June

You know I live in the gayest town in America, right?  Not cock and balls assless chaps gay, but Disney gay.  It's a statistical truth.  And so, having not yet, I must pay tribute to Gay Pride Month.  And since I am not a dad, Sunday is a Gay Dad's Day.  I celebrate it quietly for Q and his Armies of the Night crowd.  I assume he will get a bunch of Molly and dance the night away in some sweaty, decadent club to rhytmic trance sounds.  

Trans.

I kid, but long, long ago, when he was still a kid disc jockey, he made me an electronic music tape.  Cassette.  I think I might still have it somewhere.  I gave it a listen and told him that it sounded like every gay disco club I'd ever been in.

"How many gay disco clubs had you been in?"

I can't say I have a lot of gay friends because I don't have a lot of friends, but I have gay friends, and it is mandatory that I have to be allowed to find humor in that.  At a time when a lot of kids like to question their sexuality, Q told me, "If you are wondering if you are gay, just put on some gay porn.  You'll know right away."

Yup.  

Here's a fun fact. Linda Williams was a Berkeley prof who wrote the book "Porn Studies" after teaching the a course with the same title for years.  I picked up a copy of the book in a bookstore early this century in that very same town.  She was an advocate for the course because porn is a big money industry, she said.  In the book, she described the reactions of her students to the different kinds of pornography she would show in class per their written assignments.  Everybody liked the lesbian films, she found, both male and female, but when she showed videos of two men having sex, the boys got uncomfortable.  

Huh.  I guess they didn't see themselves as the big spoon.  That was her guess, too.  I think she called it "victimization" or something similar. I can't remember exactly as I read the book nearly twenty years ago. 

I think it was just the size of those giant cocks that scared them, though.  I don't remember her mentioning that.  

One of my gay friend's favorite things is to sleep with married men.  He likes to hear them call their wives and tell them he is out with a friend and will probably be home late.  Don't wait up.  

The same is true of my best lesbian friend.  She married a straight woman.  Well, she was, anyway.  

I've heard my gay friends make fun of straight guys, but I've never heard them talk about doing violence to them.  None of them every say, "Somebody ought to kick the shit our of that straight fucker.  You know he's a pedo."  

For some reason, straight guys often think gays are pedos, but by my calculations most people are.  I don't think the numbers are greater whether you are straight or gay.  As I always say, "everybody loves a puppy."

Wow.  This has kind of gone off the tracks.  I haven't even gotten to Juneteenth yet.  I've got Black friends, too.  And again, I have to be able to find humor.  But you know, there are things you can only say to your friends. 

"I'm not a racist, you know. . . but. . . ."

And, of course, this year, the first day of summer falls on Gay Dad's Day.  And we had the Knicks' incredible victories and now the World Cup of Football/Soccer.  What a month of celebrations.  

Uh. . . just to keep you up to date on my emotional weather, I was correct.  The mania is gone.  I am back to having the Black Ass again.  And my mother's outing?  Yea, just as I thought.  She didn't have fun.  It wore her out.  She was in pain last night.  It was a lot of doing to get a meal.  So she said.  

The USA's soccer team plays at 3:00 on Friday.  I've been invited to go somewhere to watch it with the boys.  The match will be over around 5:00, so I am pretty sure I can go.  There is that.  I can be, for a moment, among the throng.  

If I do my research tonight, I'll write about that which I intended to write about today--wealth.  But who knows?  I've become the laziest bastard you have ever known.  True.  I could just sit and do nothing now forever.  

I clipped this from the Times today and sent it to my friends.  As I say, I don't have many.  But the ones I have mostly said, yes, that is one of their favorite summertime drinks.  

It's a cocktail, you see, because it has more than two ingredients.  Just for clarification.  

I've never had one.  I think I might try one tonight.  And of course, this being June. . . .

The name June primarily originates from Latin and means "young". It is also deeply connected to Juno, the Roman goddess of marriage and childbirth.