Month: April 2015

Homo Haiku…


Alas, a lot has happened these last few weeks, that have prevented me from continuing to actively participate in National Poetry Writing Month (or, NaPoWriMo, for short).

From major Well-Being issues, to being massively busy with both my professional Psychic Practice, and my position of employment on the side, to, well, other things.

Nonetheless, I wanted to conclude my National Poetry Writing Month by engaging in Gay Male-themed Haiku, or, as I AM cleverly referring to it, “Homo Haiku.”

And here we go…

 

Hi, Adam and Steve

Are you here to show us how

Men have sex with men?

 
Daddy and his boy

Fucking, sucking, licking, more

Bonded, sex and love.

 

Gay Men marrying

With trials and tribulations

Success is assured.

 

And there you have it.

Now, I did some research and learned (or, rather, relearned) that Haiku lines rarely rhyme.  This is a good thing for me!

Before I close, I wish to acknowledge my newest blog follower, “missymichaels452.”  Thank you for all the wonderful ways you honor who you are and what you do.  May you receive great insight and great PRIDE from following “This Gay Man’s Life…”

And for those of you already following or reading “This Gay Man’s Life…” thank you for honoring who you are and what you do, and thank you so much for honoring who I AM and what I do, too.visualhaiku

7th Annual New York Rainbow Book Fair…


Yesterday, Saturday, April 18, 2015, I had the opportunity, honor and pleasure of attending the 7th Annual New York Rainbow Fair, which is touted as “The Premier LGBT Book Event in the U. S.”

I was in sheer heaven!  Remember, I AM a certified bibliophile, and when I look at some of these photographs on the Internet showcasing some of the most GORGEOUS Libraries on the Planet, I experience something quite akin to an orgasm!

As most of you know, I book up very fast.  In previous years, I would find out about this event either a few weeks after it took place, and in one case, a few months.

Fortunately for me, I found out about this event back in March, a full month or so before the Fair took place.  I was excited, and I was ready.

The Rainbow Book Fair was from 12-6PM, however, I was Divinely Guided to wait until after my local postal carrier did his or her rounds for the day.  After I retrieved my regular mail (or, to use the phrase of the day,”surface mail”) for the day, I was off to Manhattan.

I wanted to walk up from Port Authority, and I was feeling good, listening to Chaka Khan on my smartphone (thank you, Spotify!), and feeling good.  I was wearing a new outfit and showing off a bit of tummy!

But you do not want to hear about that (or, maybe you do!).  Regardless, I was on my way to the Holiday Inn Midtown where the Rainbow Book Fair was held.

Now, as I have mentioned in previous posts, as well as offline, I happen to love books, and were it not for time and money, I have no doubt I would have needed to purchase some luggage, or even hired a personal assistant to assist me with my purchases!

I had arrived at approximately 2:30PM, and was delightfully shocked that the admission price was $3.00.  That is how much I pay to go from where I live into Manhattan.  In my Mind I thought, “That’s it?!”  Indeed, I shall happily pay $3.00 to walk in the door and buy books!

I was pleasantly surprised to see that the volunteer behind the table was someone with whom I have engaged in social activities at both the Gay Community Center of Manhattan, as well as the Queens Pride House in the Jackson Heights section of Queens, NYC.

I received a program, a sticker (which fell off not too long after my arrival; next time I shall put it on my face and see if it stays there!), and a copy of the Gotham Cafe menu (no, I did not eat there, but I have a great reason to return).

Then, I walked around, and found a table for the Bureau of General Services-Queer Division (and yes, I still need to write that blog post about them!).

From there, I walked to the table for Lethe Press.  Now, as many of you know, I AM a big fan of the Marco Fontana Mystery Series written by THE Joseph R. G. DeMarco, whose books are published by Lethe Press, so you know I had to go to that table.

I do not recall the names on the sign, but neither author was there.  However, Mr. Jonathan Harper was, whose Energy is lovely, and who is quite easy on the eyes!

I must confess, when I first walked up to him, I thought he worked for Lethe Press, as in, he was an employee, but I was happy to learn that he was selling copies of his debut collection of short stories, Daydreamers.  It has been a while since I have read a collection of short stories, so I AM looking forward to this.

After this, I met Chris who was representing La Casa Azul (which is Spanish for “The Blue House”), which is East Harlem, NYC’s, local, independent bookstore.  You know I love my Independent Booksellers!  And yes, I AM already planning a trip, and soon!

From there, I walked over to the table featuring the works of Rhys Ethan, “Author-Actor-Crazy Person.”  Mr. Ethan is yet another lovely man with lovely Energy and quite easy on the eyes!  We had a great conversation about Spirituality, and although I did not purchase any of his books, I did purchase this pin he made.  It consists of a big safety-pin, pink and green ribbons (you know I love my Heart Chakra colors!), and two dangling spheres, ocean blue on one side, rich pink on the other, and above each sphere, angel wings.  And for a dollar each, how could I not?!

Then, I made my way to the table featuring Stephen Morris, author of the Come Hell or High Water Trilogy of novels.  Clearly, my Witch Powers were directing me to this table, because this series is too good not to read!

The first novel, subtitled “Wellspring,” begins in Prague in 1356, and then flashes forward to Prague, Spring, 2002.

If I went any further, this post would be about this trilogy of novels, as opposed to the 7th Annual New York Rainbow Book Fair.

And then, my last stop (at the time, anyway) was to the table manned by THE Perry Brass.  I had the honor and pleasure of meeting him previously, during an in-person meeting of Gay Men of Wisdom, founded the wonderful Ray Rigoglioso, author of Gay Men and the New Way Forward.  And yes, I surprised Ray, once more, and the manner in which I surprised him surprised me, too!!

Perry Brass is just as lovely as ever.  Friendly, eloquent, and engaging.  I happily discovered that he had written a sequel to his book The Manly Art of Seduction: How to Meet, Talk to, and Become Intimate with Anyone.  The sequel is entitled The Manly Pursuit of Desire and Love: Your Guide to Life, Happiness, and Emotional and Sexual Fulfillment in a Closed-Down World.  As soon as I heard that, it was an instant purchase!

And then, I discovered that he was also selling back copies of his previous works at what I would call a Divine Discount.  I was Divinely Guided (appropriately enough) to purchase his novel The Substance of God.

Well, after all that, I wanted to see if I could meet a particular published author.  No, I shall not state his name, but I had a lovely surprise waiting for me.

Going into the room where I thought I would meet this author, I arrived a few minutes before the start of a panel discussion: “In the Beginning,” LGBT Jewish Writers on Culture, Heritage, and Queer Family Ties.

Now, I have always felt drawn to Jewish Culture, and there was a time, when I was younger, that I seriously considered converting to Judaism.  Indeed, had I done so, I would have gone from being a Jew to being a Jewitch, but I digress.

The Panel was moderated by THE Perry Brass, and featured Michael Broder, his husband, Jason Schneiderman, Donna Minkowitz, Ms. D. L. King, and Martha Shelley, whose Energy I loved with each subsequent eloquent word.

It was a lively, fun and mentally stimulating discussion, and my ears certainly perked up when there was the topic of Paganism and Judaism!

And yes, afterward, my friend and I stopped in a cafe, where I had a coffee and a hamantaschen,also known as hamantashen or hamentaschen, and before taking my first bite, I gave Gratitude and Praise to the Queen of Heaven!

I highly recommend you visit the following Websites:

http://rainbowbookfair.org/

(WordPress Blog.  YES!)

 

http://jonathan-harper.com/

(the Website of Mr. Jonathan Harper)

 

http://www.lacasaazulbookstore.com/

(The official Website of La Casa Azul, East Harlem’s local, independent bookstore)

 

http://www.rcethan.com/

(the official Website of the “Author-Actor-Crazy Person” Mr. Rhys Ethan)

 

http://www.comehellorhighwaterprague.com/

(The Website for Mr. Stephen Morris, author of this Trilogy of novels)

 

http://www.perrybrass.com/

(The official Website of THE Perry Brass)

 

And there you have it!

Lesbians, my fellow Gay Men, Bisexuals, Transgenders, and our straight allies, as well as my blog followers and blog readers.  Thank you for honoring who you are and what you do, and for honoring who I AM and what I do, too.

I wish you the Peace, Health, and Plenty of this Day.rbf7_masthead_web

NaPoWriMo, Day 10: “Prayer,” by Francisco X. Alarcón


Good morning, everyone, and a Happy Saturday and Day of Saturn (Planet of Divine Discipline) to all of you!  How are you today?

Well, yesterday I did not post my National Poetry Writing Month (or, NaPoWriMo, for short) posts for yesterday, Friday, April 10, 2015, so I AM doing a bit of catch up today.

I Lovingly present to all of you, “Prayer,” by Francisco X. Alarcón, which is another wonderful poem I found by visiting

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/article/244024#article

Here we go…

 

Prayer

by Francisco X. Alarcón

Translated by Francisco Aragón

 

I want a god

as my accomplice

who spends nights

in houses

of ill repute

and gets up late

on Saturdays

 

a god

who whistles

through the streets

and trembles

before the lips

of his lover

 

a god

who waits in line

at the entrance

of movie houses

and likes to drink

café au lait

 

a god

who spits

blood from

tuberculosis and

doesn’t even have

enough for bus fare

 

a god

knocked

unconscious

by the billy club

of a policeman

at a demonstration

 

a god

who pisses

out of fear

before the flaring

electrodes

of torture

 

a god

who hurts

to the last

bone and

bites the air

in pain

 

a jobless god

a striking god

a hungry god

a fugitive god

an exiled god

an enraged god

 

a god

who longs

from jail

for a change

in the order

of things

 

I want a

more godlike

god

 

This is from a collection entitled From the Other Side of Night/Del otro lado de la noche, published by University of Arizona Press, Copyright 2002.

The poet who penned "Prayer."
The poet who penned “Prayer.”

NaPoWriMo, Day 9: “Gay,” by RF…


I found this poem, via a search, using the Google.

 

Gay

by RF

If I wasn’t gay would people care?

Would they actually let me breathe the same air?

Could I actually go to school,

without people being so cruel?

Could I live in a world with no hate?

Maybe people would love me if I was straight.

It’s not as easy as people think.

I can’t just go to a shrink.

I didn’t choose to be this way.

You really think I’d want to be gay?

I don’t want attention,

I don’t want fame.

This isn’t some sort of game.

I am who I am and that’s okay.

Most people don’t see it that way.

I only wish I could be the same.

To have a wedding and it not be shamed.

I want to have kids and not be judged.

I don’t want my reputation smudged.

But apparently I’m different now.

Sick in the head somehow.

Therapy and shock treatment for something that can’t be fixed.

How did I get put into this mix?

Toxic and tragic,

that’s my life.

It’s like I was stabbed in the back with a knife.

I’m gay,

what’s wrong with that?

I get treated like some rat.

Using your holy books and your religion.

To fight against something that makes no difference.

I want to be human not a punching bag.

Always getting called a fag.

Let that word have power and it gets to you.

But that words as good as whatever is stuck to the bottom of my shoe.

I love being this way.

I don’t care what you say.

 

For more poems, please feel free to visit:

http://hellopoetry.com/

 

Thank you, and good night.tumblr_kuadyoKmXC1qawxujo1_500RAINBOW FLAG AND COLOR MEANINGS

 

 

 

NaPoWriMo, Day 8: “Please,” by Sappho…


Lately, figures from the Ancient Greek Cosmology have been making Their Presence known in my life.

And with that, I honorably transcribe this poem from the Divine Daughter of Lesbos, Sappho, entitled “Please.”

 

Please

Come back to me, Gongyla, here tonight,

You, my rose, with your Lydian lyre.

There hovers forever around you delight:

A beauty desired.

 

Even your garment plunders my eyes.

I am enchanted: I who once

Complained to the Cyprus-born goddess,

Whom I now beseech

 

Never to let this lose me grace

But rather bring you back to me:

Amongst all mortal women the one

I most which to see.

–Translated by Paul Roche

 

For some more of the late and great Sappho’s poetry, feel free to visit:

http://www.sappho.com/poetry/sappho.html

For now, thank you, one and all, for honoring who you are and what you do.

Good night.

Thanks to bing.com for helping me find this image.
Thanks to bing.com for helping me find this image.

NaPoWriMo, Day 7: “My Voice,” by Rafael Campo…


Once again, the Poetry Foundation’s “LGBTQ Pride Poems” has helped me for tonight’s post, in honor of National Poetry Writing Month (or, NaPoWriMo, for short).

This one is not only written by a Gay Man, but by a Cuban Gay Man (which means I have two things in common with the poet).

And here it is:

 

My Voice,

by Rafael Campo

To cure myself of wanting Cuban songs,

I wrote a Cuban song about the need

For people to suppress their fantasies,

Especially unhealthy ones.  The song

Began by making reference to the sea,

Because the sea is like a need so great

And deep it never can be swallowed.  Then

The song explores some common myths

But the Cuban people and their folklore:

The story of a little Carib boy

Mistakenly abandoned by the sea;

The legend of a bird who wanted song

So desperately he gave up flight; a queen

Whose strength was greater than a rival king’s.

The song goes one about morality,

How deep it is, how many creatures need

Its nourishment, how beautiful it is

To need.  The song is ending now, because

I cannot bear to hear it any longer.

I call this song of needful love my voice.

 

I just finished reading Mr. Campo’s bio, and all I can say is ‘WOW!”

Thank you, one and all, for honoring who you are and what you do.

And good night!

rafael-campo
A photo of Mr. Rafael Campo, from the Poetry Foundation’s Website.

 

 

 

NaPoWriMo, Day 6: “April Rain Song,” by Langston Hughes…


I AM very pleased to share that one of my favorite people on the Planet and fellow Bloggers, “Shell,” wrote a lovely blog post today, in honor of National Poetry Writing Month (or, NaPoWriMo, for short).

And so, without further ado, here is “April Rain Song,” by (the late and great) Langston Hughes:

 

Let the rain kiss you

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops

Let the rain sing you a lullaby

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk

The rain makes running pools in a gutter

The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night

And I love the rain.

 

Offhand, I do not know if Shell knows that Langston Hughes was a Gay Man, but I found it interesting that the image that accompanies her post features a rainbow umbrella!

Please feel free to visit the original post (and please, no hating on the fact that Shell is a Blogspot Blogger!), by visiting:

http://swanofdreamers.blogspot.com/2015/04/april-rain-song-by-langston-hughes.html

Have a great night, and may the rain kiss you to sleep and bless you with Love and Light and Life.langston-hughes-with-hat-on