#Gay Money

[remembertheplunge]

June 11, 2005

Beginning of last volume of my 40’s I guess. It’s Saturday.

So, since Gay Pride  Parade in San Fransisco is June 27, from now until my birthday on June 20th will be a study of my first 50 years and of gaydom at large!

Age and gay: Elephants in the living room.

“Poets, artists, writers, rebels, and thinkers. “Fringe” people. From the book “Gay Money” page 117.

“Their councils are largely closed to us.”

“…if that means pushing us aside, tossing us out, or running us over if we get in their way.”  Gay Money page 123.

“Looking back, we now understand why we had to abandon that which seemed to define our life before. In many ways that life has ended…”.  Gay Money. p. 106

Jim and I sit in the den and watch “Next Food Network Star!”

A commercial.

A man has a big mansion. A fancy car. A sining group entertains him

15 minutes of fame.

Next scene: The house is in foreclosure. The car is being towed away.

Jim said to me “It’s you!  Ha ha. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

(After being fired from the Public Defender’s  office in 1997, I lost my house to foreclosure and had to declare bankruptcy.)

Ellen Kushner’s National Public Radio’s show “Sound and Spirit is on now.

It’s theme is marriage.

“Marriage is full integration into human society, the wedding results in a social unit. The union is recognized.

 My margin note to above dated 6/19/2006:   (Regarding my relationship with Jim:)   “ Our wedding is imagined. As if it happened and is vaguely forgotten."

End of this part of the entry

[storm-of-feathers]

yeah yeah rainbow capitalism is bad and whatever but like. when I was a child, being pro gay was not the popular or lucrative choice. I'm happy that times have changed.

[scurvyboy]

stans because he's my favorite guy in the world ever i think

[linhzard]

steady breathing now, jojo!

(this is a redraw hehe)

[satanfemme]

me and my friends love to label our animals (either with genuine vibes-based assumptions, or as jokes) and I wonder how normal this practice is

[rooksunday]

thinking about fox getting his first poll card after the vode get citizenship. the guard scattered after sithsplosion day, but he and a score or so that were functionally useless without each other, like nervous space greyhounds with military training, all ended up bundled together on some planet in the mid rim.

he’s been working on a book about his years at the senate. no one knows about it aside from thorn, who has been checking his basic, and advising him where he needs to wind the reveals back a little because libel. the rest of the time he does payroll for a number of small businesses, picking and choosing his hours, and delighting in sending invoices for his business: the shiny security fund, he’s called it, to continue the tradition in a more official manner.

(when they’d been on triple zero, the fund had been for rations. blankets. bacta. they’d conned credits from tourists and stolen them from senators and turned those credits into hope for the poor bastards shipped to the city that ate shinies before they could ever earn paint. these days, the fund was for whatever his guard wanted. aside from a pony. fox couldn’t figure out where hound would keep the pony.)

the book had been born from two lists. one was the blackmail and gossip the guard had collected during their stint on coruscant; that was where thorn needed to check for dangers, but since most of those senators had died in sith-related incidents, or had been jailed when the media got hold of their dealings, all fox was doing was providing context.

the other part of the book was fox’s List. thire sometimes called it a manifesto, because he had been studying for his degree and liked to show off occasionally. the list was a suggestion of changes to the republic, some small, some large. it was a silly fancy of fox’s, as the whole book was, but if he couldn’t indulge himself in his own karkin’ book then they might as well have punted him off the high levels back on coruscant.

yet for all that he’d settled—and paid taxes, even—fox hadn’t felt part of the citizenship of the planet. then the poll card had arrived. and suddenly he mattered in a tangible way. just like the bothan baker next door did. just like the twi’lek downstairs, the one with the noisy kriffin’ speeder, did.

thorn found fox in the kitchen, still staring at the scrap of card. he rapped his knuckles on the doorframe.

“you okay there, chief?” he asked. he’d been trying out alternatives to ‘sir’. “noise complaint again?”

fox shook his head. he didn’t look up. “voting thing. there’s an election.”

“oh! yeah, we got ours yesterday. are you— what’s that face you’re making. i don’t think i like it.”

fox raised his head and gleamed his smile at thorn, who backed away slightly, one hand drifting to where a blaster once hung. fox’s eyes felt very wide. he jabbed the poll card like a vibroknife.

“do you know what this means?”

“democracy comes in two postal batches?”

“no! well, yes, apparently, and that’s inefficient, but— no!” fox jabbed the card again. “this means i am a citizen and i am about to make that a senator’s problem. where’s my manifes— list, thorn? it’s time for an update.”

[s0bk]

it's good anyway tbh

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

No time to play. You are being sent away.

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[geekinthesheet5]

All according to plan😛

[gophergal]

You get wrecked by a Heavy+Medic duo and see one of these taunts before you respawn. How do you react?

(aka: @cursed--alien and I were bullshitting about potential taunts that would kill homophobic gamer boys on sight and these shitty doodles are the result)

[they-call-me-youngermoney]

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[beanghostprincess]

Nami's guard dog <3

[bathylychnops]

these freaks again happy pride month

[unzip-your-guts]

So I finally got around to listening to Dog Park Dissidents... I didn't expect a song about the death of gay cruising culture to make me want to cry

[w98pops]

small christine sketch... i love you my short queen