BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN AT THE GETTY.

THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF THE POST I MADE EARLIER TODAY WHEN I ARRIVED IN AN AMBULANCE WITH MAYBE A HEART ATTACK.

The E.R. was a cramped looking space that was divided by curtains to take care of four-maybe five patients. I was immediately put on an IV and oxygen. A rather surly looking attendant with a tight mouth and sharp features put me behind a curtain-told me to take off my blue  t-shirt and disappeared after he barked, “My name is Mike!”  I was freezing so after about ten minutes I shouted “Mike” in a pleasant voice. No answer so I  I yelled “Mike” again.   After my third “Mike” he showed up with a frown on his face.  “I’m freezing,” I said as I smiled at him. “Could I have a blanket–maybe two?”  “Two–you want two? he said in a cynical voice as he looked at my lavender fingernails.  He brought me back one blanket and threw it at me. Finally a Doctor Dunkin arrived and asked me a bunch of questions.  I really liked him . He was a gentle concerned physician.I was given an EKG but the Tech woman said she couldn’t tell me the results. Back in E.R. I asked Mike for another blanket.  At that moment Liz Breen showed up–she was radiating beauty–kissed me on the mouth and kept me company for the next five hours.  She had left her high powered job just to be with me. I forget to mention that Marlene, my caretaker, had  called some of my close friends. I was also given an X-RAY and a CATSCAN where they injected IODINE in my arm.  I managed to talk to a nurse and she gave me two blankets and told me how much she liked my purple nails.

TOMORROW MORNING I HOPEFULLY WILL FINISH THE HEART ATTACK BLOG.

Wow! What a gorgeous body and a nice pee-pee.

I had quite a day yesterday. I was watching DEMOCRACY NOW when I felt a slight pain in my left arm.  Then I realized that my chest hurt when I took a breath.  So I called the nurse at the V.A. and she told me to call 911.  Dear God,I thought, do I have to go through another operation where they saw open my chest?  So I dialed 911 and  a few minutes later Marlene said she could hear the sirens..  A few minutes later six or seven men and women in dark blue uniforms streamed  into my small but beautiful apartment.  One  women said? “Your nails–are they lilac?” I answered, “Lavender.”  One of the men stared at the posters on the wall and said, “You’ve written lots of plays!” I responded with a smile,”I’ve lived a long life.”

A few minutes later I was flat on my back  on a gurney, being wheeled into the elevator and into the ambulance.  Tears were streaming down my face. As we pulled away from the curb I realized   I didn’t have my handbag and I wasn’ t wearing any shoes.  I pulled the orange-blue-brown Mexican hat over my one good eye. As we bounced along on the neglected streets the medic told me to open my mouth. “This will ease the pain,” he said as he put two drops of nitro under my tongue. “However it will give you a headache”  As we pulled into the Emergency ramp of CALIFORNIA-PACIFIC  MEDICAL CENTER he gave me two more drops of nitro.

THIS WILL BE CONTINUED TONIGHT OR TOMORROW MORNING.

I went for a ride on my CHERRY RED SCOOTER WITH THE QUEER FLAG. By the way that is the title of my tell all (and I do mean tell all) Memoir.  I was sort of window shopping. I went into a DOLLAR STORE on Market Street. I was very slowly going down an aisle and some guy with his pants down to his butt staggered into my scooter and I ran over his heel. “{I’m so–so sorry,” I said. He gave me a dirty look.  Whewie!  The back of the store stunk of piss.

Very interesting–pedestrians will eagerly open doors for me but when they are walking down the street they do not see me. I think I’m some kind of a masochist because I again—again—again got caught in the drunken hordes that were leaving the GIANTS BASEBALL PARK that is two and a half blocks from where I live.  I tried to make a left turn on the sidewalk so I could catch a green light but I think they thought I was invisible as they rushed past me. I started to shout in a loud–very loud voice and finally someone saw me and allowed  me get to the curb.  On my way to Starbucks a middle aged couple moved to the side of the street so I could get by.  “Thank you so much,” I said. “Thousands and thousands of people ignored me  except for you nice people.”

I’m not quite sure what I’m doing in this photo–maybe a take-off of ELEANORA  DUSE on her Delsarte method of acting long before the Method  developed by Stanislovski.

I made a breakthrough yesterday and today with my KINDLE. Andy helped me figure a little bit of it yesterday.  Today BENJY-LOU helped me some more. The big news is that after reading newspapers for over 75 years –well–  cancelled my subscription to the NY TIMES and took out a new one on KINDLE for a lot less money. I actually read the TIMES  from beginning to end on the E-book. I haven’t figured out how to select ARTS or SPORTS.  You see, I have trouble reading the print edition with my one good eye but on the KINDLE FIRE I can read the Times with alacrity and I can make the letters as large as I want.

OLD-OLD AGE BULLETIN: I was so weak-dizzy–lack of energy and a pain in my chest every time I breathed that I took two codeine pills and lurched my way to my CHERRY RED SCOOTER WITH THE QUEER FLAG and zipped out into the wonderful fresh air.  Went to Walgreen’s to get a pouch for my KINDLE but they only had them for IPADS.  I’m wondering how I’m going to feel when I come down from the codeine.

I fell in love with R.Crumb,  an American artist when I   watched the Doc about him called AMERICAN SPLENDOR. He is recognized for distinctive style and his satirical subversive subversive view of  the AMERICAN DREAM.  He is known in the mainstream for FELIX THE CAT.

SEE THE  WOMEN ON THEIR KNEES WASHING THEIR CLOTHES.  I can’t remember who painted this memorable painting but my guess is RENOIR–HUH? I love the blue-pink sky.

OLD-OLD AGE BULLETIN:  My nurse practiconer (sic) dropped by to take some blood  because I stopped  taking my LIPITOR (brand name) two months ago and Michael (my N.P ) is worried that my cholesterol has gone sky high.  He brought along a student who was cute.  At first glance he thought my lavender nails was some kind of disease.  I’ve been getting compliments on my nails.

Steve Susoyev’s birthday is coming up a week from Sunday so I’m taking him to a beauty salon to get a facial and a foot massage.  Martin’s birthday is one day before Steve’s and I’m giving him the same present.

The terrifying case of  67 year old KENNETH CHAMBERLAIN, a black man who lived in the projects in White Plains New York. He had a bad heart so he was wearing a medallion that would alert immediate health care.  However, he turned over in his sleep and set off an alarm.  The medics came but also the WHITE PLAINS police proceeded to bang on the door. Chamberlain TOLD THEM HE WAS FINE. okay. “Please leave me alone,” he said. “I know if  you come in YOU ARE GOING TO KILL ME.” The police ignored his request took the door OFF its hinges and shot him to death.  A video showed that he was standing in his underwear with his hands at his side.  The next day the WHITE PLAINS PAPER reported that KENNETH CHAMBERLAIN  was wielding a hatchet and the police reacted IN SELF DEFENSE. .  THE OUTCRY FROM  HIS BEAUTIFUL SON created publicity and FOUR MONTHS LATER A GRAND JURY WAS FORMED AND WE WILL SEE WHAT HAPPENS.  As far as  I know DEMOCRACY NOW was the first TV station and radio to spread the word.

WHAT YOU ARE SEEING IS MY DIAPERS.  Why am I carrying on like this?  Because I was repressed for most of my life. I had to stay in the closet when there was no closet n order to survive.  I had to wear the same pleated pants–had to  lower my voice that had a lilt in it–I didn’t smile when I was  in public.  In 1952 I married NANCY LINDEN.  We were holding hands as we walked on Eighth Street in the Village in 1954. A young gay man cruised me with a quick glance. Nancy said, “See? He knows your gay!”  I was furious with her.  “He was attracted to me.”

Nancy giggled.  “How could he be if he thought you were butch?”

“You just don’t know!  Jesus, almost all gay men are attracted to straight guys because they they are real men.  Before I met you, I had a one night stand with a nelly queen. I was  pretending to be straight because all I wanted was a blow job.  He was about to rim me.  He jumped up.  “You don’t fool me.  “You’ve got piles. You’ve  been fucked by some guy  You’re as queer as I am.”  He was out the door in a flash.

David and his dogs on the BIG ISLAND OF HAWAII ALONG WITH ME.

If  there is avant garde theater in San Francisco, it is is performed at the the funky, lovable HYPNODROME by the THRILLPEDDLERS, under the genius direction of RUSSELL BLACKWOOD.   SCRUMBLY KOLDWYN IS AND WAS the musical director of the gender-fuck. flaming COCKETTES. Currently running is HOT GREEKS, a musical extravaganza by Martin Workman and Scrumbly. It is the only other scripted book by the COCKETTE’S  except for their memorable PEARLS OVER SHANGHAI that  ran for two years to full houses.  The dynamic 23 actors pump adrenaline into a story very loosely based on Aristophanes’ LYSISTRATA that is changed to a football field with Tom Orr as the star quarterback  PENDULUM POLASKI  However, the plot is irrelevant to the fun-fun-fun of this gay–queer-fag–pansy musical.

HERE I AM ACTUALLY STANDING UP AND IT IS SO WONDERFUL WEARING SHORTS MY PEACOCK SHAWL THAT I BOUGHT WHEN I WAS IN DUBROVNIK.

The Bay Area Reporters BEST SEX CLUB;  When looking to hook up offline (the old fashioned way for sex) go to BLOW BUDDIES. The sex club won this category outright after sharing the award in 2011. Also a member’s only establishment, the club has provided a clean space where men can have oral  and anal sex.  The use of condoms is encouraged for the last 24 years. BLOW BUDDIES  boasts it is the largest sex club in San Francisco.  I understand that they get the best looking men there and also straight men who want an experience with someone of the same sex. BLOW BUDDIES ALSO HAS THEME NIGHTS LIKE  GOLDEN SHOWER BUDDIES–UNDERWEAR BUDDIES  AND BEAR BUDDIES. i don’t think they have SHIT BUDDIES OR EAT-MY-ASS- OUT-BUDDIES.

BEST CLUB FOR TRANSGENDER PEOPLE:  DIVA’S—This night club caters to transgender people and their friends.  DIVA’S has the longest-running drag show in California and it has been open for business for 13 years.

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TWO PUSSYCATS ON OAHU.

I went to the East Bay with my buddy, Steve Susoyev.  We weren’t doing the 12 Stations of the Cross–or WAS it Nine?  Actually, we were going to pick up two benches and a cross for the production of  CORPUS CHRISTI, THE TERRENCE McNALLY PLAY.  iT WAS STAGED  in New York in 1998; it shows Jesus and his Apostles living  in modern day CORPUS CHRISTI, TEXAS.  It received critical attention for its exploration of gay themes in Christianity. It was condemned by Catholic League, a Roman Catholic watchdog group, for which they viewed as blasphemy,sacrilege,and anti-Catholic bigotry.

Playwright McNally received death threats when it was performed in New York and it was pressured to close. When the play returned to a small theater in New York it gained an enthusiastic review by the NEW YORK TIMES, linking the uproar in 1998 to the death of gay student MATTHEW SHEPARD.

Aa FILM ABOUT THE STAGING OF THE PLAY AND ITS RECEPTION IN NEW YORK that is titled Corpus Christi, Playing With Redemption was released in 2011.

Steve and I brought the CROSS AND THE BENCHES BACK TO SAN FRANCISCO.  We went under an 8 foot overhang and–guess what–the cross was on top of Steve’s car and it broke in half.  Is that a precursor of the end of Christianity?  Anyway, Steve Susoyev is one of the producers and he IS in the documentary.

There will be three performances of CORPUS CHRISTI AFTER THE DOCUMENTARY is shown AT THE CASTRO.

Ever since I received my pension of $2,7648 plus my $400 from S.S. with a total of 3,100 dollars I’ve been in a really nice dilemma.  For most of my life I was living SSI and a few bucks from here and there from my plays and prose.  So I’ve been living on the kindness of strangers and my friends.  But not anymore.

It hasn’t been easy changing from a tightwad to a generous person. You see, I also have Section 8 (cheap rent) In Home Services–Marlene to take care of me and lots of goodies from the  V.A. in payment of my being in ACTION during World War Two.  As a consequence I have been trying to change from a skinflint to a generous person.  I paid airfare and meals for a friend for a round trip to Hawaii.  I’ve been taking some of my friends to dinner.  Today I took Dino (an intimate friend) to lunch at the Clift House with a view of  the ocean.  In the past he has taken me to dinner many, many times. So has Steve and Martin–I was very good at manipulating my friends.  The wonderful part of being a “starving artist” so long is that I feel like now I’m rolling in moola.When it comes right down to it —it is relative!