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Dec '08
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Price peg
By: Mitzel
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The peg houses of San Francisco |
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Nov '08
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Queer eye for the silver screen
By: Mitzel
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Oct '08
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Instant adoration
By: Mitzel
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Sep '08
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Long Schlong
By: Mitzel
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Jul '08
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Ex-Lad Syndrome
By: Blanche Poubelle
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Jun '08
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Better Threads
By: Mitzel
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May '08
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Jonathan Williams
By: Mitzel
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Apr '08
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The Swimsuit 'Issue'
By: Mitzel
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Mar '08
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Déjà Vu Redux
By: Mitzel
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How time turns infamy to relic |
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Feb '08
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State of the Union
By: Mitzel
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Thumbs and brains
at odds? |
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Jan '08
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Present(s) at the Creation
By: Mitzel
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How baby-boomers made the gay movement |
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Dec '07
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All in the Family
By: Mitzel
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Nov '07
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Roll 'Em
By: Mitzel
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Oct '07
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Break-King News
By: Mitzel
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The sexual behavior of men does not change. The state can put the entrapment officers all about to enforce whatever our moral-code-of-the day is. What's the point? |
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Sep '07
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What's New?
By: Mitzel
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In an attic under the summer sun, the answer is: what's old |
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Aug '07
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Camelot & Company, Inc.
By: Mitzel
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Jul '07
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Dark Screens
By: Mitzel
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How my life at the movies led me to books |
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Jun '07
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Greatest Generation
By: Mitzel
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What we got from the gay pioneers |
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May '07
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Lonely Hunters of Memories
By: Mitzel
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On the great plains of amnesia... |
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Apr '07
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Forty Candles
By: Mitzel
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Dull minds can't dim bright lights |
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Mar '07
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A Simple Majority
By: Mitzel
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As I get older, I have decided that these features of our society-- super-sized individualism (how else can you explain a person like Howard Hughes, a citizen Gore Vidal once referred to as "a
genuine American shit"?) and religiosity-- are here to stay. Too bad. |
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Feb '07
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'Little Me' Looms
By: Mitzel
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The Little Me has taught me how to shut out all those things that I loathe, find culturally intrusive,
just disgusting-- it's a long list. |
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Jan '07
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Fame
By: Mitzel
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Fame can last for a long time; think of poor Greta Garbo, who tried to escape from her fame cage but couldn't. |
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Dec '06
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Snap Shot
By: Mitzel
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An e-mail can be copied, posted, and blasted around the world in seconds. Communication on steroids. |
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Nov '06
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Three-in-One
By: Mitzel
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I would like to think that the hypocrisy angle of the Mayor and the Congressman was the lead item in this story. But it isn't. It's the purely salacious aspect-- "gay sex scandal." |
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Oct '06
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Voted Off
By: Mitzel
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Money can buy most everything in the culture, but money can't buy it all. And before we all get into an orgy of voting people off, wouldn't it be swell to actually let all-and-every exercise the franchise, including the good
folks in Ohio, Florida, and other showcases of electoral virtue? |
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Sep '06
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The Measure of Things
By: Mitzel
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Why was the game of "Musical Chairs" played when I was a child? What was the point? Do elementary schools still have the children compete to sit down? Is this to get them to Measure Up? Darwinian
survival-of-the-fittest as a life lesson at age six? As memory serves, the little gay boys and the dumpy girls were the first to get cut-- and the last to be called at Red Rover. Is there not a better way? Must the children's games presage the
rat-race that awaits us in our adult years? |
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Aug '06
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Howl-ette
By: Mitzel
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Timing is all. It's hard for a poem to get famous.
Just as hard for a poet. Ginsberg went on to read
"Howl" in venues around the world.
Ginsberg became something larger than just
another American poet. He
became an icon, not something I would aspire to.
But the poem spread to everywhere. |
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Jul '06
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Riffs & Ecstacy
By: Mitzel
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I was listening to the radio the other day; actually I listen every day of my life. It was a pop station aimed at aging boomers. The DJs will often give little histories of the song or artist they are about to play. |
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Jun '06
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Carbon Copies
By: Mitzel
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I was listening to a pop radio station while busy with tasks at work. The music segued into a weather report. The announcer informed us it was a beautiful, sunny spring day, something I already knew. As to the forecast
for the morrow, he said: "It will be a carbon
copy of today." I had to stop when I heard this. Carbon copy? It not only didn't sound right, it seemed wildly dated. |
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