This week on Facebook, my friend Pete tagged me for some sort of album challenge whereby I am urged or obligated, chain-letter style, to post an album per day for ten days. With little instruction to the challenge as it came to me, I have been selecting albums, good and bad, that made a lasting impression. My album of choice for today is Shaun Cassidy’s self-titled 1977 debut LP.
It had nothing to do with the music.
Continue reading “Remembering Age Thirteen”
Since elementary school, I’ve had an obsession with anniversaries.
Chalk it up to Batman, begun by Bob Kane in Detective Comics no. 27 in May 1939, accused of queer deviance by one Fredric Wertham in the book Seduction of the Innocent and in testimony before a congressional investigative committee in the 1950s. Something homo going on with that Robin kid.
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When I was three years old, I had a snapshot taken of me wearing shoulder pads. Not actually wearing them proper, but lopsided with the padded, leather cups meant to protect my shoulders humped on my back on one side, sagging over my chest on the other. My real shoulders, unprotected, slope weakly as my arms just hang there.
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My birthday last month and the death of my biological father on the day I turned 54 invariably have me thinking about my own clock ticking. As I get older, I am coming to understand how my part as queer rememberer is moving beyond voracious researching to the increasing role I need to play as a teacher, both in and outside the classroom.
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In 1938, eighty years ago, two men from my hometown cruised the same downtown park, hoping for some kind of homosexual connection. It’s unknown if they ever met. Their lives took drastically different paths.
Desire or loneliness or curiosity or happenstance drew Jack Pierson and Homer F___ to the footpaths of Willson Park in Flint back in the late 1930s, then planted with bounteous bushes and trees and lined with park benches along its perimeters.
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On the first anniversary of Michigan LGBTQ Remember and this companion blog about Queer Remembering, I thought it might be time to reflect. Then I realized how silly that was since the entire project is all about reflecting.
But the one-year mark does seem like a good opportunity to discuss how I have decided which people to include here. Who to queerly remember?
Continue reading “Who to Queerly Remember?”
LGBTQ Michiganders are coming out, hidden in plain sight.
They’re coming out in obits, as the deceased and as survivors.
Continue reading ““Beloved Life Partner””