I’m pleased with my KINDLE TOUCH.  IT LOOKS LIKE actual print and is much lighter and easy to read–of course, with the touch of two fingers I can make the print smaller or larger.  IT IS PERFECT FOR PEOPLE WITH IMPAIRED SIGHT. I have a clear remembrance–yes–at the height of  the GREAT DEPRESSION–of  my Uncle  George (I’m pretty sure he was gay) with his balding iron gray hair, and his sunken mouth.  He would be hunched over an oval table reading  a newspaper called “SOCIAL JUSTICE”  THROUGH A MAGNIFYING GLASS that featured the doctrine of a Catholic priest named Charles Coughlin. At first FATHER COUGHLIN  was a radical left winger who who advocating the nationalization of major industries and railroads. During the Thirties  30 million listeners turned to his radio broadcasts.  However, as he turned to the right  with ANTISEMITIC COMMENTARY and he lauded most of f the policies of  Hitler and Mussolini.  Uncle George was an avid reader of RANDOLPH  HEARST’S PITTSBURGH SUN-TELELGRAPH  that praised  DICTATOR FRANCISCO FRANCO, who wasx givenmilitary support by the NAZI’s.  Father Coughlin also was a backer of FRANCO.

Yes, back at THE GETTY with these beautiful children and the  photo by Will Fulwider.

Hard to believe the difference from today and the previous four days. MY ENERGY IS BACK –FEEL LIKE I CAN WAVE MY HANDS AND FLY. MAYBE EVEN WALK,  Yes, my spirituality is back in full force.   I remember my blessed day when I went to a SEX & LOVE  ADDICTS MEETING.  It was April 15th, 1993, when I was  69 and still haunting dark alleys, the bushes AND so called ADULT bookstores that didn’t have any books.  The small room was behind the diocese at MISSION DOLORES.  I was terrified as I sat down on shaky legs.  The first thing I noticed was a cross with a bleeding Jesus . I was about to get the fuck out of there when a gorgeous Mexican intoned, “Welcome to the Tuesday night meeting of  SEX AND LOVE ADDICTS ANONYMOUS. “My name is Eduardo , a sex and love addict, and your secretary for this evening.”

A heavy set woman in her forties was the speaker.  It was hard for me to believe what she was saying, yet after awhile I realized she was TELLING THE TRUTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH.  Without any shame she talked about how her older brother had sexually abused her,  how she ran away from home and sold her body.

COME TO THINK OF IT I have never  HEARD A woman talk so honestly about her sex life.

continued tomorrow!!!!!!

Oh, boy. I missed posting on GAYGEORGE.COM yesterday so this is a fill-in. I was in bed for most of the day.Stella Starr dragged me out of the sack, put me in a wheelchair–we went to dinner at a fish palace on Market and Church and then to the LOVE AND SEX ADDICTS  ANONYMOUS , where I was the featured speaker for twenty minutes. It was wonderful speaking to a dozen or so young people –most of them were at least fifty–maybe sixty years younger than me.

This is one of my favorite photo’s that was taken by WILL FULWIDER.

OLD-OLD AGE BULLETIN:  When I got home after spending a half hour buying a KINDLE TOUCH I was suddenly exhausted .  I dozed and slept for four-maybe five hours. Martin dropped by  but I had trouble concentrating on what was going on.  All kinds of aches and pains–dizzy and disoriented.My quality of life is going down the tube.  I tried like hell to get on my CHERRY RED SCOOTER WITH THE QUEER FLAG and get some fresh air but  I just couldn’t do it.   Andy is coming over to activate my KINDLE  and Liz Breen will be here.   I think I’m a vampire because I suck the energy out of  her.  I always feel great after we spend a couple of hours together.  She is doing great ever since she left her husband and filed for divorce.

I’m trying so hard to post a blog every day but I missed yesterday.  I was listless–didn’t do much of anything. Marlene helped me onto my CHERRY RED SCOOTER WITH THE QUEER FLAG–into SAFEWWAY for PEACH YOGURT==went to Starbucks for my usual coffee and a cookie. I took out my KINDLE AND began reading the Times.  aFTER I gobbled the oatmeal cookie  I decided to go to the toilet. When I saw a black man at the table next to me I thought about taking my KINDLE with me.  Then I though, “GEORGE BIRIMISA, are you going to be like every other person in RACIST AMERICA.?  So I put $200 KINDLE In my grocery bag.  When I got back my yogurt was still there but my KINDLE  was gone.  It took me awhile to realize how stupid I was.  The black man was obviously poor. I remember when I was poor–I would have been stupid not to steal when I was penniless.  Now that I have some nickels and dimes I give a homeless person a five dollar bill at least twice a week.  By the way, I went to BEST BUY AND bought a KINDLE TOUCH because  THE KINDLE FIRE( WAS A LITTLE TO HEAVY FOR ME TO HOLD for a long period.

ON THE EDGE OF THE RAIN FOREST IN OAHU.

OLD-OLD AGE BULLETIN.  I’m trying real hard to keep my blog going every day but with my low energy and arthritic fingers I’m not sure I’ll be able to do it much longer.   I used to type 60 words a minute but now it is very slow going.  With some help I went to STEVE SUSOYEV’S  60 YEAR  BIRTHDAY PARTY.  He was dancing up a storm to a live band in his fire red shorts.  No, he wasn’t wearing his Cinderella shoes.   There were so many people there that knew me but I couldn’t remember their names.  Actually, I haven’t seen most of them in quite  a few years.  On the way home in  a DeSoto cab I pissed in my diapers but as soon as I got home I managed to change them.It felt so good—good—good to be home.  I see that my daily blogs are getting shorter and shorter.

ON THE BEACH IN WAIKIKI .

TALK ABOUT GLOBAL WARNING. Maybe not for the rest of the world but here in good old San Francisco–something like 80 degrees?.   I went outside on my CHERRY RED SCOOTER WITH THE QUEER FLAG in my shorts and a  t-shirt that one of my caretakers (Arlene) brought back from the Phillippines (sic).  So I rode my electric scooter in the park on the other side of  Mission Creek. I was amazed–I actually saw die-hard San Franciscans SUN BATHING.  We are supposed to be proud of being PALE FACES and we turn our n0se down on SOUTHERN CALIFORNIANS with their cancer causing tans. I raced home before the sun rays destroyed my Garbo-like skin.

I’m in the process of reading THE GAY& LESBIAN THEATRICAL LEGACY–A biographical Dictionary of Major Figures in the Pre-Stonewall Era, published by THE UNIVERSITY  OF MICHIGAN PRESS.   It features bio’s OF AGNES MOOREHEAD, EDWARD ALBEE, CARSON McCULLERS, ALFRED LUNT , DANNY KAYE, STEPHEN FOSTER, ISADORA DUNCAN, ROBERT PATRICK, BOB HEIDE  AND GEORGE BIRIMISA.  PLUS MANY MORE!

I’ve been on pins and needles ever since I applied for  a pension  in August from the V.A.  for serving in WORLD WAR TWO where I was in action on  a destroyer and Nazi U-boats were trying to torpedo us. I was scared that I would lose Marlene, my wonderful caretaker, that I was getting for free from IN HOME SERVICES.  I was also worried that I would lose my SSI monthly payment and my Section 8 where I only had to pay $191 a month for my beautiful apartment at Crescent Cove a half a block away from MISSION CREEK AND THE HOUSEBOATS. Well, I got the nice pension but I know how this country works. Give the poor something—tell the world about it and then take it away. I was  really scared when I called SOCIAL SECURITY and they told me I was losing my MONTHLY SSI PAYMENT.  They also told me I was losing my MEDICAID.  However. all my anxiety is gone today when I heard from SF HOUSING AUTHORITY.  My rent went up over $700–yeah SEVEN HUNDRED DOLLARS, but I’m okay I’m still way ahead.

TRAUMA FLINTSTONE nee JOE WICHT, a brilliant actor and singer.  I loved it when he did Patti in the recreation of the Andrew Sisters BUGLE BOY.

THIS IS THE FOURTH INSTALLMENT OF MY VIRTUAL HEART ATTACK .  I forgot to mention in my last blog  that the RN Nurse REGINA  gave Liz and I a  warm hug before we left..  We were halfway there when  I realized that I wasn’t wearing any shoes and I didn’t have the fob to open the front door although Liz had a key to my apartment.  On top of everything else the Giants were playing and all of the metered parking places were taken.   So we ended up parking in front of a fireplug.  So Liz talked to a woman and her husband used his fob to let her in. Ten minutes later she came out the back door with my wheelchair after she propped open the door with a large waste basket. A few minutes later I was safe and sound in my cozy apartment.  “I made you a sandwich,” she said as she hugged and kissed me. “Got to go so I don’t get towed away.” As soon as she was gone a sleepy eyed Squeakie came out of my computer room and gave me a happy squeak. I could see the love in her eyes. I was feeling great—realized I’m going to live for more than a few years.

THIS IS THE CONTINUATION OF MY HEART ATTACK STORY.

My headache  had extended to my neck.  I mumbled something to Liz and pulled my Mexican hat over my eyes.  I felt like the  bed with wheels was moving forward slowly. Then I thought that through brain power I could make it go backward. I wasn’t surprised when it worked. So back and forth– virtual walk. However, it didn’t work when I tried to go sideways. I opened my eyes and TOLD LIZ MY MOUTH WAS DRY. Liz asked Mike for a glass of  water. A few minutes later he gave me a small container that was half full. I WAS PISSED.  Was Mike homophobic or not? Actually he treated the lady a few curtains away from me with kindness.

Then everything changed when REGINA,  aN RN appeared. “You’re going home,”she said. I’m going home<” I ECHOED incredulously. “You mean–I didn’t have a heart  attack? Dr.Duncan will be here in   minute.” she said as she winked at me and handed me two plastic  cups of apple juice.

Dr. Duncan sat down next to me. “In a soft, kind voice he informed me that I DID NOT HAVE A HEART ATTACK AND I DIDN’T HAVE PNEUMONIA AND NO I DIDN’T HAVE A STROKE.  I felt wonderful even though I was only wearing a pair of thin pants and a t-shirt that Liz had given me I WAS very cold and my teeth were chattering.  Regina wrapped me in two hospital blankets and wheelchaired me to Liz’s SMALL SUV.  Regina helped me into the car–I was in my bare feet and I had forgotten MY keys.

AT THIS MOMENT I AM EXHAUSTED SO I WILL TELL YOU THE REST OF THIS STORY TOMORROW.

“How ’bout some apple juice