Not Just Another Day at the Beach - My Suburbia

There's been a major heatwave going on in Northern California. Being a New Yorker I'm familiar with heat and humidity but I always had air conditioning. It just ain't that way here in Suburbia - no A/C!

For a change of pace and to beat the heat I decided to go to the beach... ya know "When in Rome". Most Easterners think California is all about the beaches - I certainly did! But when I moved out here, I found out "It Ain't Necessarily So" at least not in Northern California. I've only been to one beach in the last few years so I was really looking forward to my beach outing.

As I drove closer to the beach I noticed something dark lurking ahead. It was the infamous San Francisco fog starting to roll in. It wasn't gonna "Rain on My Parade", but it certainly looked like "A Foggy Day in London Town" on my beach day! Humph! I was determined to enjoy this damn California beach, that's one of the reasons why I moved here! I was gonna lay out, chill out, cool off and get some sunshine trying to be in the moment (a very challenging thing for me to do). I was planning on letting go of my thoughts and nonstop frustrating work of trying to find an apartment in NYC for the last year or so. I was gonna relax, damn it and have one of those classic California beach days.

I made my way to the parking lot and realized I was doomed... there was no sun to be found. In fact after getting out of the car, I didn't need to put on my bathing suit but I needed a jacket! WTF? On the bright side (no pun intended) the temperature was much cooler and I got some good photos walking along the brown sandy beach. It wasn't like any of my white sandy beaches back East - Jones Beach, Rye Beach, Orchard Beach or even Cape Cod. But what the hell, it was another experience in "My Suburbia".

After leaving the beach, I found the sun was still out as I continued my drive back North. Oy! Is this Kharma? When I got home the sun was still beating down on my roof and my apartment was hotter than a NY Subway platform. BTW, that is as close to Hell as you can get! Then I took a moment and remembered that at least I got to see a few surfer boys get in and out of their wetsuits in the parking lot. Hmmmm... so maybe it wasn't just another day at the beach, but it was mine and the heatwave continues.

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"I Identify As ..." - My NY

Around most of the world, June is Gay Pride Month. Pride includes almost everyone these days. It may have started as Gay Pride, but now it's an all inclusive range of "identities" spanning the entire alphabet.

Stonewall Rally NYC 

This year with all that's been happening in the Media, the new buzz phrase is "I identify as..." I identify as this, I identify as that. Just because I identify with a particular group or person, does that make me that person too? This entire concept is so trippy that I can't seem to wrap my liberal mind around it.

Caitlyn Jenner

You know what? I always identified with everyone and I still do. That was one of the great things about growing up in New York! It was the proverbial melting pot. But does "identifying" make me less of what I am and more of what everybody else is? This gets even more weird and that's coming from me! 

In high school I identified with the Blacks and Puerto Rican, but I wasn't Black or Puerto Rican. I identified as an Italian American (guilty) a Nerd (sometimes), a Cool Kid (of course), a Stoner (no comment). I never identified as a Jock,  I just wanted them because they were the hotties! And Cheerleaders, who didn't wanna be a cheerleader? I identified with all these but I was still me. Isn't that what it really comes down to, just being yourself?

Rachel Dolezal

So yeah, yeah I identify as everyone, so maybe I'm no one. But what really drives me crazy is all this PC BS! Just say it like you feel it, approval can come at a price and I ain't buying it. 

Happy Gay Pride to all! Happy Alphabet Pride aka LGBTQIA... pick a letter, any letter at all. Thank you Vanna White. This Pride let's keep it real, be ourselves and let's just be proud. Identify yourself as happy and remember that the rest is all just a bunch of letters and you can always buy another vowel.

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Summer in the City - My NY

It's "officially" Summertime and I can't help but think about what Summer was like for me growing up in New York. As far back as I can remember I would escape to the roof in the Summertime, it was my retreat. My first recollection was when I learned how to roller skate on our roof in the Bronx. I learned to roller-skate almost before I could walk. Yeah it's true, at least that was what my mother told me.

As a teenager, going up to the roof was a time for me and my dreams. A time when I could hang out with friends or just be by myself sunbathing on "tar beach" slathered in baby oil and iodine for hours (who knew back then)! I felt like like I was sitting on top of the world loving the view, playing my guitar and always singing.

I'd stare off and look towards the City (aka "The Land of Oz" for me). I was sure from an early age that Manhattan is where I wanted to move "when I grew up". I was in my own world on the roof and knew that my dream of living in NYC would one day come true.

Years later, it happened! I moved into my first Manhattan studio apartment after returning from touring with "Hair" (the Broadway musical) and I've never been the same. I was bitten by the "show biz bug" and the "NYC bug" as a kid. I'm convinced it happened on one of those sunny, humid, mellow days while I was daydreaming up on the roof of a five floor walk up in the Bronx. Ah Summertime!

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Street Talk- My NY

Waiting on a subway platform in NYC, I notice that almost everybody is on their phones. I was just about to check mine when I decided to stop, watch and listen to the people around me... at least the few that weren't "connected." I overheard this conversation between two friends. It went something like this...

Dwayne: Yo Angel, listen to me. Ya know what I'm sayin', right? Ya know what I'm sayin'? 

Angel: No,  Dwayne, I don't have any idea what the hell you are talking about!

Dwayne: Ahh, come on. You're messing' wit me. Ya know what I'm sayin', don't ya?

Angel: Ya know Angel, I can't understand what the f*ck you're saying and you think I know what you mean? 

Dwayne: Man, you got an attitude today.

Angel: An attitude? Why don't you just try to use words when you speak, try using full sentences. You know what they are don't ya? They got nouns and verbs in them, they usually have a point.

Dwayne: A point? Oh shit, forget it! Ya don't know what I'm saying. You don't even know me anymore.

Angel: I guess not cause you don't even try to understand what I'm trying to say when I speak to you!

Dwayne: Exactly, that's what I'm sayin'. That's why we get along so well, we so different.

Angel: So now we get along? I'm really confused, let's forget it. You don't know what I'm saying! You don't know.

Dwayne: I KNOW exactly what you're saying. Ya know what I'm sayin'?

Angel: Yeah, I know what you're saying. Sorry, it was just a rough day for me.

Dwayne: Word! See... ya know what I'm sayin'.

Sometimes being "connected" is overrated and we just gotta stop and listen to each other. Just like I did on the subway platform... Ya know what I'm saying?

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Singing For My Supper - My NY

I have so many memories and reasons of why I love my New York and of what it means to me. It's not just the bright lights, Broadway, limitless restaurants or the late night mentality. Even though I love all that, for me New York is my history and made me what I am today.

Growing up in The Bronx there were singers that would visit the apartment buildings and serenade in the courtyards. In my neighborhood, they would usually sing in Italian and people would throw change to them from their windows or come down and give them money for singing.

Being a precocious child I wanted to do this too! I wanted to get the attention, the applause... okay I wanted the money. After all, I sang along to Judy Garland and I was damn good. Who the hell wanted to hear some old man sing Italian songs? I was the real deal, I could entertain! So I decided that the next time one of the singers would start to sing their songs, this fat, little Italian boy would belt out some Judy tunes. I went out in the hallway and sang at the top of my lungs. It didn't take me long to figure out this wasn't my audience cause I didn't even get a dime. Nevertheless I wouldn't give up and I continued to do this for a few weeks. I finally realized that all I ever got from this gig was a good dinner from my mother. She was either my biggest fan or she just wanted me to shut up. Maybe I was just singing for my supper after all, but it was damn good and that's my New York.

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Fifty Shades of Gay

Believe it or not Gay is not just about rainbows. As a Gay man I'm tired of all this rainbow BS and to quote Judy Garland "I've got rainbows coming out of my ass." There are many shades of being Gay. We are no longer "Gay",  "Lesbian", "Bisexual" or "Transsexual" aka GLBT. Oh no, we've come along way... we now have almost the entire alphabet attached to our former four shades of Gay. We are as of now, LGBTQIA and I'm sure more letters will soon be added.

Growing up in NYC (the center of the Universe) most of what I knew about being "Gay" was what was in the media. I knew there were drag queens, leather daddies, dykes on bikes along with many closet cases. And this was in NYC... I could only imagine what a Gay child knew of Gay culture out in Suburbia! I never really thought about coming "out".  When I was a teenager and my father repeatedly asked me why I didn't date girls I finally told him "some guys don't date girls, so please don't ask me again" (pretty ballsy for a sixteen year old). I was just me and wanted to be loved for being me! I was bullied back in the day, that's just how it was. But it wasn't an "issue", there were always bullies. You didn't have to be Gay to be bullied. There were many shades of being bullied.

Unfortunately not much has changed. Whenever there is representation of the Gay community the media is still compelled to show the drag queens, leather daddies and dykes on bikes. Once again that's what sells and many people still have the need to cling to those stereotypes. I'd like to say there are fifty shades of Gay - but that doesn't even come close! So maybe there is a rainbow full of Gay and way more than fifty shades of grey.

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Who Said You Can Never Go Home?

My love of NYC started at an early age. On one of my first subway rides, I did what many people do... I got off at the wrong stop. I slowly started to explore the neighborhood and find my sense of direction, who am I kidding? I never had a good sense of direction. I walked around for awhile and found out that I was in the West Village. OMG, my life changed and I was truly "home". I felt just like Dorothy when she landed over the rainbow and opened her door to a technicolor world.

Grant it I'm a native New Yorker and have always loved the diversity of it, but this brought diversity to a new level for me. Gays and artists and hipsters, oh my! Every street I stumbled upon was magical. I met lots of local characters and window-shopped at little stores filled with things I'd never seen before. And then there was the variety of restaurants with their mouthwatering aromas. I didn't know what half of them were, but I wanted to try them all! I was in heaven when reality set in and it was time to head back uptown to the Bronx for dinner. As soon as our meal was over I was back on the subway headed to the Village. My parents were still having their dessert as I continued my journey on the yellow brick road.

It's been said that "you can never go home again", but that's not true for me. Every time I fly back to NYC I become that teenager and I remember that first subway ride when I discovered a new world. So I do go home again and again and "Oh, Auntie Em, there's no place like home."

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Connected in Suburbia

I could never understand how people were constantly connected to their phones, tablets and computers. In fact it pissed me off... it still does when I see people with their faces buried in their own little world ignoring others and everything all around them. Well the tables have turned and I'm somewhat guilty now too. Have I become one of those people? Hmmm...

Writing in My Fantasy World

Since moving to Suburbia my main connection to people has been through Social Media. But I think I have a legitimate excuse... I'm isolated, there are no people out here. Okay I'm being dramatic, obviously there are people... but they're all in their cars! Social Media has become my friend, my outlet, my lifeline to the world. I would poo-poo this behavior while living in NYC, but it's another story for me out here. I now have two Blogs with two Twitter accounts and two Facebook pages. I also have a personal Facebook page and a community Facebook page. And as if that's not enough I've started another Facebook page just for "Some Of These Daze" the play we're developing. Phew, it's become a full-time job, but without a paycheck. It's almost like a contagious disease and it's spreading. I still haven't joined Linked In and only sampled Instagram so far, so maybe there's still a cure for me. (I haven't found it on WebMD, but I'll google that later).

Blogging in Suburbia

Have I become one of those people who I always thought didn't know how to interact or couldn't deal with people? Hell no!!! Anyone that knows me, knows that I am a people person. I am always present when I'm with people and don't resort to my iPhone or iPad... unless they start on a way too familiar rant about some BS I've heard a million times before. And then that all too familiar sound of the "ding" happens and I'm saved by the bell! 
                                                         

Developing Script with My Pals

I love Social Media and I love people. But if the only way I can connect with people while living in Suburbia is through Social Media, well so be it. And I'm very grateful for all of you "out there in the dark". Now if only I can find a way to turn all of these connections into a paycheck or at least get me back to NYC, then maybe I'll be truly be "connected" with people!

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