Showing posts with label Post Apocalyptic Bohemian. Show all posts
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Saturday, August 4, 2012

This Year's Model



This weekend marked my 40th high school reunion. I decided not to attend the event, a decision I ended up regretting. The following is what I wrote on the reunion’s page on The Facebook:

I continue to hear stories from friends & acquaintances about the horrors of their high school years. The Husband is still bitter about HS & even today, finds his life leading in certain directions because of experiences during his 4 years at Lewis & Clark HS (class of 1968).

I enjoyed a happy & secure childhood & had a groovy time during my 4 years at Joel E Ferris HS, 1968-1972. I was involved in nearly every theatre & music activity. I traveled easily around the different sub-groups of high school: AV aids, nerds, jocks, greasers, druggies, band geeks, hippies, smart kids, teachers, debate team, 4H, & enjoyed an easy going relationship with the most popular people, you know who you are, don’t make me call you out by name, & of course,  I was quite at home with the drama nerds.

I went to every dance & prom, because I love to dance & because I was determined to make being gay unimportant or at least not tragic.

I give my classmates the credit for my good HS experience, for being friendly, open-minded, & occasionally willing to be naughty.

In HS, I wanted to work hard & train to become the best actor, singer & dancer possible with the resources available to me. My other priorities included getting loaded & getting laid. I was rather successful at both.

Now I regret NOT being at our 40th reunion. I am unemployed for the first time in 45 years. My Husband is just getting a new venture off the ground. Our lives don’t quite run in the black & we have made a game of spending as little money as possible & making big sacrifices. We got rid of our automobile & its monthly payments, insurance & upkeep, & purchased bicycles. We only dine out at “happy hour”, & we grow some of our own food. But travel, even to Spokane seemed out of the question.

Now, as you all celebrate, I wish that I had found a way to be there, even if I had hitchhiked, like I used to do in 1972.

I have deep affection for the group of us that went all the way through school together, grades 1 thru12 : Hamblen, Sacajawea, & Ferris. I would have really liked to have looked you each of you in the eye & heard about your life post-1972.

I would have welcomed the chance to shake hands & have a conversation with the idol of my youth, the distinguished screenwriter/producer- Harley Peyton.

As I mentioned in a message to childhood neighbor & school chum, Bruce Roberts, maybe there was a reason for my not making it to the reunion. There was always that chance that I would have had too much to drink, insulted someone, & made an unfortunate pass at someone else. At our 20th reunion, & ended up smoking pot & having sex in the car with a former, then/now married classmate. Oh well… I never desired to be a role-model, not in 1972 or 40 years later.

I hope you all had a swell time & I will definitely see you at our 50th…  you will recognize me, I am the one with the really cool walker.



Thursday, July 5, 2012

Time Is On My Side


2012

1972

50 years ago today, I was in rehearsal for Spokane Public School’s summer production of The Amazing Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle, playing a boy who tells little white lies. I was adorable & stole the show.  This is what I was listening to on the Hi-Fi:



40 years ago today, I was in rehearsal for the musical- Applause, starring Patrice Munsel, at the Cape Cod Music Circus. I was thrilled, I actually had a vocal solo during the title number & I was having a lot of very hot man-sex during my time off. I was fetching & totally fuckable. This is what I was listening to on my portable record player:



30 years ago today, I was in rehearsal for A Midsummer Night’s Dream at the Driftwood Players in Edmonds, Washington, playing Peter Quince.  I was stealing the show with my comic antics & crack timing. After rehearsal, I would return home to my cool Capitol Hill apartment in Seattle & my hot boyfriend. I had single digit body fat. This is what I was listening to on my Walkman:



20 years ago today, I was filming my scenes for The Vanishing with my good close personal friend- Kiefer Sutherland. On the radio in my trailer, this is the song that I would crank up & sing along to:



10 years ago today, it was my first summer in Portland & I was happy to be gainfully employed. After September 11, 2001, the world seemed to have changed & I had up-ended my life in a sort of mid-life nervous breakdown. I had consciously chosen to give up performing in favor of some economic stability. I gained 20 pounds. I was freaked out. This is what I was listening to on CD:



Summer 2012, I am hanging out in the Boys’ Fort in my back garden, a stay-at-home- mom, blissed out & hopeful for the future. This is what I am listening to on my Bose IPod Dock:

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Bang Bang



20 years ago tonight, Seattle experienced the mini-version of the riots in L.A.. After the verdict in the Rodney King case had been read & news of the reaction in L.A. had reached Seattle, people were breaking windows & looting, but mostly the city was conducting business as usual.

I had stepped outside the restaurant where I was the weekend manager to drop some bags of garbage in the dumpster. I heard a sound like a child’s cap gun go off followed by a quick bright sound & the sting of metal. A car drove away down the small curvy side street.

I looked a few inches away from where I was standing to discover a small dent in the dumpster. I leaned over & picked up the bullet, still warm, & held it in my palm. It all came together in brain, I had just missed getting shot by a few inches. I still have that bullet. It is in a display case along with arrowheads, pins, shards & assorted jetsam & flotsam from my life.


My little case of treasures is in the middle foreground in this shot of my work space

I feel that I have used up my quota of personal violence, having experienced being mugged, shot, shot at & fag bashed during my considerably long life. None of those events compare to the freight induced by the release, 35years ago, of You Light Up My Life, recorded by Debbie Boone, which stayed at #1 for 10 weeks & became the most successful single of the 1970s. That was personal violence that I can still not recover from.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Maxims From Stephen- "Things Change"

"THINGS CHANGE"
25 years ago, I entered an unexpected, inexplicable metamorphism in deportment, demeanor & disposition. This was not a gradual move, but rather as if some had flipped a switch & the next moment I had become a man of few words, who wore cowboy ware, watched wrestling on TV, listened to George Straight on the radio & drove a very fine old Ford Pickup. Nearly 3 years later, the entire persona changed instantaneously & my new Green Man epoch began.
Seattle 1986






In 1950 when I was born
Papa couldn't afford to buy us much
He said be proud of what you are
There's something special about people like us

People like us
(Who will answer the telephone)
People like us
(Growing as big as a house)
People like us
(Gonna make it because)

We don't want freedom
We don't want justice
We just want someone to love.
Someone to love.

I was called upon in the 3rd grade class
I gave my answer & it caused a fuss
I'm not the same as ev'ryone else
& times were hard for people like us

People like us
(Who will answer the telephone)
People like us
(Growing as big as a house)
People like us
(Gonna make it because)

What good is freedom?
God laughs at people like us
I see it coming
Like coming down from above

The clouds roll by & the moon comes up
How long must we live in the heat of the sun
Millions of people are waiting on love
& this is a song about people like us

People like us
(Who answer the telephone)
People like us
(Growing big as a house)
People like us
(Gonna make it because)
We don't want freedom
We don't want justice
We just want someone to love.

Someone to love.
Someone to love.
Someone to love.
Byrne, Franz, Weymouth, Harrison
1986