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It’s a Thursday. Pretty nice day out. Not too hot, a nice breeze. Can’t really complain. The blues I had earlier this week have fallen by the wayside.

Perhaps that is from talking to some friends on the phone. Unfortunately they seem to not be having a good time. Relationships on shaky ground for some. It’s a position I am glad to not find myself in.

Things with Bill and I are OK. He was driving me crazy and I harbored some resentment but then I realized that you really shouldn’t hang onto that for too long. Communicate early and often as Bobby Risotto was fond of saying.

Interesting things happening within the ranks of the rank, the anti-gay movement, specifically the Focus on the Family ‘tards. It seems the Florida attorney general paid $87000 to an expert witness to speak against same sex couples adopting children.

The ‘swipe is named George Rekers. The news was brought to my attention by Joe Jervis of Joe.My.God. It’s now an international story, as this was from the BBC: George Rekers was photographed at Miami international airport last month with a young man whom he allegedly met through a gay website called Rentboy.com.

Rekers claims that due to surgery he’s unable to lift his luggage when traveling. So instead of hiring an assistant he decided to go to Rentboy and hire a young man to travel with him to Europe for 10 days, all expenses paid.

When confronted about this Rekers stated that he is just like Jesus, hanging out with prostitutes and showing them the error of their sinful ways. The hustler stated that they had sex and Rekers seems to be a bottom.

From the BBC: Mr Rekers sits on the board of the National Association for Research and Therapy of Homosexuality (NARTH, an organization dedicated to changing the sexuality of gay people). I guess Rekers was unable to change his sexuality.

I am amused by the whole situation. Stories about anti-gay people being caught in gay situations, like Larry Craig and his toe tapping routine, Roy Ashburn being arrested for DUI after leaving a gay bar and now Rekers after being the expert witness in a case against same sex couples adopting children.

In case you were wondering, the profile on RentBoy.com describes the hustler as “sensual” and “up for anything”. Of course he also offers a graphic description of his genitals. I should have known that I needed to revamp my resume and forget about Monster or Career Builders.

Rentboy would have been the way to go. Live and learn I suppose. Versatility apparently has it’s place.

I spent about 2 hours by Pier A strumming the guitar. I think I am getting better with it. I should be, an hour a day is what is recommended and here I am strumming for more than that. Be Bop A Lula and C’mon Everybody are being added to the repertoire.

I usually strum by Pier A, across the street from Club H Fitness. On nice days sometimes a personal trainer will take their trainee outside and do whatever it is they’re suppose to do. Just as I started playing Hercules by Elton John, out comes a trainer with his client stretching and lunging and doing reverse crunches right next to me.

Most odd, but very easy to ignore.

Anti Gay Larry Craig, arrested for soliciting an undercover cop in a MPLS restroom

Anti Gay Larry Craig, arrested for soliciting an undercover cop in a MPLS restroom


Anti Gay Roy Ashburn, busted for DUI after leaving a gay bar where he had been drinking all night

Anti Gay Roy Ashburn, busted for DUI after leaving a gay bar where he had been drinking all night


Anti Gay George Rekers who received 87k for fighting against same sex couples adopting children. Hired male prostitute for 10 day all exp paid trip to Europe, saying prostitute was there to carry his luggage.

Anti Gay George Rekers who received 87k for fighting against same sex couples adopting children. Hired male prostitute for 10 day all exp paid trip to Europe, saying prostitute was there to carry his luggage.

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Yet another day where I find myself not wanting to write, but compelled to do so. I have a few threads that I could possibly make something out of. It could be a stretch, it could be patchwork. It could be a rhyme and it could be without reason.

Last night had dinner with Julio & Stine for Alexander’s birthday. Some kind of bratwurst, potatoes salad, chicken salad, homemade rye bread and salad with some wine and home made birthday cake.

We sang Happy Birthday to Alexander who shouted ‘No! No!’ throughout. I brought my guitar and strummed a bit, but Alexander didn’t care, not when there were crayons and Thomas the Tank Engine and friends to draw all of his attention. Julio and Stine appreciated it though.

I thought the wine buzz would be enough to make for a restful sleep but that was not to be. I didn’t take a melatonin before sleep and therefore didn’t sleep all that well.

For some reason I decided not to go into the kitchen and take one, so stubborn I was with myself. Lot’s of tossing and turning and in the midst of that I jacked up my knee a bit. Just made for some difficulty when I walked.

The whole ‘something’s not right with that knee’ feeling.

I did go out and play guitar today, played some Specials songs, naturally. Do Nothing and Gangsters. As expected no one paid much attention, but some drunkards settled in at the next bench. They really enjoyed my playing and would applaud after each song.

Then they would bicker and one would walk away. Then he would come back and sit. Eventually the two of them walked away for a while then came back and sat further away. When I was done playing I walked past them and they both commented that I was a good guitar player.

Then they bickered again.

I went to the supermarket, I was out of Stevia which I got as well as some Ramen noodles for the homeless shelter that was doing a collection outside the supermarket. Bought them some lentils too.

Came home to wake Bill up so he could get ready to drive down to Atlantic City again and found him awake and getting his act together.

Played some more guitar and watched Bewitched which is really a terrible show, or rather was a terrible show. Canned laughter! I’ll have a double, better make that a triple! Haw haw! Everybody drink and drive!

I couldn’t help but remember something from National Lampoon, a comic where Samantha and her mother are having sex with demons. Edna Kravitz, the nosy neighbor has her eyes burned out while spying on Samantha and her coven.

The comic ended with Samantha and Endora being burned at the stake, Endora spewing forth profanity at everyone involved.

Now that was funny.

No plans to do anything tonight. I did think about seeing A Hard Day’s Night at the Loews in Journal Square with Chaz and Andy but opting to stay home once again. Perhaps a walk later on.

Anything but writing.
Please.

one half of my audience

one half of my audience