hi all. this is a bit triggered by the marines sexting photo sharing scandal.[s] it doesnt seem like its reverberating around the media much, but what a scandal. it has all the elements. its also a very 21st century angle with the social media angle. also, there are new actual laws against "revenge porn". am shocked it is not a bigger deal and wonder if the so-called "controlled mass media" is involved in low-profile suppression of it. one wouldnt want any bad stories about…Continue
Little Brother Eddie flew in this past weekend for reasons I cannot divulge, except to say it had something to do with the upcoming book. In any case, he had one request: “I want to go to Frankenmuth.” I asked why. “I want to go get noodles from the restaurant we ate at last time, and I want to stop off at the outlet mall.” I asked why. “Because I like the noodles.” I didn’t mean that part of the reason. “Oh, I want to shop for some clothes for my niece and nephew.”
LB’s niece is…Continue
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
Even though Ivanka Trump and hubbie Jared Kushner apparently convinced Daddy Dearest not to overturn the pro-LGBTQ executive order that was enacted by former president Barack Obama in 2014, I do not stand with Ivanka and Jared. I stand with them.
Even though in his statement, he, whom I call Not My President, said that he was “determined to protect the rights of all Americans, including the LGBTQ community,” I do not stand with him. I stand with…Continue
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
I grew up in their version of reality.
In the 50s, Communism was evil and Capitalism was good. Free speech was censoring movies, books and TV, and questioning students on college campuses. Queers and trans people were sick and perverted, a threat to truth, justice and the American way. A commie lurked around every corner.
In Catholic school, sex education was telling us not to…Continue
“Don’t go,” Little Brother warned me. “She wants to eat you. Or they’ll find your body floating in the bay.”
The Grandmonster had invited me to Hong Kong for the Chinese New Year this year, and while I’m sure she’d very much enjoy watching the Police finding my body in the bay on the evening news, there was something else afoot. My little brother was immediately concerned, but mostly because I haven’t updated my Trust yet to include giving him all my airline miles in case of my…Continue
2017, huh? Am holding on to the hope that the odd years match the even numbers in the Star Trek films, and that we’re in for a good twelve months. You have no idea how desperately I’m clinging to that, especially since it hasn’t exactly been the most festive holiday season. We lost some recognizable folks in December. It hit me in an unexpected way because, while I didn’t know them personally, they were a visible part of my life while I was growing up.
I think we tend to hold these…Continue
Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
Not a Grandmonster was stirring,
not even her spouse (cause he's dead).
The electronic music playing stockings were hung on the wall with non-permanent hooks and care,
In hopes that St. Amazon would soon be there.
His Majesty was nestled all snug in our bed,
While visions of creating chaos throughout the house made him giggle in his head,
And me with my Fangoria Magazine, and no night…
I was still in a bit of shock at this time last year. My father had died a month earlier, my mother and I were physically and mentally exhausted, and I had to plan Christmas dinner for her, my husband, and my grandmother. His Majesty had lost his father two years earlier, my grandmother lost her husband a couple years before that, and we were all dealing with our grief. It didn’t exactly make for a happy holiday. Now, another year has gone by.
It seemed as if 2016 was going to ignore…Continue
Friends and frenemies have mentioned at some point during my years knowing them that I can be a bit of a pervert. It’s often said with affection, so it never worries me. It occurred to me that it’s even kind of fun. Who doesn’t like to have a little perverted side to share with close friends or people you pretend to like once in a while? It didn’t occur to me, however, to wonder where this side came from. Until today. Well, yesterday when I wrote this.
One need only look back at my…Continue
I tend to roll my eyes while watching films that fall back on or overuse what’s termed potty humor. More specifically, movies that rely on extended scenes of flatulence or someone on the toilet experiencing gastric anomalies beyond comprehension. The only actor who could pull that off in any way was Leslie Nielson. Have you ever watched interviews with him when he had his fart machine in tow? Hilarious! But Nielson was a rarity. An example of a lesser scene might be the first American Pie…Continue
by Tommi Avicolli Mecca
Simeon, at 16 you helped desegregate lunch counters in your hometown of Kinston, North Carolina. You taught me so much about nonviolent struggle. You were my hero.
Saj, I'll never forget how you outsmarted that NJ state trooper who was so eager to bust us. Your words to me that final time I saw you will remain with me forever.
Steven, thanks for the flower in my hair at Philly pride 1972 and for the good times at La Maison…Continue
If I go on how things have been by this date during the past ten years, I would have all my Christmas cards made out and ready for His Majesty to sign, 95% of my Christmas shopping completed, the house completely decorated, the holiday feasts planned, Christmas music playing, and the holiday spirit. Not this year.
I think I became a huge planner during my father’s time with Alzheimer’s. If I didn’t plan, things didn’t get done, or there was hardship if delays occurred. It was just…Continue
I remember a time way back in grade school when being called gay meant your peers wanted you to see yourself as being very limp-wristed and feminine. I say they wanted you to see yourself as that not because they actually saw you in that light, but because you were different, and it was the only way they knew to describe that difference. Being gay back then meant, in their minds, as having to conform to the stereotype. I was definitely gay, just not the stereotype, which confused everybody,…Continue