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The Mouse that Roared

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It seems like I was busier yesterday than I was today. Yesterday I suppose I was. I did go into the city and even though that was about all that I did, it was a lot more than I did today. Today I went out in the morning, bagels, papers and groceries and that was it.

Too damn cold. It’s been in the 18 degree range all day and quite windy too. That was enough for me. No need to go outside so going outside was something I didn’t do. Bill came home this afternoon after driving to Atlantic City again.

He left last night and I walked him to Church Square Park seeing him off. I then went to the supermarket for some items before coming back home and getting sucked back into watching the Lord of the Rings broadcast. Friday night was The Fellowship of the Rings, last night was the Two Towers and tonight is the Return of the King.

I watched the first part with commercial interruptions on Friday even though I have the deluxe editions for all three on DVD. Last night I switched back and forth between the Two Towers and That’s Entertainment on PBS.

It made for an interesting mix, going from Orcs to Liza Minnelli to Sauron to Van Johnson, from Esther Williams and Peter Lawford to the Battle for Helms Deep. That’s how my evening was.

Well I was just momentarily distracted. For the past half hour or so I’ve been removing and changing the name of a certain character from my past who’s parents have just found out their daughter was a lesbian.

I suppose coming out is good at anytime, but it generally best for all concerned to do it at an earlier age, rather than being outed in your late 30’s. Myself, I was outed when I was 21.

I knew right off the bat when I was 14 that I was gay, but of course in the 1970’s there was no one I could talk to about it, no support systems. Well that’s not entirely true. There was a support system, but it was geared towards adults, not teens since back then it was the equivalent of pedophilia, adult gay men giving advice to gay teens.

I was looking to move out of my parents house and with my being outed it seemed like the perfect excuse to go. I wasn’t asked to go, but I realized that I couldn’t live my life the way I wanted to if I lived under my parents roof, with their rules.

Plus installing a sling would have raised my father’s eyebrows through the roof.

I’m sure it wasn’t easy for my parents and my siblings probably had to do a rethink about what they thought about me, but other than that I was fine. I never felt any shame in being gay.

What’s the point in that? Are you going to live your life for your parents or for yourself? Are you going to live a lie, lie to your family?

I knew I was gay much like people know that they’re straight or bisexual. In fact being bisexual is probably more of a confusing thing.

Who's that lady?

Who's that lady?

You Must Be Good for Something

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Plenty cold out today. I woke up at around 11:00. No shame in that. No need to get up earlier. Life was better, more comfortable and a lot warmer in bed. I’m sure the ones who have something to say about my waking up at 11:00 are the ones who had to get up earlier than that.

I don’t put them down for getting up so early so they should just keep quiet on the subject. I didn’t do much, didn’t go out for the bagels, didn’t get the paper. Bill was on his way back from Atlantic City. I did have the plan to head into the city and get a new calendar though.

I watched Live from Abbey Road. They featured the Hoosiers (not from Indiana), the Black Keys and Manu Chao. The Hoosiers, who I did not know of before were impressive, or at least the lead singer’s voice was impressive. Manu Chao I knew of and have one or two of their CD’s. They’re OK. I liked them more 10 years ago, Julio turned me onto them.

The Black Keys were a big disappointment. Too noisy, too metal. They seemed like nice guys though. They reminded me of bands that would play McSwells on a Thursday night. Nice enough to talk to but you’d want to leave the room if you could when they played.

Speaking of Thursday night bands from McSwells, the horrible Soundgarden has decided to get together. I guess the pretty boy front man’s solo career didn’t go as he had hoped, Chris Cornell. His last attempt was something done with Timbaland who usually has the golden touch. Not in this case though. Yes, I guess you can tell that I think Soundgarden sucks.

I also watched a documentary about Gay Muslims in the UK. Man, religion is so stupid and the world would be so much better if people would just stop believing in these idiotic myths.

I took the Path train in, and stopped by Guitar Bar and said Happy New Year to Jim Mastro.

The train wasn’t too crowded and I stood next to four Port Authority police officers. Read the New Yorker, finally made it into December so I’m making progress. Walked over to Barnes & Noble on Union Square. Very cold out but I heeded Bill when he came home complaining about how cold it was so I dressed in layers.

I decided to exchange the John Lennon biography that I had gotten since I read it already and found the music book section. I exchanged the Lennon bio for Revolution in the Head. Yes it’s a book that I’ve read before but it’s more of a reference book, with details on all the songs the Beatles had recorded.

I had a copy that I needed to order from the UK a few years ago and lent it to my brother Frank. I asked for it back but he said he didn’t have it. Whenever I read something about the Beatles, most of the time, Revolution in the Head gets mentioned.

I took it out of the library a few months ago but it was the first edition. This version has been updated in 2007, the third edition. So while I returned the Lennon bio which I’ve read before, I exchanged it for another book that I had read before. That is so me.

Could not find any Beatles calendars so I bought an Elvis Presley calendar which is so not me. I figured after reading a quite from John Lennon saying that Elvis changed everything for him, that if it weren’t for Elvis, there would be no Beatles.

I certainly can’t say I’m much of an Elvis Presley fan at all but I do like the Sun Sessions. When he still had balls.