A powerful statement

Tonight, I left work early because we were slow. So, once I got home, I went up the hill to CALA Foods to buy some groceries. As I walked in the store two black men walked out holding hands. I did not make eye contact with them, nor they with me, but I tought, "What a powerful statement!"

In the last couple of years, my Communication Studies included discussions and projects of race, gender, identity, and sexuality. I can think of no more powerful statement than seeing two black men, (probably a couple), holding hands. I say this because one of the subjects that I read in my studies was men on the "down low" or men who have sex with other men, but who don't identify as gay. Seeing these two men reinforced my belief that once one acknowleges the power they own, not much can touch you. So, the display of basic intimacy by these two men is indeed a powerful statement, that goes against the limitations of the "down low".

In most parts of the world, the issues of sexuality, and specifically, coming out and being visible, remain damgerous and many people, who acknowlede the truth about themselves and are out run the risk of persection and/or death for those who are living a kind of private hell, let the example of these two men, speak for itself and encourage you to take control of your life.

Go and see "Milk"

In particular young GLBT people should see this film. The opening sequence really shows how much some of us in the GLBT community take for granted. Sean Penn is excellent in the role. I saw this film, yesterday, at the Castro Theatre which made it all the more poignant.

Yes, we can and we did!

What a historic day! Once the euphoria is over, let's ALL get to work, on changing the course of this great country after this malaise we've been through. Godspeed!

Thank you for being a friend...

Estelle Getty of "The Golden Girls" passed away yesterday and during my work shift yesterday, I thought a lot of Sophia, the character she played on "The Golden Girls", because she was so funny. During the run of the show, whatever bad mood I might have been in, when I watched "The Golden Girls", I laughed and my mood changed. In those days, during the 1980's, I had no idea I was going through depression, so for that reason I am sadder than usual of her passing. On the corner of 18th and Castro Streets, in front of the Bank of America, it is customary, at times, for people to set up some sort of tribute when someone famous passes on. I thought since "The Golden Girls" was so popular and beloved by several generations of LGBT folk, there might be some makeshift tribute on that corner, so after work, late yesterday, I went over to the Castro, to find nothing there. I must say, I was a bit disappointed, and yet I know my fellow GLBT folk will have that show in their hearts for a long time.

While in the Castro, I stopped off at 440 and ran into Emilio, a therapist that I, a patient was seeing. During our sessions together, I merely scratched the surface of all my issues. I told him of my breakthrough with my therapist Ronald, who he knows, and of my brand new degree. I was good to see Emilio and when he had to leave, I thanked him for being one many people, via AGUILAS/El Ambiente, who served as an example and inspiration in the process of completing my degree, we then gave each other a hug...as friends.

Dolores Park

Despite having gone to the gym today, for the first time in 6 1/2 months, today at mid-year, I went for a long walk. I wallked through Little Saigon, Civic Center, South of Market, The Mission and finally decided to just sit in Dolores Park and watch the dogs and their care givers go by. I miss having a dog, but know, I don't have time to take care of one. Still, the scenery reminded me why I'm fortunate to live in this city.

Gay Pride Weekend 2008

Gay Pride Weekend is once again upon us here in the Bay Area. This will mark 20 years since I attended my first Gay Pride Parade in San Diego, 1988. From time to time, I hear about the lack of visibility of people of color within gay or gay-friendly neighborhoods....oh, poo: My suggestion is to become visible, on your own terms, but nonetheless, be visible. Let no one dictate who you should be....NO ONE, not even those with (good?) intentions. I find being part of the GLBT community as a blessing, and even if you only do it internally, embrace your inner fabulousness. Happy Pride to all!!

Fears,Gratitude, and Smiles

Yesterday and Stacy and I met for coffee and lunch at Stonestown Shopping Center. I lamented that because I had a late summer trip to San Diego/Tijuana in late summer, I would not be able to join him on his trip to Atlanta, a trip he planned prior to our relationship. As we talked, my insecurities came up, I feared disappointing him, I feared I was being flaky and in trun hurting him. When I got on the "M" streetcar to come to work, I thought about how grateful and fortunate I am to have such an understanding man in my life. Stacy and I have both gone thru the same experiences of solitude, hard-headedness, solitude, etc... to empathize with one another. These mutual experiences help to make us a strong couple. When I got to work, I felt better and called to tell him so. As I walked to work, up on Stockton Street, right at Macy's, I spot Hot House porn star, Ross Hurston, in a bit of a hurry....I smiled and along with spending time with my beloved Stacy, seeing a hot porn star made my day.

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Sunday, August 27, 2006
 

Late blommer...so what else is new!


Hey, my first post. Well, here we go...I'm looking forward to this. I am a Mexican, born in Tijuana, Baja California, who has lived in the former Alta California for most of his life. Openly gay, for eons. About to begin what I hope will my last semester at San Francisco State University. Somewhat moderate in my beliefs. We'll see how this goes.

Ciao!

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Sunday, September 03, 2006
 

41 and counting...


My 41st birthday. As I move forward into my forties. I am comfortable with being single. I have moments where I long for a partner and lover (I believe one cannot go without the other.) and I must say that in the last year or so, I am becoming accustomed to the fact that I may very well be alone for however many years I have left. I am quite independent, and coupled with my cerebral palsy, I believe this intimidates most people. There is also a saying in Spanish that says: "Mas bien solo que mal acompanado." Translation: "You're better off alone, than in bad company." Friends and acquaintances from all over the Spanish-speaking world have said this to me. It's good advice. Most, if not all, of these people are currently single and happy. There also seems to be, or at least I've come across, many of my peers, who are likewise happily single. Who knows what this means.

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Wednesday, September 20, 2006
 

Current readings and pornstar sightings


In a required English class at San Francisco State University, I am reading "Raising Cain: Protecting the Emotional Life of Boys." by Dan Kindlon and Micheal Thompson. When I saw what was required reading for the class, I thought, "I'm going to have so much to write about!" Indeed, painful memories are coming back to me as I read the chapters, and as I give my reactions to those chapters. I recommend this book to any male. I particularly recommend this book to any male of color who struggles to balance dual cultures...On a much lighter note, I was just at Rite-Aid at Larkin and Bush, here in San Francisco. Gay porn star Jason Adonis walked in with some intense looking eyes, no one else in the store seemed to recognize him and I must say it brought a smile to my face

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Friday, September 29, 2006
 

Someday's, I just need to be around gay men....


Bloomingdale's opened a store here in The City. Now, in a city like San Francisco, (God Bless, Free Speech) there is bound to be rehetoric and arguments about excessive cosumerism by some of our fellow residents. Indeed, some of it is very true, I still felt the need to get a bit dressed up, spray on some Chanel (Egoiste) and be amongst the masses of people. Dressing up does change, my disposition. No apologies. None. While it may very well be a stereotye, we gay men were out in force,looking pretty stylish indeed. I've come to a point in my life where I know that there is indeed a world beyond the gay ghetto, but sometimes I need my security blanket that consists of gay men coverging together. Take it or leave it.

Putting my money where my mouth is...

Saturday, I take a bilingual competency exam at my Alma Mater, San Francisco State University, and at the end of the month I take a test for certification in court interpreting for the state of California. Although I've been a legal resident of this country for 40 years, my Spanish is better than ever. Over the past 15 years, I used every source possible, (short of living abroad), to improve upon my Spanish, and on Saturday, I'll get an idea of either how much more I need to work on or how well I've done.

P.S. My partner/boyfriend, Stacy and I are doing great together.

Being Alive!

Just about a month ago, I told a good friend from Texas, my two brothers, and several co-workers that at the age of 42, I was happy being single, well scratch that, I met someone and I am in love and it's mutual! Stacy (Greek name; Anastasious) and I are alike in so many ways and we've become close rather quickly. So, I am grateful, you really never know when life will throw you a proverbial "curve ball", I'm just glad I caught it.

P.S. Thank you, Mr. Sondheim for writing a song that so describes how I feel.

Insomnia...I can't get no sleep

(Cue the music...kidding) One of the symptoms of a functional depression is that sometimes, I don't get to sleep until after dawn. What usually happens is that, i spend the next couple of days, catching up on sleep, which means I end up rising after noon. Try as I may, I don't seem to get anything done as I try my hardest to sleep, except maybe surf the net or write in my blog. I also try to "quiet" my mind, but that does not seem to work, as up until last May, I was working a full-time job and attending school. As tired as I got, I enjoyed being busy and i miss that. I miss the discipline it took to balance, lectures, presentations, and work responsibilities. I have recently applied to bookstores in an effort to keep busy, and why not, pay off some bills, while I'm feeding my intellectual mind. Within the last week, I signed up to take a State Certified Court Interpreter's Exam. I fully intend on passing the test, and I will use the study guides suggested by the state's web page. Alas, the exam does not take place until May 31, which leaves me plenty of time to study and to find out how to get to Emeryville via public transportation. How is the idea of insomnia related to the opportunity to establish myself in a new career...one word: anxiety. More later...