Ok… I’m reneging on my plan to post videos of the crackity crack hotel I moved into today because the people who run the place are so sweet and clearly work hard and care about the folks who live there. I will tell you that it is very much like the halfway house I lived on for four months when I got out of prison two years ago. Except maybe worse. The difference is that now I’m there by choice and my life is so very different today than it was when I got out. Two years ago, I had one friend in New York, one friend upstate, and Scott in Seattle. And I wasn’t speaking to Scott. Or Scott wasn’t speaking to me. Who remembers.
Anyway, the point is now I’m surrounded by people who care about me, I’m doing the work I’ve always wanted to do and, at the risk of sound all treaclely, my life has never been better.
This weekend I’ll be painting and Monday I’ll be having my tooth removed. I promise to get a post extraction xray so I can post a before and after.
A word about Ed Koch. While I was the staff photographer for the New York Native, Ed invited Barry Atkins and me to City Hall for his annual private lunch for the paper. Barry asked impertinent questions about why he, Ed, wouldn’t come out. I was astonished by the masterful way he avoided the question while saying – without saying – that he wouldn’t be able to accomplish anything if he were to come out. He then spent the rest of the lunch hitting on me to the delight of his aides and a very pissed off Barry Atkins.
A lot of people in the gay community have never liked Ed but, frankly, I’m going to go on record as saying that those people have never considered the political realities of New York in the 80s. Ed was the Mayor of all of New York – not just the gay community – and I believe he did as much as he felt he could politically achieve. I mean, seriously, can you imagine Larry Kramer, certainly his loudest critic, running – much less winning – the Mayoralty? I think he did a pretty fucking good job. So rest in peace, Your Honor.