey Town.  Last night I mentioned to Mike that this will probably be my last Halloween for sitting around handing out candy. And Mike says "Why? I thought it went pretty well". Yeah sure for him while he was in the entertainment room butt plastered to a lazy boy watching Harry Potter on a 10 foot projection screen! We are going down to the Northwest Multi-purpose center to vote early tonight. I guess the back log is horrendous with the new touch screens. Takes some people anywhere from 10 to 30 minutes!  Tuesday I have parent teacher conferences until 7 p.m. so I doubt I could even get in the door to vote by the time I got home. Fucking Republicans. I watched a good Spanish Ghost story last night called the Devil's Backbone.  My favorite foreign films are coming out of Spain these days.  It was produced by Pedro Almodovar but not directed by him and takes places during the Spanish Civil War. Beautiful Fall weather...Nippy and Frosty at night but warm enough in the daytime.  Cold snap sure is causing my leaves to drop. The valley is filled with reds, oranges, yellows and browns giving us a toasty feeling even though it’s cool, cool, cool. Haven't heard from anyone in a while and haven't seen anyone blogging. So all must be all right in the world. I saw Carla Gourdain's painting in a SL Tribune news story of a disability activist who is retiring. I looked at the picture and thought I know that painting!  I have some beautiful and talented people who I love calling friends.

 

3 November 2006 Friday

After work, Mike and I went to the Northwest Multipurpose Center and voted early on the new touch screens. It took about 30 minutes and twenty of that was waiting in line. I am sure it will be worse come election day. The voter registrars of course are seniors and it’s confusing for them so you have to be patient. The man who was checking my ID and registration forgot to give me the entry card so I could vote on the machine so I had to go back. To use the machine you are suppose to be given a credit card size encryption plastic card that slides into the booth so you can use it. After that it was fairly simple just touch the box of next to the name of the person you want or make it even easier -just push straight Democratic Ticket.  The only person I didn't vote for was a person running for county surveyor. He was running unopposed but had a Rep next to his name and I NEVER vote Republican so I never have to be ashamed or apology later. From time to time you might have to apologize for Mormon Democrats who are Mormons first and Democrats second but its a sure bet that voting Republican is always a disaster.  The machine said you could write in a candidate but I wonder how you would do that without a key board?  Also make sure you push to have a paper trail. It prints like a receipt which I guess just curls up into the machine. The bond issues are a little complicated...I voted for all the propositions but against amending the state constitution. If the Republicans are for it I am again it because its just going to line some rich assholes pockets for sure and never help the middle and lower income people. So I officially get to BITCH for the next two years because I voted. Even more so what a disgrace not to vote when there's so much at stake. We vote so we don't have to use weapons to change the government. That is the American Way. And yes I know we get bad government because there are a lot of selfish, ignorant people, who rather have a "strong man" making their decisions for them especially in Utah and the South where if any bastard cloaks themselves in religion they are a shoo in but still.... Vote anyway

 

4 November 2006-9 November 2006

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10 November 2006

Jack Palance, the craggy-faced menace in "Shane," "Sudden Fear" and other films who turned to comedy at 70 with his Oscar-winning self-parody in "City Slickers," died on Nov. 10. Palance died of natural causes at his home in Montecito, Calif., surrounded by family,. Palance was 85 according to Associated Press records, but his family gave his age as 87.

 

11 November 2008-14 November 2006

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15 November 2006 Wednesday

Well here it's the middle of November already! It's been a very hectic time for sure. Parent Teacher Conference was the week of the 6th through the 10th and it’s a time to hunker down.  I only had one loony parent but after all these years I am still gun shy, and now that Utahns can pack heat to conferences I am very conscious of what might set someone off.  It's just makes for a long week and 12 hour days. It's all consuming.  Barely get home, unwind and it’s time for bed. I knew I wouldn't get to vote on election night so Mike and I voted early at the Northwest Multipurpose Center and when I knew that the Democrats were taking back Congress there was a glimmer of hope again in my heart for America. Here in Planet Utah however it was an Elephant Walk again but with all these Blue Dog Democrats who cares except that it helped on a national level. Is it me or does it appear that Mormons are infiltrating the Democratic Party? An old friend, Jimmy Hamamoto, who use to be in the Sacred Faeries and was a DJ on KRCL came to town last week but I was too exhausted to even go out to dinner with him. We caught up on the phone but feel kind of guilty. The weather has been real yucky too lately.  It was damp and gloomy last Saturday. Chuck Whyte called me last night late with news that he found a suitcase with all types of minutes from the old community council, from Utah Stonewall Board Meetings, Unity Show flyers and all other old records.  I had bugged him a few days earlier about whether he still had the minutes from GLCCU meetings. At the time he said he had gotten rid of all that but while going through his drag trousseau which he was donating much of it to the Cyber Sluts he came across that suitcase.  What a treasure. Chad Keller and Mark Thrash invited Mike and I over for Thanksgiving Dinner.  I think of all the dinners I put on and community dinners also it’s amazing that we had the energy to do so much.  Re reading my 1986 journal I had 15 people over for dinner in my tiny basement apartment. I cooked a 23 lb turkey made four pies, 2 banana breads, and all the other trimmings by myself.  What I think is funny this woman named Helen came with her husband and two sons to what was basically a Gay and Lesbian party and I can't for the life of me remember who she was and how I knew her. Pretty liberal of her however for 1986 to be attending that kind of soiree. I guess the chickens are coming back to roost for the Republican closeted chicken hawks! In a way its really tragic that they bought into a system that would only destroy them in the end. Of course I am a Democrat and have much more compassion for them then they would ever have for me. I got my flu shot on the 3rd and maybe that is why I've been kind of feeling low.  More likely it's because I am an old bear and nature is calling me to hibernate.  Well I guess I will try to be more dutiful in blogging. It helps me focus on what is important in my life. Briefly looked at the QSL on line.  It looks pretty good especially the shopping guide. Issue was dedicated to Genderfreaks.  I will peruse it more when I pick up a copy. I am more a newsprint and ink kind of guy. Like the feel and sound of a paper as I am reading it. It's a sensory as well as intellectual experience for me. Lots of stuff is going on this month. Carolyn Pearson is back on the Gay wagon after 20 years since Goodbye I Love You. We have three fags in the state legislature now because of last election and still Moroni hasn't fallen off his perch.  The demolition of Main Street is beginning starting with the old Continental Bus terminal/ hotel on South Temple and West Temple.  Tom Folks said he wants to visit Chaise Manhattan [Chris Snith] in Boise next weekend. Dan Fahndrich is involved in some photo project with the Pride Community Center. He wants to borrow a digital camera from Mike. I guess I should go get my wheelbarrow and ladder from Chad. I guess he's done all the yard work he can with the weather getting snappier.  My pups just love the leaves in the backyard. It's their first fall and they are having a blast frolicking. Well I guess I am caught up for now.

 

16 November 2006-17 November 2006

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18 November 2006 Saturday

Today is Russ Lane's 50th birthday. Happy Birthday you old poop. When I first met Russ he was 29 years old and full of piss and vinegar ready to set the world of fire with the Gospel of Affirmation. I sent him an e-birthday card. I hope he gets it. Smokey my oldest schnauzer hurt himself this morning, I think from stepping on a metal rake that had fallen in the leaves in the backyard. He was not really hurt, no broken skin, but I didn't know it when I carried him in from the outside, afraid that he might have cut himself.  After running water over his leg and seeing that he was okay I told Mike that I thought he might have hurt himself stepping on a rake. Then Mike starts up about why was a rake left in the yard... yadda yadda... and I told him don't start up with me. I don't see you helping any with the yard and he then says why should I- the house doesn't belong to me any more and I said yeah but you get the biggest use of it and shut him up.  Made me realize all over again how much I don't care whether he stays or goes anymore. I care more about Smokey than him.  It’s like with Thanksgiving, I've told him about invites that have been extended to us but I’m not going to get upset if he doesn't want to go. He's ruined enough of my holidays over the years to continue letting him. The neighbors wanted us to go with them to see Casino Royale this afternoon, the latest James Bond movie. I am not a big fan of the genre but surprisingly this one was very good. Quite different from the mindless techno-gadget driven farces of the past. Mike's been trying to be nice to me but you know a simple I am sorry goes a long way with me. Yesterday was 5th grade maturation at my school and first thing in the morning this suit and tie Mormon prig button holes me to ask me how in depth does the program go since he won't be able to attend with his son. The guy wasn't even a parent of one of my students but I tried to assure him that it was simple puberty stuff, which still didn't satisfy him. Mind you we sent notes home a week ago and he's here on the morning its going to be taught all worried his son is going to lose his innocence. Again I tried to be nice and said look it’s not about sexual reproduction, its hair and big feet and hygiene and is taught by the district nurse. I said it’s the district curriculum and is appropriate for their age. Finally I said Look if you have an issue with it don't have you kid attend.” I've got to go.  What a jackass. What do they think we are going to tell these kids? How to fornicate, Jack-off, and become sex fiends? It made me wonder how warped the kids from these homes are going to be when even the subject of puberty is considered suspect!

 

19 November 2006 Sunday

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20 November 2006 Monday

Robert Altman, the caustic and irreverent satirist behind "M-A-S-H," "Nashville" and "The Player" who made a career out of bucking Hollywood, died on Nov. 20.

 

21 November 2006 Tuesday

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22 November 2006 Wednesday

Monday I took my hound Priscilla to the veterinarian to have her anal glands checked. She had been dragging her butt lately. Maybe I need to have mine checked! LOL. Well I have been busy stringing Christmas lights, and shopping, and cooking. Chad invited me to a thanksgiving dinner in Memory Grove but Mike doesn't want to go so I will go by myself.  Mark Thrash wants me to bring cornbread dressing so I will. I also will be giving Auntie De a ride. On Tuesday cooked a Thanksgiving dinner so we could snack all week long. Why have Thanksgiving on one day only?  Mike bought me a roasting toaster oven with a rotisserie so I roasted my turkey breast that way and it was delicious. I fixed yams, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn bread stuffing, and a pecan pie.  Today I had Chuck Whyte over for lunch and we had turkey leftovers.  He hadn't been invited any where for Thanksgiving so wanted him to have a good dinner.  He also gave me his pile of files from organizations he has belonged to. I went to the library in the afternoon to look up some information in October 1986 when I was shocked to see Ben Anderson, an old friend I hadn't seen in four years and hadn't expected to see in Utah. He was in very bad shape. While visiting Mark Angus in the Netherlands he had a heart attack and he was flown back to the U.S. to San Francisco. While staying at the VA there he was diagnosed with thyroid cancer. The surgery was blotched and they cut through his vocal cords, and his pineal glands. He's suing by nearly died. He's staying now at the VA hospital in SLC because his son lives in Holladay.  Poor Ben. However how fortunate I am that I was in the library where I could encounter him. The Delta Center has changed its name to Energy solutions Center because Larry Miller sold the naming rights to the radiation dumpsters.  Some nicknames for the Sports Arena that are funny are Nukeback Mountain, the Dump, and The Radium Stadium.  This month is the 20th anniversary of the death of Cary Grant.

 

23 November 2006 Thursday

I hope everyone had a wonderful and scrumptious Thanksgiving.  I didn't have to cook dinner today and for that I am truly thankful.  After getting up this morning I baked a pumpkin pie and a mincemeat pie for my neighbors' dinner. I told them I wouldn't be staying for dinner because of a prior invite by Chad K to the Memory Grove Memorial House but Mike ate dinner with them.   Tried calling people today to wish them a Happy Thanksgiving but couldn't get a hold of my mom, Mike's folks, or my friend Darren Solomon. I was able to make arrangements to the movies tomorrow with Ben Anderson. Talked to my friend John Reeves in Boston who at 72 is still fixing Thanksgiving Dinner for about 20 Gay strays.  I told him that my community Thanksgiving days are over! Chad called and said that I wouldn't have to go pick up Auntie D because she wasn't feeling well so I brought my corn bread dressing over to Chad's. I thought he said dinner was at four, but at his place he said it wasn't until six.  I thought that was kind of late to be having dinner but I was just along for the ride. Mark Thrash fixed me a cocktail I called the Thrasher. It had rum, raspberry strawberry concentrate and orange juice and was pretty tasty. Well it was nearly 5:30 before we left to go to Memory Grove and upon arriving it looked like dinner was already over. Half empty platters, and empty bowls greeted us! Jane Ericksen said that she told Chad 3:00 cocktails, 4:00 dinner and 6:00 for dessert. Whoops! At first I was put out because I didn't know anyone and felt like we had crashed a party that was winding down. However after Mark Thrash and his friend Bonnie arrived things got better.  Eventually at our table were Mark, Bonnie, Nova Starr and his friends Ken and Miles, and Mark friends Nathan and Toller. I knew Miles from Mike Romero's involvement in the wine tasting club. Mark's friends, I was told by Chad, had been ceremoniously uninvited to their own family's Thanksgiving because they are a Gay couple, and so it was good to have them with us where they were welcomed and appreciated.  We had a lot of laughs. Mark Thrash and I said we were going to have a Cornbread Dressing Smack down over who makes better dressing. Nova Starr wanted me to write an article on AIDS since four of her young friends had recently been diagnosed as HIV positive. We also discussed the future of the New City Creek Mall that is replacing ZCMI and the Crossroads and other things. It turned out to be a rather fun day and well its fun being around queer positive energy for a change.  I was home by 8p.m. and am going to be in bed by nine!

 

24 November 2006-25 November 2006

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26 November 2006 Sunday

I wanted to go to the Library on Friday but they were closed alas! So I told Ben Anderson to come over to the house and I’d fixed left overs,  and we watched Ice Age Melt Down that Mike rented from Red Box.  We stayed home on Black Friday rather then fight the angry crowds of holiday shoppers. What has America become? A land of consumers instead of citizens.

Had a really nice time visiting with Ben but could have done without the “show and tell” Tracheotomy gizmos.  I guess Ben said he had his first heart attack climbing eight floors to visit Erick Meyers flat in Belgium. I would have had a heart attack too! 

Our friend Mark Angus married a guy from the Netherlands and became a naturalized citizen. I wonder if he's Mark Van Gus now?

I suppose Chad survived the holiday. I haven't heard from him since Thursday. He's probably playing Thanksgiving Turkey and getting stuffed.

Yesterday Mike and I went out for breakfast at Jim's in Taylorville’s and Mike overheard these guys from California ask the waitress if Jim's has mineral water? She said no but they had orange juice! We laughed and thought welcome to Utah!”

I finally made it down to the main library and looked through the Salt Lake Tribune on microfilm for the month of October and first of November 1986. It took nearly 5 hours but found info on AIDS Awareness week and an article on David Nelson's push to get the Salt Lake City Council to adopt a Human Rights Commission for Salt Lake.

Read an article by a RN from San Francisco who said the average stay of a Gay man checking in to the city's General Hospital was 11 days! Because they were dead after that.  One of the first things asked when checking was being asked what code status you wanted and whether you wanted to be resuscitated.  Gays today have no idea what we went through 20 years ago.

Encountered Ben Anderson at the Library working on his blog I showed him how to set up.  We started laughing when on Craigs List there was a kid saying he wanted to be a houseboy. He described himself as a floppy haired boy who likes to wear pleated skirts and be strangled! Then he wrote as an after thought...(just pretend!) LOL

Treated Ben to some lunch at Chile Verdes on North Temple then had him take me home. I gave him the extra DVD player I had so he could hook it up to his TV up at the VA hospital. Ben just makes me feel Gay all over and we just laugh and have a good time mocking the absurdities of life.

Tom Folk came over to watch a movie he brought, and Ben was tired and went home. I went over to see my friends Darren Solomon and Merrill Jensen in West valley. Darren called me while I was at the library and asked if I would come over. 

Darren is such a darling man and it’s nice to be with people who build you up instead of tearing you down.  Darren and Merrill lost their little black lab puppy last July when someone left their gate open and he ran into the street and was hit by a car. So they lost two dogs this year, Smokey their Great Dane who died of old age and this little dog they got to help them get over the loss of Smokey.  They now have this beautiful English Sheep dog with on blue eye and one brown eye and a Beagle female puppy. So they have their hands full.

Speaking of puppies our Schnauzers have formed a pack and where one goes, they all go. We renamed Chaz to Buddy because honestly it fits more because Buddy is a buddy to everyone. He's such a sweet natured thing. They don't know what to think with both Mike and I home together for the entire week.

 

27 November 2006-30 November 2006

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DECEMBER

1 December 2006 Friday

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2 December 2006 Saturday

I'm not a well woman.  I started coming down with something Wednesday when I had a tickle in my throat that made me have a series of little coughs. The weather has been dreadful also, with a winter storm blowing in, dumping about 3 inches of snow and turning bitterly cold.  Thank Providence that I bought a snow blower a couple of years ago so don't have to shovel the white shit any more.  I had promised Ben Anderson I would meet him at the Pride Center Thursday for a Bear Club meeting to give him a nice warm jacket I don't wear any more otherwise I wouldn't have gone out into the bitter cold 22 degrees.  I can't imagine life on the streets in this weather. That night, Thursday, I wanted to write in the Blog to reflect on November and wrap up the month but I was so tired I went to bed at 8:30 instead.  I woke up on Friday morning suffering from a really sore throat that kept me up for most of the night.   Strep is going around school but I am hoping its just a cold settling in my throat but probably not since I am not congested and am not really coughing.  Just tired. But at 55 I am always tired LOL! I also wanted to write something on December 1st since it's World AIDS Day, my nephew James's 38th birthday, and the kick off of the holiday month. Oh Well. Best intentions.  Heard on a NPR program that 900 people a day die of AIDS in South Africa and half of all 15 years old in that country with die of AIDS.  Genocide. There I said it. We are set to go for the Winter Holidays with my lights up inside and outside the house and even though I hate snow it does make for a pretty scene with the colored lights reflecting off of the powder.  Mike and I took the dogs for a little drive around the other day to see the houses being lit up.  It's the more humble homes that decorate the most. Daisy May and Buddy love L-O-V-E the snow!  It's their first snow and they are outside playing in it constantly. Buddy is so cute because being all black, when he comes in his muzzle will have a white milk mustache from where he's been rooting in the snow.   It helps seeing the wonder of the world through fresh eyes, where in everything is new to them. Mark Eubank a perennial television weatherman here in Utah retired at the end of November after a career of 40 some odd years. Maybe he and Bob Welte will do hearing aid commercial together now and write persnickety letters to the editor to maintain their minor celebrity status. Here in the 'hood no one has been pulling guns out of my bushes lately so that's a good sign. I had Ben Anderson over for dinner on the 1st of December but I said don't expect a hug on anything because don't want to spread any bugs around especially any throat thing since his tracheotomy is still healing.  Fixed a pot of spaghetti because I thought it would be easier to eat with my throat being the way it is.   Ben's son signed him up for a dating service called Mega Dates and we laughed all evening about the phone calls he has been getting.  Ben often acts like a tonic for me, a real pick me up, because we laugh at life's absurdities. In the news the Pope went to Turkey and our American Turkey Bush went to Jordan both accomplished very little. Iraq is in a civil war but the Bush administration refuses to recognize the fact that they have really fucked up over there.  I haven't heard of anymore far right closeted Republican religious weirdoes coming out but Michael Aaron suspect we have a nervous Nellie right here representing Spanish Fark.  Speaking of Michael Aaron I haven't seen hair nor hide of him in weeks because he furiously trying to get a Gay business directory put together now that Steve Peterson's Lavender Book is history. For that matter the only thing I've heard from Chad Keller was that he wrote up an interview of Dean Walton, Auntie De, but the attachment with which he sent it wouldn't open for me so I haven’t read it yet. Utah is trying to draw up a fourth Congressional district and all of the proposals being considered are presented by the Mormon Republican oligarchy of course.  As long as they put me back in Salt Lake City I will be satisfied. Since moving across the Jordan River I have either been placed in the 1st or 3rd District instead of the 2nd. The 1st is basically Davis County, Ogden and Logan. The 3rd is Provo down to St. George!  So being in either district has virtually made my congressional vote nil and void. My throat is so sore. Pray for me and light a candle to our Lady of the Perpetual Flagellation, and dip me in consecrated oil. By the Power of Cher I compel you! Demons of Streptococcus begone! 

 

3 December 2006-4 December 2006

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5 December 2006 Tuesday

Well either Our Lady of the Perpetual Flagellation cured me or I never had strep.  Monday I called my cute doctor and was able to get in to see him at 3:00 and the throat culture came back negative so I just have a Plain Jane Viral Cold.  But it will do. I Spent most of Saturday and Sunday in bed sleeping and that probably was as good a tonic as anything. Slurping down the codeine doesn't hurt either.  It's been nasty,  I mean red state Sen. Brownback nasty, with an inversion keeping the Great Basin in a deep freeze. Even my pups are saying the hell with going outside.  I had to attend an ESL Monday night class on top of everything else, which I could not miss because there was no way to make it up. So I sat miserably in the back of the room, coughed into my hanky and scowled at my instructor all night. Okay I will stop whining. It's so attractive like my big red sore nose. I wonder if these are the kind of men's underwear ads Gay boys in 1910 whacked off to?

 

6 December 2006 Wednesday

Kind of a frantic and hectic day...I was up at 5:30 this morning to let Mike know that I have a faculty meeting at 7:30 so its going to be hectic getting Priscilla to her vet appointment. Since he was taking Smokey to the groomers anyway he said that he would just drop her off. Today was my student's teacher's last day, and I know she is glad and sad that it's over. About 10 I went to the store to buy some punch for the kids' party this afternoon and I noticed that my front left tire seemed awfully low. I thought crap I bet I picked up a nail somewhere and since I didn't want to be changing a flat tire I headed over to Big O Tires. Luckily there was one just across the street from my school.  My kids were still at recess so I thought it shouldn't be long to change the tire but the mechanic showed me that I virtually had no brakes- that my brake pads were gone. He was as surprised as I because I never heard any squeaking, chirping, or anything else that would warn me that I had no brakes. However they were the original brakes and I have 86,000 miles on the car.   I said that I have to pick my dog up from the vet at 4 and if they can get it done by then I would have them do a brake job today. He said he would so I did. I had to walk back to school in the inversion chill and it did not help my own chest cold either. Needless to say I was stressed about that all day and didn't have my cell phone with me to let Mike know about picking up Priscilla if I couldn't. However the kids said goodbye to the student teacher, and as soon as school was out headed back to Big O.  They kept their word and the brake job was done and my pocket was $320 emptier. Headed to Wilson's Animal Clinic after that and Priss was ready also. They sealed her fractures rather then pulled her teeth and $250 later I had a dog with clean pearly teeth. I was exhausted when I got home and I guess Mike had a crappy day also so he wasn't in the mood to hear about mine. Too weary to cook we went to Chile Verde and ordered tacos and tostados. There I got a horrible tickle in my throat and I thought I was going to cough up a lung I was spasmodic. My, that's a pretty image.  Anyway Smokey looks good with his new do and Priscilla doesn't seem the worse for the wear of being anesthetized.  The puppy brats are good. They will get their hair cuts on the 17th. That's another $100.  Merry Christmas. Ben Anderson dropped by after we had eaten, just wanting some company. He bought me some Santa fur lined red silky boxer shorts and a Santa hat. He went to the dentist too today so since he hadn't eaten I fixed him some hot oatmeal and toast. That's about all he could handle.  While we are visiting we hear this crash of metal and the Mo-mo lady across the street backed into Ben's truck that was parked on the street. So everyone was having a bad day. Smashed his tail light and fender. Oy vey what a day I am having. Well the well healed Skull and Bones cronies of Bush Sr. have been sent in to pull Bush Jr's bacon out of the fire.  They more or less said that Jr. has made a mess of everything in Iraq and have all but said we have lost the war.  Jack asses! and jackasses even more are the fucking radical right who bought up all Karl Rove's Gay Boogeyman crap.  OH scare me more...I went to bed yesterday at 8:30. It's nine now so I am closing down. On the one bright note I received an email from a man who really enjoyed my article in this issue of the QSL.  First time in over two years of writing actually had a reader write something positive instead of taking acceptation to something I said. I received an email from Chad Keller that sounded almost like a manifesto. It sounded like he is finally connecting with his genius. He has been a Taurus in a china shop for so long that he's forgotten that Taurus in Egypt was a sacred bull known as the Apis. He was believed to be the incarnation of the creator and fertility god Ptah along with creator and sky god Amon and Osiris, the god of the dead. The Bull was a symbol of creation and death and also of reincarnation.

  • Email to Mike Romero-I don't have my phone with me but this morning at 10:00 my tire began to go flat so I took it to big o on 5th north across from Washington. While there the guy said my one brake pad was gone done to the metal and I had to have new brakes. The tire had a nail in it. Any way I told them to fix my brakes only if they could be done by 3:30 so I could go pick up Priscilla. If you get home and I am not there call the vet and see if she is still there and not with me. The vet closes at 6 and I don't want her to have to spend the night there. It's 3:45 now and I am leaving to walk over to see if the car is fixed. Hopefully it is and I can just get priss myself. Ben

 

7 December 2006- 10 December 2006

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11 December 2006 Monday

Here it is Monday again, I have a cold sore, and a residual cough but am about over my nasty cold.  This past weekend, I did nothing but sleep, clean, and write. I finally felt well enough to write my QSL column. It was days late, I'm finished with editing my 1986 Journal so I can post it.  I took out all the names except for people who are dead or have made their sexual orientation public.  I don't want someone whining that I outed them because we fucked 20 years ago.  I am also compiling my year in review for 2006 to store in my archives. That's taking some time but I am up to March already. Hopefully it will be done before the rest of the year is. I haven't heard much gossip but have been sick. I guess Michael Aaron is having another "Save Our Hot Tub" Fundraiser. He's so creative.  Ben Anderson came over Friday night for Chinese food and Mike Romero, Ben and I spent the evening listening to show tunes and debating the merits of Dream Girls. Do Straight men sit around on Friday nights singing to favorite show tunes and torch songs? Do Gay men do that anymore? Feel like a dinosaur but hey I don't care. I will take listening to Ethel Merman belting out Edie was a Lady She had Class with a capital K -anytime.  Of Course Ben A. had to listen to his favorite "That old Devil Moon" from Finnian's Rainbow. It was a toss up between Judy Garland and Petula Clark but I gave a slight edge to Judy...well....just Because! She's Judy for Gawd's sake!  So we had fun singing to the Sherrells, the Chiffons, Marvelettes, Martha Vandelis and all the rest sassy and sexy sixties girls.  Gawd I am so Gay! I even know all the words to Glen Miller's Perfidia!

 

12 December 2006 Tuesday

Peter Boyle, the actor known for playing everything from a tap-dancing monster in "Young Frankenstein" to the curmudgeonly father in the long-running TV sitcom "Everybody Loves Raymond," died on Dec. 12. He was 71. Boyle died at New York Presbyterian Hospital. He had been suffering from multiple myeloma and heart disease.

 

13 December 2006 Wednesday

I've got some bad news about Beyond Stonewall from the YMCA and I am so pissed about it right now that I can't process it.  Well maybe the universe is trying to tell me something. Some Mexicans kids doing drugs stole a car in the neighborhood and doing 70 miles an hour clipped a pickup truck, flipped and took out a neighbor’s tree. The fuckers bailed and when the cops arrived they said they couldn't do a thing because no one got a good description. Randy next door said he almost was hit by the car as he went to get his mail.  Another fine day in the hood.

 

14 December 2006

14 Mike Evans, best known as Lionel Jefferson in the TV sitcoms "All in the Family" and "The Jeffersons," died of throat cancer on Dec. 14 at his mother's home in Twentynine Palms, Calif. He was 57

 

15 December 2006-17 December 2006

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18 December 2006

Joe Barbera, half of the Hanna-Barbera animation team that produced such beloved cartoon characters as Tom and Jerry, Yogi Bear and the Flintstones, died of natural causes on Dec. 18.

 

19 December 2006-20 December 2006

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21 December 2006 Thursday

It's been a while since posting and it’s been hectic. All weekend I worked on copying data on 2006 for a Year in Review for the Q. Michael Aaron set a dateline for December 19 so I was cramming. Monday I was at my ESL class late so I was quickly running out of time so I sent it in as a two part article.

Last Friday Ben Anderson came over for dinner and Mike said he was going out to get a pizza. Ben and I sat around for an hour worried about where he might be since it only takes about 1/2 hour to get to Papa Murphys in back. When he does show up, he's pizza-less cussing out Utah drivers, and had only brought back some dinner for himself.

 Ben and I were flabbergasted! If he would have called and said that he had changed his mind I could have whipped something up in the time it took him to get back.

Anyway he goes into his room and doesn't talk to either one of us like it’s our fault! What an ass. And it’s been that way since, his not talking to me.

Saturday Ben and I hung out and he taught me a new card game called Cantan which I guess is all the rage in Europe. I was kind of bummed about Mike acting like such a jerk but decided not to let him spoil my Christmas.

Sunday took the pups in to the groomers in Sugar House through the snow and a $100 later I still have rotten dogs but pretty. I love them to death.

School was absolutely crazy this week with kids getting out for Winter Break on Wednesday. They were just bouncing off the walls and I came home exhausted.

Tuesday when I came home from school four patrol cars were lined up in front of my neighbors and my drive way. I got out and asked the cops if there was anything I should know about but they didn't tell me a thing. I know that there are gangs that live a couple of blocks over in some townhouses and they have been recruiting kids at Northwest Middle School.

I didn't have my cell phone for the weekend either since I left it in Ben's truck last Saturday. So today Ben went with me to Verizon to pick out new phone and to renew a contract.

We then went to Red Lobster with the gift card that my student teacher had given me. Last Friday also a former colleague at Orchard El, Jennifer Lewis, said that the bitch of a new principal had put her on probation. She needed to talk -she was so upset.

I worked with her for ten years and she's a fine teacher...but she's not LDS and the parents are trying to get rid of her because she drinks coffee and wears a cross on a necklace. I am so glad I got the hell out of that place.

Where I am now the parents love how I interact with their kids. We just had a Christmas skit called the bell that Couldn't Ring and the parents are grateful that I am still doing plays with their kids and not just cramming them full of science and math.

I heard from Chuck Whyte that he got his job at Tesoro Gas Station down the street from his house. It will save him so much time on a commute. I have finally made a decision about Beyond Stonewall after talking to the YMCA director last week. I've struggled over what to do until I've been sick over it and that's not what I had in mind when I wanted to bring it back.

Ben Anderson gave me some good advice and tomorrow I will post on the website what happened with the Y. Ben and I have been discussing the Gay Spirit and what the hell it is and why don't people have it anymore?

 

22 December 2006 Friday

No entry

 

23 December 2006 Saturday

I spent almost the entire day getting my Journal from 1986 posted on Blogger.com. I wanted to finish it before the year ended since I started typing it up back in January then added anecdotal information. Yesterday Ben Anderson came over for dinner and we watched Scrooge, the 1970 musical version of A Christmas Carol. When Mike took Smokey to go look at Christmas lights we cracked up at the absurdity of it all. We said that the song "I hate People" should be Mike's theme song and then we laughed some more. Earlier in the day I made a batch of Banana Nut Bread and a loaf of Date Nut Bread all which I glazed with Butter Rum syrup. I am not going to let Mike's attitude ruin Christmas. The only time I got out of the house today was to by some dog food and treats at Pet Co and I also bought groceries to make a pot of Vegetable Beef Soup. I also want to make a batch of Whiskey Cookies tomorrow as well as a pumpkin pie for my neighbors. I gave them the spiral ham for Christmas since I don't plan on cooking it now. I saw that Affirmation posted my Memoirs of a Utah Gay Activist 1986 on their web page with a disclaimer saying that it contained "offensive language". LOL I guess I said shit and fuck a few too many times in my journal as well as a couple of sons of bitches. LOL. Its 265 pages long so it's not quick reading. Time for bed....

 

24 December 2006 Sunday

Hope everyone is having a Merry Christmas eve. After doing some last corrections on my Journal from 1986 I am now done with it. It's kind of strange putting it out for the whole world to see. I must be some type of exhibitionist. I did some more baking today. I baked a pumpkin pie for Kimberly next door and some pumpkin cranberry bread, and some Whiskey Balls that you don't have to bake. i think I got carried away with the whiskey. Ben Anderson came over before going to see his son. We had a good visited and laughed about what a poop Michael can be. I fed Ben Vegetable Beef Soup that I made yesterday served with a crusty Baci roll.  I called Mom today and she's very tired but I guess all of my sister's kids and their families are there in Vegas for Christmas with her youngest son and his family getting in tonight just about now I suppose. Either Miss Daisy or Mr. Buddy pulled carpet threads out of the runner in the hall way. What naughty puppies on Christmas Eve too! The other day Buddy chewed a button off of Ben's new coat! Well I watched Romeo and Juliet, the 1969 version and like an old fool I blubbered all through the death scenes. The movie holds up well after all these years. Well it's the night before Christmas and all though this house my puppies are sleeping so I should go join them. Merry Christmas everyone. Hope everyone had a Merry Christmas Eve and is now tucked into their beds.

 

25 December 2006 Christmas Day

Ben Anderson came over this morning as I was baking an apple crumb pie. I called all my family and friends this morning especially John Reeves, Chuck Whyte, and Chad Keller who had to work today. I fixed a rotisserie roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, and peas for dinner. Mike didn't want eat with Ben and I and had left over Pizza. Ho Ho Ho Mr. Scrooge. He later lightened up when I left to say Merry Christmas to the neighbors and was taking digital pictures of Ben so that Ben could post them on his blog site. Ben gave me a pencil holder in the form on a man with his butt up in the air and when you but a pencil in the guy would moan and act like he was having the best fuck. It was really funny. It was my puppies first Christmas and Daisy stole one of the socks that had a chew toy in it before I could even give it to her. She was so cute.  Ben and I went over to his son's Jared to retrieve a card game called Catan and we played that in the afternoon until Ben wanted to go bar hopping. I thought why not?” How pathetic is that to go bar hopping on Christmas Day. We first went to Heads Up on State Street and 13th South and parking there is awful. The place was serving a buffet but we just bought soft drinks and looked the place over. It was my first time inside. On the plus side there's no smoking but on the down side there didn't appear to be much queer energy there either. well at least tonight. We then went to Try-Angles where Ben bought a membership and I finally renewed mine when Ben paid for it. The door guys were really fun and festive but inside people were more into their little groups. We looked the buffet over, had glasses of water, and checked out the crowd.  We finally went to the Trapp where the door guy named Ross was a complete dork. He could have cared less about us but just wanted a cover from Ben. Ben decided just to get a membership there. It was a little busier then the other places and a lot more smoky. So after inhaling second hand smoke for about 15 minutes we left and I drove around downtown to see the Christmas Lights. All is all it was a nice Christmas even with Michael being a dud.

-'Godfather of Soul' James Brown, died Dec. 25

 

26 December 2006 Tuesday

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27 December 2006 Wednesday

It is a blustery windy morning, and warm enough to melt all the Christmas snow in the yard. That's okay because yesterday I tore down all the Christmas trees and decorations and packed them up for another year.

My father died three years ago on December 26 and former President Gerald Ford died yesterday also.

I believe he was 93 years old. I was a young man going to BYU when Ford assumed office after the resignation of Nixon. He was a basically bland man so it’s surprising that so many people tried to assassinate him. The thing I remember most about Ford is his lame WIN buttons, "Whip Inflation Now" while the economy was tanking. Vietnam collapsed to the Communists, and the Swine Flu national Inoculation program occurred under his watch.

 I cleaned the house thoroughly after putting up Christmas and even bought a new area rug to replace the ones that my pups have been chewing on.

And now my back yard is like a muddy swamp with the snow melt and guess who is tracking in muddy feet? Rascals.

I spent much of yesterday researching and typing up an article on Kelbach and Lance to send to the Q for one of my future columns. Last week was the fortieth anniversary of their mayhem in Salt Lake City when our very own Leopold and Loeb raped and killed two 18 year old gas station attendants, murdered a taxi driver, and shot and killed two patrons at a beer tavern on the corner of 4th South and 9th West for thrills. I am sure that the powers that be from era believed that their homosexuality was the root of their pathological behavior.

 I also watched John Ford's 1939 classic "Stagecoach". I never get tired of that western melodrama and especially cute and young John Wayne. My father in his youth resembled John Wayne.

Ben Anderson checked himself into the hospital this afternoon feeling some chest pains. He’s staying over night for observations. 

Mom called and said that everyone has left or will be leaving in the morning from Vegas.  Charline’s been sick the whole time her kids were there but know she was glad to see them all.

Michael and I had another blow out last night.  He was eavesdropping on my conversation with my mom and he threw a fit that I had told her that I thought he had depression.  There’s no reasoning or talking to him. I am the one who is to blame for making his life so miserable.  I know he doesn’t even like me anymore and I am not sure I can live this way. 

While visiting with Jennifer Lewis because she is having problems with her husband, I said you have to decide whether your life is better, worse, or neutral with your partner. If it’s better or neutral you might as well stay in the relationship but if it’s worse then its time to bail and I think Mike’s relationship has gone from neutral to worse.

 

28 December 2006 Thursday

No entry

 

29 December 2006 Friday

Well this old year is about finished, and the new one is about to begin. I dread all the political hubris that's a coming.

Yesterday Chad Keller needed some help picking up some shelving so we were running around together. We first went to lunch at The Other Place and got caught up on gossip.

My friend Ben was still in the VA hospital being examined for chest pains so didn't get to see him but did visit over the phone. Went to a coffee meeting with Chad and Michael Aaron at a little place called Nostalgia on 1st South near where the old Blue Mouse and Cosmic Airplane use to be.

Michael brought with him copies of the Q just off the presses. Chad and he discussed the Fabbies Award and whether the paper should celebrate it's 1st anniversary or just lay cool until Michael can reclaim aspects of the Metro he wants from that paper. 

Saw David Nelson at the Coffee House with an entourage of his friends.

When I came home I was very discouraged seeing all the furniture that isn't Mike's piled in the front room. I don't know how I am going to move things by myself or store them or get rid of them. Felt like bawling. But just went to bed so I could get a good night sleep to tackle it all today.

The other day while talking with my mom, she was waxing on about old neighbors we use to have on Dale Street in Garden Grove where I grew up. She mentioned to me just in passing that our next door neighbors were "Jack Mormons". I wanted to laugh but didn't want to have to let her in on the ironic joke. My fate was set to be screwed by Mormons, ever since I was three years old. Little Stevie Campbell, age four, and I use to lock our selves in the bathroom and I would rub myself up against him and now I find out after all these years that he was Mormon! Truly "the gods of love look down and laugh at what romantic fools we mortals be"  Mom said after the Campbells moved, Stevie once came back as a young man just to visit the old neighborhood while I was away in college. She said he turned out to be a handsome young man. I wouldn't know because he moved away when I was five, fifty years ago. I guess you could say I started young, queer from my mother's womb.(Chad …  Offline Ben-- You have helped me when asked--the least I can do is help you. I am available to help you Sunday and Monday Chin up—CK)

 

30 December 2006 Saturday

I was so tired yesterday trying to figure out what to do with all the furniture dumped in the front room. But if there's a will there's a way. I put all the lazy boys back together, made a day bed out of the twin bed, pushed the loveseat down the stairs and out the door, and cleaned vacuumed and had my house back together by noon but exhausted. Ben got out of the hospital yesterday and wanted to go to the Bear function which we did. I am tooooo old for these kind of things anymore. Did see s few people I knew like Brad W. and others but on the whole going to bars just makes me see ghosts of Christmas past. Ben Anderson told me about some of his life story growing up in Palm Springs in the late sixties and early 70's. He had met Liberace and Truman Capote. I guess they hung old Saddam Hussein...

 

December 31, 2006 Sunday

 Well goodbye 2006..You won't be on my tombstone. Just got home from a different kind of party.

This morning, Ben Anderson while at Nostalgia, this gay friendly coffee shop, calls me and says that some guy named Tom emailed him on Bear 411 saying that he saw Ben and I at the Bear Party at Tryangles last Friday and asked if we'd come over for a little get together this evening. I told Ben why not so we agreed to come over to watch a movie and have some pizza.

The rest of the day I had Ben over for lunch and had quiche and a grilled cheese sandwich, and a raspberry pie. Then we went over to Chad's for a while where Chad showed Ben how to open some files on his Apple Macintosh.

Chad said he was staying home tonight to work on putting up the shelves we picked up last Thursday and Mark Thrash had a date. Back at the house we played Catan for a couple of hours when Tom Folk called and said two of his friends were coming over also. I thought the more the merrier.

Anyway Tom lives at the south end of the Valley and it took 40 minutes just to get there and once we were there the whole night was pure boredom. There were absolutely no queer energy among the three of them that were there. I tried to be social, talkative, be a good guest but felt like for the whole time that we were at the wrong house.

After eating and visiting in the front room, both Ben and I just wanted to leave. They talked about country western singers and when I was asked what kind of music I liked I proudly proclaimed, "SHOW TUNES"! They all looked at me like I had lost my mind but Ben was nearly ready to crack up.

So after explaining the Gay man's affinity for the Broadway Musical and they still looking like I was from the Gay Planet Blow-me, I just decided to throw as much queer energy at them as I could muster! Take that and That. In the name of Ethel Merman be healed!

They, however, only wanted to talk about skiing and rollercoasters. Eventually I said that we had to leave because Ben forgot his med's. It was as good an excuse as any. On the way home Ben and I kept wondering why in the world did Tom invite us over when he didn't show the least bit of interest in us, with no eye contact, little arm pats, back rubs, a shy smile, a suggestive remark. Nothing! When we left I even had to initiate a hug goodbye. Well Happy New Years...

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