After traveling to New York City on Amtrak I headed for the F subway train, carrying my suitcase and backpack up and down the stairs. I got off the F train at the Lexington avenue stop and followed the signs to the uptown 6 train. The signs took everyone to a narrow broken escalator that looked to connect us the the floor above. Once I started climbing the escalator stairs I realized the climb was much more than I had thought, at least three or four flights of stairs. The escalator was too narrow for me to stop, with a long stream of people behind me, so I kept going and trudged up the stairs with my backpack and suitcase. My left knee tweaked with a bit of pain and I began to breath heavily. Maybe, I thought, I should remember my age, 59 years, before I start climbing stairs like a twenty year old. I swatted away the thought and kept climbing.
Walking around Nantucket yesterday brought up emotions in me that date back to my childhood. My reaction to seeing a certain type of well to do men and women, dressed in elite preppy styles, full of self confidence and sureness, implying a closed exclusive world, is not good. It makes me cringe inside and feel uncomfortable. It also encourages my contempt. Continue reading →
With my niece’s temperature spiking above 102°F last evening, I was worried that it would spike even higher overnight. Every time I woke up to go to the bathroom, which was 3 times last night, I went in my niece’s bedroom to check her temperature. Every time she called me for a drink of water, which seemed to occur like clockwork throughout the night, I checked her temperature.
I just returned home from attending the SMYAL annual fundraising brunch. SMYAL is a Washington, D.C. based organization that “supports and empowers lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and questioning (LGBTQ) youth.”
Ah, the joys of youth and the foibles of older age. This weekend I flew to visit my son, where he is a sophomore in college. He took me to a fun funky waffle restaurant for breakfast. As is my ritual, after eating breakfast, I prepared to take my vitamins and diabetes medication. Continue reading →
I love the way the younger generations has embraced the word queer. In my generation it was a slur that meant something you definitely did not want to be. It implied a dirtiness and something low life. Today it is a banner proudly worn by many men. When I think of using the word queer to identify myself or my friends I am still a bit uncomfortable. But queer we are and queer we will be. Continue reading →