Victims of These Gay Days

In these days of changing ways. So called liberated days. A story comes to mind of a friend of mine.

Georgie boy was gay…I guess. Nothing more or nothing less. The kindest guy I ever knew. His mother’s tears fell in vain the afternoon George tried to explain…he needed love like all the rest.

Pa said,

There must be a mistake. How can my son not be straight? After all I’ve said and done for him?

Leaving home on a Greyhound bus. Cast out by the ones he love. A victim of these ‘gay days’ it seems. Georgie went to New York town. Where he quickly settled down. And soon became the toast of the great white way.

Accepted by Manhattan’s elite in all the places that were chic. No party was complete without George. Along the boulevards he’d cruise. And all the old queens blew a fuse. Everybody loved Georgie boy.

The last time I saw George alive?

Was in the summer of ’75! He said he was in love…

I said,

 I'm pleased.

George attended the opening night of another Broadway hype. But before the final curtain fell, deciding to take a short cut home. Arm and arm they meant no wrong. A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue. Out of a darkened side street came a New Jersey gang with just one aim…to roll some innocent passer-by. There ensued a fearful fight. Screams rang out in the night. Georgie’s head hit a sidewalk cornerstone. A leather kid, a switchblade knife. The sight of blood dispersed the gang. A crowd gathered…the police came. An ambulance screamed to a half on Fifty-Third and Third.

Georgie’s life ended there! But I ask who really cares?

George once said to me…and, I quote…

He said,

Never wait or hesitate. Get in kid before it’s too late. You may never get another chance. Cause youth is a mask…but it don’t last. Live it long, Live it fast.

Georgie was a friend of mine!

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Taking Women Far too Seriously

Walker Evans
Walker Evans (Photo credit: Seungho Han)

What I don’t understand is women! Plain and simple. One would think my being a lesbian would lend some benefit to the art of grasping the female sex! It doesn’t. Matter of fact, I honestly believe it leaves me more vacant in the wooing and friending department than most males.

I was only joking my dear  Looking for a way to hide my fear
I was only joking my dear
Looking for a way to hide my fear

Women are difficult to be friends with. They are caddy and often times unsure in their stance on things. For instance, one day a woman will want a big piece of chocolate cake. Not a problem, I’ll run down to the store in the pouring rain on my moped and get one fresh out of the baker’s mitts for you.
Next day?
“Honey, do you want me to cut you a piece of chocolate cake?”
Response from the depths of mood swing hell:
“No, I don’t like chocolate cake. I never did.”
WTF?
Furthermore, when befriending a woman I often wonder, does she think I have an ulterior motive? Am I coming on too strong? What happened to females having female friends?  Should lesbians just have male friends?  Should lesbians just be friends with their dogs?
When you are a lesbian it can be uncertain waters when making nice nice with someone and not having other paranoid thoughts creep across your creepy mind.
Men have it easy. By definition they are slow to emotional disturbance. They are the turtle not the hare when it comes to getting to the point. And, generally, when led by the hand, men are akin to the domesticated dog. Easily trained, assumed to have little or no depth and fun to have around for short periods of time.
This month I have taken a vow. I will not befriend a women. I will not acknowledge their presence other than to nod my head and smile. I will dumb myself down to a dull rounded athlete with a two word vocabulary, yup and okay.

In ending, as it seems I am on a Rod Stewart kick. I discovered this song back in my womanizing days. I take it out from time to time. Dust the lyrics off and remember that I still have a long way to go before I start taking women far too seriously.

 

Walker Evans
Walker Evans (Photo credit: Seungho Han)

Ever since I was a kid at school
I messed around with all the rules
Apologized then realized
I’m not different after all

Me and the boys thought we had it sussed
Valentinos all of us
My dad said we looked ridiculous
But boy we broke some hearts
In and out of jobs, running free
Waging war with society
Dumb blank faces stare back at me
But nothing ever changed

Promises made in the heat of the night
Creeping home before it got too light
I wasted all that precious time
and blamed it on the wine

Chorus:

I was only joking my dear
Looking for a way to hide my fear
What kind of fool was I
I could never win

Never found a compromise
Collected lovers like butterflies
Illusions of that grand first prize
are slowly wearing thin
Susy baby you were good to me
Giving love unselfishly
But you took it all too seriously
I guess it had to end

Now you ask me if I’m sincere
That’s the question that I always fear
Verse seven is never clear
But I’ll tell you what you want to hear
I try to give you all you want
But giving love is not my strongest point
If that’s the case it’s pointless going on
I’d rather be alone
‘Cause what I’m doing must be wrong
Pouring my heart out in a song
Owning up for prosperity
For the whole damn world to see

Quietly now while I turn a page
Act one is over without costume change
The principal would like to leave the stage
The crowd don’t understand

The Killing of Georgie Boy

It is a somber New Hampshire night…therefore, the hour is calling me towards some unbiased reflection. Seems the GAY word is all the rage these days. Didn’t ya’ all know? Those friggin weirdos have been around for centuries. Perhaps, since the dawn of time. Everywhere I look around someone has their big girl panties in a wad over ‘it’s our right not yours.’ or ‘it’s Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve‘ don’t ya’ know?

Reproduction of Diane Arbus' "A young man...
Reproduction of Diane Arbus’ “A young man with curlers at home on west 20th street”picture, shot on 35 mm film developped the old fashion way (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Makes me sick. Makes me sad. And, mostly, you guessed it, it makes me somber!
When in a somber mood, back in the day, I would just crack open a cardboard box of Riunite. I don’t have that as an option anymore so I just walk the dogs. I stroll with my four legged friends and sing to them. Supposedly they love it because they have never turned down a psychotic break around the neighborhood. That’s what is commonly known around our house as walking the dogs.
Tonight I put Rod in the old MP3 player. Leashed up the brethren and headed into the mean streets of town with a tear in my eye and equality missing from my heart.

Diane Arbus Photography
Diane Arbus Photography (Photo credit: thefoxling)

In these days of changing ways
so called liberated days
a story comes to mind of a friend of mine

Georgie boy was gay I guess
nothin’ more or nothin’ less
the kindest guy I ever knew

His mother’s tears fell in vain
the afternoon George tried to explain
that he needed love like all the rest

Pa said there must be a mistake
how can my son not be straight
after all I’ve said and done for him
His mother’s tears fell in vain
the afternoon George tried to explain
that he needed love like all the rest

Pa said there must be a mistake
how can my son not be straight
after all I’ve said and done for him

Leavin’ home on a Greyhound bus
cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems

Georgie went to New York town
where he quickly settled down
and soon became the toast of the great white way

Diane Arbus Photography
Diane Arbus Photography (Photo credit: thefoxling)

Accepted by Manhattan’s elite
in all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George

Along the boulevards he’d cruise
and all the old queens blew a fuse
Everybody loved Georgie boy

The last time I saw George alive
was in the summer of seventy-five
he said he was in love I said I’m pleased

George attended the opening night
of another Broadway hype
but split before the final curtain fell

Deciding to take a short cut home
arm in arm they meant no wrong
A gentle breeze blew down Fifth Avenue

Out of a darkened side street came
a New Jersey gang with just one aim
to roll some innocent passer-by
There ensued a fearful fight
screams rang out in the night
Georgie’s head hit a sidewalk cornerstone

A leather kid, a switchblade knife
He did not intend to take his life
He just pushed his luck a little too far that night

The sight of blood dispersed the gang
A crowd gathered, the police came
An ambulance screamed to a halt on Fifty-third and Third

Georgie’s life ended there
but I ask who really cares
George once said to me and I quote

He said “Never wait or hesitate
Get in kid, before it’s too late
You may never get another chance
‘Cos youth a mask but it don’t last
live it long and live it fast”
Georgie was a friend of mine

Turning to take my corner home I held a horrible thought near to my tears…I have lost more friends to the bigotry of hatred with an unknown origin than I have to any addiction or affliction… that lay in wait for us all.

Those Were the Days

English: The 1979-1986 round one wheel used on...
English: The 1979-1986 round one wheel used on daytime Wheel of Fortune. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars (film)
Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars (film) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Photo of the Cast of the television program Al...
Photo of the Cast of the television program All in the Family. Standing are Sally Struthers (Gloria) and Rob Reiner (Michael); seated are Archie (Carroll O’Connor) and Edith (Jean Stapleton), who is holding the child who played the Bunker’s grandson, Joey. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A California woman has defied the odds to become only the second person in the history of the game show Wheel of Fortune to take home the $1 million prize.
I wanted to have some fun and solve some puzzles – I feel like I’m in a dream.”
States the lovely contestant; Mrs.Erhard!
I had forgotten Wheel of Fortune! Misplaced my cue card somewhere back in 1997! How on God’s green earth is this show still around?
But it made me stop, look and listen. I have questions and I know I’ll never find all the answers.
Where is Vanna White?
Did Pat and Vanna have an affair?
Why is Pat still there and Vanna gone? Doesn’t that say something about our societies views on ageism and how men can be seen as distinguished and women? Well, they just sag and nag as the years pile on…get rid of them…stick ’em in a wax museum.
With Wheel of Fortune back in the tasseled lime light…my age began to get the best of me.
1. I thought Jean Stapleton had already died.
2.Steven Tyler, Mick Jaggar, Rod Stewart and a host of others should maybe put some thought into giving up on the ‘sexy’ rocker idea. Their grandparents for Christ sake.
3. Why is there a show about Amish people? What the fuck? If I wanted to watch a horse and his or her buggy I’d go to the county fair.
4. There should be a reality show called, Lesbian Swap! Now that would be a show to remember. Cat fighting and butch ball breaking.
5 Did I just hear a song about crashing cars in to bridges and feeling like a plastic bag?
Enough, is enough , is enough already.
Nonsense I say.

I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs.
I crashed my car into the bridge.

I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care.

 

I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs.
I crashed my car into the bridge.

I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care.

You’re on a different road, I’m in the Milky Way
You want me down on earth, but I am up in space
You’re so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch
You’re from the 70’s, but I’m a 90’s bitch

I love it!
I love it!

I got this feeling on the summer day when you were gone.
I crashed my car into the bridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw your shit into a bag and pushed it down the stairs.
I crashed my car into the bridge.

I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care, I love it, I love it.
I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care.

You’re on a different road, I’m in the Milky Way
You want me down on earth, but I am up in space
You’re so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch
You’re from the 70’s, but I’m a 90’s bitch

I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care, I love it, I love it.
I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care, I love it, I love it.
I don’t care.
I love it.

Icona Pop obviously never listened to ‘I left my cake out in the rain.’
But she’s a 90’s bitch and I’m a 70’s fool.

 you knew where you were then girls were girls and men were men Mister we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again
you knew where you were then
girls were girls and men were men
Mister we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again