Experiencing it again for the first time

August 16, 2026

It starts with the movies, dwells on a paradox of dementia — that it can allow someone to experience something again for the first time — and picks up another paradox — that it’s possible for someone to forget everything and still successfully follow enormously complex routines. I will illustrate the first from my guy (my husband-equivalent) Jacques Transue in the early stages of his life-ending dementia and the second from myself under the sway of a powerful steroid drug. This will be a lot less grim than it sounds.

Then some professorial reflections on what it’s all about. I’m sorry; the professor comes along with the story-teller, it’s a package deal.

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frags

August 16, 2026

No, not hand grenades, but (portmanteaued) fag frats, sexually specialized college fraternities. A topic that sprung out of my Sundance interview posting, in a comment by Gijs Doorenbos:

F.A.G. fraternity -> ΦAΓ ? (Should be available as a T shirt somewhere)

And then we strolled down fraternity row.

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The first step

August 15, 2026

Now, a piece of my life story you have heard about from my side of the event — the first meeting of Ann Walcutt Daingerfield and Arnold Melchior Zwicky (which happened in the bowels of the Firestone Library at Princeton University) — from Ann’s viewpoint, as rehearsed in e-mail yesterday from our old friend Benita Bendon Campbell:

In September of 1959, I called Ann, who was languishing in Lexington [KY] and said something like, “I have a job and a nice apartment in Princeton. Would you like to join me?” She replied, “Bonnie, I am so miserable that if someone said ‘I have a job and an apartment in Hell. Would you like to join me?’ I would say, ‘Yes!'”

So she did. A week or so thereafter, she started a job in the Language Lab. Mr. Keefer [AZ: possibly Kiefer] was her boss and she reported in pleased tones about a pair of Student Assistants called “Franklyn and his partner Arnold.” [AZ: partner as in teammates / buddies; Frank Carr and I were roommates for three years]

That is how the milk got into the coconut.

I Did It. By Jove, I Did It.

And deserves credit.

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Adam’s ribbing

August 15, 2026

It’s all about men’s crotches, but it’s not actually X-rated; but, but … it is about crotches and their contents. Adam in a jockstrap, Adam in a rubber.

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It’s a mistake to rile a gunslinging faggot

August 15, 2026

— an arresting dictum from Sundance Kidd, in my short story “The interview” (from my XBlog on 3/15/11 — edited from several 1996 drafts); the piece serves as a kind of vertiginous magic-realist summary of my Sundance and Butch saga (Sundance denies that his book is magic realism, but this isn’t that book, although it is in part a story about that book), alluding to many details of the two men’s lives that you will just have to fill in from what Sundance says.

This isn’t exposition, Mr. Bond; this is a 150-foot waterfall.

Tom of Finland — Touko Valio Laaksonen — famously got off enthusiastically on his own homoerotic drawings, and good for him. In turn, I still find parts of this piece achingly funny and am pleased no end at having written them.

Occasionally, Sundance tosses out something that looks like genuine insight. Well, he may be fictional, but he’s no fool.

Then, yippee, I get a cameo appearance, as a Stanford professor named Alex — Alex Adams being my principal pseudonym and Alex Adams a complex alternative identity.

The 2011 version, with only minor editing…

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Three prolegomena to a giant can of worms

August 14, 2026

(frank discussion of sex, of various kinds, some of it in street language — so not for kids or the sexually modest)

1 is about the Bloomsbury artists Duncan Grant and Vanessa Bell; 2 is about affectionate relationships between gay men and straight women; 3 is about me and my wife, Ann.

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le mot juste

August 13, 2026

(warning: raunchy vocabulary, but surmounting the raunch is the point; still, over the line for kids and the sexually modest)

Well, a two-word phrase. Which I very carefully framed — in yesterday’s posting “Getting picked” — in this passage:

I’m a whoring faggot in deep disguise — also a lot of other, socially more decorous, things, but I’m that too

Now, that’s two incendiary words, both generally lobbed as insults, condemnations, or accusations: whoring ‘sexually promiscuous, esp. for payment’ and faggot. I want them back, and I’ll ding at them until they lose their power for other people as well as me. I’ve been working on faggot for decades and will continue to plug away at it. I have the Fuck Me Like the Whore I Am t-shirt — but have never worn it because that would be false advertising: whore, yes, with a rich history of many sexual partners, a lot of them classifiable as tricks of one sort or another (this is a rich and complex world); enthusiast for getting fucked, jesus yes; available to any random dick off the street, absolutely not.

So part of the program is normalization of various kinds of everyday and widespread sexual practices. But my goal is deeper than that.

The terminology of insult, condemnation, and accusation conveys two things: some root attribution of sexual desire, practice, or identity (for which there is less incendiary vocabulary) — PLUS some content that is genuinely reprehensible, worthy of censure: some bad stuff. And I say: show me the bad stuff. As a riddle: How is a faggot not like a gay man?

And people will tell you that faggots are the bad gays, the nasty gays, the obvious ones, the effeminate ones, with lisps, the ones that are too gay, flaunt their gayness, talk about sex too much, go on marches for butt-fucking, stick to their own kind, and so on.

In this world, then, what is a non-faggot gay? Be specific, give examples, you say, and what you get is men — or ideas of men — whose gayness is in fact completely invisible. Whose sexual desires, practices, and identities aren’t out in the world in any way. No-gay gays. This is social death, and no one should be subjected to it.

There are unpleasant, even wicked, people everywhere, including the gigantic world of male-male sexuality. But mostly there ‘s an extraordinary variety of ways of composing gay-sexual lives and integrating them with all the rest of our lives. Claim: faggots are in fact just gay men. Period. The word faggot does have more punch to it, thanks to the echoes of its nasty history, so I treasure it.

And I say, tongue in cheek, of being a faggot: not that there’s anything wrong with that!

From Wikipedia:

“The Outing” is the 57th episode of the sitcom Seinfeld. First aired on February 11, 1993 on NBC, it is the 17th episode of the fourth season. In this episode, a journalism student reports on Jerry and George’s close companionship, which becomes understood as the two of them coming out. The line “… not that there’s anything wrong with that” — as a reference to homosexuality — has become a popular catchphrase among fans.

Then, as with faggot, I’d say good things about whore and whoring. But not today; it’s been a long day. A really good day, but it’s over now.

 

Lecterns on wheels

August 13, 2026

They bring me reference volumes for work in progress, allowing me to hold them open on the lectern itself.

My reference works are mostly big heavy volumes, very hard for my disabled hands to cope with at all. Lifting them is a problem in itself. Then I used to have a space on my worktable, in front of my tv, where they could lie open, right next to my computer’s keyboard, to the pages I needed. But that space had to be used as the phone center for my home office, so more complex measures were required. From an office supply company, lecterns on wheels.

Oh dear, now you’re entertaining fantasies of crazy-eyed mad professors zooming around dusty lecture halls, all jazzed up on their turbo-charged lecterns — bumper cars for the academic elite.  Sadly, the excellent Interion mobile podium / lectern from Global Industrial (which mostly provides heavy-duty industrial office supplies) moves slowly but majestically; it was just what I wanted, and I needed two of them, one for each of two bookish rooms. They definitely required assembly by a professional — and even so consumed a fair chunk of time for the mechanic — during which I suffered sharp pangs of tool envy, an affliction I am prone to.

But it was done, and here’s the one from the main room of my apartment, with the most-often used reference works installed in convenient places:

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Yesterday’s metromanteau

August 13, 2026

The Wayno / Piraro 8/12 Bizarro: “The Metromorphosis”:


metro- [the libfix, representing the noun metrosexual] + metamorphosis [the abstract noun meaning ‘transformation’] = metromorphosis ‘transformation to metrosexuality’ (if you’re puzzled by the odd symbols in the cartoon — Wayno says there are 4 in this strip — see this Page)

Two contributors:

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The birthday of doom

August 13, 2026

Coming up in about three weeks, my birthday of doom:

2026 – 1940 = 86. A bad omen. As in NOAD:

verb eighty-six (also 86): [with object] North American English informal 1 eject or bar (someone) from a restaurant, bar, etc.: they were accused of cheating, and eighty-sixed from their favorite casino. 2 reject, discard, or cancel: the passwords will be 86ed by next October. ORIGIN 1930s (as a noun, used in restaurants and bars to indicate that a menu item is unavailable or that a customer is not to be served): perhaps rhyming slang for nix ‘nothing’.

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