July 2010
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June 2010
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Little Boy Lost
I have to say the most towering, haunting, revered figure I can think of from my childhood is my grandmother Anne. No one in my fading memory of my formative years takes up so much room, and has so much influence on who I’ve become, which is remarkable given that she only impacted the first 6 years.
Quite of the ideals that I think I try to carry in myself I can trace to her. Her love of...
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Ka-Boom
One of the few times my father ever seemed to get excited about anything was for the 4th of July, for fireworks.
Never did he get excited for Christmas, or Thanksgiving, or his own birthday, but at least I know there’s a reason behind him not liking his own birthday.
But what endlessly fascinates and entrances him like fireworks is still a mystery. Nothing will rile his passions like...
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A Reflection on 10 years ( + or -) on Pride Week...
It seems so distant, that time when I was officially closeted (We’ll just ignore my success or lack of success in keeping that secret), to today, as I stand a 28 year old Gay male, looking at how genuinely an exciting time for many SF Pride week is for many. All the prepping, preening, and economy stimulation (“what do I wear?” “honey, something that doesn’t show beer...
Toy Sable
I’m weird admittedly.
I’m a car nut.
My mother swears my first word was not mother or father, but Car. My cousin Gary remembers by the time I was 4 I was able to name each passing car at least by Make and Model, and soon by model year (which admittedly was hard amongst a host on new and recently used cars in the mid 80s since planned obselescene was something of my fathers childhood...
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