Call Me Naive

Same Sex Marriage Bill...no brainer, right?

Seemingly not. But I can't figure out who Who WHO feels they have the right to deny this rite.

Why deny love? Is there so much of it floating about that we have to tamp it down when it ignites in a way that might seem unfamiliar?

I don't think there's a surplus of love. Do you?

I'm not sure what I'm writing. I'm wicked tired. Yes. I wrote wicked.

I guess they're wicked tired up in Albany too, because they've called it quits for the night.

Sleep well, people, and make it a right.

My Union

A union is only as strong as its members, right?

Actual conversation at the mid-town telephone and toilet...

Monitor: Sir, there is no food allowed.

Actor: This isn't food. It's a lollipop.

Monitor: Sir, please stop licking that and rewrap it.

Actor: What if I tear off the stick. It's a lozenge. It will only be in my mouth.

Monitor: Sir, there is no food allowed.

Actor: What...I can't have a lozenge?

You can't write this shit.

And yet I have.

Happy Father's Day

It’s a bittersweet time of year for me. The minute the Dad merchandise hits the greeting store racks I remember, “Pop died now.”

Not on Father’s Day, but soon thereafter. Father’s Day was spent in the hospital (as were the previous two weeks) in a great deal of pain. We celebrated there but it was tough to make the ol’ intubated cracker comfortable, let alone happy.

So, not only do I not have a daddy to celebrate, it’s hard to even celebrate his memory…bone and sinew, this is a time of mourning.

He was my greatest ally and my fiercest foe. A gentle, warped, generous soul.

So today all I can muster is a little water and some “bunny be gone” on his flowers, and brushing off his tombstone.

Wouldn’t it be great if I could celebrate other people’s dads? Wouldn’t it be? Not up to it yet. Not mature enough. I don’t know.

Other times of the year? Yes.

Now? No.

Will it always be thus? Doubtful. But for now, it just is.

Happy St. Rusty's Day

was published in a beautiful little ezine. Who knew? I certainly didn't.

Maybe Rusty knew. I hope so.

But you can read it here if you wish...

Helloooooooooooo

My adoring adorers*...

Oh, it has been a while hasn't it?

I've been oh-so-busy living life. Since I wrote you last I've enjoyed a desk job, theatrical joy, recording bliss, the honor of a grant and...

going on dates.

Some of the above shall be illuminated. Some of the above shall remain quietly honored.

Let it be known I have felt valued and cared for and been the recipient of great kindnesses. And I appreciated it all. He was the right person at the right time. And then the time ended. It's all good.

But there have been some freak-show dates that I fondly refer to as "Drinks and a Show." Those I'll share. Not to be mean. But because...

they are not to be believed.

*Oh no...my ego ain't half big enough to come up with that. That's OPJK's ideology.