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Spirits Having Flown

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Here we are. In a room full of strangers. Standing in the dark, where your eyes couldn’t see me.

Well that’s me. That guy in the dark. Do you know what song that’s from?
Do ya? I ain’t saying.

Last night I watched O & RM again. Recorded Heroes, which meant I missed the last couple of minutes and have no idea how it ended. In a fit of pique I erased it. Happened the previous two weeks. Disappointment. I lived though.

Then I watched some Billy Joel footage from the late 70’s as a penance of sorts. Penance for what, I couldn’t tell you. It is Tuesday though, that much I do know.

Good news from my sister Annemarie regarding her husband’s health. The rheumatologist doesn’t think he has an autoimmune disease. They were afraid it was lupus and I know how bad lupus can be. So that’s a relief.

Good to get some good news for a change. Mostly everything I heard was bad news lately.

Woke up late this morning. I didn’t sweat it though. I was in the office by 8:30 somehow. Still on last weeks New Yorker which is a good one.

Haven’t heard from Harpy regarding this week’s issue. He’s been calling me up telling me how good the issue he is reading is. So I guess I will have to find out for myself.

The stalker phoned a few times again today. What will it take to drive her away? I just checked my messages. She called three times since I left the office this afternoon. Consecutive minutes, from 4:43 to 4:45. Each time in what may be Korean, which I don’t speak at all.

I am feeling better today, more so than last night. Last night, just doldrums of a sort. Feeling blue, feeling lonely.

This arrangement of Bill staying with his mother has been a strain. Can’t really say if Bill’s noticed how I’ve been feeling. It’s doubtful since he hardly ever sees me. Maybe five minutes a day lately.

It’s all a sacrifice I suppose for his mother’s own good. I can bite the bullet, I have to. It’s just that I wish he were here. And I’m sure he wishes the same. Bill has to do what Bill has to do. Plain and simple.

Tomorrow is Wednesday and I am taking a day off from work. Tomorrow is also International Human Rights Day, which this year has A Day Without Gay tied to it.

A Day Without Gay takes it’s lead from A Day Without Immigrants from a few years ago, when a lot of recent immigrants did not go to work to prove the point that these recent immigrants do a lot of work that gets overlooked and not accounted for, while the immigrants got scorn and abuse.

Tomorrow LGBT people are to do the same. I first heard of it via Harpy’s girlfriend’s Facebook profile and it seemed like a good idea. Plus I had some vacation days to use before the year’s end. I immediately put in for a vacation day when I heard.

Apparently I was supposed to call up and say I wouldn’t be going in since I was gay. But me being me, I didn’t follow the rules. Still I will be absent and not spending any money, which meant I had some food shopping to do tonight. It should be interesting to see how it turns out.

There is some sadness to report tonight. Over the weekend, Saturday night/Sunday morning two Ecuadorian brothers were leaving a bar and headed home.

They were a bit drunk and walking arm in arm when a truck pulls up and four big guys come out and start bashing their heads in with an aluminum baseball bat shouting about fucking spics and fucking faggots.

The assailants got away of course, hiding in Bushwick. The two brothers were brought to the hospital, where one of them reportedly died this afternoon. The two brothers were not gay, just perceived to be gay.

It sickens me when I read about Huckabee saying gay people haven’t had dogs turned on them like black people did during the civil rights struggles in the 1960’s.

It sickens me when right wing religious leaders take out a full page advertisement in last Friday’s New York Times complaining about how put upon and abused Christians have been since the passage of Prop h8.

It definitely sickens me, hearing their silence when these two brothers are assaulted and possibly killed, when Matthew Shepherd is murdered in Wyoming, when transgendered teenagers are slaughtered in their homes in Colorado and elsewhere, when other LGBT are assaulted or killed.

Oh yes, those poor put upon christians, life is just so hard for them.

How can their put their biblically approved hatred into practice when people are starting to call them on it?

Jesus must be so proud of these douche bag motherfuckers, the assailants and those in the fucking pulpits condoning such vile, heinous actions through their words of hatred and loathing.

11:10PM- The brother who is on life support is still barely alive. They are waiting for the parents to arrive and decide whether or not to take their son off life support.

Breakdown

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A quiet Sunday. Last night was a quiet Saturday. The whole day mainly. I watched Today in NY yesterday morning and there was Pat Battle interviewing Mitzi Gaynor. Mitzi Gaynor was going to be on Long Island public television promoting a dvd of her TV specials from the 1960’s and 70’s. I’m sure I watched them on occasion since there was only one TV set in the house back then.

For those playing at home, Mitzi Gaynor was in the movie South Pacific. Well at 77 years old she’s still singing and dancing as I found out last night while watching the PBS show. There was nothing on TV that I wanted to watch and I thought I would kill some time before watching Baby Mama.

It was a lot of clips from the specials as expected and there was Mitzi Gaynor looking quite good and perhaps sexy in the Long Island studio last night. A GILF for some I bet but I don’t think she’s a grandmother.

After that I watched Baby Mama and wow was I disappointed. Definitely not as good as Mean Girls and nowhere near as funny as 30 Rock. I think the best scenes were shown in the trailers and commercials. Really a disappointment.

Then it was Saturday Night Live which was a repeat so I was in bed by 12:30. Bill at his mother’s apartment, Juan- who knows where. Woke up and went out this morning, got some bagels for the third floor family. Alexander just bouncing around in his stationery bouncy thing. Julio and Stine muddling through their morning.

I went into the city this afternoon to do something on my computer there that I couldn’t do at home. Chatted with Annemarie on the phone, told her of my plans to stop by the Hoboken Barack Obama office by the Path train. And that’s where I found myself, offering my time to help with the campaign.

Tomorrow after work I will be by the Path train registering voters, and maybe Tuesday as well since Tuesday is the actual deadline for voter registration in New Jersey. I also offered data entry and phone bank. I’m sick and tired of these idiots from the McCain camp spewing hatred and expressing how ignorant they are.

I told Harpy the other night on the phone that I was watching Obama speak and I realized, I love this guy. I worry about him and I’ve made donations to the campaign when things were better only a few weeks ago. I just feel I should do something, contribute to the campaign other than monetarily. My sister told me a political news blackout might be a good thing, so I’ll unplug from the TV info for the week.

At least that’s the plan. So instead of watching it on TV I’ll be campaigning instead. Just a week without election news on TV, though as I write that I fear I’ll be missing the info that O & RM supply that doesn’t get much coverage on the local and national newscasts that I watch.

But then again, there’s Truth Out, Media Matters, Huffington Post, Daily Kos as well as tons of others that I get the information from. You have to admit, television is the big mama of all the info sources.

Hell I grew up with TV, more than my siblings. It’s generally on all the time here. Rarely do I play music with the sound off of the TV or totally off.

Right now Bill is home watching the latest Chris Rock HBO special. I’m not watching it but hearing it actually. I watched the premiere a few weeks ago and it was ok. Still just ok, just a little bit funnier without having to watch the jump cuts from stage to stage around the world.

If you take the Path train to Hoboken around 6:00 keep an eye out for me. I’ll be the guy in the suit and tie registering new voters. Go Obama!

Yesterday’s Gully