#mel boozer

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[Suggest sex partners for my muse and see their reaction!] King Bowser Koopa. Not some weakass humanized boozer, just the Koopa King himself, with the 3D cock model that Nintendo copyright struck.

Mel couldn’t help but to laugh upon hearing this suggestion. “Well damn. Somebody is thirsty as hell. How the fuck does Nintendo put a copyright on dick like that?”

“Anyways, he is pretty cute. Plus he is a king, so I am guessing that he has a lot of money too! So like he can probably buy me nice things.”

“But for sex, I’m totally down for it. I’d just need a lot of lube to fuck him since I imagine that his dick would be huge and my pussy isn’t invincible. I would need a lot of lube for fucking him.”

“…I bet he loves being pegged too…”

[equality-is-a-human-right]

Bayard Rustin was a mentor to Martin Luther King, Jr., who helped lead the March on Washington movement to help end employment discrimination for African Americans and other people of color, was arrested for being gay, and worked with groups aiding refugees from Vietnam and Cambodia. He was born on March 12th, 1912, and died on August 24th, 1987, of a perforated appendix at the age of 75.

He was a pioneer in rights for LGBTQ+ people in America.

Melvin “Mel” Boozer was a university professor, and an active member of both the Democratic Party and the Socialist Party. He graduated as salutorian at his high school, and was the president of the Gay Activist Alliance, which helped decriminalize sodomy and homosexual relationships. He nearly became the vice presidential nominee of the Democratic Party in 1980, winning 49 votes in the Democratic National Convention before losing the nomination to Walter Mondale. He was born on June 21st, 1945, and died on March 6th, 1987, of AIDS-related causes at the age of 41.

He was a pioneer in rights for LGBTQ+ people in America.

Marsha P. Johnson was a black trans woman, who was likely responsible for throwing the first brick at Stonewall. Known as the “mayor of Christopher Street,” she was a well-liked presence in Greenwich Village for her compassionate nature and relentless activism. A member of the Gay Liberation Front, she was an activist for sex workers, LGBTQ+ people, and people of color. She was born on August 24th, 1945, and was murdered on July 6th, 1992, at the age of 46.

She was a pioneer in rights for LGBTQ+ people in America.

LGBTQ+ history in America is as much the story of Black people and people of color as it is the story of white people. During Pride Month, it’s important for us to remember our roots, and to remember the people of color who fought relentlessly for our right to be ourselves, but are still facing discrimination for the color of their skin, the texture of their hair, and the languages they speak.

This Pride, show compassion and support for the Black and Brown activists fighting for their right to life by boosting their voices, not speaking over them, and by not looting and vandalizing during protests. White people, speak up against injustice when you see it, protect people of color from police violence, and open your ears and hearts when people of color make the effort to educate you. People of color, remember that it’s not your duty to educate white people, and that your lives matter, your contributions matter, and your futures matter.

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The Producers (2005)

Is this boozer brave enough to tackle the greatness that is Mel Brooks’ original 1967 The Producers?  Hell no.  But I can certainly pick on its lesser cousin, the 2005 musical.  It’s got much of the zip and edge of the original, though it ultimately feels a little bit stale in its execution.  Using much of the cast from the Broadway production, it can’t help but feel like it was shot like the theatre production as well.  Maybe watching West Side Story or (God forbid) The Sound of Music would inform the crew how to translate a stage musical to the screen in a more cinematic fashion.

THE RULES PICK ONE Select either HIT or FLOP and sip whenever that word is used to describe a show.

SIP

Someone names the Springtime for Hitler title.

People break into song.

Horny grandma or Bialystock name a role-play scenario.

A NYC landmark appears onscreen.

Franz Liebkind sustains an injury.

Bloom expresses misgivings about something.

BIG DRINK

Weird pigeon puppet antics.

A poster for a Bialystock production appears onscreen.

Bloom’s security blanket makes an appearance.

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Mel Boozer Said What Pete Buttigieg Can’t December 30, 2019 at 04:10PM

Mel Boozer grew up in a series of homes without electricity. Graduating second in the 1963 class of Dunbar High, the school of choice for Washington, D.C. https://ift.tt/2SykaE2

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Melvin “Mel” Boozer: National LGBTQ Rights Leader

Photo: Mel Boozer on the floor of the Democratic National Convention on Aug. 13, 1980. (Washington Blade archive photo by Lisa M. Keen)

#OnThisDate in 1945, national LBGTQ rights leader Melvin ‘Mel’ Boozer was born. A D.C. native, Boozer led a brief, but brilliant career as an activist following his 1979 graduation from Yale with a Ph.D. in Sociology. In 1979, Boozer became the first African American President of the now Gay & Lesbian Activist Alliance of Washington, D.C., serving two one-year terms. During his tenure, GLAA lobbied for the temporary passing of the Sexual Assault Reform Act, which eliminated D.C laws that discriminated against LGBTQ communities. This was later repealed by the U.S. Congress. In addition, Boozer led the GLAA to successfully gain the right to place a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier at Arlington National Cemetery. This act uplifted the service and memory of both LGBTQ and all others who lost their lives in service to the military.

“The priorities of Black gays cannot be fairly evaluated by the standards of a white agenda.”

Taking advantage of a Democratic Party rule, Boozer addressed the 1980 Democratic National Convention in New York as a prospective Vice-Presidential nominee. Using this platform, Boozer gave a moving speech that linked the bigotry against LBGTQ communities to bigotry that threatened the Civil Rights movement. Before dying of an AIDS-related illness, Boozer was honored for his contributions to the LBGTQ community and whole of D.C in 1987 by former D.C. Mayor Marion Barry and the D.C. Council.

“I know what it means to be called a nigger and I know what it means to be called a faggot, and I understand the difference in the marrow of my bones.  And I can sum up that difference in one word: NONE.  Bigotry is bigotry.  Discrimination is discrimination. It hurts just as much.”

Read the transcript of Boozer’s 1980 Democratic National Convention speech: bit.ly/2sN8Ve7

[keywestlou]

CHE THE LAST OF HIS GENERATION IS DEAD

A sad blog I write this morning.

Che is dead. A Chart Room friend. Not sure when he died. His body was found some days afterward. Jean Thornton called me last night to tell me of his demise.

Che had a special distinction. HIS ASHES WILL BE PLACED IN THE CHART ROOM BAR. His hole in the bar has been ready and waiting for years.

Key West is strange in that locals do not care who you are, what you did, etc. when you come to live here full time. Important is who you are today. Hopefully a good and loving person.

Che and his friends were those kind of people.

A little Che background.

Che’s name. Richard Kohen. Originally from New York City. Came to Key West in the 1960’s or 1970’s. Never left. Key West his home till the day of he died.

Never called Richard, always Che. Sometimes confused for a Cuban.

I never knew Che’s real name til last night. Jean called to advise it. She had just learned it.

When Che first arrived, he and Chart Room friends used to fish daily. Whoever caught the most fish, cooked the fish and had dinner at his home that night.

After a day which found Che with the biggest catch, Che as he left his friends yelled, “Come to Chez Kohen’s tonight for dinner.” The French “Chez” for house became Che and thus has he been known for years.

I first met Che some 15 years ago at the Chart Room bar. We became friends. Che had many friends. I would describe Che as a first generation Chart Room patron and those I am about to name second generation.

The second generation can be considered newbies. Though some have been here almost as long as Che. Jean Thornton, John Holster, Sheila Cullen, David Hecht, Steve and Cindy Thompson, Valerie Chelley, Marty Leshaw, Frank Holden who died 2 weeks ago, Cori Convertino, Ollie Kofoid. Janine Brown, Merri Brown, and Louis.

We of the second generation visit the Chart Room frequently. Do not have holes for our ashes in the bar unfortunately.

Che never changed from the day I met him.

Five foot six. Very thin. Always stood at the end of the bar. As if he was holding court. Marty Leshaw lived in Key West for years. He would stand at the end of the bar with Che. I always felt they were competing for the spot.

Che was argumentative. A sharp mind. Disagreeable, however. Knew everything. Never in an offensive manner. Merely Che.

Marty and he were philosophically from opposite ends of the spectrum. Argued frequently. Loudly sometimes. Always friends, however.

There was a time years ago when Che, Marty and I would go to Kelley’s after Happy Hour on wednesdays for wings. Then Kelley came up with a tuesday night Maine lobster special. $18.95. We immediately became tuesday night customers.

In his later years, Che became increasingly reclusive. He died recently at 85. As his 83rd or 84th birthday was approaching, Jean Thornton arranged for our second generation group to throw a birthday party at the Chart Room. Jean is mother Hubbard. Caring. Concerned. Takes care of everyone.

Jean arranged for food with the ladies and some small gifts for Che. She knew Che might not show. She had him swear he would be there. Don’t worry, he said. Che never showed.

To best understand Che, you have to understand the Chart Room and the bar holes. Those places of internment.

A little history in order.

The Chart Room first.

A local blog from 2011 to 2015 was Key West Wind. Its author No Nonsense. I could find no better name nor do I know if No Nonsense is still alive. He wrote a terrific blog about the Chart Room and the first generation group. Dated 9/25/2012. The blog can be found at keywestwind.blogspot.com.

So good is the blog, I am compelled to plagiarize on occasion. To do less would be to do a disservice to the blog, the Chart Room, the holes in the bar, and the members of the first generation. Where I plagiarize, quotes will be used.

The Chart Room is “…..deep in the intestines of a big resort hotel…..there is a dingy low ceilinged room that could pass for a large storage closet…..a heavy mahogany bar with seven battered bar stools ending at a popcorn machine last cleaned during the Carter administration…..Crowded into one corner a round table with sagging chairs…..The floor is carpeted with shells from a huge barrel of peanuts; the walls are covered with cracked and fading photos of patrons past, and the air is permanently saturated with the acrid essence of booze, beer and cigarettes. No sunlight has ever intruded here…..ever.”

The first generation founded a club which led to the holes in the bar. The first generation consisted of seven members. Che obviously one of them. Initially, a rowdy dinner club. They named their club the Chartroom Gentlemen’s Club and Occasional Choir.

Boozers all. Significantly so.

The Club became known locally by the acronym CGCOL,  “commonly understood to mean Fuck You in Klingon.”

The members seven. Six now gone. The one survivor James Cox, Jr., a Houston banker. Son of member James “Whistle” Cox.

The seven members in no particular order.

Mel Fisher. The most famous of all. The man who discovered the Spanish galleon Atocha. The treasure first found amounted to $400 million. Fisher bought the drinks that night.

General Geof. Commander of the Conch Republic Army.

Bob Smith. A semi-retired software guru. He occasionally took me out on his small sail boat. He provided the food. Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Panamah Peat. Also known as Peter Hill. He died when his liver gave out. He resembled a desiccated old pirate. “Widely known in Key West as a talented jewelry designer, skilled photographer and hopeless drunk.” Panamah’s body lay unclaimed in the Veterans’ Hospital for six months till his family was located. The story goes the family did not want to give a small portion of Panamah’s ashes to the group for internment in the Chart Room bar. Someone somehow got into their hotel room and took a shot glass full. The theft never discovered.

James “Whistle” Cox. A “drunk.” Nicknamed after a tiny whistle he attached to each pair of cabana pants he made for local clothing shops. Loved to sing. “Lubricated his vocal chords by consuming a quart of Smirnoff Vodka each day.” Led singing at meetings and dinners of Club members. Some songs a capella. He provided sheet music to accompany the a capella music. He conducted the singing with sweeping arms. Occasionally losing his balance and falling. Died in his mid 40’s.

Che. I already shared earlier what I know about him. No Nonsense described Che as “a fast talking gravelly-voiced New Yorker who was also a founding member of the CGCOC.”

James Cox, Jr. I know nothing of him. He may be dead. He was the son of Whistle Cox and may have had his hole in the bar drilled at the request of his father.

I provided all information re the members I could find or learn. Most long gone, difficult to ascertain more than I have been able to provide.

A closing thought.

The six already gone have to be creating havoc in the after life. I can see the Lord putting up with their antics. I doubt however St. Peter and the Guardian Angels are so inclined.

How did these crazy Key Westers get here they may ask. Drinking, singing and otherwise having a good time all the time.  Now and forever.

God bless them!

Enjoy your day!

    CHE THE LAST OF HIS GENERATION IS DEAD was originally published on Key West Lou

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“Would you ask me how I’d dare to compare the civil rights struggle with the struggle for lesbian and gay rights? I can compare, and I do compare them. I know what it means to be called a nigger. I know what it means to be called a faggot. And I can sum up the difference in one word: none.” – Melvin “Mel” Boozer (June 21, 1945 – March 6, 1987), Address to the Democratic National Convention (DNC), New York City, August 1980 (pictured on the convention floor). . Mel Boozer, who died thirty years ago today, was an American academic and activist, best-known for his leadership of the Gay Activists Alliance (GAA) in Washington, D.C., and for addressing the 1980 DNC. . Boozer, who graduated from Dartmouth, received a Ph.D. from Yale, and served as a professor of sociology at the University of Maryland, first was elected president of D.C.’s GAA in 1979; he was the first African American to serve in that role. While president, Boozer oversaw the passage of a D.C. ordinance decriminalizing sodomy; under pressure from the Christian right, however, Congress used its authority to repeal the ordinance. Boozer also helped win GAA the right to lay a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknowns in Arlington Cemetery and to place posters reading “Someone You Love is Gay” on local buses. . In 1980, Boozer was nominated for Vice President of the United States by members of the first delegation of lesbians and gays to the DNC; he gave a stirring speech to a nearly-empty Madison Square Garden: “Bigotry is bigotry…Discrimination is discrimination…I believe that there is no power on this earth that can defeat the American people as long as we remain true to the values which have made us great.” Boozer received 49 votes before balloting was suspended and then-Vice President Walter Mondale was re-nominated. . In 1981, Boozer was hired as a district director for the National Gay Task Force; he lost the job in 1983, “leaving the nation’s oldest gay organization even whiter.” In 1982, he co-founded the Langston Hughes-Eleanor Roosevelt Democratic Club to advocate for Black LGBTQs in D.C. . Mel Boozer died of AIDS-related illness on March 6, 1987; he was forty-one. #HavePrideInHistory #MelBoozer (at New York, New York)

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Live Review: Ghost Of The Avalanche

Artist: Ghost Of The Avalanche

Venue:  Wagon and Horses, DIE DAS DER Presents: Yr Welcome Lite, Birmingham, UK

Date: 9th September 2017

Rating: 9.0/10

Through the saloon, pass the loos and out the back of a Birmingham boozer, you’ll find the unexpected delights of Yr Welcome Lite, a one day festival put on by Brummie creative bunch DIE DAS DER. A fairly ordinary looking pub; Wagon and Horses plays host to a range of noisy bands from around the country and they don’t come much noisier than Bath’s finest – Ghost Of The Avalanche.

Resplendent, head to toe in white, Nick Wiltone and Mel Per-Hour attack their late evening time slot with that of a well-honed headline band – melding their own brand of noise-punk into devastating earworms, coated in melody but with a brutal aftertaste. The twosome don’t muck about either, packing in song after song as they hurtle through their already burgeoning back catalogue at a breakneck speed. New EP ‘Obsessive Compulsive Gender Dysphoria’ is fully represented tonight, with all five songs sprinkled throughout the band’s exemplary performance – from smash ‘n’ grab opener ‘Oblivion’ to the poppy but rough around the edges ‘White Noise’. These new additions to the set fit in perfectly when played alongside old favourites like ‘City Heat’ and the molten assault of ‘Volcano’.

For most in attendance, this will have been their first experience of Ghost Of The Avalanche’s insatiable dark-pop but you wouldn’t have guessed it – the south west noiseniks were welcomed to Birmingham like it was a homecoming; each twisted nugget of blistering punk rock was met with huge applause and arguably, GOTA played to one of the biggest crowds of the whole day.  

With their new-found fans eating out of the palm of their hands, Wiltone and Per-Hour ended their short 30-minute set on a triumphant note – abandoning the stage to bring their music, quite literally to the masses – drumkit and all. With the sound of feedback trailing off into the night sky and Per-Hour perched on his bass drum – suffice to say, Ghost Of The Avalanche, came, saw and conquered. Yr Welcome…indeed.

A headline spot for next year then, yeah?!

 Photography by Naomi Abbs-Williams

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#Repost @lgbt_history with @repostapp ・・��� “A black gay person who is a sexual conundrum to society is already, long before the question of sexuality comes into it, menaced and marked because he’s black or she’s black. The sexual question comes after the question of color; it’s simply one more aspect of the danger in which all black people live. I think white gay people feel cheated because they were born, in principle, into a society in which they were supposed to be safe. The anomaly of their sexuality puts them in danger, unexpectedly. Their reaction seems to me in direct proportion to the sense of feeling cheated of the advantages which accrue to white people in a white society. There’s an element, it has always seemed to me, of bewilderment of complaint. Now that may sound very harsh, but the gay world is no more prepared to accept black people than anywhere else in society. It’s a very hermetically sealed world with very unattractive features, including racism.” – James Baldwin, c. 1984. @lgbt_history celebrates—today and every day, this and every month—the countless Black pioneers who fought—and continue to fight—on the front lines for queer liberation. Pictured (from top left): • Alvin Ailey • Barbara Jordan • Alexander John Goodrum • Countee Cullen • Pauli Murray • Stormé DeLarverie • Rita Hester • Johnny Mathis • Bayard Rustin • Laverne Cox • Glenn Burke • Marsha P. Johnson • House of Jourdan Ball • Dykes Against Racism Everywhere • Gay sailors • Josephine Baker • Little Richard • Billy Preston • James Baldwin • Gay Liberation Front members • Sylvester • Miss Major Griffin Gracy • Big Mama Thornton • André Leon Talley • Ernestine Eckstein • Black Lesbian Caucus • Mel Boozer • Willi Ninja • Gwenn Craig • Billy Strayhorn • Zazu Nova • Mabel Hampton • Lady Chablis • RuPaul • Audre Lorde • #lgbthistory #HavePrideInHistory

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Mel Boozer Said What Pete Buttigieg Can’t December 26, 2019 at 12:34PM

Mel Boozer grew up in a series of homes without electricity. Graduating second in the 1963 class of Dunbar High, the school of choice for Washington, D.C. https://ift.tt/2SykaE2

[sonsandbrothers]

Before it was cool to post rainbow filters on Facebook, Mel Boozer fought hard for equality. On this day in 1980, Boozer made history by coming in 2nd place for the vice presidential nomination at the Democratic National Convention. A long time activist, Boozer was instrumental in decriminalizing sodomy and winning the right to place wreaths on the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. #HistoryMade

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Mel Boozer at the New York City Gay Pride Rally, 1982. Photo: Jeff Sanyour

Mel Boozer worked to raise LGBT and racism issues within the Democratic Party, working on Jesse Jackson’s 1984 presidential campaign and helping found the mostly black and LGBT Langston Hughes-Eleanor Roosevelt Democratic Club in Washington, DC.

[lgbt-history-archive]

“A black gay person who is a sexual conundrum to society is already, long before the question of sexuality comes into it, menaced and marked because he’s black or she’s black. The sexual question comes after the question of color; it’s simply one more aspect of the danger in which all black people live. I think white gay people feel cheated because they were born, in principle, into a society in which they were supposed to be safe. The anomaly of their sexuality puts them in danger, unexpectedly. Their reaction seems to me in direct proportion to the sense of feeling cheated of the advantages which accrue to white people in a white society. There’s an element, it has always seemed to me, of bewilderment of complaint. Now that may sound very harsh, but the gay world is no more prepared to accept black people than anywhere else in society. It’s a very hermetically sealed world with very unattractive features, including racism.” – James Baldwin, c. 1984. @lgbt_history celebrates—today and every day, this and every month—the countless Black pioneers who fought—and continue to fight—on the front lines for queer liberation. Pictured (from top left): • Alvin Ailey • Barbara Jordan • Alexander John Goodrum • Countee Cullen • Pauli Murray • Stormé DeLarverie • Rita Hester • Johnny Mathis • Bayard Rustin • Laverne Cox • Glenn Burke • Marsha P. Johnson • House of Jourdan Ball • Dykes Against Racism Everywhere • Gay sailors • Josephine Baker • Little Richard • Billy Preston • James Baldwin • Gay Liberation Front members • Sylvester • Miss Major Griffin Gracy • Big Mama Thornton • André Leon Talley • Ernestine Eckstein • Black Lesbian Caucus • Mel Boozer • Willi Ninja • Gwenn Craig • Billy Strayhorn • Zazu Nova • Mabel Hampton • Lady Chablis • RuPaul • Audre Lorde • #lgbthistory #HavePrideInHistory