The Jaguar made a sound like nuts and bolts tossing in a dryer, somewhere by the front left wheel. It always made it now when you pulled up to the curb. Andy jerked his hand to the key and shut it down, both to stop the noise and any additional damage it might do. He…
Two Spirits
When I saw Little Big Man years ago, I had mixed feelings. I almost wished Dustin Hoffman wasn’t in it. I thought it was one of his worse performances, bouncing between clownish and Capital-A Actory, and his character took up most of the time while being the least interesting part of the story. When you…
The New Black
When I first came out and started learning about gay life in the 1990s, I had a couple of eye-opening experiences. One concerned how little cooperation and socializing there were between gay men and lesbians (something I only recently found historic roots for in After Stonewall). The second came from my naive assumption that most…
Coincidence
An excerpt from today’s diary entries: I went to the G2H2 party last night at Gordon’s amazing house, all vaulted ceilings, fireplaces, and massive exposed beams, like a National Park lodge. He and his partner ran it as a B&B for 15 years before getting tired of all the work it entailed. It was a…
The gray nun
In thinking of Dan this year, I recalled two of the nicknames he assigned, “snow goose” (when winter came, my nose would start running, and I was soon honking into handkerchiefs) and “the gray nun”. Dan was ordained as a priest around 1950. He loved it, and thrived in the work. He would never have…
