Electricians have infested my house as the wiring is finally being upgraded from mortar and pestle (or some such configuration) to what I presume will be state of the art. This mean, amongst other things, no power for several hours a day, until the work is complete. The plan is to have it done within two weeks, so there’ll be no interruption for NaNo in November.
The other thing about the re-wiring is moving stuff, lots and lots of dusty of stuff – bookcases overloaded with books that have to moved to make baseboard access possible. Forcing a long needed purge of books to the Trinity College book sale (I hope) and probably some long neglected dust bunnies to be sent packing as well. Perhaps that missing sock will surface.
But now to the topic at hand. NaNo preparations: my plot came to me a few years ago after a visit to my Cape Breton home. I visited several local historical museums. I loved the details about lives that I was mainly unaware of – the large black community for one – not only in Sydney but in the mining towns as well. Miners were imported from the Bahamas etc. I think of this as lost history.
Plus the number of other immigrants who worked those harsh jobs underground, at the steel plant etc. Photos of their fraternal organizations, church picnics, sports teams and schools.
So many fascinating details about families, wives, husbands, relatives, music and daily lives. All so heteronormative I wondered if there were gays in those days. Gay history isn’t lost but hidden, unrecognized or unacknowledged. I realize there really wasn’t a language at some levels of society for otherness. That lead me to thinking of what life might be like for men with such feelings yet with no way to describe them even as they acted on them.
My research into sexual mores of the time lead me to conclude that often leisure time, education and money play a big part in awareness and judgment. People who work 12-14 hour grueling shifts don’t have the energy to care who sleeps with who.
here’s a piece from 2007:
I know you’re sore
after that gal you’d been hitting on
walked out on you
after three drinks
I heard you moan to your pals
how the last two chicks you dated
dumped you via text message
one of them still won’t return your calls
that they turn into such selfish bitches
when they know they can get
what they want from you
but just because I’m a clean old queer
doesn’t mean I have any interest
in your macho macho meat
the fact that you’re straight
ain’t my aphrodisiac
I agree it’s too bad
every woman you’ve known
thinks you are some sort of egotistic jerk
who only thinks of himself
when all you want to do is please them in bed
then roll over to fall asleep
I suppose it’s unreasonable
that you show up on time every time
you say you’re going to pick them up after work
yeah I guess those bitches are just lazy
unfair and expect way too much
when all all you want to do
spend a few hours watching TV all weekend
I can see how that is pretty mean
but the fact that you’re straight
just ain’t my aphrodisiac
you may think I’m one of those
predatory homos you are sure
are always lurking around
that I’m hungry for any straight guy
to come along and fall
into my eager mouth
you are living in a dream world
the fact that I checked out your jeans
was because I was wondering where you got them
so why don’t you go back to your buds
because you aren’t getting anything here
‘cause if them nasty hos
you always end up with
aren’t interested I’m certainly not
the fact that you’re straight
just ain’t my aphrodisiac, mac
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Loving the idea for your NaNo project.