September 16, 2016

"Police: Cyclist attacks Portland kids with pepper spray, yells racial slurs" Oregon

http://www.oregonlive.com/portland/index.ssf/2016/09/portland_family_says_they_were.html

Attacking women and children!


Deplorable.

March 31, 2015

I'll just leave this here.... NSFW LYRICS!!!!!

February 10, 2015

My how times have changed....but then again...not.

Use to be, we adjusted our antennas because there was snow on the TV. Now I have to "hit the dish" because there is nothing on the TV, but there is snow on the antenna!

January 10, 2015

Miss Panti Bliss "Too tired to put up and shut up"

I just watched this video at another sight and wanted to share it here. Panti describes my experiences as a 51 year old gay man to a T.

The video is about 19 minutes long. Panti talks of her expeiriences as a 45 yo gay man and how something as simple as holding hands in public is never a casual intimate contact for the GBLT community. She says it better...Just watch!

I think her observations and conclusions about how we in the GBLT community are seen by homophobes is spot on.

And is she not a great example of the roll the archetypal drag queen has in society... to see it, to read it and to tell it like it is!

December 7, 2014

My latest hero: Brendan Jordan!

I must say, it does my gay ole heart a lot of good to see such out and out confidence in one so young!

Dance Like no one is watching!

This viral video has launched his modeling career!

December 6, 2014

A little love for the mid day crowd...

Coyote & Crow at Bedford Ave. Williamsburg NYC 11/2014- "Me & My Uncle" Grateful Dead Cover

December 6, 2014

boy, 12, kills himself after 'he was bullied (cross post from GD)

http://www.democraticunderground.com/10025916730

Just wanted to share this here....

December 5, 2014

boy, 12, kills himself after 'he was bullied

Folsom, California: 5 December 2014

A 12-year-old boy has killed himself after schoolmates bullied him for being a cheerleader, according to friends.

Ronin Shimizu, a former student at Folsom Middle School in Folsom, California, took his life on Wednesday afternoon but police are not releasing any further details about his death.

The school district has confirmed that the boy's parents, who also have a younger son, complained on multiple occasions that he was being bullied and officials said that they followed protocol.

But friends say that the taunting continued. He recently left Folsom Middle School to be home schooled.


Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2862375/Boy-12-kills-bullied-cheerleader.html#ixzz3L40Hq6y6
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Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-286



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1976: I was 12, my abusive father had died in March. That summer we moved to a new school because my mother could no longer afford our home.

My tormentor sat in front of me in home room.

Our teacher was also the football coach. My tormentor was the quarter back.

My tormentor was the son of a prominent doctor in out town.

Every day he would punch me in the left arm. Every day, multiple times a day. I had a lump on that arm that did not go away until my senior year.

Two of his buddies sat in the row next to us.

Everyday I heard the names. Every day I felt the blows. Every fucking day.

Go the the teacher asking to change seats. Tell him why. He tells me to hit my tormentor back. Right...pasty ass, over weight, abused, grieving child....Hit back at the most popular, in shape bully with all his friends.....not going to happen.

My heart grieves for Ronin and his family. Another gentle soul gone.....

August 27, 2014

I cannot believe I am posting this so soon....

last Thursday I posted we were having Hospice come in to care for my mother. Intake was Friday, Monday was to be her first nurse visit for her. ...

My mom died Monday morning. The whole weekend went by so fast... Family members began coming by Thursday. For 3 nights her kids and grand kids slept curled up in her big bed... 5 or 6 at a time. A family friend brought her 1 month old, named for my mom and she got to hold her. She actually responded to the baby...she loved her babies so....

August 21, 2014

Hospice begins for my Mom, tomorrow.

I am having trouble seeing this as the tears flood done my face. My sister and I have been her guardians and caregivers since July of 2010. Horrible actions taken by family members led us to secure court guardianship that year and my partner and I moved from the west coast back to the east coast, bought a two family home for the four of us.

Mom has senile dementia: possible Alzheimer's. She was diagnosed years ago. When we moved back, she still knew I was her son , after telling her my name.

For years she passed off having forgotten names as bad eye sight...she does have macular degeneration. When we moved back, she had loss the sight in her rt eye due to carelessness on the part her former caregiver.... her own daughter. Our big fear was she would go completely blind before she dies. That was a question she asked me on the way to her eye doctors, "What if I go blind before?" She never said before what. It was one of those moments in the life of dementia when a glimpse of her old self came out. And she sounded scared....like a kid. All I could do was hold her hand, assure her that THAT was not going to happen, and if it did we would be there. That was last summer. She still has peripheral vision in the left eye. She makes jokes about it and squints, making funny faces. Today she can barely open them, and when she does, she can still see.

For a year or so, when I would drop in, The conversation went like this...
ME: "Hi, Mom! It's me, *****."
Mom: "Oh!, Hi *****. You're my son, *****? Right?"
ME: "Yup, That's me!"
Mom: eyeing my 6' , 250lb body "I gave birth to you?!? Ow ow ouch!"

Then there are the hugs. I am tall, she no longer is. I stand straight, she is almost bent double. Most people, she ends up hugging their hips. Her and me... we got it down. or rather up...When she says yes to a hug, she stands, I kneel in front of her with my arms out, I prompt her to put her arms on my shoulders. My head lays at her breast, her head rests on mine, her hand caresses my hair. With my arms gently supporting her, she can settle into a position supported on my shoulders and we time travel, I am 5 and she is 35, I am two and she is 32, I am 50 and she is 80. I let her be the first to pull back. Some times she is done quickly. A little slap on the shoulder... "you can go home now!" Sometime she lingers...humming in my ear. I pretend to fall asleep and snore. I can hear her laughter through her chest, deep and motherly. "Oh poor baby, we need to get you a bed!" other times" That's right.... you just sleep right there."


Last week after visiting, I was tending the flower pots on her front porch when she asked my sister who that nice fellow was. My sister called me by her son's name... the look on her face when said "I think my name is*****".

This week she is having bouts of DEEP sleep, the kind you cannot rouse her from. She wakes up with a start, eyes pop open, try to focus on who is in the room...goes back to sleep. I want to tell her she can go.... but I can't. My brother evicted her 4 years ago. He doesn't think she was aware at the time. Last month as she was leaving the hospital after a brief stay, she asked my sister if they were being kicked out of her home again. I cried again and privately raged again at what he did to her, my sisters and myself. And now, I want to tell my mommy she can go and we will be ok...but I can't...not yet not in such straight forward words as that. The way will come.

So tonight I wait.... hoping I'll sleep better tonight. Tomorrow's list, contact our funeral home and let him know (and seriously check to make sure he is still alive. He is older than my mom), shop for a headstone, contact her burial trust for info. oh and be back by one for hospice.

Hospice begins for my Mom, tomorrow. I am sad.