I am William: an INFP man into art, music, photography, handsome men, Turkish Van cats, 🌱growing and photographing Rhododendrons, enlightened souls, Tibetan Book of the Dead, psychology, cosmology, and more. South Puget Sound. Queerart🏳️🌈
Q is for "Quasimodo"
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Unlearning is something I had to do a lot of, to become a truly nice person. All this bogus programming gets fed into us by childhood, and in my case, bad choices of relationships.
Drag Names: Ma Rainey (or Ma for short), Wilhelmina, and Susan. All assigned to me against my will.😂
🤭"Yeah, so get on a Boeing jet for a 3 hour commute, each day, and a commute home."
Terrible news. Hopefully, the hospital staff will bring him back to good health.
🤨Brought to you by the NY Chamber Pot of Commerce.
We are in a drought which began last year. Blessedly, the skies opened up and we had .75 inches of rain today. The garden loved every delicious drop.
I would have enjoyed that.
I have all of his catalog. Such variety, and all are top notch.
I have the recording. A tragic loss. He was still producing top tier music. 😪
Looking back, was there any inkling that his time was coming to an abrupt end?
Picture yourself on a train in a station
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile
The girl with the kaleidoscope eyes!
Name a band or singer you wish you had gotten to see perform live.
Prince
Name a band or singer you wish you had gotten to see perform live.
The Who
Name a band or singer you got to see perform live.
1976
"Young Life"
#Rhododendron species davidsonianum "Ruth Lyons" form has to my eyes, the perfect bubblegum pink: light and buoyant. I used a fill flash on these two photos.
April 1, 2024.
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Here is more information on the Soviet Consulate General in San Francisco. 11/end
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(it was winter), nice shoes, and a skirt and blouse.
The agent told me they would get back to me if they had any further questions. I think I was asked if I would recognize him, if I was shown a photograph, and that I answered that I believed I would. I can still see his face today. 10/x
He seemed to neither believe or not believe me. He asked questions about what the guy looked like. I was quite detailed. The woman I was less detailed about. She had longish, nicely quaffed hair, was dressed in appropriate business attire. I believe she wore a woman's rain coat 9/x
and Folsom.
I could not get this incident out of my mind. Something seemed so abnormal about it. After a week or so, I eventually called the FBI and reported seeing a possible spy drop. I received a call from an agent (I presume) and came in for an interview.
I told the agent my story. 8/x
Montgomery (my normal exit) and followed the woman for a while. I do not now remember if she ever looked around to spot me. She was walking west on on Market, towards the Powell street station.
I had to get to work, so I stopped trailing and observing her, and went to my workplace on 3rd 7/x
looking intently at me, looking through to my soul, analyzing and sizing me up. This whole scene was so abnormal.
Why would one give a folded newspaper to a total stranger that you had not so much looked at? I starred back at the man with my own cold expression, then jumped up to exit at 6/x
At the Montgomery street station, she handed him her folded newspaper. That was when they both noticed I was absent mindedly observing them. They woman's face turned to fear and panic. THAT caught my attention. The man sat like cold steel, no emotion registering on his face. But he was 5/x
silver hair, combed back, much like Boris Yeltsin had. He was expressionless. An also expressionless woman boarded at the next stop, and sat next to him in silence. They never even looked at one another. She was carrying a folded newspaper.
I was watching them, most likely because I was bored. 4/x
It was a rush hour morning. I was in a seat by myself that faced backwards. One row down and on the opposite side of the aisle, was a double empty seat. A man boarded the train at either Church Street or Civic Center.
He was wearing a dark long winter coat. He looked to be 50. He had thick 3/x
or something to that effect. I used to repeat this crack pot exercise every time I visited. After I moved there, I do not think I did so. Spoiler alert: I was a hard core cold war GOP conservative back then.
I once witnessed, and eventually reported a suspected spy drop, on Muni light rail. 2/x
"Man Yells at Cloud"
This was the The Consulate-General of USSR, on Green Street, in San Francisco. It was a giant spy nest. I stood in front of it giving them the middle finger, and yelled "Fuck you, commie butchers", 1/x
Ektachrome transparency, scanned.
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never one for casual sex, for the sake of sex. I always had to be in love, to want to be sexual with someone. A real mis-fit for the time and place in which I found myself living.
That is probably why I am single today... 5/END
I even know where I was. I was in a frozen yogurt place, right off Market on either Noe or Sanchez.
By then I was living there, and in a fast paced super career. I did not have sex with anyone until 1988 (and then got my heart broken). I assumed every guy was HIV positive. And anyway, I was 4/x
were any effective treatments for HIV.
The shocking irony is that the same issue of the BAR where I saw his obituary, I saw that of another guy who I had been with once (as a top, in a specialty fetish scene.) That was was so profound, that I think my reaction sank deep into my subconscious. 3/x
So, I was using him. Not my best moment, to say the least. I still feel guilty to this day.
David had a drinking problem. It is sad. He drank himself into risky behavior, that likely resulted in his contracting HIV, and perishing like so many countless others. This was in the days before there 2/x
"View From Potrero Hill"
I shot this in February, 1982. I was staying with David Ruhlman, who I had met on a prior trip at the Badlands gay bar in the Castro. I think he was crazy about me. However, for me, he was someone to stay with when I visited town. 1/x
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"View From Potrero Hill"
I shot this in February, 1982. I was staying with David Ruhlmann. In 1986, he was listed in the Bay Area Reporter as having died of AIDS. I will forever feel guilty that I did not treat him as well as 1/x
Ektachrome slide, scanned.
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Thanks, Bee. I will fight hard to do so.
Well, I received a call from the Urgent Care clinic with the results of the culture from my toe. 💀It is MRSA, which horrifies me.
I no longer have any pain. Nevertheless, they switched antibiotics to something that will treat the MRSA strain.
Swallowed up by her own putrid atmosphere.