• Orange please

    Orange please

    I have already told you of how my life of crime was over before it began thanks to an ill-fated attempt to steal a flashing orange traffic barricade in the dead of night with a bunch of friends when we were teenagers.  But that was not my only brush with the law.  In my 30s,…

  • A brief history of pink

    A brief history of pink

    We have a gentleman (ahem!, and I use the term loosely) that works here at my residence who is very enamored with the color pink.  I often taunt him about it.  And he retaliates by assaulting me with the color any chance he gets.  One December, I awoke to find that overnight he had filled…

  • 50 years of Billy Reed’s

    50 years of Billy Reed’s

    It’s one of those places everybody knows.  Locals, obviously.  But over the years, I’ve been surprised at how many tourists and visitors to Palm Springs know it. It’s not fancy or high-priced.  It doesn’t have a Hollywood backstory, which so many Palm Springs restaurants do – like “Frank Sinatra once tipped his waiter $20,000 here…

  • No World AIDS Day in the US

    No World AIDS Day in the US

    There was a time, when to hear the words “your test results came back positive for HIV” meant “you are going to die – soon.”  In the western world, those days are part of the history of the AIDS pandemic, a history so recent that many of us alive today living with HIV can recall…

  • Wheelchair Invisibility

    Wheelchair Invisibility

    I arrived at the furniture store around 11:45 last Sunday morning.  I am in the market for a new recliner.  A recliner is not just something in which to relax while watching the television for me – it is as essential to my life as breath itself.  I can’t walk.  I can’t stand up without…

  • Family

    Family

    Back in my 30s I dated a guy named Jojo.  He was a Filipino (or Pinoy as they call themselves) from the Philippines who had come to America on a student visa for college, and when he graduated applied for a green card and stayed.  As a gay man (and a handsome one at that),…

  • Files

    Files

    I am an adult survivor of childhood (teenage actually) sexual abuse by a Roman Catholic clergy member, a priest to use his more familiar description.  Thanks to two years of very intense and emotionally painful EMDR Therapy with a very skilled therapist who specializes in post-traumatic stress, serving both civilians and combat veterans of the…

  • Fruits and Nuts

    Fruits and Nuts

    The other day, someone asked me how I come up with the topics I write about. I answered honestly: I don’t know. Obviously, current events are a source. But ultimately, a topic must be interesting to me. I do this (blogging) for fun, the way some people play golf or collect stamps. If it was…

  • From Madeleines to Saltines

    From Madeleines to Saltines

    My first encounter with Marcel Proust was not academic, or even literary.  As a teenager, I was obsessed with Monty Python, which I’d come to know through a dedicated, bordering on religious, listening to Dr. Demento every Sunday night on 94.7 KMET (“the Mighty Met”), at the time the most listened-to Sunday evening radio program…

  • Loud Joyce

    Loud Joyce

    This week marks ten years since I have lived at Stonewall Gardens Assisted Living in Palm Springs.  It has, on the whole, been a good experience.  There have been ups and downs, but that’s life, isn’t it?  If I were writing a Yelp review, I’d give it 4.5 out of 5 stars, holding back that…