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Kage Alan and His Flying Robot!

Thursday, March 28th, 2013

This past Tuesday finds another checkmark on the list of things I’ve been waiting to come to pass. Johnny Sokko and His Flying Robot received its first official DVD release and will sit with honor next to my Ultraman DVD set. Oh, the horror stories my poor parents could tell you about my afterschool routine not being complete unless it included an episode of either show. I could have been reading. I could have been doing homework. I could have been playing sports. (sigh) But no, I wasn’t. And I have no regrets about that or any other way I spent my childhood. It was all about the imagination with me back then and it’s because of this that I’m the writer I am today.

Wanted: Outback Steakhouse in the Afterlife

Monday, March 25th, 2013

I’m not a good patient. Never have been and never will be. I used to find more reasons to get out of bed while sick when I was growing up than my mother did for reasons why I should stay in it. Ironically, when I wanted to stay in bed is exactly the time she thought of reasons why I should be up and about doing chores. We never did find a balance. This last week has been a bit of a beyotch. I managed to go to the hospital up until Sunday (the 17th), then had to separate myself from everybody since I didn’t want anyone else coming down with what I felt was coming on. It wasn’t the best time for that to happen, especially since I wasn’t able to be at the hospital with my husband and brother-in-law when their father passed away.

The Face of Gay…Er…Bi 29 (Wayne)

Saturday, March 23rd, 2013

I greatly respect all the contributors of this series, especially when they’ve approached me with topics or ideas they felt might not be a match. Nothing has been turned away so far and it’s not my intention to do so. If nothing, this series has helped establish a rapport between people, it’s generated conversations and documented some incredible stories. I’m anticipating today’s entry will fit right in. Bi-sexuality hasn’t really been covered…until now. Welcome to Wayne’s Face of Gay…er…Bi.

A Voice in the Present Becomes a Voice in the Past

Tuesday, March 19th, 2013

(***This is in lieu of my regular Thursday blog post.***)

“And how we face death is at least as important as how we face life, wouldn’t you say?” (James T. Kirk)

I was perhaps twelve the last time I saw someone suffering and close to death. I didn’t understand it from a personal aspect, only technically that my grandfather was hallucinating most of the day from the medication and that he had cancer. We weren’t close. It hit much closer to home this time. The word ‘surreal’ comes to mind and I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. The emotions ebb and flow, the tears come and go and the memories flash before our eyes, each different from the other between the three of us.

The Waiting Game

Monday, March 18th, 2013

Sunday, March 17, 2013. Have you ever watched someone slipping away? I haven’t. I’m a total newbie at this, which is odd considering my real age and not my fake age. Things tend to play out like scenes from movies and television programs we’ve been watching for years. The difference is those of us here are now living it. The doctor at the hospital has been trying one last ditch effort to get things on track this weekend, but she warned us that it may not work. It’s not working. But that’s okay. My father-in-law is resting comfortably and has been mostly unconscious since Friday. Truth be told, I’m sure he’d rather have been unconscious anyway yesterday when family members came to visit. Oy, vey.

Classic Blog Post: From Finland With Love

Saturday, March 16th, 2013

I wrote a post a couple of days ago about why I blog and saving a bit of myself for the years to come. Memories are important. They’re important to us and there are times we share them and they ‘click’ with someone else. We become connected by sharing. Memories are extremely important at the moment. At this time, it’s Friday (yesterday) afternoon and my husband and I found out about an hour ago that his father (my father-in-law) has only a couple of days left to live. The cancer in his body has robbed him of any nutrients they’ve put in and is shutting his organs down a little a time. We continue to hope for a miracle. But memories will soon be all we have. This post today from 2009 is a happy memory for me. Someone reached out and said something kind because of something I’d written. I’m sharing this with you and hoping you share some good memories of your own.

Many hugs,


The Why Behind Why I Blog

Thursday, March 14th, 2013

Mortality has been a topic of conversation around both my family and my husband’s family as of late. There’s been a lot going on, mostly personally and a little professionally. Ideally, I’d prefer that be reversed because it’s much easier to write about exciting things going on in one’s professional life than to take a chance on whether or not one is giving too much information about one’s private life. I do discuss a great many things going on in my private life, yet there are limits even I recognize. Only, why document any of it at all? Is there a point to it?

The Inability To Accept Giving Up

Monday, March 11th, 2013

There is an unfortunate consensus between my husband, undersexed brother-in-law and me that my father-in-law-who-doesn’t-know-he’s-my-father-in-law may be giving us less-than-subtle hints that he’s either giving up or given up. It’s something that’s been on our minds the last couple of days, only none of us knew the other was thinking it nor did we want to be first to say it. This would seem to be one of those rare subjects that’s brought up as a last resort and no one wants to jump the gun. Yet, it would appear to be staring us in the face.

The Face of Gay 28 (Patricia Logan Part 2)

Saturday, March 9th, 2013

Two things. First, someone asked me two weeks ago if writing a Face of Gay post was by invitation only. It’s not. Anybody can contribute one. Or, in today’s case, more than one since we have our first repeat offender. So if you’re getting something out of reading these posts and want to contribute one of your own, please let me know. I’ll be more than happy to get you on the calendar. As it stands right now, I have nothing lined up after today.

Second, when it comes to today’s contributor, I frequently joke about Patti being old. Because it’s true. Anybody who brags about giving George Burns his first noogie before introducing him to Gracie Allen–in a fictitious bio I wrote for her that nobody’s read–is old. But she has a heart of gold. Well, it’s gold-plated. And my dear friend and fellow author is opening up her heart in that non-surgical way for her second Face of Gay.

To Therapize or Not to Therapize…That Is the Question

Thursday, March 7th, 2013

Life sometimes throws a snowball at you and giggles. Fine. Life sometimes throws a snowball with yellow snow at you and giggles even harder. A little annoying, but, really, what are you going to say? Fine. Then life sometimes decides to pelt you with snowballs before sending a giant frickin’ snowman sized snowball hurtling after your ass. That’s typically when you start shouting “Hey! Knock that sushi off or I’m going to tell my husband!” Never annoy my husband. It’s not good for the universe. But even he sometimes can’t fend off the universe when it tries to give you a meltdown. That’s when people very politely and very kindly and very cautiously suggest you look into getting some help.