Sunday, June 25, 2006

I'm a bad bad gay

I didn't make it to the Folsom Street Fair east last Sunday, but I did put out a paper with some newsy gay features for our Gay Pride Issue this week. Then I attended the Genre/Press party on Wednesday (and met Rex Reed!). But I never made it to any official Pride events. I meant to go to the parade but it was raining and I really felt like taking the day to catch up on reading and writing and putting my life in order. So my pride was spent making breakfast and reading some nonfiction books and doing laundry and editing some short fiction I haven't touched in months. Sorry my fellow homosexuals, but I didn't do my duty to you. Hope you're having fun showing your pecs at the Pier Dance. I'm going to stay at home cuddled up on my couch with my husband. That makes me happy enough right now.

Friday, June 16, 2006


I was offered a ticket to see Radiohead at Madison Square Garden Wednesday night. Then that fell through.

Then I got a message from TrayB saying he'd take me as his date last night to see Rufus do Judy at Carnegie Hall (thanks to his BF for letting me go!). Do you KNOW how excited I was? I'd been reading about the concert and listened to his NPR interview over the weekend. I expected it to be a ... well, I'll let you just know what I thought during and after.

I love me some Rufus and, like most younger gay men, I'm not a Judy Garland fetishizer but I give her respect. She was an amazing entertainer, with few who can touch her.

That's partly why I felt like, wow we really need a woman up there, a diva, who has the vocal chops to pull this off. Rufus has a particular voice and style which I enjoy but I also undertand his limitations. He's nasal, he is lazy in his diction, he can (I admit it) be downright boring at times.

Last night felt like (as Tray so wonderfully put it) a stunt to try to put him in some gay icon realm and, save for a couple of songs, he didn't really have the presence or vocal range to do Judy (or the songs) much justice. I kept thinking, I bet Judy would have given me shivers. Hell, Madonna made me CRY during one of her live shows. There's something that a woman with attitude can accomplish that a man, no matter how great a performer, just doesn't seem to capture.

As it was, Rufus did pull of a cute stunt. He brought his sister Martha out, who was great (although I kept trying to figure out why she was holding her face so much) as she sang "Stormy Weather." She also looked 20 years older than she usually looks with her hair up in some formal do and a pink chiffon dress and big ole heels.

Tray and I left last night feeling a little disappointed. I know I was happy to have at least been at a concert that will most likely be remembered and talked about. Too bad it was more of an ego-boost for Mr. Wainwright than a legendary performance for the rest of us.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

field trip

This morning I left the house a little later. Wednesdays are my days when I'm allowed to be a little more relaxed, not as stressed and crazed like most other workdays.

I walked down to the 137th street 1-line stop and was confronted with a long line of folks. This stop is always much more crowded with people than 116th ever was. People lining up to do something with their metro cards...people buying day metro passes...maybe they can't afford the month passes which go for $76 and are forced to pay more by buying $2 day trips. Not sure.

But today the group was different: 50 or more eight year olds single-file waiting to pass through the service entrance and board the next train. Yep, field trip.

I thought what an undertaking it must be to take children to the museum in this city. Instead of piling in a big yellow bus, these teachers and aides and parents were herding rambunctious kids onto a busy morning train. Most of the morning commuters were already busy at work (it was 9:30 by this time) but there were still enough that I can't imagine what it must be like trying to make sure that everyone has their buddy and no one gets lost.

One original idea to help if one of the children did straggle: they all had labels on with their school name and phone number or a piece of yarn around their neck with the sign that branded them property of their institution. I headed as far away as possible from the gaggle of giggling boys and girls and wished them on their merry way to their day out of school.

When I got to work I discovered that someone had been knifed on the C-train yesterday. It's the other train that I now take on my way home. (usually the A since it's express and can get me up to Harlem in half the time.)

A good reminder that although it's easier to buy $5 lattes just about everywhere in the city (although there are no Starbucks in my hood as of yet), you still have to be on your guard. You still never know what the city's subway will bring your way.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

can I call myself a blogger?

This past weekend the gay blogascenti descended on the city. I only spent a few hours with them on Sunday night at the Eagle. But it made me realize how little I've been paying attention to this blog thing.

Fact of the matter is, most of my life is now consumed with work-related stuff and I can't and won't write about that on here. So what am I left with? I've become infinitely boring. Maybe, if I start doing more interesting things I'll come back to the fold. But I'm not gonna start writing about my thoughts while brushing my teeth or the miniscule details of my life. Sorry bout that, I'm sure you're so disappointed.

I can tell you that there's some angry woman who lives near us. I've heard her yelling in the mornings with such rage that I'm amazed that anyone can contain such vitriol and put unleash it at 7 in the morning. I realize I haven't felt such a violent emotion in a LONG LONG time. And then there's the Polish (or maybe Russian) super of our building who's super nice and seems to be cleaning our trash bins every morning at about 6:30. He's a clean one, that guy. So that means that I am getting up earlier and earlier and trying to write for myself instead of being some dud who doesn't do anything but look at other people's work.

I thought I lived in NY but lately it feels like we're in London with all the gray and gloom and rain we've been having. It's June and it's COLD.

OK, does that seem like a taste of blogging? Maybe? I'll try better next time.