"Well okay here's my Coming out story,...no it ain't like you think."
Once upon a time.
I was a kid in high school, just 16. I went to the "Village" This because I had been warned there were "perverts" there. It seemed the place to be.
I remember seeing the actual "Stonewall Inn". I couldn't go in because you had to be 21.
I looked in the window, and except for a Transvestite, the 'first' I ever saw. It seemed like any other bar. Yeah I been in bars.
*My dear "Uncle Louie" took me to have a look. Part of my "Education" into the real world.
Anyway how could I know that three years later it would be a "Cultural Ground Zero".
So unlike the Zillions that "claim" to have been there I actually was. Just a bit early is all.
*Stop me if you've heard this one.
It was my good ol' Uncle Louie who was really my mom's uncle, but ya know. It was "Uncle" to whom I first came out to as Queer Pervert Maniac. Like in any "Coming Out" moment it was full of fear...even terror.
Remember this was 1966 I was 16, and my world was a nightmare. Not only had the Beatles decided never to tour again, but I was in a scary spot.
Uncle was the only one that had always been honest with me about the world. I was always able to confide in him.
Mind you he was one tough guy.
He literally ran away with a small traveling circus as a kid. He did what a generation of early 20th century boys dreamed of doing. ...came back alive too.
He went to sea traveled saw the world. 'Was in the Merchant Marine Navy during WW2.
Uncle was actually in a convoy attacked by Nazi submarines. He was torpedoed in the Atlantic survived, and came home to work in the Brooklyn Navy Yard.
He built aircraft carriers with his bare hands!
Well that's what he was doing when I with great trepidation went to his house with my "Great Secret". I remember sitting down with him in his kitchen. He lit up a "Chesterfield", and asked me what was wrong.
He could see that I was freaked out so he was very concerned.
I remember he said "...there's nothing you can tell me that I haven't seen or done myself"...wadda guy. He reassured me it'd be okay just tell him what happened.
Well I did.
He hit the roof.
He bleeping did, but not for the reasons you think. He said,...now get this it's 1966, and he said to my confession of dreams of sucking bleep till the *radioactive cows came home.
He said...
"IS THAT ALL!!"
"I thought you got a girl Pregnant!"
He went on Uncle did...
"You tell me you're a Sissy?!" "I know that, we 'All' know that. We saw that when you was a little boy!"
"I thought this was about something important. I thought you got a girl pregnant."
No bleeping lie this is how it happened. My gawd what a family. Good thing I didn't tell him I thought I could fly. That's one thing he might 'not' have seen or done.
Like all my stories they're "Docudramas". I left out some stuff, and polished others, but this is basically how it went down,...the whole damned family knew the whole time. I mean what with my siblings intercepting Queer porn that I'd sent away for, and such,... and being caught trying on Moms stuff when I was 11 didn't help.
So yeah a "secret" as open as Liberace's.
Good grief.
I should write a damned book.
Btw "Uncle" had a bleeping big finned "1960 Imperial" just like the model above 'n below!"
*(...about them "radioactive cows". It was only in the mid-1960's that they finally stopped testing them "H-Fucking-Bombs" out west.)
(Bleeping morons.)
(Me, and them of my generation have "Strontium 90" in our bones behind that madness. '...them cows didn't do too good either.)
The End
'...But wait there's More!
Then there was the time "Uncle Louie" thought it was time to get the young boys in the family drunk. We had a ball. When he dragged us all back to our assorted homes...I remember my mom saying
"...what have you done to my babies!"
Well to me at least. My older brother John had already had a drinking blow out with his pals in the park...which as kids we kept to ourselves. Well there's also the time he took us out in his 1960 Imperial when it was new.
He drove 100 miles an hour...or so it seemed to 10 year old me. This up, and down the not exactly finished New York State thruway. Amazing what a Department of Defense I.D Badge in the middle of the bleeping Cold War could do. 'Course on that one we didn't tell our folks.
As far they knew...for the rest of their lives actually. We just went for a joy ride in Uncle's new car to the City, and back...which was literally true. We just left out the part about rocketing up, and down an empty dark as yet incomplete thruway. Heaven's sakes some of the over passes were only half done!
As far they knew...for the rest of their lives actually. We just went for a joy ride in Uncle's new car to the City, and back...which was literally true. We just left out the part about rocketing up, and down an empty dark as yet incomplete thruway. Heaven's sakes some of the over passes were only half done!
'And 'then'...there was that what we think was a for real abduction of myself, and my Aunt Sybil from her backyard in 1956. They said it was a dream,...yeah sure it was.
A dream so they told me.
Seems like too much detail for a five year old to relate. I mean my comic book monster movie UFO fandom was years away. Anyway there was a lot of that going on in that time. As for what it actually was those that know have a lock on it. The rest of us can only wonder,...but it was something.
Something happened to me, and Auntie. What it really was they'll never let us know. It's good to have mysteries, and this is certainly one.
Btw then there was that stuff my brother ran into the week he got back from Vietnam. He was driving up the now 'finished' N.Y. State Thruway in the middle of the bleeping night going to our *summer cabin to chill out...having been in actual combat a week before this was sort of understandable.
*( Btw note that working class folks could afford these back in the day,...a lost world indeed.)
Well just like in grade "Z" movies some blob of rainbow light buzzes the car then the battery goes dead. So there's my dear brother fresh from war with a fucking UFO circling him, and dad's new 1970 Buick.
Swell huh.
Eventually Gort, and Kang get tired of fucking with him, and split straight up at a zillion mph. Like any sensible G.I. John gets the fuck out of there. He makes an illegal U-turn over the divide, and heads back to Brooklyn...where it's safe. I mean relative to Planet X safe.
Right...what the fuck were we supposed to make of that?
Like I sez,....Mysteries.
Btw then there was that stuff my brother ran into the week he got back from Vietnam. He was driving up the now 'finished' N.Y. State Thruway in the middle of the bleeping night going to our *summer cabin to chill out...having been in actual combat a week before this was sort of understandable.
*( Btw note that working class folks could afford these back in the day,...a lost world indeed.)
Well just like in grade "Z" movies some blob of rainbow light buzzes the car then the battery goes dead. So there's my dear brother fresh from war with a fucking UFO circling him, and dad's new 1970 Buick.
Swell huh.
Eventually Gort, and Kang get tired of fucking with him, and split straight up at a zillion mph. Like any sensible G.I. John gets the fuck out of there. He makes an illegal U-turn over the divide, and heads back to Brooklyn...where it's safe. I mean relative to Planet X safe.
Right...what the fuck were we supposed to make of that?
Like I sez,....Mysteries.
Yeah we had us a life.
4 comments:
Discussing your toilet training in front of others in your presence was very rude, to say the least. What a disenfranchisement. Women have a greater tendency to infantilize children than men do, I think - at least they did until everyone got in on the infantilization business. It is a mark of disrespect, not concern.
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Years ago in a certain coastal town I passed a community center on whose door some dumb twat had put up a poster bearing a message to this general effect:
"Aren't our children precious? I think they're the most precious thing ever. Let's get together and coo and moan about how precious they are."
I think an antidote is needed to counter this mentality. I picture a public service announcement to this effect:
"My fellow Americans, it's time you woke up to the following realities.
1. Your kids are ugly.
2. They're also stupid and mean.
3. In all these things they take after their parents.
Therefore, get over yourselves and pull your heads out of your ass. Thank you."
This, I fancy, could do much to restore our woefully decayed social fabric.
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Very strange what happened to you and your aunt. I have no explanation for it; not in a position to have an informed opinion on it, really.
Z
I'm in total agreement with your PSA,...however it doesn't go far enough.
I think you should add a few lines as to how the little shits will clearly come to a bad end in either a muddy ditch in the middle of the night or the electric chair at high noon.
That, and that they deserve to join their hell spawn.
This for shitting up the earth with their issue in the first place,...or words to this effect. Now now... I know I'm holding back, but I just wanted to give a general outline for any possible re-writes to the PSA copy.
As for our encounter with what I remember as eight foot tall mechanical guys of some sort, and being taken into the air...seeing the whole damned city in detail. Including the rusty tops of all the bridges...which it turns out they were. What with no real maintenance since before the war...WW2.
I mean well.
That, and seeing their mother ship from inside which looked like a gigantic silver airplane hanger full of all sorts of glowing whiz bangs and bunches of weird folks, and more robots. yeah sure any 5 year old could just make this up having never read science fiction seem monster movies or ever had a Hardon yet sure. I made it up or it was a dream.
Look whatever it was it was seriously weird shit.
Btw then there was that stuff my brother ran into the week he got back from Vietnam. he was driving up the NYS Thruway in the middle of the bleeping night going to our summer cabin to chill out...having been in actual combat a week before this was sort of understandable. Well just like in grade "Z" movies some blob of rainbow light buzzes the car then the battery goes dead. So there's my dear brother fresh from war with a fucking UFO circling him, and dad's new 1970 Buick.
Swell huh.
Eventually Gort, and Kang get tired of fucking with him, and split straight up at a zillion mph. Like any sensible G.I. John gets the fuck out of there. He makes an illegal U-turn over the divide, and heads by to Brooklyn...where it's safe. I mean relative to Planet X safe.
Right...what the fuck were we supposed to make of that?
Like I sez,....Mysteries.
(...hey this was good. I just remembered all this mayhem. I should have added this to the post...think I will.)
Thanks "Z" you're so go for my work...loves ya.
Love you too :-)
Nowadays that cabin would be a bug-out pad stocked with beans and ammo. My uncle and aunt, one set of them, also had a summer cabin back in those halcyon days when the economy was great and his lumber business was booming; they also had part ownership in a sailboat, which they once took us out on. Then in Reagantime the business went south and she died of cancer. History sucks.
Interesting that your brother also had a UFO experience. Does this tend to run in families? I have no idea what to make of it. I gather thousands of people have had similar experiences, but WTF? Maybe Joan of Arc also received visits from Gort and Kang, only she had different names for them.
Z
From my UFO fandom life as a teen yeah it seems abductions, and fly-overs do run in blood-lines. Why is open to scary debate among the cultists.
I'm no longer an orthodox UFO nut...more reform.
The "reform" branch doesn't automatically think it's folks from Planet X or next door dimensions. ...though yeah it could be. What it is is a bleeping mystery that millions of folks are caught up in.
The truth is no one has a clue as to what the fuck is going on. If the UN or the feds know shit they ain't talking. Then there's the possibility that they don't know anything either.
So there we are.
Here's another scary bit...all through my late kidhood, and teens I'd find myself awake. That is I went to bed then blink...it's hours later and I'm sitting somewhere in the house the basement or once in the yard...awake. Suddenly I'm just aware I'm awake. I'm awake...no waking up process.
One second I turn the light out then next there I am. Of course no one pays attention to this...you dreamed it or made it up. So at about 11 or so I stopped telling folks what was going on. I think the last time was in my mid-30's somewhere.
After you get older they seem to be through with you.
So there as I say we are.
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