"""Reed received electroconvulsive therapy in his teen years to "cure" homosexual behavior; he wrote about the experience in his 1974 song, "Kill Your Sons".""" <-- this linkey dinkey is from '70, listen to it .... with one hetero ear and one homo ear --
oh! friday - a swanky party in gramercy park, proper....
complete with grande dames -
- & grand dolls... (lovely).
uh! saturday - the leaves are changing in new york, we tend towards melancholia & reminiscence of autumns past ............. (once again, lovely)
aah! sunday... we hostessed a small brunch, (beer & quiche) to facilitate some rock & roll business; we had invited six and only three appeared... the rock just doesn't roll as easily as it did in '79....
however - we did find this on the youtubes - and as a consolation prize, for the oldest of said rockers, that did show up, we are posting this song (no real video though)... but it is a great, quick pop song, check it out.... ...top ten in the UK. & #1 independent single in the US.... our naive lewis playing bass & singing backup-
were you goovey in '80? do you remember this song?
then.... motherfucking bloomberg thinks he's going to single handedly turn NYC into stockhom or something... new york is going green... WHEEE... they are reconfiguring many important streets around the city, (first ave, second ave, third ave... astoria blvd!!)--- it will not work. we are being sober and honest when i tell you - that i have never, ever, neverever, ever seen ONE cyclist obey ONE traffic law ever.... this is NEW YORK CITY- delivery people might be professionals..(might be).... anyone else, i consider to be a delusional MORON...
... BUT this is the usa, and bloomberg has bought his way into history -
thou shalt not smoke thou shalt not drink thou shalt not drink soda thou shalt not drive thou shalt not thou shalt not sorry, but if you are a cyclist in NYC, you won't live long enough to live long
....and judging from the comments upon your latest post....
i truly feel less alone....
(the kids love you too) -
i would put a link here, but this is not about the interwebs....
you -
freeform really sucks for those of us who have the guts to choose to live it -
but "those of us" , wouldn't have done it any other way....
which makes "us" who we are.
friends are few in the crowd of many -
& you know fame is overrated -
and everyone you know just throws money at you...
...i mean it just falls out of your pockets?
and, it is just so inconvenient to have to bend over and pick up that excess...
...Right?
right.
mendacity is the devil; the devil is in the details....
and needs be, must be, that you exert your genius...
and not necessarily at the chateau, or on fabulon, or with A&G widgets, or in buttfuck wisconsin, or engaged in or with johnny, sally or sue....
so, you will do that you do do.
(god, i love english)
& i hope i am around to witness it....
i'm gonna stop here, and then continue my -
ode to thombeau....
i'll pick it up with the following:
ok it is tuesday evening an i am back -
"come play with us"...
was my exact first interaction with la chateau -
and (being always up for a parlor game with people of similar jib), thought out loud:
...HELLO...., i am new here....
... we had to make our own way...
"is that invitation general, countess?"
and after a slight pause, dearest Thom made it quite clear:
"yes indeedie".
game.
i thought & was correct -
however it became clear, shortly, that i arrived at the end of the fourth quarter -
(as is reflected in a couple of posts back, and some may have noticed that i changed the title from "i'm missing you T" to "i'm missing you Two")
so now you all know that i generally only lie to save face from being honestly sweet..
THERE I SAID IT
this whole blogwhoring thing is very new to me, and i've found that, it is at least as nice as any boyfriend, or even friend that i've ever had....
so...
(so,so,so,so many) -
imagine my surprise when i learned that my internet buddy is just like everyone else, indeed, just like me....
my new baby needs a break -
(on so many levels)...
so i say:
fly, little starling, fly....
high, and away -
'til the ocean becomes a sapphire pond,
& dessert sands become as honey and never dry.
dwell not upon times wherein we see nothing gay...
no matter how unseemly, so dear, so fond
and now you see we are of similar ilk -
but i live in new york city...
and...
i will send you a bill -
qw
i'm not a stalker dear T, i will just miss your presence more than i will miss others'
xoxo
w
there a three separate & equal branches of our government...
obama chose to side with congress by appealing the judgement, and not the court...
(i personally believe the DADT judgement equitable, as opposed to the DOMA judgement, which looks sketchy at best, (i would have appealed that judgement too.)).
actions speak louder than words...
either the president has revealed his principles, or, he is bowing to principals...
...at least i know where i stand, and conservatively estimating, so do about ten percent of his supporters (if not more)....
... which is the same spot we've been standing in for years, and years, and years...
why vote?
... let the ants take over the world...
... maybe the kids that choose to "check out", know more than i do...
(i am a real christian; i am not equipped to judge others.)
i am, however, starting to see how they view their "fierce advocate"....
& i pray for any parents that read this that your child will not "evacuate" for being or feeling "different"...
that includes malia & sasha...
only time will tell...
old world keeps on spinning....
the bullshit on planet earth remains constant...
the "good people" of the world have been screaming, for a couple of thousand years now,: "give us Barabbas".
let me get another beer...
got one...
sometimes i let my mind wonder & wander,,,
i imagine that i'm having a grilled american cheese on white bread with a bowl of tomato soup at the lunch counter at an aqua coloured diner ....
then i get snapped forward into my senses ...
... and realize that i am not cicely tyson, and i will never taste that tomato soup from the fountain, ever....
(unless i move to a civilized country,(of which there are so many to choose from these days, as those countries laugh at the USA)
and i hear all those civilized countries snickering at the president's decicion...
... rightly so...
...talk about red-faced...
baboons beating their chests upon the plains...
very christian...
WE ARE THE MORAL COMPASS OF THE WORLD ???
who's afraid of virginia woolf?
i am...
& i wonder who the next president will be?
because tonight barry opted out...
(too bad, really, many people, everywhere, wanted him to be a winner, but turns out, he's just barry from the block.)
dancing in a mustard field... (mustard is a plant seed) M&Ms cubed... (colorful butts) a proper sit down... (made from birchtree roots) ava... (genetically lucky) ...gathering nuts in may, nuts in may, nuts in may.... (here we go)
let us go to the lunch counter and have a grilled cheese and discuss what to do... ... oh, wait, i'm not allowed at the lunch counter... but you are... i guess i'll just wait over here by the back door 'till you finish your grilled cheese, ... then you can tell me what you guys at the lunch counter decided.... mas'er