Doing the Thing

“The shortest answer is doing the thing.” – Ernest Hemingway

In the year 2021 I resolve to…nope, I don’t. I don’t see any point in doing this year any differently than the last. You see, I didn’t have one of those horrible, crappy, miserable years that so many have been telling us they had. Oh, sure, the pandemic part of it sucked, it pissed me off when people didn’t wear their masks, and I did lose a few people I knew – which sucked even more; but for the most part all of that seemed to be not much more than background noise to everything else that took place over the last 10 months of the year.

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I Have A New Voice!

It was the first Friday of October. Surgery day! The wait for my throat surgery was not nearly as long as the top surgery. It was also nice to know I would be able to recover at home rather than a hotel like after my top surgery. As with most procedures, the hospital required that someone accompany me and be available to drive me home.  I asked the friend who had previously offered to go to Kansas City with me and she gladly said yes. I had a 6 am arrival time, so I arrived at her house early that morning. I’d attended my pre-op appointments at the hospital and followed all of the instructions I’d been given for the night before surgery. I was thirsty and kind of cranky, but ready to head to the hospital.

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Inclusion and Community Aren’t Just Words

Well, that’s over with…or so I thought. As if it wasn’t enough for everyone to fight nearly the entire month of June – in the name of community and togetherness, mind you; it seems that waking to the re-hashing of recent events is the way many are choosing to start off July.

Fine, I’m game. Here goes. I have just a few thoughts I am going to share about our 2019 Pride season. Take from them as is your will to do.

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An Open Letter to the St. Louis LGBTQIA+ Community

I have walked across the sticky floor of the darkroom at Faces untold times carrying DJ equipment through…nasty; and I have had to replace a broken toilet in the second floor restroom at the Loading Zone on a busy Saturday night – more than once – because some of you thought having sex there would be cleaner than the floor or sink…nasty. Most of you don’t know me, but I have worked in more than half a dozen of the bars in this community over the past two decades, in a number of roles, and I have had to deal with the nasty that goes with that. But I have never met anything so nasty as what I’ve seen from this group of people like I have the past couple of weeks.

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