I forgot to mention that this year's workshop is being co-led. For the first time in thirty years, David is being joined by his direct superior in the RC hierarchy, Jeanne d`Arc, the International Reference Person for Gay and Lesbian Liberation. I'm pretty sure we met some forty years ago when Charlie Kreiner was alive and still the ILP for Men and ( Read more... )

Breakfast was great. I over ate as I usually do at these events. Feeling ever so slightly nauseous. Caffeine withdrawal is also kicking in. Everyone seems talky and needy at this hour of the morning. Class is starting late which always makes me nervous and irritable. A round of throwing small cylindrical objects across the meeting space has broken ( Read more... )

Either I am dreaming more or just waking up more often. In any event, I seem to be developing new streams of thought that don't fit into any of my normal dreamscape storylines. For example last night, I had two different dreaming episodes about two or three hours apart that struck me as rather new ( Read more... )

I failed to make it to church entirely yesterday and the guilt associated with it resulted in double the amount of psycho-sexual processing. As if the evidence were not conclusive enough at this point that St. Michael's is a stand-in for The Body of Christ, in a very literal sense, the night got off to a rollicking start with an attempt to seed a ( Read more... )

Crosby once asked me what my apartment was like and because I thought the likelihood of his ever seeing the inside of it quite small, I made the effort, in the form of a letter to South Africa, of describing it in some detail. For instance, I admitted right away that I lived "like a bear" amidst a lot of clutter. Now that it is Fall and things are ( Read more... )

I realized a week ago during an episode of "Bull", a new courtroom drama appearing on CBS, that my old Saturday Kitchen co-worker, Sam Gilroy, was alive and well and getting acting gigs. He had one foot in the door already as the son of well-known screenwriter, Tony Gilroy. When I knew him, he was still on the waiting list for Wesleyan and ( Read more... )

I've always said that to understand Sunday morning in America, you have to understand what went on Saturday night. Back when I was an honorary member of the Twenties/Thirties Group that often meant recovering from a night spent drinking. We were dutifully contrite the morning after and tried our best not to show the signs of wear and tear as we ( Read more... )

The term "middle-class" was created in order to restimulate feelings. It predates the Industrial Revolution, but, even in its earliest days it was nearly always used as a way of putting a certain class of people in their "place", to silence them, to discredit their contributions ( Read more... )

How did that happen? I was so sure that Sam was in his early forties. Was it his salt and pepper gray hair (apparently premature?) Was it his secure job with The City? Something about him just shouted, "Maturity!" and "Stability ( Read more... )

It's not the heat. Nor is it the humidity. It's counseling without coffee. Sam and I pulled off another counseling date this morning and true to form, neither of us are doing caffeine for the day. For my part, there was the added dimension of hosting the session in my bedroom, a part of my apartment that hasn't been open to the public, as it were, ( Read more... )