Wednesday, June 27, 2012

So a gay Libertarian says to me First the mustache SO not in fashion anymore...Secondly I respect what gay activists have done in the past...but it morphed in to something that is killing us now...Believe it or not, some of us gays have FAMILIES that we need to take care of...SO I will vote my pocket book...you can vote on queer causes that mean NOTHING if we don't have economic freedom...but some of you gays can't think beyond your penis!

The self-hatred of gay Republicans/Libertarians always surprises me. I remember when I was co-chair of the LGBT group up at Arizona State University, there was this one guy who would come to meetings and try to bring everyone else down by telling us that if he had that magic pill, he would take it and instantly be straight.

There will always be "house faggots," as Dan Savage has eloquently said. Gay men who care only about money, appearance, and social standing. They complain about the activists, while enjoying the ability to live their lives because of what the activists did. So glad I escaped that way of life.

Christopher's portrait of me.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Summer has arrived and it is hot as hell. Patrick invited me over to play in his cattle tank. But first I made cake- white cake from Better Homes & Garden cookbook, basically it tastes like a sugar cookie (has the same ingredients) with vanilla whipped cream and fresh raspberries on top.

Delicious cake.

I admired the yellow water lily in Patrick's goldfish tank.


Water lily. 

And then Patrick filled up the cattle tank and we climbed in. Oh the wonderful cool water. We had some beers and talked and talked about many different things.

Homer and Patrick. 

And we had some more beers.


I was a bit tipsy and had to wait around for a long time afterward to sober up. It was a lovely afternoon. Maybe someday I'll have a house with a pool and I could have nice pool parties.


Sunday, June 17, 2012

I trimmed my beard so I did not look like a caveman at Flagstaff Pride. But first we did errands.

On the way to town.

 Evan bought me a tuner for my banjo and we went to the garden center and I admired the fish.

The coy were not koi. 

Oh the other way around. At Flagstaff Pride there were many people. I wish so many hadn't brought their dogs along, but apparently that is common up north. The Humane Society had some cute puppies up for adoption.


 I saw a well known female impersonator hold that puppy. Later, she donated her tips to the ASPCA.

Raven from RuPaul's Drag Race.

On the way back from the disgusting porta-johns (I was surprised that people had brought their chairs and were hanging out amidst them), I saw these people who agreed to pose:
Fierce realness.

I complimented them and a few other people who had attended Pride in elaborate costumes or 1980s hair. Speaking of the 1980s, Martha Wash of the Weather Girls sang at the end and Evan got "to see me make a slight fool of myself because she sang "It's Raining Men" and I was about 20 feet away. She is fucking awesome.

Martha Wash.

This morning I made pancakes and caramel banana sauce and we went to look at a site with unusual pottery and some very visible architecture, although it is busy eroding into a wash. A nearby dead tree was very interesting.

There is a hawk watching me.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Rob is in Arizona visiting peoples and he came down to Tucson and we drove to Cobban and Ray's casa. The pool was 86 degrees.
Me, Rob, Cobban, and Ray. 

We lounged in the pool drinking drinks, although less strong than the previous time I visited the casa (when I had the horriblest hangover the next day). While we were in the pool, Hal wandered around trying to eat things.

Hal is awfully cute.

It was nice to escape from Tucson and especially nice to spend time with good friends.

The sunsets are pretty at Stolen Horseshoe.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

I was one of the first 25 jurors picked for a trial today.  It was a drug case and we went through a whole set of questions. Do you know someone convicted of a drug charge? Do you know a law officer? Quite a few people were dismissed. The last question asked was, do you think drugs should be legal?

I raised my hand, the only one of the 25 people then seated. The prosecutor asked me, "Do you think marijuana should be legalized?" I said yes. He then asked, "Do you think cocaine should be legalized?" I paused, and then said yes again. I knew I wouldn't be picked. I also knew that many of the people sitting around me probably had the same opinion, at least for marijuana, but were keeping quiet.

I am of the opinion that what you do to your body, as long as you don't hurt someone else or become a burden on society, is your own business. I think drug laws are pointless and have no validity. Want to solve all of the problems and wasted money on the War on Drugs? Stop the fucking stupid war on drugs. Spend the money on helping people with addiction problems. Make drugs legal and boring and they will lose their allure and criminals won't make any money on them.

I guess my only regret is not getting on the jury and making people super uncomfortable about my opinions on drugs.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Outside my window at work, movement catches my eye. I glance out and see the animals who make the neighborhood their home.

Ground squirrel.

A vermillion flycatcher has taken up residence, which is fairly unusual, since they tend to stay close to water sources.

Male vermillion flycatcher.

Another bird has been keeping it company, a female of the same species. I guess that is why he has been sticking around.


I'm digging at the moment, a short project of a sensitive nature. Then I will be inside the rest of the summer writing and finishing reports, which is a good thing considering you absolutely loopy I was Friday afternoon from the horrible heat. I could not concentrate and felt at times very peculiar. On Thursday a hawk flew down and tried to catch my friendly ground squirrel. It got away this time.

Cooper's hawk.

I imagine the hawk has been busy eating the cottontail rabbits that run around outside.


Thursday, June 07, 2012

Thirty years later.

Same sweater.

Wednesday, June 06, 2012

30 years ago today I graduated from Sault Area High School. My father didn't want to go to my graduation ceremony. My grandmother came up from Traverse City to attend. I remember being excited, and yet crying afterward because I was starting a new chapter.

I still have the sweater.

 That night I went to a graduation party and got drunk for the first time (rum and pepsi, I still can't drink that) and even smoked some pot. Young and innocent. I remember one stick-in-the-mud girl being quite angry with me about that. The next time I saw her, a year later, she had turned very religious and seemed disturbed.

The three years I went to Sault High were pretty amazing. People treated me nice, I wasn't bullied, I had a mad crush on a couple of guys but was smart enough to not say anything to them. I went off to University of Michigan in the fall, unprepared in many ways.

Sunday, June 03, 2012

It is hot here in Tucson. I have to water the potted plants twice a day. The sunflowers and zinnias are just starting to bloom. I picked my red onions and used some in a big pot of chili.


I spent the weekend doing chores, baking brownies, eating brownies, and doing genealogy stuff. And also some naps. Despite the heat, the kitties want to get as close as possible to me.

Snuggles with Joey.

I have one of those jury summons and I'll find out tomorrow whether I have to go in.  I wonder if they'll choose me since I am looking like a crazy redneck with the bushy beard and buzzed head.

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