I am still here

My RSS feed leaked a pulled post that I was quitting blogging.  Well, I thought about it.  And then I changed my mind.  Sorry if you were misled.  I pulled the post but not before it wound up in readers’ blog readers.

I’m off to Folsom Street Fair.  I will post about it later.

Today’s gratuitous video: Matthew Luke Sandoval

I was surfing YouTube this evening, and found this fantastic arrangement of one of my fave songs by this cutie from NYC, Matthew Luke Sandoval. He even gives video piano lessons on his YouTube site. I found his bio on Music Nation:

Matthew Luke Sandoval is a New York City based singer / songwriter / instrumentalist who has been producing and distributing music from his tiny corner of the Lower East Side for just over a year. He has made a name for himself in the internet music arena as a sensitive and passionate interpreter of artists ranging from Leonard Cohen and Joni Mitchell to Tori Amos, Sufjan Stevens and Regina Spektor. In his original music he brings that same voice to bear on his own writing, offering listeners an intimate, vulnerable and, ultimately, moving experience.

Wow!  Jimmi and I have to have him on the show.  And now, one more….

Monday tidbits: walking in the park, cocktails, and the calm before next weekend

The beautiful fall weather in San Francisco continues.  Yesterday, Donnan and I took Louie for a walk in Golden Gate Park — specifically around Stow Lake.  Steamboat (above) doesn’t do well on a leash, so he stayed home on the comfortable living room carpet.

Louie, on the other hand, was treated to a labrador-rich environment of ducks at the park.  He wasn’t phased nor did he even seem to care about the ducks floating nearby in Stow Lake.  He was even unphased by some teenage boys’ taunts from a boat on the lake: “We like your dog’s asshole!”  Strange.  Strange that they would even call out a dog’s anus.  Donnan and I took the sights in…

We stopped briefly at the waterfall leading from the reservoir at the top of Stow Lake’s island to the lake itself.  It was difficult to keep Louie still for too long for the shot below.

We wrapped the day up with drinks at Martuni’s and dinner at Zuni.  The rest of the weekend was pretty quiet.  We met up with Alan Ilagen, visiting us all the way from Albany, NY.  Alan — I definitely need copies of some of the crazy photos from Friday night!  Chad joined us for a spell, and we realized it was a mistake to drink all evening without any dinner.

I enter this week, my last one at my old job, relaxed and ready for most of next week on vacation (we have to attend Debra and Teddy’s wedding at Lake Tahoe — yes, they are getting married on October 6).  This weekend is also Folsom Street Fair, and we will host my old friend Mark and his partner Eric from Boston.  Darin also promises to meet up with us on Friday night for dinner.

Jimmi and I are also planning to record a show tomorrow night.  I am waiting to hear from him about availability, but we will likely do one of our “random calls to blogger” shows — be ready in case we call you!

I start my new job on October 8.  The change will be good.  But, will I have had enough rest?

My salute to young and up and coming gay bloggers

Jonathan and Jay preside over Angel City’s Devil, and the boys are celebrating 50,000 visitors. Congratulations to the next generation of gay bloggers! They are cute, funny, and Jonathan is a great writer who keeps their blog of topnotch quality. Head on over and check them out! They were also on the Variety Cast a few months ago – listen to them here

My other salute is to Steve (left, above, with Donnan), our friend from Cleveland Heights, Ohio who has started two blogs: Meat, Inc. and The Lazy Houseboy. He writes all about his young, gay, and exciting life in Cleveland. He also launched a new podcast yesterday – The Greenlight District (you must listen).

As all of us veteran bloggers slow down, quit, get bored, and resort to posts about Ryan Reynolds, these guys are all enticing us with new and fresh material. Check ‘em out!

R.I.P. my favorite fag hag!

Brett Somers died on Saturday at age 83.  Her demise comes only four months after the death of her favorite queen, Charles Nelson Reilly.  Both entertained me for hours when they appeared on “Match Game” in the 1970s.  Here’s to you, my favorite sassy game show panelist!  Here’s a fitting tribute to you both…

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Sometimes when you least expect it…

Above: Seth and I at some hetero pool party, April 2001. 

I was walking down Larkin Street last night when my cell phone rang at 10 p.m. The area code indicated that it was the 207 area code — my home state of Maine.

“Who could be calling me this late?” I asked myself. It was already 1 a.m. on the east coast.

“Dan? Whacha doing?” the familiar but displaced voice asked. The Maine accent rang a bell.

“Seth? What the fuck? I haven’t talked to you in SO long!” I exuberantly responded.

Seth was an old friend of mine from my first stint (the in-the-closet one) in San Francisco. We had hung out a bunch in 2001. Our relationship equaled that of a big brother – little brother one. We had planned to leave for travel together in Southeast Asia on 9/11/01. Of course, that trip never happened. After 9/11, I was a bit freaked and moved to Santa Fe where I proceeded with coming out and, well, you know the rest of the story from there.

“Where the fuck have you been?” I asked. We had last spoken sometime early in 2002. Seth had left San Francisco and moved back to Maine.

“I’ve been here, I’m getting married. She’s 18 and hot,” Seth reported.

“That’s great? 18? Oh my…” as I started to play my “big brother” role. Seth was now pushing 30-something so I had to comment.

Seth continued. “I’ve gotta tell ya, I was shocked when I found out you were gay.”

“Really? Were you really?” I was shocked hearing this declaration.

“Yes – we used to chase girls together. I couldn’t believe that you were gay. I have nothing against gays and know tons of gay gays. I WAS JUST SHOCKED THAT YOU WERE!”

He sounded like he was making the confession of a lifetime. I could hear the true grappling of my sexuality in his voice.

“Well, I am still the same person. I’ve just figured out who I am. And, Seth, while I seemed to be chasing girls with you, I was actually with guys.”

Seth explained that he didn’t understand and that I never seemed gay. I am not surprised. I hid it well. And there was no better front at hiding who I was than hanging out with a young, hetero, cute, and sex-crazy heterosexual back then. I took all of 2001 off and traveled, played, and drank with boys like Seth.

“I tried to write so many emails to you. I wrote them, read them, and just couldn’t send them,” he confessed.

“Well, I am really glad you called me!”

After the initial ice breaker, I resorted (once again) back into my big brother role. “Seth? Don’t you think 18 is a bit young?” I suddenly felt guilty questioning someone’s sexuality and choices given our gay conversation. Our conversation continued while I asked more about what he had been up to. Seth has built a dock-building business on a lake in Southern Maine and has honed his skills as an adverturer — he is the fastest kite sailor in the world. I congratulated him on his achievements.

I had now arrived at the Deco Lounge to meet my friends.

“Hey, Seth, I gotta go. I have to meet my friends at an underwear party.”

Seth laughed. “Why don’t girls have those?”

“Because gay guys think with their dicks and underwear parties let us cut to the chase. You’re welcome to join me anytime!” I invited him, somewhat half-joking.

We said our goodbyes and put the conversation to rest. I don’t know when I will see Seth again, but it was great to hear from him. I know he had thought about reconnecting with me for six years and he did — I give him credit for the call. The last thing I expected was to hear from him again. Good for him!

The new face of the right wing

Spotted at Good As You:

From “America Needs to Stand Against Homosexuality”:

…America needs to grow in self-confidence on this debate. The homosexual argument is illogical; sexuality is obviously meant for reproduction. Any sexual activity that is opposed to life is intrinsically disordered. Yet we continue to refuse to stand up for ourselves, allowing courts, school boards and speech codes to dictate political correctness to us.

There are few greater debates in America today. The gay marriage issue threatens marriage and the family, which are the very foundations of society. Unless America decides to stand for something in this case, we’ll continue to fall. When we land, we might not get back up.”

So, according to this representative of the right-wing, this gay marriage debate is a greater one than that of Iraq, global warming, poverty, and every other threat to modern society?  I respect his right to his own opinion, but Mr. Denton should get his priorities straight.  He makes a number of vast conclusions about sexuality in his article, so it seems that at 21 he has figured it all out.  Hmmmm.  That’s right, Mr. Denton, homosexuality is NOT genetic – but thankfully nerdiness is!  See you at the gloryholes in ten years…