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Here’s the story of my most memorable Valentine’s Day celebration so far. When I delivered the best romantic advice I’ve given. Sung from a stage. As the Queen of Diamonds. Almost 20 years ago. This trip down memory lane began with a FB message. Keep in mind these props were last used two decades ago. I… Continue reading For Valentine’s Day: Advice for How to Win at Love
Ready for a trip down my memory lane? This picture posted on FaceBook reminds me of my first job. It was a summer student assistant job while I was at Balboa High School, in the former Canal Zone of the Republic of Panamá. This was 1983 or 84. I was 16 or 17. The rest… Continue reading Remembering Ancon Hill
In college, I once drank a cup of magic mushroom tea. It was at a party, before going out to Club Park Avenue with my roommates. This was over thirty years ago, in Tallahassee. And it continues to be the most vivid and fun memory of the times I spent at CPA. My re-introduction to… Continue reading Dispatches from Mushroom Space: My Psilocybin Retreat
https://youtu.be/NoAzpa1x7jU In 1982, the science fiction movie Blade Runner came out. I loved it. The setting was 37 years into the future - in 2019 Los Angeles. A dreary, rainy, crowded place with a techno-Asian feel to it. Harrison Ford plays a detective hunting a handful of artificial humans, replicants, who have killed several humans… Continue reading The “Tears in the Rain” Monologue
A human being is a part of the whole, called by us 'Universe', a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our… Continue reading Einstein on the Ego, Interconnectedness, and Liberation
His name is Hidalgo. I traveled with him from the heart of Texas to the Pyrenees mountain village of Roncesvalles for a 500-mile trip through northern Spain to the holy city of Santiago de Compostela in the emerald region of Galicia. Along the way, I trekked to the core of my being. Hidalgo accompanied me… Continue reading All About My Mountain Bike
Almost fifty years ago, on a hot summer night in June 1969, the patrons of a mafia-run bar in NYC's Greenwich Village found themselves subject to yet another police raid and the humiliating rough treatment that came along with it. However, on this night the patrons fought back. The combatants lived in the margin of… Continue reading In Pictures: Stonewall 25 and Gay Games IV
I survived my fight on 737 MAX. The planes were grounded by FAA while I was in the air. Not sure what took so long given 2 crashes in five months of brand new aircraft that pilots have been filing complaints about. I don’t want to be macabre, but I did contemplate my mortality and… Continue reading A Brush with Mortality
Ten years ago, on the ferry back from Sausalito to San Francisco after bike riding there along the waterfront and across the Golden Gate Bridge. I had to work hard to make progress against a headwind despite the downhill descent on the tail-end of the bridge. Sausalito is an adorable little town. A magical bike… Continue reading Ride Across Golden Gate Bridge
Blossom Jasmine Nightmusk, 20th/21st century CE. First performance & last performance (she’s in retirement). BIO: Born in Tallahassee, Blossom performed worldwide as a solo artist and with The Linen Sisters, delivering her signature Street Gutter commando style cabaret act as far away as Sydney (during Gay Games 2002). In the heart of Texas, she twirled… Continue reading All About Blossom