Memoirs, a Narrative. Part Three.

My first sexual experience was shortly after my 18^th birthday. Okay, let clarify that. My first sexual experience that didn’t include some imaginary stud was shortly after my 18^th birthday. (Imaginary studs are still the best!) I believe it was early December of 1975, but all I will swear to is that it was winter in Seattle, and I was 18. Legal.

I am sure at the time I knew his name, but it has long slipped from my conscience. He owned an antique shop on Pioneer Square in downtown Seattle.  There the dirty deed was done and I lost my virginity. Well, sort of. I gave him a blow job, but was too nervous to reach orgasm myself. So, I could argue I was still a virgin. But, I wasn’t. Damn, what a way to lose my cherry, if you will.

In defense of myself, it was a different time than today. There was that off chance you could meet someone in church, but get real… that wasn’t going to happen. No paramours in high school. I was way too uptight and interested in being perceived as straight. And waiting for my wedding night was unrealistic. I would still be a virgin. So a semi-anonymous encounter was how I could finally touch another man who was gay.

No, I am not proud. But it is a part, a very small and very huge part of my story.

The deed has been done

And signed.

I have refinanced my house. I'll get the $$$ next Thursday, as I have until midnight on Wednesday to back out.

I ain't backing out!

Memoirs, a Narrative. Part Two.

My thoughts on Phoenix, Arizona.

I had a friend who moved from Minneapolis to Phoenix during the time I lived in the Twin Cities in the late 1970’s. Okay, he was a fling. Damn he was hot. Prison Guard type hot! He lived in Wisconsin, just across the river from Stillwater. Oh, and I do mean HOT!!! He had a name in the bars and a real name. One of them was Paul… don’t remember which.

I remember writing to Mom about the situation and describing Phoenix as “the biblical description of hell!”

After visiting Dad there multiple times, I stand by my description!

Just a quick note

Colonoscopy done: four polyps.

I seem to be a haven for polyps!

I have to say, I do hope I don't live long enough to go through that again. Even Billie Jean had diarrhea last night! Ugly!

Not worried and don't care what they say. Just another procedure!

Memoirs, a Narrative. Part One.

A multi-part story. The number depends on how many people I piss off. And how badly I piss them off!

I have a story to tell. Perhaps it isn’t a good one and perhaps it isn’t very kind to me, but it is a story.

Just a quick biographical background: I was born in Renton, Washington on 11-11-1956. As was the demographic norm of the era, I had a mother (born female and identified as female for her entire live) and a father (born male and identified as male for his entire life). To the best of my knowledge, they were both strictly heterosexual. The only thing semi-unique about my birth was that I had four older sisters. Fuck, just my luck!

Enough with the boring shit.

My athletic prowess was never something to boast and brag about. And trust me; it has gone downhill since adulthood. (I first typed “adultery”. Wow, is that another post. Unless the FCC bans me.)

In high school I was on the cross country and the swim teams. I don’t remember for sure, but I think I ran cross county all three years of high school (yes, I am the relic of the 3 year high school), but I didn’t swim my senior year.  Damn, I was so near drowning most of the time, just call is self-survival!

Trust me; there are none of my trophies in the hallowed halls of Tyee High School.  Low man on the totem pole would be an apt description.

Hmm… could it be that I was gay? Sounds pretty queer to me!

My dad was a runner. He set the Idaho state record for the mile while a student at Wendell High in the late 1930’s. It was a record that lasted for decades in the state. There might be one of his trophies in the hallowed halls of Wendell High School. Go Trojans!

And I have to give respect

We lost two great people in the last 48 hours.

Senator John McCain: a great statesman. I didn't always agree with his stances, but I admired his integrity.

And Neil Simon: a great playwright. We are less for his passing.

Notes from an amazing vacation (Part Three!)

Okay, this gets confusing. I’m sure I will lose a few of you.

The last post, “Notes from an amazing vacation (Part One)!” really was the first day of our Carhenge adventure. The post before that, “With Carhenge in the rear view mirror” technically should be “Notes from an amazing vacation (Part Two)!”, as it was our second day Carhenging. So this really is part three. Trust me, it works.

Karla and I found this great town of Gothenburg, population 3,574. It’s a Big City in western Nebraska.

We were lured into town to see the Pony Express station.  It really was pretty neat!

But the highlight was the Sod Museum and the woman who worked there, Seus. She knew everything there was to know about the Homestead Act and the early settlers of the area. There was, of course, a painfully accurate re-created sod house.

And the world’s largest plow. How can you go wrong?

Much time was spent in Lincoln, searching for Karla’s old dorm. Come on, Annie; we’re in Lincoln, Nebraska and your dorm was a 13 story building. It can’t hide! We never found it, because it was torn down nine months ago. University of Nebraska’s campus seems to just be a big stadium and a couple of other buildings! (Just kidding all you Husker fans!)

And so ends the travelogue!

Notes from an amazing vacation (Part One)!

 The small town of Taylor, Nebraska (pop. 190 and Loup County seat) has made plywood cutouts and painted historical figures on them. It was really kind of cool!

I miss read the sign at first… thought it said “Hooker Country”.  I thought I might get my chance to sell my wares. No such luck!

Bad selfies abound!

Yep, that is me… Carhenging with the best of them!

With Carhenge in the rear view mirror

We trudged thru Nebraska!

Fields of Sunflowers greeted us along the way, lifting our spirits!

Scotts Bluff National Monument was more beautiful that expected, but sadly a bit smoky!

This kept Karla and I on the sidewalks at Chimney Rock National Historical Park!

The Arthur County (pop. 460) jail. Despite persistent rumors, I did not spend anytime inside. Some one is spreading malicious lies! Or perhaps alternative facts!

Last night was spent in a lousy motel in North Platte!  (Perhaps the Arthur County jail would have been a better option!)

Hallelujah!

Carhenge is more amazing than I can describe!

We fought our way thru the crowds and there we were.

We came, we saw, we were amazed!

Carhenge, here we come!

Waiting at PDX for the plane to Omaha! EXCITED!!!

Let the adventure begin!

In defense of #45...

Rudy Giuliani has stated that "Truth isn't truth."

Someone should send  him to bed without dessert. Or maybe this is the time to re-instate corporal punishment.

Bad boy!!! Bad boy!!!

The loss is enormous!

Well here is an interesting tidbit!

Today is Gay Uncle's Day. 

Soon it will be as big as Father's Day. I am sure.

Happy, happy birthday

To my old, old sister!

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We'll always have Nice!

And remember May Day!

After 11 days of 90°+ temps

Today's high was 79°. I am in heaven!