When he came to New York, after, there was a ticker tape parade for him. I had just met a young man through our mutual recent appointments to the March of Dimes Birth Defects Foundation National Youth Committee whose father was a judge, and he invited me down to one of the court house buildings where he said he could get us out on the roof. He did, and we were the only people up there and we watched the parade from there. It was terrifying, and I remember thinking he was supposed to kiss me; he didn't.
Capitulation to bigotry causes real harm.
Also, wow, I feel way too much compassion for Spike.
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Date: 2010-02-12 05:45 pm (UTC)Living in that small a space? No. Just, no, no matter how tastefully done.
I was sorry to read of Alexander McQueen's death. And for some weird, fannish reason I was reminded of Robert E. Howard, the creator of Conan the Barbarian, who also committed suicide following his beloved mother's death.
I'm giving Buzz a bit of a bemused chance, largely for the monumentally irrational reasons that a)I actually like being able to say things in what I think will essentially be My Own Sekrit Treehouse Fort, because, really, who in the hell is really going to use this in the quasi Facebook, quasi-Twitter way Google obviously wants us to, and b) even knowing all of the intrusive things Google does, I still love Gmail, use Gdocs and their calendar to write and keep my life organized, and at least I know the intrusions are all being done by one company. Yes, irrational. Very much so.