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Hot

Great. I’m home all day feeling crappy and it’s going to be the hottest day of the year so far. My timing is, as ever, impeccable. But I’m using the day to scour job listings (both in San Francisco and not) and to catch up on my reading. Maybe the lack of movement will help…

We made it all the way to 92 this afternoon. Color me thrilled, really. But I’m feeling much better, strangely enough. It’s amazing what two Tylenol gelcaps and swearing off cigarettes and the computer for most of the afternoon will do for the constitution. If history is any indicator, alas, the peak of discomfort in my apartment won’t come until 7:00 or so. I think the evening will involve my deck and a good book…

Note to Mark: it’s actually quite comfortable in Eureka this afternoon. But that may be the only decent weather in the entire country today…

Community Center

As I was composing an email response today to someone who was amused that I always place the phrase “gay community” within quotation marks, it dawned on me why I have so much trouble stomaching the idea of the concept (and the ideas of “gay pride” and most aspects of the “gay movement” in general): the maddening attention toward the idea of “community-building”, usually at the expense of anything resembling individual achievement.

The whole cliché of “community” is is rather pervasive not just among politicized homosexuals, but among many pointy-headed academics, and especially among the professional victims of the world. We no longer have homeless individuals, but the “homeless community”. There are no homosexuals who like sports; there is merely the “LGBT sports community”. People with personal websites now owe dues to the “weblogging community”.

Any given group of individuals who shares one common interest or problem, no matter how insignificant to its members’ actual daily lives, must suddenly be a “community”. It’s as if nothing any individual does has any intrinsic value unless it’s done with the sanction of –and of course the appropriate designation by — some unspecified number of other people. Without a “community” to be served, any individual achievement is meaningless. Everything is set in terms of “we think” rather than “I think”.

And heaven help anyone who dares think differently. Immediately they’re derided for “not speaking on behalf of the community” (read “not really being one of us”). These “open and affirming” communities are often very quick to exile members who have a penchant for independent thought, especially when it sometimes contrasts with what the “community” has deemed to be the proper way for its members to think.

The theme of this year’s San Francisco gay pride event was “Be yourself. Change the world.” It’s a nice sentiment, but the very nature of the event (and the actual phrase, if you read it a certain way) suggests that “being yourself” has no particular value unless you’re doing it as part of some greater community goal. Some people don’t want to change the world, and want to do their own thing even it involves quietly blending into their surroundings. And other people don’t much care that the “pride community” has given them “permission” to wear a feather boa rather than a tank top.

It’s great to meet people who have common interests. This is a natural human desire and it makes life much more fun. I was very excited to find that there are a lot of people who are interested in old supermarkets. It’s nice to be able to rely on other people for information. But I’d still be interested (and research them just as obsessively) if I were the only person on earth who gave a damn.

Maybe I’m just not a “joiner”, but I don’t need a “community” to validate my interests, my lifestyle, nor my troubles. I can justify them to myself just fine, thanks, and that’s really all that matters.

Summer

So Amazon just sent me a reminder that my birthday’s coming up in August. They’re so considerate to assume that I’m a complete idiot and was likely to have forgotten…

It’s off to Fresno tomorrow to see my favorite boy, not to mention The Shroud. All the weather stories have me a little nervous; when people who have lived their entire lives in Fresno start using italics and even underlined italics to emphasize the fact, it must be pretty fucking steamy…

To the corner store now. Elmo needs a Fresca…

Not as Hot

Among the things you can do in California which you can’t do many other places: drive 185 miles on a Sunday afternoon and experience a 45 degree temperature drop…

Good weekend, but I’m too tired to talk about it (or about much of anything else) right now. G’night…

Home

I love my apartment. I’ve lived in it for nigh onto ten years, so this is a good thing. I’m about to be sharing it. I love that too. That said, there are a few things about it which I will not miss when I leave.

Requirements for my next abode:

  • A washer, dryer, and dishwasher. Pretty close to non-negotiable.
  • A shower surfaced in actual tile and not some Formica-like substance which doesn’t really lend itself to being in a damp room.
  • No, repeat no, industrial grey wall-to-wall carpet.
  • Sufficient electrical service so that I won’t cringe if I dare to use the microwave and the toaster oven at the same time.
  • A guaranteed and maybe even designated parking space.
  • About 50% more of a bedroom than I now have.
  • About 100% more of a guest room than I now have.
  • No warehouse (with constant deliveries by very large trucks) across the street even if it means I can’t look out my front window at all the cute juvenile delinquent boys who work there.

Southerners

People in the south are just nice. In today’s mail, I received a box of supermarket collectibles and rare photos from a complete stranger in North Carolina. He’s letting me borrow them to scan for this site and then I’m to return them to him. They’re not terribly valuable, although they are somewhat irreplaceable and would probably fetch a couple of hundred dollars on eBay. But this very nice man thought nothing of sending them right to me, even though he doesn’t know me from Adam, and he even told me I could keep some items of which he had duplicates…

Sort of restores my faith in humanity. And you can rest assured his stuff will be returned quickly and in the same condition in which it was recieved. I want to get it all back to him before I have a chance to spill something on it…

Sheehy Is an Idiot

Absolutely asinine: career homosexual Jeff Sheehy’s latest rambling in the Examiner about the “explicit homophobia” among tenant activists who dare to disagree with his position on a pending home ownership ballot initiative in San Francisco. Apparently, since he is homosexual and since the issue might impact him in some fashion, anyone who opposes it is a raging “homophobe”…

Note please that I don’t currently have an opinion one way or another on the initiative itself; I don’t know enough about it. I might even find myself in favor of it, just like the author, if for different reasons…

But I most definitely have an opinion on this particular op-ed piece. It aggravates me so much I can hardly express it. Mr. Sheehy has apparently lived so much of his life framing everything in terms of sexual orientation that his only means of arguing ANY issue now seems to be to cry “homophobia” whether or not any actually exists. Limited vocabulary, I guess…

For all his babbling about “refugee communities” (who evidently have more of a God-given right to own property than anyone else, especially with government assistance) and “life as a fully realized person participating in a community free from discrimination”, he doesn’t seem to grasp the fact that homsexuality is completely unrelated to this particular issue. There is no connection. Period…

Of course, to admit this to himself would be to render invalid his assertion that tenant activists are nothing but evil “homophobes” (despite the fact that many of them are every bit as homosexual as Mr. Sheehy himself). While these activists undoubtedly have some skewed priorities, I find it hard to stomach the none-too-hidden assertion that they wake up every morning wondering how they can “screw over the fags” today…

I can see a great future for Mr. Sheehy as a speech writer for Willie Brown, another San Franciscan with a penchant for finding bigotry anytime a dissenting question is asked…