Finding Your Voice, by Louis Brown

I find my voice most clearly at the Monday afternoon sessions of “Telling your Story”. In fact, in an ideal world, we would have generous sponsors who would give us a radio station so that, when we come in, each one of us sits in front of a microphone. Once we have told our stories, Phillip will take calls from the radio audience.
One caller calls and asks what our mission is exactly. Phillip says he has his opinion, and Tell your Story’s corporate papers have a mission statement, but Phillip says he would like us participants to answer that question, that is those of us who are so inclined. After an hour or so of discussing our mission, the general consensus emerges that our mission is to liberate gay and Lesbian people from oppression by developing a new mass media that different gay communities can use to communicate with one another. Another important goal is to record how gay and Lesbian people perceive the society in which they are obliged to live. Thirdly, we must develop a political liberation strategy that includes keeping close tabs on the activities of our opponents, i.e. Focus on the Family, the Family Research Council and more recently Mike Pence who, according to Donald Trump, wants to hang all gay and Lesbian people. Jokes like these we can do without.
After a month or two on the air, we get a grant to set up a political newspaper for gay people who live in the Denver area. Maybe such a newspaper already exists. This new publication should promote our gay civic groups and print gay liberation type literature of all kinds.
Other groups also perceive irrational hostility directed toward them. For instance, in the last election, when we had a choice between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, we did not really have an authentic liberal alternative. Was the public really satisfied with these candidates? Hillary Clinton admires the memory of Barry Goldwater and still admires Henry Kissinger. That makes her clearly a right-winger despite her dubious claim to being a progressive. Barry Goldwater, Henry Kissinger and more recently Donald Rumsfeld all became discredited warmongers. As Gilbert & Sullivan would say, “You can put them on the list, you can put them on the list, and they’ll none of them be missed, they’ll none of them be missed.
 Politicians who accept their legitimacy should be discarded by the public. The peaceniks of the 1960’s and their numerous followers in today’s culture need to develop an alternative mass media outlet to counter the current blackout on real political information.
Our gay magazine or newspaper of the future should hook up with one these newspaper enterprises. Perhaps Rolling Stone, something of that ilk. Rolling Stone started up as a new independent alternate culture media tool.
And then, of course, the Socialists. Bernie Sanders says he is a democratic socialist but who, according to the current media, did not convince a significant number of black people that he was their candidate. I will admit I was waiting for Bernie Sanders to tell black people in a loud public way that, in addition to promoting perpetual war, capitalism promotes racism because it is very profitable. In the early nineteenth century, slavery in Dixieland was very, very profitable. Also, pitting one ethnic group against another is an easy way to break up labor unions. These are basic socialist tenets. Bernie never really developed this in his speeches.
And Bernie Sanders never really expanded on the relationship between capitalism and perpetual war. War is very profitable, and the resulting profits are more important to the war profiteers than the lives of a few million people. Of course, the war profiteers eagerly purchase senators and U. S. representatives and Supreme Court Justices. To a large number of people, this is all obvious and a truism, but many Americans do not seem to be aware of these purchases of public representatives.
Did you notice the large number of protesters in Hamburg, Germany, during the G-20 Summit? This indicates a large number of people recognize they are locked out of the current status quo, and they need another media outlet to promote their point of view.
Also, huge protests occurred when the U. S. started the unjustifiable war in Iraq. The mainstream media made sure they were not covered. Another reason for developing a new independent media.
Thus we see the necessity for developing a new more independent alternative media. In my fantasy, I am one of the   CEO’s of this alternative media. I will have found my voice. Wish me a Happy Birthday.
© 23 Oct 2017  
About the Author  
I was born in 1944, I lived most of my life in New York City, Queens County. I still commute there. I worked for many years as a Caseworker for New York City Human Resources Administration, dealing with mentally impaired clients, then as a social work Supervisor dealing with homeless PWA’s. I have an apartment in Wheat Ridge, CO. I retired in 2002. I have a few interesting stories to tell. My boyfriend Kevin lives in New York City. I graduated Queens College, CUNY, in 1967.

Collective Evil in Us Results in Evil Leaders, by Louis Brown

New Evil: to protest the
passage of the Trumpcare bill, call Senator Cory Gardner, 303-391-5777 or
202-224-5941 DC and Senator Michael Bennet, 303-455-7600 Colorado, or
202-224-5852 DC. I called the office for both of them.
I am the self-ordained
wannabe Presbyterian right reverend Louis Brown who would like to expatiate not
only on the evils of our current world leaders, but on the evils in our own
hearts. I point this out because “evil” is a heavy-duty theological term.
Many conservative leaders
constantly repeat that the U. S. government is evil. Well, since Donald Trump
is the government, Donald Trump is evil. This is “true” because of ipse dixit, he himself has said it. But
there are degrees of evil. Donald Trump is not the most evil world leader, he
is not even the most evil Republican.  If
Congress removes DT from office, we get Mike Pence who is worse than DT. If
Congress removes MP from office, we get Paul Ryan who is worse than MP. For
people who want to counter their evil intentions, we should remember first that
we should not be afraid of these people since they are paper tigers.
In other words, God is
punishing us for our sins by imposing evil pharaohs on us. Look at France’s new
president Emmanuel Macron, an anti-union banker. He promises to become quite
evil in the near future. Recep Tayyip Erdogan, the new president of Turkey, a
really bizarre medieval president. And of course the abusive Rodrigo Duterte of
the Phillipines. Evil, evil, evil.
When we read the Book of
Job in the Old Testament, Job has extremely bad luck in his life and asks God
what sin he had committed to deserve his wrath and punishment. God does not
answer Job so Job suffers without knowing why.
The other flamboyant evil
world leader is Vladimir Putin. What sin did the Russian people commit to
deserve President Putin? Another punishment from God?
Then we are subjected to
endless condescending lectures by graduates of the London School of Economics
on the inevitability of “globalization,” Think also of Mark Zuckerberg. I
always wondered why the London School of Economics boasts about its prestige.
Because, as an evil institution, it glorifies ignorance, profound ignorance. In
other words, I would like to know, if your version of the economy is failing, why
are you boasting and strutting about like a peacock?
I believe our collective
sin is not advocating more consistently and more vociferously for the rights
and interests of working people. Our world “Leaders” act as though the 20th
century never happened. Amen.
© 26 Jun 2017  
About
the Author
 
 I was born in 1944, I lived most of my life in New York City,
Queens County. I still commute there. I worked for many years as a Caseworker
for New York City Human Resources Administration, dealing with mentally
impaired clients, then as a social work Supervisor dealing with homeless PWA’s.
I have an apartment in Wheat Ridge, CO. I retired in 2002. I have a few
interesting stories to tell. My boyfriend Kevin lives in New York City. I
graduated Queens College, CUNY, in 1967.

My LGBTQ Hopes for 2017, Pat Gourley

At first blush my most
important Queer hope for 2017, and that would stretch to 2020, is that Donald
Trump remains the president. No, I haven’t lost my mind. I am very aware of
what a terrible indictment he, and his election, is of the tattered state of
our democracy. Though he is certainly racist, xenophobic and sexist in the most
despicable of ways his attitude toward LGBTQ folk was certainly muted during
the 2016 campaign.
If we loose Trump through
impeachment, early retirement or most likely a big myocardial infarction that
leaves us with Mike Pence. In addition to the negative qualities attributed
above to Trump we get a toxic dose of homophobia. Pence truly scares me. At
least with Trump I do on rare occasions see very human expressions on his face.
He is malleable around most things except perhaps his ingrained sexism. Pence,
on the other hand, is a zealot and I see in his steely gaze a real hatred for
all things Queer, feminist and just plain other. Catholic fundamentalism is
truly something to fear.
My second hope for 2017
is that we LGBTQ people do not further abandon our strong and to date very
productive sense of queer identity. Identity politics, fueled of course by the
powerful coming out process, has been at the root of our success. This has been
success, not only through self-acceptance in the form of our own internally
vanquished homophobia, but also success in the form of an emerging place at the
table of society at large. 
The main hurdle has
always been overcoming our own internalized homophobia.  The key to this has been a realization on a soul
level that we are different in many ways and that these unique traits are gifts.
We can and do exploit and extrapolate these differences to the larger society for
a profound mutual benefit. Harry Hay had it absolutely right in asking his
three questions of the early Mattachine: who are we, where do we come from, and
what are we for. Finding the answers to these questions is not a finite task
but an ongoing process that continues to evolve to our benefit and that of all
sentient beings.
My third and last hope
for 2017 is that our Story Telling group continues to thrive. Our sincere
participation in this group really is in part the antidote and juice we need to
steal our resistance in the coming Trump years. Whether we want to openly own
it or not our participation in this group is a revolutionary act that is soul
food for our ever-evolving queer identities.
Recent proof of the power
of this Story Telling collective of LGBTQ folks was the memorial for our friend
and comrade Stephen Krauss. The event was attended by a variety of individuals
and groups all of whom had been important in Stephens’ life. The Story Telling
group may well have been the most recent group he was a part of in his 70 odd
years.
The group was very well
represented at the memorial and I thought provided a loving and a very purple
patina to the whole event. Thoughts expressed by Gillian and Betsy and the
powerful readings by Lewis and John were all heart-felt testaments to how
quickly we as a group have come together in just a matter of a few short years.
It is one of our many queer gifts, our ability to coalesce quickly when the
space to do so is available, through shared life experiences, into a vibrant
and a truly supportive community. I sincerely hope this continues to grow and
thrive in 2017.
© January 2017 

About
the Author
  
I was born in La Porte Indiana in 1949, raised
on a farm and schooled by Holy Cross nuns. The bulk of my adult life, some 40
plus years, was spent in Denver, Colorado as a nurse, gardener and gay/AIDS
activist. I have currently returned to
Denver after an extended sabbatical in San Francisco, California.

Rejoice, by Pat Gourley

“Privilege is when you think something is not a problem because it’s not a problem for you.” 

Margaret Sala, Twitter – May 7th, 2016

Definitions of rejoice include showing great joy or delight. For me personally this is something I find impossible following the results of the presidential election on November 8th. I refuse to look for any silver lining and do not accept Donald Trump as my president. To accept the fact that he is now the country’s leader and that this requires support with an effort to get behind him for the greater good would mean to me at least a passive acceptance of all that is so odious about him.

It is no consolation to me that he may very well not have any firm beliefs or policy formulations around anything that he is not capable flipping and flopping on. He is definitely dragging into positions of power lots of folks who are very sure of their beliefs: misogyny, racism, xenophobia and homophobia. I also fear the influence and power of Mike Pence maybe more so that Trump. Trump is a showman and con artist, Pence a zealot.

Though I do not rule out street activism on my part, those days are mostly decades gone by. I am thinking about how best to engage in active resistance to this pestilence. Compromise only congers up the great Jim Hightower and his observation that the middle of the road is only for yellow stripes and dead armadillos.

Now nearly two weeks out from the catastrophe of November 8th I am still waking up thinking maybe this was all a bad dream and then it hits me that it wasn’t and the miasma sets in again. One of my greatest fears is that something untoward might happen to Trump or more likely that he will resign for some trumped up reason or the other before his first term ends. Lets face it the actuarial tables for a 70 year old, overweight, habitual steak eater are not really very good. Those have got to be some gummed up president-elect coronary arteries.

With Trump out of the picture though Mike Pence becomes president and it might then really be time for all women of reproductive age and queers of all stripes to head north for the Canadian border. Despite the disheartening estimate that about 14% of LGBTQ voters actually voted for Trump we may though be the one minority with a unique opportunity to stay in the country and resist.

Over the past 40 years we queer folk have become quite uppity and unlike many other minorities, especially religious and racial, we truly are everywhere. Even if we don’t live in large numbers in rural rust belt settings we still might have biological family there and the coming out process has and will continue to usually have positive impact on the hetero family members left behind. Having lived for years in Manhattan perhaps Trump has realized the power of the queer community and that is why he was interestingly silent on trashing us during his campaign. That analysis though certainly begs the question when you look at his selection of the likes of Bannon, Pence and Sessions.

So I am actually emerging somewhat from the funk and looking about as to how I can productively resist. A free press remains vital. I am donating again with a bit more this year to Democracy Now and I hope to have enough at the end of the year to send a few coins to Paul Jay and The Real News based out of Baltimore. And of course a donation to Planned Parenthood in Mike Pence’s name. That gets him a note from Planned Parenthood thanking him for his support.

And finally, though I am sure many other ways to be a resistance fighter will appear, I am renewing my personal commitment to a vegan way of eating, something that has proven very difficult for me to stick with in the past. The biggest blow to the planet and the survival of much of sentient life in the not so long run may come from Trump’s denial of climate change and the carbon binging hordes he is going to unleash. I will encourage other friends to take a look at the meatless option as a great personal action that does more to decrease one’s carbon footprint than any other action – we really don’t need to be eating one million chickens an hour in this country – really a million an hour.

Please take the time to watch this You Tube video by Neil Barnard my longtime diet guru: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLqINF26LSA

And I hope to see you all at the barricades chowing down on a veggie-burrito or at least on occasion in the fruit and vegetable aisle of any grocery store.

November 2016

About the Author

I was born in La Porte, Indiana in 1949, raised on a farm and schooled by Holy Cross nuns. The bulk of my adult life, some 40 plus years, was spent in Denver, Colorado as a nurse, gardener and gay/AIDS activist. I have currently returned to Denver after an extended sabbatical in San Francisco, California.