Monday, June 05, 2006

Beirut Veterans Memorial Walk Is A Go.

If you go here, you will see the official page of the Beirut Veterans Memorial Walk. There, you will hear my song, "My Thanksgiving Prayer" playing in honor of these men and their families.

The plan is to walk 241 laps around Consitution Gardens on the National Mall. I'm humbled that these veterans have chosen my song to help commemorate the lives of these men, who are counted as the first casualties of the War on Terror. From the page:
"On October 21-23, 2006, we will walk in remembrance of those killed that fateful day. Our walk will conclude at Arlington National Cemetery where 22 of those brave men are buried. The White House Commission on Remembrance will be holding a remembrance ceremony in Section 59, 12:00 noon on October 23, 2006.

"The final leg of our walk will be from the Lincoln Memorial accross Memorial Bridge into Arlington arriving at Section 59 in Arlington National Cemetery, and will raise awarness to those who came back home a different person; dedicated to those living each day with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) and/or Survivors Guilt. A few Beirut Veterans having since returned home have taken their own lives as a result of their struggle with PTSD/Survivors Guilt. This has to change. We honor and acknowledge them as well.

"Will you join us? Wont you walk a lap or three, 50, ... or even all? Each lap is approx. 1/2 mile around the pond/gardens and takes under 10 min. to complete. Those not walking the full distance will be given an index card before each lap with a Marine, Sailor, or Soldier's name/information killed while serving as a Peacekeeper, after you complete his lap, please sign the card on the back, and return so someone else can walk in his memory. Those 'going the distance' will receive a roster with all the names/information accordingly, checking a name after each lap completed.

"The walk is free and open to Beirut Veterans, Family Members, Veterans, Active Duty Military and the general public. (Anyone affected by terrorism)

Saturday 10:00am - 10:00pm
Sunday 1:00pm - 10:00pm
Monday 8:00 - 10:30am / Head to Arlington National Cemetery
There is also a Beirut stamp (see above) being proposed. Go here to read about it and sign the petition. The objective is to have this stamp commissioned on/before the 25th Anniversary
October 23, 2008.
"They Came In Peace"
Semper Fidelis

Happy 25th Birthday AIDS, Part 2

Leave it to courageous Gavin Newsome, mayor of San Francisco, to nail the issue this morning on Good Morning America calling President Bush on his cynicism, that he would introduce the anti-gay marriage constitutional amendment on the 25th anniversary of the diagnosed case of AIDS.

And, of course, who is off to Washington DC to testify in big speeches supporting this act of hatred against gay people? The "exgays" like Randy Thomas. Like Jews racing off to support the Holocaust, these professional exgays cannot stand the idea that their fellow gay men and women, who refuse to denounce their heritage and their people, might want to get married and live openly, honestly and happily.

All the more reason why Jimmy and I wrote "The Big Voice: God or Merman?", and all the more reason why our show needs to make it to New York. We aren't a perfect couple, folks. No one is. In our show, we expose all our warts and our failings, but that's the point. We're just as human as any heterosexual -- but more than that, we have a home and a life and we love each other.

Happy 25th Anniversary of AIDS. Why not bash the gays while they're mourning the tens of thousands of friends that they've lost? I still do not know how these people sleep at night. I really and honestly don't.

The Soldier from Iraq



On our recent trip to the Mediterranean, Jim and I made friends with a soldier named Steve who was returning to Iraq, flying on the same plane we were on to Frankfurt. Steve was a very sweet guy. Very even tempered and, like any good soldier, proud to do his duty. We, of course, asked him what it was like. He told us that it was mostly hot. He also said that the politicians have basically dumped a lot of unnecessary and useless equipment on them -- the useful equipment being in short supply -- and that he and his men spend a lot of wasted time doing little more than servicing and maintaining a lot of unusable crap.

"And we do a lot of waiting around. We don't know where or when the enemy is going to plant a bomb. We're just there," he said with a bemused smile. It was his third tour of duty.

I myself am not a veteran. I came of age during the Viet Nam era and my number came up (84) -- a sure bet for the draft -- when, suddenly, before the draft papers hit my mailbox, the draft was ended. I have to confess that I don't know what I would have done. The thought of being in the swamps of Viet Nam, especially with my asthma, scared the total crap out of me. I was very much a product of my generation, wholly opposed to the war, knowing that it was basically nothing but the product of the insanity of Robert McNamara / Lyndon Johnson and Richard Nixon. The Vietnam Veterans for Peace were out there trying to make the clueless politicos understand that they had put the working soldier into an impossible situation -- fighting a war that no war planner had actually figured out an endgame for, supporting a regime that the public hated.

As always, it's the soldier who gets caught in the crossfire and ends up bearing the brunt of the criticism and disrespect, while watching his buddies get blown to pieces.

When the Iraq war started, I knew -- hell, everyone with a brain knew -- that this was another War to Nowhere. Planned by a bunch of chickenhawk warmongers who were clueless about war planning and about the cost of war. And how did I know this?

Because, in a war, if you don't line up your allies abroad and your public support stateside, you have a recipe for disaster. When President Bush, who pretends to be such a big supporter of veterans told Americans that the best thing they can do to support the war was to ignore it, to "go about your business" and just keep buying stuff, I knew this guy was going to lose it. That's NOT how you conduct a war.

In World War II, the entire populace was motivated and focused on winning the war. They became participants along with the soldiers by SACRIFICING for them. As reported over on Raw Story, there is a superb Frank Rich column out in the NY Times, which you're not allowed to read unless you pay for it. So I'll quote from Raw Story's account:
...the Bush Administration "has asked no sacrifice of civilians other than longer waits at airline security," while our troops go to war in Iraq so "we can party on,"
What angers me most about this administration is that they have treated soldiers worse than any administration since Nixon's and Johnson's. Their attitude has been, "We'll go start this war and throw a few soldiers in the mix into a situation where no one knows who the enemy is and the rest of you don't worry you pretty little heads about it. We'll even make it easier for you by hiding all the flag-draped coffins coming home so you don't have to think about it."

This week, I received in mail, the Beirut Veterans coin, which is pictured above, which honors the soldiers killed during the peacekeeping mission in Lebanon, 1982-1984. I'm working with Bill Kibler, a Beirut vet, to make a musical contribution to a hoped-for memorial march commemorating the sacrifice made by these soldiers. It's still in the approval stages, so I don't want to say much more than that, but I have to say that, personally, I have never felt more scandalized by anything than I have by the brutal and horrific way the Bush administration have disrespected and dishonored the men they have placed in Iraq (while cutting funding for veterans programs).

They are responsible for the conditions which have led to recent attrocities. They are the ones who have basically undermanned, underequipped and undersupported they guys wearing the dog tags.

I will proudly display my Beirut coin right where I can look at it every single day. And every single day I will think of the men and women who are in the service right now. I will hope and pray that they will be brought home soon. And I will hope and pray that the civilian leaders who have bungled the planning and execution of this war will start listening to veterans for a change.

EDIT: The Frank Rich column can be read here.

Happy 25th Birthday AIDS

The powers that be have decided that this year is the 25th anniversary of AIDS since, as I understand it, it's the first anniversary of the first case recognized by the CDC. There are articles on the NY Times (which talks about the AIDS Ride in San Francisco), the LA Times (which discusses how AIDS medication progress has slowed to a crawl after years of sprinting -- and how the long hoped-for AIDS vaccine is not even remotely within reach), the Washington Post has links to a full series.

I think it's important to note that the major pharms never really were very interested in getting into the AIDS vaccine business. As was noted at a class on medical ethics I attended at Stanford University, it doesn't make good business sense to wipe out a disease when you can make a lot more money by treating it like an ongoing condition where you need no less than THREE expensive drugs to keep at bay.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Will Sings Songs By Steve


The Boston Post today announces that Will McMillan is singing a concert of songs by composers names Steve. From Sondheim to Schalchlin!

EDIT: I met Will back a number of years ago when I sang a concert at the Cambridge Center for Adult Education in Harvard Square where Will is the assistant director and development director. His show is called "Will Loves Steve." For the record, Steve loves Will, too.

AIDS Quilt Fraying and Forgotten: LA Times

The AIDS Quilt laid out in Washington DC back in what seems like eons ago.

The LA Times has an article this morning (registration required) about how the AIDS Quilt is now fraying and largely forgotten.

Here, in a corrugated-steel warehouse in Atlanta, lies the AIDS Memorial Quilt, the most powerful icon in the history of AIDS. In the 25 years of the epidemic, no symbol has managed to capture the sense of rage and loss like the quilt, born in a San Francisco backyard in 1987.

It brought the horror of the disease to America with both its vastness and detail — a patchwork the size of 24 football fields sewn from the artifacts of lost lives. It became the banner of the epidemic, shaking the government and priming the funding pipeline that has poured billions of dollars into AIDS research.

Today, the quilt has largely become a museum piece.

The panels, which once arrived by the thousands each year, now trickle in at a few dozen a month. The more than 50 quilt chapters that once spread the word across the country have dwindled to 16. The NAMES Project Foundation, which oversees the quilt, has downsized to stave off bankruptcy.

While small sections are still loaned out each year to about 1,000 schools, charities and companies, the whole quilt — acres of fabric sewn to shame, alarm and remember — has not been rolled out in a decade.

"A lot of people think the quilt is out of business," said Beth Milham, a 63-year-old retired nurse who still runs panel-making workshops near her home in Providence, R.I. "They don't hear about it anymore."

The quilt has gone the way of AIDS itself in the United States — swept into the background as new drugs have driven down the death rate here and shifted the epicenter of anguish overseas, where the disease kills 2.8 million people a year.

The foundation has become more a curator of history, shying away from the activism of its roots.

Executive director Julie Rhoad said the foundation welcomes all requests.

"If you are an activist and you want to use the quilt, that is your choice. If you are a teacher and want to educate, that is your choice," she said.

But those who want to rekindle the fire of the past say parceling out the quilt for tiny displays is like letting a sword rust in its scabbard.

They point to the statistics: 15,798 deaths in the United States in 2004 and 40,000 new infections.

"The people with the quilt have a weapon that they have decommissioned," said Cleve Jones, 51, a prominent gay activist who conceived the quilt and made the first panel in 1987 for his best friend, Marvin Feldman.

...

The foundation is at odds with its founder, who has pushed for using the quilt for political demonstrations. After Jones set out to prove that he could raise the money for a Washington display before the 2004 presidential election, the foundation fired him as spokesman for the quilt.
Jones sued, claiming wrongful termination, and demanded that the quilt be put in receivership so that it could be returned to San Francisco.

"It's abandoned," he said. "It's abandoned its purpose."

Singing for Saddle Up L.A.

I was very privileged to be invited to sing for a benefit for The Life Group LA, a benefit trail ride called "Saddle-Up L.A."


It was a scorchingly hot day in ol' Burbank town. But a lot of people dutifully showed up and went on the trail ride, this being the first year.

As you can tell from the pictures, I totally got into it. This was a very receptive crowd.

It consisted of people who had spent a great deal of time raising money.

I sang "Connected" and "When You Care" as the finale of the afternoon.

One of the organizers, a performer who calls himself "Mystery Mike" had seen The Last Session 18 times and was a tireless supporter of the L.A. production. Mike seems to be completely in exhaustible. He also worked hard on this event, as did the other organizers and volunteers.

These are screen captures of me singing. As you can tell, freed from the keyboard, I really cut lose on stage. People in the audience were screaming, "Preach it!"




So, I did.




I told them that people survive because of their friends and family who care. Here is a video of that live performance.

When You Care Live at Saddle Up LA

Quicktime Version

YouTube flash Version

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Lunch with Peterson Toscano & C. Todd White

Yesterday, I was privileged to finally meet and talk to Peterson Toscano, a "theatrical performance activist" who is in town to perform his one man play, Doin' Time in the No Mo Homo Halfway House, which Jimmy and I are going to see on Sunday night. Peterson's story is similar to mine in that he was a very devout born again Christian whose same sex attraction didn't make him the most popular person in his church. In fact, he tells the harrowing story of how he was in Zambia with his wife -- yes, he got married after going through the infamous Love In Action ministry in Mephis where he convinced himself, as many of them do, that he had turned straight (which he calls "a biblically induced coma" -- as host of a Christian radio program. And then, he had a little fling with a local Zambian, not the best thing to do in a country where the President is listening to your program and it's illegal to be gay. He literally got out of there with his life in his hand.

During his time at Love In Action, he began doing "characters" and recreating a lot of the experiences he had there. This, in turn, led him to begin writing a book which turned into a play. And how his play has been performed all over the country and even in many parts of the world.

What I like about Peterson is that he is very non-judgmental about the people who populated the exgay ministry. Like many former exgays, he actually was able to deal openly with a lot of personal issues that he would not have been able to talk about with either church members or friends. It provided ground for him to be honest with himself and free to just be himself. Unfortunately, he explains in this blog entry, there is a limit to which one can go. You're expected to get fixed. You're expected to change. And if you don't, well, then the system starts to spit you out. In that entry, he explains it eloquently and says he thinks that Exodus leaders may be among the loneliest people on earth.
With a word, they can be cast out of their positions, lose their most intimate relationships and their church membership only to then become prey to a gay media who often ruthlessly dives on the fallen then picks the "ex-gay" bones clean as they hold the fallen up to the spotlight.
The gay media would probably not really care that much, or be as aggressive against these people if they weren't using their positions to ruthlessly war against us politically. As I explained in the previous post, exgay leaders told me they only wanted to help their own -- other people with "unwanted" same sex attraction. Unfortunately, once they allowed themselves to be co-opted and used by the political religious right as weapons against our civil liberties, then the gay activist groups had no choice but to fight back and expose them when they fell off the celibacy or marriage wagon and began having gay sex or going out to gay bars undercover (as most of them end up doing since human sexuality really cannot be willfully changed, despite what they say).

Peterson, like myself, avoids entanglements in groups, preferring to stay unconnected but available to those who are doing good word telling the truth about our lives.

The other person at our table was C. Todd White, an anthropologist who has been doing extensive research into the beginnings of the gay rights movement in the earliest days of the late 40s and 50s, combing through documents of the Mattachine Society and ONE. Interestingly, he said the earliest gay activists were Republicans and conservatives who held that government interference in our lives were against conservative principles. However, they learned a lot of their techniques about activism from the labor and socialist movements.

At one point, he said, there was a huge split -- a legendary split, in fact -- that he felt has been described wrongly and is filled with myth and conjecture. But because he gained access to extensive documentation from both sides, he's been able to fill in the blanks and discover the truth of how it all both came together and fell apart. He's written a book that is going to get a major publication soon. I can't wait to read it.

What I emphasized, in discussing this with both Todd and Peterson is that many, many young people write me because of my position both as composer of gay musicals and proto-blogger on the Net. Most of them are unaware that we have a history. We are a people. We are not like heterosexuals and, like other minority groups, we have had to fight for every single inch of respect and legal equality. It's happening even today as we struggle for marriage rights and the right to not be put in jail simply for being gay. In some countries, we can be executed for simply being gay. Many is the story that has come out about gangs of insurgents in Iraq right this very minute who patrol the streets executing men they think might be gay.

But we have a history. We are a people. We do exist, despite the insane ramblings of groups like NARTH, Exodus, Focus on the Family, and bigoted, disreputable researchers like Paul Cameron. The mere fact that they exist and hate us so much is proof that we exist and that we need to know our history.

I was very proud to tell Todd about "California Hall," one of the earliest incidents, pre-Stonewall, of a time when gay people, doing nothing more than going to a dance in San Francisco in the early 60s, stood up against police who tried to harrass and then arrest attendees, despite the fact that the dance was sponsored by church groups and proper police licenses had been issued.

Todd says it frustrates him that many of the deep pocketed people in the GLBT community will fund a dance or an event, but provide no money for research into our own history. I look forward to a time when young GLBT people stand up and demand to know their own history, and who want to know where they come from. Unlike ethnic minorities where one's history is remembered by one's own family, we are born to heterosexual parents. Each GLBT person has to go out and find his own past, find his own community, and discover his own identity. And he or she has to do this, often, in a hail of bullets and hate language from political, religious and familial forces who try everything they can to cover it up, dismiss it or destroy it.

I appreciate people like Peterson Toscano, who lovingly and gently presents the truth of his experience with those who would hate him and persecute him; who refuses to hate them in return. And I, now more than ever, appreciate people like C. Todd White, who is taking the time to sort through our history and document it so that we know who we are by knowing where we come from.

We are not perfect. And we are not better than anyone else. But we have a history and we are a people and we do deserve the same respect every other human being deserves.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Truth Wins Out

(Pictured: "Christians" protesting a concert I was giving in Henderson Kentucky).

You always know election time is coming around because the Republicans suddenly remember that they need conservative Christian votes. So, they trot out the old "gay marriage" issue so Dobson and friends will raise money for them and campaign against Democrats in their churches. Once again, we gay people will become the punching bag of the world.

Soon, Bush will be once again endorsing a constitutional amendment which purports to "defend marrige," but which everyone knows is actually an anti-gay marriage bill. And to "prove" that gays don't actually exist and therefore don't need equality before the law, Focus on the Family will be right there, probably with Exodus leader and professional exgay Alan Chambers in tow.

This time however, simultaneously, anti-exgay activist Wayne Besen will be holding a parallel press conference announcing the formation of the "Truth Wins Out" campaign (the name of which is derived from Focus on the Family's "Love Won Out" dog and pony show) which seeks to prove that exgays don't exist. For two groups that don't exist (gays and exgays), they sure seem to get a lot of press.


'Truth Wins Out' to Take on Key Issue In Anti-Gay Campaigns


Washington, DC -- As President Bush and Congress prepare to debate gay marriage, a new organization will launch next Wednesday, June 7th to combat so-called "Ex-Gay" ministries and organizations.

"Truth Wins Out will confront a dangerous lie that has buttressed anti-gay campaigns from coast to coast," said founder and noted activist Wayne Besen. "From school boards to city councils to Congress, a lie is being advanced that sexual orientation is something that can be directed or 'cured. It's false, and Truth Wins Out will strike this pillar out from under anti-gay efforts."

Truth Wins Out will launch at the National Press Club with dramatic personal stories of victims of "ex-gay" programs, and insights into how ex-gay theories are woven into nearly all efforts opposed to equality for gay and lesbian Americans. The press conference will also expose the new Right-wing strategy to force "ex-gay" theories into classrooms.
WHO: Truth Wins Out, presenting victims of "ex-gay" efforts. Wayne Besen, Author, "Anything But Straight: Unmasking the Scandals and Lies Behind the Ex-Gay Myth"

WHAT: A new national organization to combat so-called "ex-gay" efforts and larger Right-wing misinformation campaigns.

WHEN: Wednesday, June 7th, 2006 at 10:00am

WHERE: National Press Club, Zenger Room
529 14th Street NW, Washington, DC
10AM

**NOTE** Truth Wins Out will launch in the same week that Focus on the Family convenes in Washington, DC to support President Bush's effort to ban gay marriage.

I have always tried to maintain a consistent position on the whole thing. If a person is gay or same sex attracted and it's against their religion to act on it, then they only hurt themselves by going against their religious beliefs. Many is the suicidal kid I've had to counsel who has "done the deed" only to feel horrifying guilt over it, worrying that they're going to burn in hell or something. They should totally have the right to meet and talk and be celibate or try to change. Whatever they want. Free country and all that as long as they leave the rest of us, who are happily accepting of our sexual orientation and gay identity alone.

But taking care of their own is never enough. They feel the need to interfere in the lives of gay and lesbian people.

Anti-gay theology, IMO, is completely and totally in error. It's based on misinterpretation and misapplication of scripture, even if you're a literalist. It's a cultural bias that has been sadly handed down to us by homophobic desert dwellers from thousands of years ago. Unfortunately, the brainwashing that most gay people have had to endure their entire lives by well-meaning preachers and family members causes them to hate themselves in ways most uninformed straight people cannot understand. (The informed straight people make fabulous allies).

As most people who've followed my diary over the years know, I became friendly with many members of Exodus over the years and I know most of them to be also well-meaning, even if they are, IMO, misguided. They were all very excited several years ago when, after being totally ignored for a couple of decades, the political religious right suddenly "discovered" them and began including them in an ad campaign. Naively, they thought these religious politicos actually cared about them.

But what actually happened -- and it's well documented -- was that the ad campaign was only used in districts where Republicans were losing, and that the "exgays" were merely window dressing fodder for a political campaign. Few of the ads appeared in places were actual gay people lived. What the Republicans were doing was using the "exgays" to insist that gays don't actually exist--or, rather, that all gays can change back into heterosexuals. They used fuzzy language such as "Gays can change" without defining the word "change." The point was to appeal to homophobic voters. As soon as the election was over, the ads disappeared.

What most gay people found who went to these ministries was that no one actually changed into heterosexuals. In fact, the leader of Exodus in England finally declared that in his 20 years of conducting reparative therapy NOT ONE SINGLE INSTANCE OF ORIENTATION CHANGE HAD OCCURRED.

Wayne Besen has been challenging the lies and myths of the exgay movement for some time now and has documented all the half-truths and so-called changes that have been touted by Exodus.

However, the Republicans need votes and Bush is totally desperate, as everyone knows. So, you know it's election time when the Hate Gay campaigns begin. Sadly, my friends in the Exodus movement will get sucked up into it. They'll empower the bigots and the homophobes to continue hating us. But then, we're used to that, aren't we?

But, truth wins out. It always does. And the one thing I know beyond a doubt is that we have truth on our side.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

10 Yrs. Ago: Shawn Decker & "Louie" Enter My Life.

It's so fun looking back at the diary 10 years ago when I find entries like this one:
I met a sensational new "kid" over the internet who found my home page. Shawn Decker is 20 years old and has had HIV for 10 years. He's one fabulous human being. Check out his home page...
Yes, it was on May 25th, 1996 that I began one of the most important and wonderful friendships of my life. I "met" Shawn Decker. He was only 20 years old and had had HIV since the age of 11. Jimmy and I have since "adopted" Shawn as our godson. He had just appeared on the cover of POZ magazine and was trying to figure out what to do with his life. What I remember was being to utterly charmed by his wit and his good humor, I told him he could make a living just being himself, that he should write a diary on the Net, be his hilarious self and, finally, get on the HIV lecture circuit.

Little did I know how he would take all this advice to heart. He had already established his website, positoid.com, about the same time I established Bonus Round. He got a job at POZ for a little while, then I introduced him to a college lecture tour agent, he met his beautiful wife Gwenn while giving a lecture near his home, and now he has written a book which will be released this fall.

At the same time I was getting to know Shawn, we finally made the decision to insert a PICC line and put me on an I.V. of nutrition 12 hours a day. I wrote:

"I'm scared. Not scared as in "end of the world" scared. More like scared like a little kid when he's in the doctor's office and he hears the doctor say quietly to the kid's mother, "Injection..." He knows a shot is coming and it's scary.

"The PICCline insertion is scheduled for tomorrow, Tuesday. The day you'll be reading this (just to keep our new scheduling in mind...) I'll probably be somewhere in an outpatient facility while someone pokes around in my arm (near my elbow) for a good vein, punctures it, and then slides a catheter up it until it reaches my shoulder and then they'll go a little further, closer to my heart, presumably."

What I didn't say was that this was it. This was out last ditch attempt to keep me alive. If this didn't work, then it would be all over. I was so afraid of the "insertion. But then...
"I checked into the out-patient surgery unit, answered a few questions, got put into a room, and met the woman who would be doing the procedure. She gave me all the instructions and warnings, and then proceeded to work. I felt the little puncture at the crook of my right arm, winced (ready for the giant catheter to inch its way up my arm), felt a little painful pressure, and suddenly the whole thing was over. Just like that. She taped me up, they took an x-ray to make sure it had made its way properly into my chest and that was that."
It was nothing. Dealing with the feedbag, though. That took some adjustment. A nurse visited us as home and instructed Jim. We kept the bags in the refrigerator. We had to inject the bags with vitamins and other stuff just before hooking me up. There was a catheter in my arm. Every evening we would hook it up and I would sleep with it in my arm. If I rolled over or crimped the tube, a warning signal would sound loudly, waking us up and I'd have to straighten it out and make the siren go away.

Meanwhile, I'm keeping myself busy by trying to rewrite TLS and look for opportunities to get it produced. I'm like a maniac. On one hand, I'm dragging around this feedbag (which I named "Louie") and on the other hand, I'm trying to become a rock star on Broadway.

And nobody told me I couldn't do it. But even if they had, I wouldn't have listened.

The Wonders of Pompeii

Sorrento (Click on all images for larger version)

I'm looking forward to telling you all about the places we visited this trip because, like a typical bad traveler, I didn't research them before we went and so when we arrived, I had no idea what it was we were in for. After we left Lisbon and Barcelona, the ship took off for the east coast of Italy, south of Rome, about 3/4 of the way down the "boot" of Italy. We anchored off-shore and tendered in. Sorrento sits high on a cliff, so we had to take some buses up to the town on what the guide described as the "Oh my god" road. They were long, narrow, winding roads that hairpinned up the side of the cliff to the beautiful little city above. As our tour bus drove us through Sorrento and then out to Pompeii, we passed chasms and cliffs.

It was about a 45 minutes drive to Pompeii. We arrived at a little touristy area and then the guide gave us a choice, climb steps first followed by a long walkway. Or long walkway followed by climbing DOWN steps. We choose long walkway first followed by climbing down. In the picture below, you can see the ruins of Pompeii on your left. The long entranceway on your right. To the immediate right, out of view, are souvenir stands.

Here's what I didn't expect in Pompeii. In that past, if I've gone to an archealogical dig, the dig itself was always protected behind chicken wire or something so that you could view it from afar, as if you were visiting a murder scene and everything needed to be protected. That's totally understandable, of course. But in Pompeii, you are standing there in the middle of it. It was a city of 10,000 or more. The guides said that the volcano (which you will see soon) probably spewed poison gas first, killing everyone instantly, which is why they found so many bodies just lying there with their meals intact. We began by entering an ancient courtyard. Notice the Roman pillars. I literally gasped. It never occurred to me that we were going right INTO it.


(I used this image for the video of "Secret of the Great Big Hall").

This next photo was where I began to get a feeling for the enormity of the place and how much we'd be able to see it. We turned out of the courtyard and onto this street. On both sides rose the walls of the city. I turned to Jim in amazement. "How big is this thing??"

As we walked along, to each side, were spaces--apartments and shops--where people lived. Here, for instance is a counter where they'd cook. A dish would be set into the round brick hole and fire would be placed beneath.

The next image was one of my favorites. These stones were placed at road intersections. They functioned in two ways. They were speed bumps for chariots, so that the chariot had to slow down to straddle the stones. But also, if it was raining, the pedestrians could use them to cross from one sidewalk to the next.

Below, you can see one of the side streets off the thoroughfare. See the sidewalks on each side of the street?

Reminder: Click on the images to see them full scale).

I suddenly had this idea for the song "Holy Dirt." I held the camera in my hand and, with the ipod in my ears, began singing along to make a music video using Pompeii as a "set." Jimmy caught me doing it along this old wall. I felt totally like an idiot in front of everyone, but somehow that didn't stop me.

Our next stop was an old temple. It was remarkable how well preserved it was. And how wonderful that it was! I hate that all these people had to died so horribly, but this treasure would be totally gone if not for Vesuvius.

The paintings on the walls:


This next photo is on one of the main streets. It's a fast food restaurant. What you thought we invented those? They would cook food held held by pots in the round holes, you'd bring your cup or bowl in, dip into the hot food and take it with you or eat it there. Also, I'm not sure if you can see it on the photo, but at the entrance to the shop there are grooves in the floor for... yep, sliding doors.

Here's another view of the main street. Our little shop in on the immediate left and you can see the grooves more clearly in the doorway. Notice how wide this street is. It was lined with shops, toga stores, candle stores, eating places and small villa type homes with courtyards set back from the street. This was a high priced neighborhood.

Here is a brick oven for baking bread. No pizza, though, the guide reminded us. Tomatoes came from the USA and pasta came from China. But it does look like a pizza oven, doesn't it?

This was a ceiling in another public space just off a public baths. This is one of the places where they found bodies.

Actually, what they found was that the ash had covered the bodies, compressed around them and then petrified, like a cocoon. So they pumped plaster into the "molds" to reproduce the body, bones intact.











Finally, up on the hill, was the big open air stadium and, looming in the background, Vesuvius.

As we drove home, we stopped for one more incredible photo opportunity. This on the hill overlooking Sorrento. If you look very closely, almost dead center in the photo, a bit above the third branch of that tree in the foreground, you'll see our ship anchored off that long dock. It's just a speck, but shows you how majestic this country is. Italy is truly one of the most beautiful countries in the world, so rich with history.

But it was just the beginning of our amazing tour of the ancient wonders of the world.

Doin' Time in the No Mo Homo Halfway House

I'm going to be meeting Peterson Toscano later this week. He's in town doing his comedy theatrical piece about his time in an exgay facility. Peter seems like a great guy and I've added his blog A-Musing to my blogroll. For readers in LA, I'm planning to see the Sunday night show. Join me if you can. Here's all the info:

Doin' Time in the Homo No Mo Halfway House
Friday June 2, 2006 8:00 PM
Space At Fountain's End
3929 Fountain Avenue (at Sanborn)
Silverlake (Los Angeles), CA
323 856 6168
$15.00


Special Presentation
Saturday June 3, 2006 7:00 PM
Space At Fountain's End
3929 Fountain Avenue (at Sanborn)
Silverlake (Los Angeles), CA
323 856 6168
Part of special reception for Mark Thompson

Doin' Time in the Homo No Mo Halfway House
Sunday June 4, 2006 8:00 PM
Space At Fountain's End
3929 Fountain Avenue (at Sanborn)
Silverlake (Los Angeles), CA
323 856 6168
$15.00

See for yourself what happens behind the doors of America’s zaniest ex-gay residential program. Peterson Toscano presents his one-person comedy, "Doin’ Time in the Homo No Mo Halfway House--How I Survived the Ex-Gay Movement!"

Through six characters Peterson takes you on a tour of the Homo No Mo Halfway House, a Christian residential 12-Step program that attempts to save men and women from the "evil snares of homosexuality" through bizarre rules, a gender resuscitation regime and brain numbing reconditioning.

Based on Toscano’s real life experience floundering in various Ex-gay ministries, he weaves together humor, program jargon and outrageous eye witness accounts to form a piece that is hilarious, poignant and inspirational. From the daily rap sessions on appropriate male dress to the surreal Family and Friends Weekend, prepare yourself for a rocky and raucous tour of the Homo No Mo Halfway House, and see for yourself if our hero comes OUT alive!