In a post last week, I noted that a reporter - in the wake of the Proposition 8 debate - put forth the suggestion that "gays" take a queue from Latinos in the community who didn't show up for work one day a few years ago to demonstrate how integral their presence was to the fabric of society.
Post: 11/15/2008
http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2008/11/proposition-8no-gays-for-day-man-from.html
Well, today was "D" day!
Yup, "Don't" go to work day!
Why, even Valentine - a local talk-jock on the radio - was yapping about it at the crack of dawn at 6 a.m.
Since the platter-spinner turned up at the radio station to throttle the airwaves, are listeners to assume that he's a breeder?
Nasty name-calling, eh?
Moving right along!
Right off-the-bat, I am noting for the record, that the "Latinos" planned their rebellion well-in-advance.
In contrast, a bevy of studly boy-toys were a little remiss in their party-planner duties.
A mere two weeks or so after the novel idea was first conjured up at the end of November, the protest went forward.
So - if "glum" (un-gay) day doesn't pan out (homos aren't missed one iota) at least the community can blame the organizers for being fools that rushed in without paying heed to a Boy Scout motto.
Always be prepared!
Of course, most musical dudes aren't too familiar with that little ditty, for obvious reasons.
Heh!
Who wants to hike, learn how to start a fire with a bundle of faggots, and have sleep-overs with studly outdoorsy guys, or get raped by a pimply-faced counselor, anyway?
Notwithstanding, I elected to take a stroll through West Hollywood this morning to take stock of the situation.
It was about ten o'clock in the morning, birds were a-flutter, and an almost-mystical mist was just burning off the picturesque Hollywood Hills.
But, the streets of gay gulch were relatively quiet.
Had all the hotties dashed off to Will Roger's Beach for the day to wag their tongues gaily under the sizzling-hot mid-afternoon sun - a golden orb now - rising high in the sky?
For those of you who are out-of-state, or not in-the-know, the stretch of beach just south of Malibu I am referring to is a "gay" beach where surf's up among other things.
Which I find ironic.
Probably one of the most famous quotes uttered by Will Rogers was:
"I never met a man I didn't like."
At "Eat Well", a popular fag hang-out for breakies in the bright-and-early a.m., staff prepared to greet customers who may or may not traipse through the door any minute.
The same scenario was underway at the French Marketplace and the Silver Spoon.
The latter eatery was Shelley Winters' old hang-out, by the way.
Maybe the straight waiters were taking a double-shift today?
I just knew someone would profit somehere somehow!
Meanwhile, in front of Starbucks a camera crew was setting up.
Ah, now it was apparent to anyone who straggled into WeHo, they were right at (as Liz Taylor's character in "Virginia Woolf" would harp) the "meat" of things.
Situated across from the gym in one direction, and Trader Joe's in the other, Starbucks is strategically positioned to rack in all those pinkbacks the Proposition 8 supporters are crying about losing now-a-days!
I managed to eat a light breakfast in a local bistro - in spite of the fact - snippy gay waiters were off kitbitzing somewhere.
Ah, a Latino was at-the-ready to earn a few bucks.
The post office was business-as-usual, too.
So, I posted a handful of X-Mas cards of Santa's with muscled abs and eye-popping packages.
The Afro-American counter-folks were, no doubt, praising the Lord.
No prissy "gay" clients fussing over this 'n that 'til the morrow.
Since I don't consider blogging work - you betcha, it's a joy bozo - I am inclined to pen a post.
After all, someone has to get the "gay" news out.
Oscar Wilde once said that Homosexuality was the love that dare not speak its name.
Now, it's the love that won't shut up!
Amen.
