Don’t worry, this website won’t try to sell you anything. As a matter of fact, its main purpose is to give away my handiwork, be that my writings or artwork. That’s right, my gift to the world. You’re most welcome.
This site will be my digital avatar, a virtual wonder that might even survive my physical being. Since I believe we live on in the memories of the living, this avatar might even achieve an ethereal immortality. That would be cool.
I also believe that one is as one does, both in how we cope with our lives and in what we create. I am what I do. So this website also tells almost all about who I am and what I’ve done in my long life as a gay man, for what that’s worth in the big picture of gay history.
I’m a layered identity constructed of everyone I’ve been in the past. In my seven decades I’ve evolved through that many distinct personas, each in quite different realities:
- Cute, clueless kid in the backwoods of Arkansas (18 years)
- Sexy young faerie in New Orleans’ unreal French Quarter (5)
- Reluctant father and scholar in northern universities (5)
- Hippie poet, footloose and feckless (2)
- Courtesan in a grand Victorian house in Washington DC (8)
- Mature gay gentleman working in various glamorous cities (16)
- Grandfatherly gay character, the Used Plant Man of Santa Fe (16).
In the summer of 2012 many things changed in that seventh reality, liberating my eighth persona, the Imagineer (a writer and artist). It’s something I’ve covertly been for many years, concocting ingenious solutions, plans, theories, designs, and explanations like reflex actions. This site offers you a grab-bag of ingenious imagineering inspirations that await only synergy with others to manifest, including plots for fiction/screen, intriguing and educational games, historical and scientific theories, and a kitchen sink or two.
My sporadic blog will be about this new eighth persona, and will run on about the topics, anecdotes, rants, and miscellany that clutter up the mind of a gay elder. In other words, it will be a bunch of egregious essays.
With my good genes, a ninth persona may lurk in my future, possibly even a tenth as I’ve never been a cat-person. Especially if this eighth incarnation is all there is though, I plan to spend it writing about my life, hauling those beloved personas I used to be up out of the immanent past and thrusting us verbally into the imminent future.
Your comments on any of these pages, images, or whatever are warmly invited.