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The Legend of Macomb Mall Vs. the Now

Thursday, October 30th, 2014

Some of my earliest memories are of a fascinating place mom and dad called ‘the mall’. More specifically, Macomb Mall. Mom would get me settled in the van, then we’d drive up there, usually to go to one of two card stores so she could stock up for future birthdays or events. I think she’s where I got my love of card shopping from. Not back then, though. I was bored with that crap and instead wanted to check out all 31 flavors at Baskin Robbins or meet dad and some of the guys he worked when they’d stop by the National Coney Island there. And if mom and I were at the mall during the afternoon, there were days we’d walk towards the small Little Caesar’s stand and stop for a slice, usually on the way to Sears when they still made products that lasted.

Peter & Gunn: A Story Behind an Unwritten Screenplay for Robin Williams

Monday, October 27th, 2014

One of the most fun things in the world I’ve spent over a year doing now is unpacking, cleaning, giving things to charity, throwing things out, trying to find things Honorable Husband insists I’ve misplaced or thrown out by mistake, and otherwise getting the house in order. It’s still not even close to being done. This baffles him because, as you know, any gweilo worth his training would have the place finished in no time at all. Silly half Asian… But I don’t do it to irk him. I’m just a little slow. Anyway, I was working in the basement last Friday and in need of some very loud music whilst I slaved away. I quickly loaded a few playlists I’d created last year and went back to it—HH insists I only take short breaks. And then that song played. You know the one, right? It’s the one that inspired an entire story in your head that you’d never gotten around to writing.

Well, to be fair, in this case it was a screenplay I’d never gotten around to writing.

Black Friday Creates Fuming Thursday

Thursday, October 23rd, 2014

There are a couple sides to this story. So, first I’ll acknowledge that there are folks who need the money, who may not have families and want to work, or who have families and want to work anyway, or who just don’t mind working the wee hours of Black Friday after Thanksgiving. Okay? Is that fair to say? Well, that was sort of last year-ish when several places opened up ridiculously early on Black Friday. They’re off to beat their record this year with businesses announcing they’ll open their doors at 6 p.m. Thanksgiving Day. Yes, Thanksgiving Day. So, what about the other sides of that story?

This Whole Catfishing Thing

Monday, October 20th, 2014

I was having an e-mail conversation over the weekend with my contact at PFLAG. He’s been passing along questions to me from the board and then answers from me to them regarding The Face of Gay book project. Anyway, he made a comment in our last e-mail and told me that he’d been telling them how easy I was to work with to which they expressed surprise. It wasn’t so much directed towards me, but rather at the perception of authors in general. Now, I’ve met a couple of prima donnas through the years, only I hadn’t realized the overall assumption might be that we’re all like that. It probably won’t help after reading an article that came out over the weekend about an author who took stalking to a whole new level.

Don’t Tell Cardinal Raymond Burke I’m Normal, Gay, & Married!

Thursday, October 16th, 2014

The news about so many states allowing gay marriage now—or at least being found unconstitutional to deny it to gay couples—seemed at first like a dream. How many of us (gay, straight, bi, trans) ever thought this would be a reality? The struggle for recognition and equality has been harsh and there’ve been some horrific fatalities along the way. Still, they’ve led to people’s eyes being opened a little at a time and it’s nowhere close to being done yet. Has it been worthwhile? I can’t speak for everyone—some within the GLBT community have made it clear they don’t believe in gay marriage and feel we’re doing harm to ourselves by mirroring our straight counterparts—but I can tell you that when I recall flying to NYC with Honorable Boyfriend and sitting in City Hall waiting for our number to be called to get our marriage license, we were downright giddy. And it was the kind of giddy everyone should be able to experience no matter what their orientation is.

When Someone You’ve Written About Reads Your Post

Tuesday, October 14th, 2014

Have you ever noticed that the people who you want to read a certain blog post you’ve written don’t, and the one or two people you secretly hope don’t read it actually do? Murphy’s Law? Maybe. I make an honest effort to minimize this potential problem by knowing who these people are and the likelihood of them actually taking an interest in what I’ve written, which is generally pretty low…low-ish…not 100%, much like a condom. Sometimes, though, you’re unexpectedly and gently hit with the realization someone you wrote about—who you didn’t think would read it because they take very little interest in your career or you, personally, which is not always a bad thing—has read it and is commenting on it to you. Such was my life Sunday.

The Face of Gay 60 (Anonymous)

Saturday, October 11th, 2014

It’s fairly easy to tell with these posts if the author is a member of the LGBT community or an ally. Sometimes, though, what they have to say doesn’t have so much to do with where they fall into either distinction as much as it does with the experience(s) they’re telling us about. The question may come up today, however, and rest assured, the author of the piece is bi. I bring it up before you read this so that you won’t be sitting there wondering while you read it. You can instead focus on the story, which is difficult to ignore. Welcome to our sixtieth Face of Gay.

When In Doubt, Maybe Put Your Horror Franchise In Space?

Thursday, October 9th, 2014

I LOVE the month of October! Love it! Why? Because it’s the one month out of the year when I can get away with fattening up my horror movie collection. Honorable Husband won’t touch it with a ten foot pole, but he’ll also not give me any grief about picking some new titles up. Or some old titles. I actually got him to watch Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein, which he enjoyed. He grudgingly agreed to go to the dollar show back in 1996 and watch Hellraiser: Bloodline with me, which he didn’t enjoy. And I’ll be honest, it was payback for making me watch How To Make An American Quilt. Screw the art of forgive and forget; I get even. Those were some interesting years then because it seemed several horror franchises ran out of ideas and turned to the final frontier.

Eh, I Had More Hair & You Were Thinner Back Then

Tuesday, October 7th, 2014

Honorable Husband has been trying to get me to fly down to Florida for a year now. The stated reason was to visit his mother—my mother-in-law—and enjoy some relaxation (aka heat and getting exercise bringing him cold drinks). I’ve resisted, mostly because I also knew the unstated reason; he bought a vehicle from his mother and wanted me to drive it back up north. “We can save money on a plane ticket!” Uh, huh. ‘HE’ can save money on a plane ticket and having to drive it up because it’ll be done for him. This, dear readers, is why I’m going to send him a Boss’s Day card in a couple of days. Sarcastic? A bit. Loving? Always. The truth? There are days I wonder. But he also knows his days are numbered. Honorable Husband’s text to me after learning that the US Supreme Court denied all the gay marriage appeals? “Your 50% gets closer and closer…legally anyways. ;)” Ah, love!

Here’s One For The Road For Eugie Foster

Thursday, October 2nd, 2014

People say it happens in threes. My father-in-law passed away last year, my mentor this year, and then a friend and fellow author a week ago. I gotta say that all the wrong people are dying. I know this because I have a list and none of the ones who’ve passed have been on it. It’s a strange feeling when you finally get to an age where people you’ve known start dropping and it’s not a ‘good’ strange feeling either. The fellow author—Eugie Foster—was two years younger than I am. Not that there should be an age where things like this start to happen, but if the universe every considered it, it should a hell of a long ways past 42.