Tag Archives: lgbt

sbux orgullo comunista grupito refrescante

It’s fully automatic luxurious gay space communism at SBUX. Extra stars, please. ✨

closeted flag

Our rainbow flag is temporarily in the closet. 🏳️‍🌈

orange pride

I’m not into corporate or political gaywashing, but I could use this shirt. 🏳️‍🌈

It’s worth it for the clamps alone. I mean pliers.

sparkling gay

Target’s gay agenda sparkling wine. I feel pressured. Boycott, BOYCOTT! lol

They shovin’ it down my throat again. Hmm!

gay greensboro and guadalajara

Some gay places from long ago. Greensboro and Guadalajara.

mid-80’s new year’s eve in monica’s guadalajara

I spent one New Year’s Eve in Guadalajara, maybe ’84 or ’85. A bunch of us went to the big gay disco, called Monica’s, for the midnight party.

Just after midnight, the music stopped. I thought, “no way!”

In marched a rockin’ mariachi band that the bar had hired that played most of the night. Some of them looked a little nervous when they surveyed the crowd. 😀

It was funny to see drag queens and a disco full of gay people stomping out those traditional dances. I didn’t know how to do them, but plenty were willing to teach.

The disco also had a kitchen. After midnight, they opened the service area and the food came rolling out. Massive.

What a party.

old story from my teen years

Very old story.

I worked on Patterson Avenue in Greensboro today. It reminded me of my first serious crush. I was 16, he was 19, so I felt he was old and probably about right for me. Name was Carl, and he worked in a building on Patterson.

I met him at a party and gave him my phone number and told him to be careful because I was afraid of my family finding out. He was completely out, fearless, and left obvious messages on the family answering machine which caused me great anxiety.

When I told him not to do that, he said, “I’ll leave the ball in your court until you grow up.” I was especially hurt by the flippant sports ball/court reference.

It goes to show that sometimes one’s first crush is to a stinker.

Years later, I was pleased to run into him again until he said, “I wanted to date you when we were teenagers, but I left the ball in your court and you didn’t return the volley.”

That recurring flippant sports reference hurt even more the second time.

All that pain just from driving on Patterson Ave. today.

Some of my later crushes were much much better.

pride 1991 carrboro nc

Danger! Do not attempt at home.

Pride Carrboro 1991.

Me center.
Allen O’Briant on right with fan.
Colin Skinley on left shirt open.

i was barely 21

This really happened. I was barely 21. I should have been barely 18 but was too scared to go sooner.

The first time I ever walked into a gay nightclub (Wham! 1011 Arnold Street, Greensboro), the DJ, Bobby “DJ” Smith, leaned out of the booth and said, “oh baby, fresh meat in the club, you’re so hot!” That scared the hell out of me yet I felt so validated.

1991 pride

Me, 1991, Pride in Carrboro. Brian and I were already together, so things were looking up.

I often push it out of my mind that by that year I’d lost a good third of my friends to “that disease.”