Thursday, November 8, 2018

Another Shooting



Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Two Netflix Choices - Not Exactly "Popcorn" Worthy, But Worth Watching

Need some relief from politics and not looking forward to all the Black Friday advertising? Try a couple of Netflix documentaries. Not ones I'd pop corn for...but be my guest and go for the popcorn if you like. Enjoy!

Packed In A Trunk - The Lost Art of Edith Lake Wilkenson

The Untold Tales of Armistead Maupin

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Worse Everyday: Pence's "christian rabbi’ Ignores Shooting Victims to Pray for Republicans

With all due respect for the victims of anti-Semitic violence in Pittsburg, their families, their loved ones and the entire community, I post this entry:

I watch the news every day and I am generally expecting, (and my expectations are always met),  more outrageous news from the current administration.

All the blogs I read are commenting on the news, expounding on the outrageousness and stupidity and dangers and illegalities, and atrocities of the administration and its supporters.

So I have pretty much given up blogging about it myself, as others do a good job and, well, who reads this blog anyhow?

But every once in a while there is a story that really gets under my skin. This is one of them:

Link: Article on Pence's "Christian Rabbi"   (Be sure to read the Twitter comments in the article)

and here: LGBT Nation

Who knew there were "christian rabbis" trying to convert Jews?

And that one would be invited pray for republican candidates days after the shooting at the Synagogue in Pittsburg, rather than pray for the dead?

The height of insensitivity gets higher every day with this arrogant, ignorant, self-serving administration. Hubris beyond the definition of hubris.

I fear Pence (who is calculating and fanatic, if not outright evil) is inherantly more dangerous than our president (who is merely a stupid, arrogant, narcissistic puppet).

Sunday, October 28, 2018

I Guess This Is A Bright Spot In The Week's News

Matthew Shepard's ashes were interred this week at the National Episcopal Cathedral.

A bright spot because the interment is not only fitting and respectful, but it also serves as a strong message to all fundamentalist christians that they do not speak for all people of faith. Especially in view of the fact that Matthew's parents legitimately feared that any grave or memorial site would very likely be vandalized.

That is a sad commentary on the state of our world.

Over the past twenty years we LGBT folks have seen so much progress: we've won Supreme Court victories, we've gotten marriage equality, we've had LGBT celebrities come out, we see sympathetic, multi-dimensional and mainstream LGBT characters on TV and in movies. We've gotten the sense that we've arrived, that we are not only tolerated, but accepted and even admired; that the world we live in has become safer and more enlightened and that our country's values have evolved.

UNTIL the new wave of hatred, intolerance and bigotry arrived on the heels of this current president's campaign, beginning in June of 2015.

The floodgates were opened further on election day 2016, when many of his supporters felt that their hateful opinions were given legitimacy and they became hell-bent on un-doing and destroying everything that Mathew Shepard and the LGBT community had fought for and achieved.

It is just inconceivable how we have arrived at this place.

It is wrong and discouraging that we should have to see our fortress being dismantled piece by piece, or that we should have to fight the good fight all over again.

And all those allies and friends sometimes really don't seem to fully get it. There is danger afoot in this administration and among it's rabid supporters. Stay vigilant.

We will not be shaken, we will be strong. Stay strong my friends, stay strong.

Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Leon & Frank - 4th Anniversary October 25th, 2018

This is for my hubby, Leon, in celebration of our 4th Anniversary and 30 years of sharing our lives with one another. So I am posting this little slide show of some of our moments together. It maybe a bit pretentious, but hey, it's my blog.

I, we, Leon and I, have been truly fortunate.

During my many years of self-doubt and anguish I never believed I would have a boyfriend, a lover, a partner, a spouse, let alone 30 years of friendship and love. Such things were not even in my realm of imagined possibilities.

But here we are. After 30 years, still going strong for one another.

Thank you Leon, with all my love:

Music: Jeff Krassner, I Will Be Strong For You from the album of the same name.

Monday, October 15, 2018

Popcorn Movie - Deep Water - Netflix

Sunday was a stay-indoors Netflix day: cold, wet and dreary. We decided to binge-watch an Australian 4-episode miniseries called Deep Water. 

Australian Detective Tori Lustigman gets deeply  involved in investigating the murder of a gay man near Bondi Beach. She and partner Nick Manning are led on a trail of evidence that goes back to a series of gay-bashing murders that took place in the 1980s and 90s that were never solved or pursued by the authorities.

Intricate threads of evidence and connections are revealed as the story evolves and the many loose ends keeps one wanting to watch and learn more. There is not only the mystery being solved, but also the many deeply emotional scars that the characters reveal during the investigation that make the story compelling. (not to mention some eye-candy) We had to watch it through to the end of the 4th episode to see how the many loose ends are finally resolved. Definitely recommended (but if you are anything like me when it come to other than American English), with this caveat:

USE YOUR CLOSED CAPTION OPTION because the Australian accent is very strong (especially that of Chief Inspector Peel). The closed caption made a world of difference as I was getting exhausted trying to translate Australian to English in my head and missing much of the dialogue. Did the rewind from the beginning after 10 minutes, with captions...much better.

The story is based on actual cases of a large number of murders of gay men that took place along the Australian coast in the late 80s and early 90s. *

After a whole day of cold, dreary rain on Sunday, we woke up to this, this morning:

Much too early in the season for snow and freezing temps in this neck of the desert. Hope I can save some of those tomatoes!

* Note: I have been irritable, angry, cranky, depressed and disturbed all day today (Monday) and I think it has something to do with after-effects of watching the "Deep Water" story. The fact that gay men were (and in many cases still are) bashed and murdered for being who they are, is disturbing to the core. 

As Wikipedia states "The drama is based on the historical, unsolved hate murders of possibly 30 to 80 gay men in Sydney's eastern suburbs and beaches in the 1980s and '90s."  A documentary was aired by Australian TV at the same time as the series.

Links to the documentary here: Part 1
Part 2

I haven't watched the documentaries yet...I'm not sure I'm ready emotionally to watch.

Monday, October 8, 2018

Sand and Potato Chips

We returned home from our extended vacation just one week ago today. Two adults and a 100 pound dog in a small RV/camper with no slide-outs for five weeks was truly a test of love and endurance.

We didn't kill one another or even argue for that matter. Just enjoyed the closeness and learned to dance around one another while getting dressed or cooking or lounging.

I'm not sure I would want to do another long trip in that particular RV...something a bit roomier maybe.

As far as doing another trip out east to my favorite beach in all the world, well, I don't know if it will happen again.

One thing about getting old...the world of possibilities seems to shrink with every year. First of all there is the slowing of the engine, the aches and pains that make youthful activities a bit less enjoyable; then of course there's the shrinking finances - this trip was not cheap even though we stayed in our RV and cooked most of our own meals. The old Ford diesel was very thirsty.

I was ruminating on these thoughts while cleaning out the old Ford diesel pick-up this afternoon.

Vacuuming up the beach sand and potato chips on the floor of the truck, watching the sand get sucked up into the void like a memory fading into forgetfulness...was kind of sad and nostalgic and I wanted to save those grains of sand for some day when I need a beach fix.

The sand of Cape Cod is granite and quartz, grains of brown, tan, yellow, grey, pink, and clear crystal - large grains as beach sands go. Unique? Maybe not. But it's my sand and I love it.
Potato Chip Hazard Ahead?

Friday, September 28, 2018

TRIP to the East Coast Part 2

We are currently in western South Carolina visiting Leon's mom and family. I must say we are not used to the humidity. My apologies to those blogger buddies who live here or anywhere in the Southeast...I don't envy you. Everything here looks so moist and moldy. Many of the deciduous trees look bare as if they are dying off and the very dark green oak trees seem to shed dead leaves all year giving the countryside an unappealing look. The Kudzu vine is, however, green and lush as it devours the trees upon which it grows.

Leon and I, and Benni too from what I can discern, are more than ready to return home. Yes, New Mexico is home. For all its shortcomings (lack of water and rain, every food smothered in green chili, ubiquitous juniper trees dotting the otherwise barren landscapes, the Italian bread void, and the intense, unrelenting sun), I think it suits us well.

I've noticed the stark difference in general friendliness of people in the East vs. those in New Mexico. I can say that I've become a friendlier person since living there and my overall mood has improved a great deal. I attribute it to the sunshine unobscured by dense forests or tall buildings.

Anyhow, that's where I'm at today as we prepare to head West tomorrow.

Having returned to some of our old haunts in Vermont, New Hampshire, Massachusetts and Connecticut, I am left with a weird feeling of having died and gone to New Mexico. Perhaps it is, as some say, the Land of Entrapment...going back East this time was both enjoyable and disappointing.

The weather at the Cape (Provincetown) was not ideal as we had several rainy, cloudy days. And the darn Achilles tendonitis (or more precisely, tendonosis) was like a constant thorn. It's going on 10 months now and physical therapy only gave me partial relief.

In a nutshell, walking the beach was excruciating...and I had to make it to "Boys Beach" (now "Boys Island" at high tide due to the re-configuration of the coastline after winter storms) which was over a mile from the parking lot. Call me a glutton for punishment, a masochist, a fool, but that is the gay beach and it is, to me, like Capistrano to a swallow.

And if I thought P-town was going to the wealthy two years ago, it has certainly gone over the chasm now. The "early bird specials" are few and run about $19+. Dinner for two, with beverage, no alcohol, with tax and tip will run a minimum of $56. Friends of ours were eating out every night...the Lobster Pot, Front Street, Ciro and Sal's to the tune of $70 to $80 or more for two.

Sadly out of reach for the common aging hippie or young gay person or anyone retired on a small income (me). Thankfully we had saved and as always go "cheap" at the campground and making most of our own meals. Even the Littleneck clams I bought for my homemade linguini and clam sauce were 50 cents each. I made it for myself when Leon went to dine with the Yankee Chapter of Lambda Car Club.

Anyhow, here are some photos. Not the greatest, but... (Having difficulty uploading and other technical issues, so in no particular order)
Despite the Weather, the Province Lands and National Seashore
 is Still My Favorite Place

Lots of Tacky or Sometimes Cleaver T-shirts

Shops in Early Morning
The Harbor and Town Beach
The Eastern Desert - Pines Instead of Junipers

At Race Point

Funky Street Art
Leon and Benni in the Background
Grey Mood on a Cloudy Day

Pilgrim Monument
Herring Cove After Winter Storms
Boys' Beach Becomes Boys' Island
When the Tide Breaches the Beach Cut
Watching the Instructional Video for the 18th Time
Before Getting Our Oversand Pass
"The Bird, Bird, Bird....Bird is the Word"
Driving Over Sand Road

Horse Farm Near the Campground

This Old Map Showing the Oversand Routes
Has Been in the Ranger Station
for as Long as I Can Remember

Driving Out to the Beach

Being barefoot on the sands of the National Seashore with the sea water splashing a salty spray is still my idea of heaven.

 At Provincetown's McMillan Wharf

The Infamous "Dick Dock" at the BoatSlip Inn

Beach Rose
Last Night's Dinner at the Canteen

Benni Got Together With His Old Girlfriend Katija

Goodspeed Opera 

A few photos of Gillette Castle in Haddam Connecticut and the Chester-Hadlyme Ferry

Connecticut River

Connecticut River Ferry - the 2nd Oldest
Continuously Operating Ferry in Connecticut

....and Daversa Family Reunion along with some of our friends at Pagliacci's Restaurant:

Uncle Chet at 96

Benni Settled in for the Ride Home


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