Femme gay gays, Eno, trashy yards
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How are you? I’m fine, thanks for asking.
The last couple of weeks have been filled with workaday doings.
Recovering the porch and yards from sordid unruliness before the city fines us. For a stretch, partly from laziness, much from distraction and even (excusingly) the ice storm we’ve been anything but scenic neighbors.
Worrying why the hell people all over the world stopped buying used books online. Happily a few Northern Europeans started buying and USians stopped worrying about the beady-eyed one’s plans for Iraq long enough to spend money with us.
Started listening to rock again. Meaning Sgt. Pepper’s and early Brian Eno. After several years of electronica, pop vocal and big band my ears were startled. I almost have to relearn listening to old favorites.
Many of you know that for me feminine gay males are almost secular divinities. Charles has been dimly aware of this but we’ve never talked about it. Until last night. Despite having written a short book’s worth of entries on nelly guys I was all but shuffling my feet and blushing when talking to the object of my devotion.
Damnifiknow why. Probably in the early days I was afraid he’d think I wanted him to be like a girl. And I certainly felt creepy admitting I like being made to feel “butch” as we used to say back in the 70s. (Masculine = daddy = evil.) Mostly embarrassed by feeling embarrassed now. I do wonder why there are so many books on the subject for gay women whereas gay men only have Sissyphobia.
Say Goodnight Charles.
