35° in Hoboken on Wednesday. It’s been a blase day. I sent in a resume and job application to Gay Men’s Health Crisis (GMHC) and they were kind enough to reject me not long after receiving my resume. Most jobs say nothing for a few days but GMHC stood up and said ‘No fucking way’.

I did the AIDS walk to raise money/consciousness back then and I also volunteered to work the GMHC Dance-A-Thon in the 90s a few years in a row at the Javits Center. I escorted celebrities like Rosie Perez. Rosie and her crew were a bit drunk and I was on my way to being gakked.

Madonna stopped by our backstage table and Rosie asked Madge, ‘How you are?’ Madonna looked odd, dressed like what seemed to be Heidi or an Alpine look, and with shaved eyebrows.

Over 40 years ago I went to an early location of GMHC, in someone’s apartment in Chelsea. Jet Watley, my dear friend thought it would be a good idea, since I had crabs and this was a way to make sure I didn’t have anything else.

The attendant in the apartment jabbed my arm a few times, trying to find a vein to take a blood sample. Crabs were the worst of what I had, and unfortunately, Jet Watley passed away of AIDS about 6 years later.

So thanks but no thanks from GMHC. They asked for references and I contacted 2 people who offered to be references from Bratty McGrotty. One was on vacation and one was working and they both replied that they were willing. The one that was working did their best to bolster my spirits in spite of my dour outlook on this situation.

Bill and I did our stroll around Hoboken this afternoon while I gathered my steps. Bill had a lot to say about things that were bus-related and I told him of my 90-minute TED talk with Mike about Theology, Religion, and Atheism.

Meanwhile, the country is going to hell. The Tesla guy and his minions are gathering data and information from the Treasury Department and today was trying to get into the Department of Labor.

Last night L’Orange Merde stated his desire to go to Gaza and bulldoze and get the Palestinians out and put them elsewhere to turn Gaza into a spot like the French Riviera on the Mediterranean. Despite outrage and disbelief from people like myself, the razing of our systems goes on.

I’m sure Russia’s Puta is fine with it, watching the decline of the United States without having to fire a shot. I think the Russian Puta has dirt on L’Orange Merde and it in turn has dirt on the majority of the GQP which needs its hunger for power to be sated.

I brought that up with Mike as well. I’m surprised he remained awake for my 90-minute chat since I felt it probably sounded like talk radio playing when one is trying to sleep. Bill listens to things on his eyemask with tiny speakers when he sleeps.

Sometimes I hear these affirmations.