Duncan Roy

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Happy Sober Birthday To Me

Happy Sober Birthday To Me

Bill Wilson VT

I am responsible. When anyone, anywhere, reaches out for help, I want the hand of A.A. always to be there. And for that: I am responsible.

Today is my sober birthday.  My 18th year.

For the many non sober people who congratulate me where ever I let people publicly know that today is my sober birthday… they are unaware that not taking a drink for many in AA or being abstinent, is not good enough.…

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Benji NY

MA/VT/NY Autumn 2014

The Deserving Gay

Jim Lande


What used to be a trickle of exceptionalism that marred a tiny portion of the white gay malecommunity has recently become a lethal torrent drenching the community.   Perceived ‘equality’ has revealed the true nature of many, many gay white men.  No longer humbled by their treatment at the hands of an unfair, homophobic society they have sprung ahead of the pack, claiming that a ‘seat at the…

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#hyperlapse #santamonica mountains #california #calabasas

The Mountains or The Sea?

I always want to start my blog with the title.  Today I have none.  Today has been shit.  God, I’ve been fretting.  Fretting about Gaza, Israel, Ferguson, bad white cops, arming black people, traveling, Alcoholics Anonymous.

I’ve been fretting about one beautiful man.

The Alcoholics Anonymous shit is the usual shit.  The same characters, the same stories, the same mental illness.   I sit in those rooms wondering why I’m there, if I belong to a cult?  Yet,  I never think about drinking.  I mean, I’m not looking for an excuse to drink.   That’s the very last thing I want to do.

Palm Trees Los Angeles

You see, it was one of those weeks when I heard that someone in AA killed themselves.  Someone I heard speak, someone I had spoken to.  Some one I had lunch with, someone I had hope for.  Then he blew his brains out.  No obituary, no news report.  Just another recovering alcoholic who couldn’t take it any more.  I thought about how we collectively accept the plaudits for keeping each other sober yet when a man kills himself it was his problem.  His solution.  Never our responsibility.   He had a six-year-old son.  He dressed very well.  Now he’s dead.

I ate a great deal at Gjelina this week and these men served me.

I drove to San Francisco to see my friend Benoit Denizet Lewis read excerpts from his book Travels With Casey. After the reading we had dinner with Armistead Maupin and his charming boyfriend.  We stayed in an odd hotel/ex-motel off of Chestnut.  The following day we drove to Napa and had lunch with Gene.  After lunch I wandered around the giant redwoods in Muir Woods then we looked at Stinson Beach.  The day after that I saw my Whitstable friend Ben Clayton, we  sauntered all over the UC Berkeley campus.

Back in Malibu I picked a huge bunch of bananas from the banana trees at the end of the garden, I harvested (and continue to) an abundance of figs and lemons.   I sold the bananas to my friend Nicolle the pie lady at Gjelina who bruleed them.

Yesterday, I went the Norco Rodeo with Stuart Sandford.  Norco is an hour from Los Angeles.  It was the whitest event I have ever been to.  White people everywhere eating nachos and swilling beer.   The men wore cowboy hats.

We wondered if there were other gays there.  The nearest gay on-line was 3 miles away.  I took pictures of cowboys.  I ate tri-tip sandwiches.  I was looking for bucking bronco Cody Gaines who I met the day before on Malibu beach.   Cody lives in Texas.  Cody loves Jesus.

Cody Gaines

Mostly I have been amusing myself in the garden.  I have been sweeping paths and mending lights and restoring order.  The dogs have been lazing all over the house during the day, finding patches of sunlight to flop into,  at night they spend too much time protecting me from deer and raccoons.  Go to sleep!

Michael came to visit from LA.  He was sweet and charming.  I met the guy with a beard… and here’s a better picture of Stuart.  Stuart Sandford is a very fine artist.  He lives and works at the Tom of Finland House in Echo Park.  My friend Martin arrived from Provincetown.  He’s staying for a few days.

All in all it hasn’t been a bad month.  It’s just these past few hours.  I needed to sit down and write a gratitude list… and this is it.  You see, I woke up today and I’m not a hounded black teen on the streets of any city USA.  I’m not a hounded Palestinian in the ever shrinking patch of land they call home.  Lastly, I didn’t blow my brains out this week because I couldn’t take it any more… and for that I must be grateful.

Latex Bondage Wear waiting to be washed at The Tom of Finland House

Latex bondage wear ready to be washed from the dungeon at The Tom of Finland House, Echo Park.

August Recap I always want to start my blog with the title.  Today I have none.  Today has been shit.  
#leocastelli #andywarhol #1966 #warhol #inthehouse (at Malibu Ca)

#leocastelli #andywarhol #1966 #warhol #inthehouse (at Malibu Ca)

#janefonda @janefonda #klute (at Malibu Beach House)


#nyc #malibu #venice #hollywood #august #july #2014