"Beneath Lavender Skies"

"Ken" as he is today." Noted scholar researcher author artist/poet actor model, and former City Council-Person of the City of San Francisco. He's also a Gay Activist. Was one of the founding members of the California "Gay Activists Alliance".

"Ken" along with his lifelong friend, and former wife "Barbie" are about to embark on an international book tour.

His latest is called "Beneath Lavender Skies". It's his long awaited Autobiographical work of his time in the Mattel Toy Company. His meeting Barbie the forced marriage. The deep closet years Aids police, and FBI blackmail.

Most of all President Obama's work to help him clear not only his, but the names of countless dolls, and fictional characters with both government, and local police files being held over them.

Above is a portrait of Ken taken for this interview, and the infamous 1978 mug shot of Barbie.

This was taken when she was arrested trying to intervene for Ken when he was being beaten by "Toon Police" on the front steps of his own home. They punched her out, arrested her as a prostitute, and made sure all the tabloids got the mug shot.

Ugly days indeed.

This incident too is covered in detail in the book, "Beneath Lavender Skies". The Captain in charge, now retired, is interviewed. For the first time he officially reveals where the orders for the "Ken" hit came from,...a Shocker!

"Beneath Lavender Skies", Oxford University Press. To be released March 15th of this year.

Stay Tuned.

"Tis' Faeire Time"

"Nippon Barbie"

In my new life of boredom known to most as retirement I experimented in dress making. Well dress swapping. As is well known all Queers play with dolls.

I'm no exception.

Anyway I took the dress off a an old damaged Japanese doll, and cut it down to fit the petite Barbie figure.

It came out mostly okay. Being a former Sissy Mama's lad I can sew, and have basic fashion sense. Praise be to the G-ddess! These skills stood me well in this project.

I plan to make new doll dresses from scratch eventually. Should be fun.


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"Sissy Boys Nouveau"

For a century or more the absolute 'worse' thing a boy could call another boy was "Sissy". I was called that I imagine more than a few of you were too. The word was meant to obliterate your personhood. It made you lower than the lowest.

'...and btw fair game to have the shit routinely kicked out of you.

However, and who'd have thunk it. Sissies are now the flavor of the month. Everybody is jumping up to they're defense. Of course the guys that would love them are still this era's Witches.

This revolution is taking some really unimagined turns.

Back in the early 1970's us revolutionary faggots would have thought all this was nothing less than a Miracle. 

An act of our Holy Mother the G-ddess of all that is ever was or will be. She who painted the Void with Fire, and Dreams, and put smiles on the lips of the yet born.

Sorry I get carried away.

Though yes I was luke warm on straight-gays getting the right to be divorced. I'm all for Sissy boys getting the Gold...at fucking last. By accident or as I say by a Divine act in the middle of the "Shit-House Wars". Our dear Sissies finally get some slack.

For me all this comes half a century too late. Though you recall the stories I posted about how my grandma used to dress me up. I used to perform that story on the air, and on stage. "I was a Transvestite for Grandma".

Folks loved it!

Anyway  for survival's sake I deliberately put all my Sissy dreams to rest, and became just a regular Queer.  However if I were 14 or so again, and still had my girlish figure. I'd dress up like crazy, and skip down Times Square with my assorted boy, and man friends.


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"Uncle Sidney vs the Boy Scouts"

( Below is an excerpt from a much longer story of my younger adventures.)

Let me tell you of my innocent boyish scouting visions,...

I saw me, and my new scout pal's out in the wilds of New Jersey,..tracking down mountain lions, digging up "Spanish Gold!", building tree house's, and sighting UFO's.

We'd also be hot on the trail of "Atomic Spies", rescuing cats, exploring mysterious caves, and making friends with da Indians.

We'd be tying all sorts of knots, and painting ourselves up like "Sioux Warriors". We would eat wild berries, shit in the woods, wipe our butts with leaves. The lot of us would go running on all fours, and howl at the moon like wolves!

To relax we'd go skinny dipping, have kissing contests, circle jerks, blow things up, and build model airplanes!

At night under the stars we'd sing do-wop songs, cook foot long kosher hot dogs over a roaring camp fire, and tell scary stories about deranged communist robots from Venus invading Nebraska.

At bed time we'd set up surplus air force parachutes, and use them as our communal tents. We'd all recite our prayers, kiss each other good night, cuddle up like puppies, and slip into the gentle arms of Elysium. Perhaps some few might stay awake to chase fireflies or sing songs to each other.















Oh, such a sweet, and innocent vision.

Unfortunately 'none' of this swell shit went down. What did happen was...

My Mom: "What did you say?!"

Scoutmaster: "Eh,..I'm sorry Mrs. Smith, but it's just policy". "There's nothing I can do about it"

"This troop doesn't admit Coloreds".

My Mom: "But my son goes to this school which is integrated". "Your troop is part of this school"

Scoutmaster: "Technically yes, but the board has the final say in these matters".
"As I said I'm sorry we can't admit your son into our program."

My Mom was gonna slug this jerk, but didn't. He seemed, (at least to her,..so she said). This American apartheid apparatchik seemed ashamed of having to do this foul shit.

I'd have slugged him anyway, and maybe burned the school down too. Anyhow the "I'm just following orders" drone went on to tell my Mom of another troop that was willing to take a 'few' negro boys.










...Swell.


That bunch was a long bus ride away from where we lived so "thanks", but "no thanks!" Adolf. So with my scouting life receding in the rear view mirror I made do.

From then on I was looked after by the crazy old ladies at the Brooklyn Community Center. They were a bunch of very nice old Jewish ladies, and they taught me all sorts of stuff.

Mrs. Gold who's husband had fought in Spain against the Fascists showed me how to make cupcakes. She also taught me that white people weren't all full of shit.

Thank you Mrs. Gold.

If it wasn't for you I'd probably be a *fearful closet case in the Nation of Islam or one of them other race nut groups.

*(..it's rumored the "Nation" kills any gays they find in their ranks.)

Getting back to what my Mom went though. I have to say I didn't know about any of this. Instead my Mommy told me this whole concocted story about their being no room in local scout troop that season.

'Made sense too. You have to remember it was the early 60's. The height of the "Baby Boom" era.

There were zillions of us kids all over the place. Hell, we was "climbing in through da gawd damned windows!",..to quote Holden Caufield.

So yeah I bought it.

Next year I asked again, same story. The year after that I didn't ask. I had other problems. 'Like
slamming face first into my "wonderful" teen years.


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''Love Denied''

The above is a still from the late 1970's Lasse Nielsen film ''You are not alone". Goggle it the film  may still be on YouTube. It's the story of two boys in love...as simple as that.

As I wrote elsewhere "This is the boyhood I was denied." The adventure the affection the lust the love that every straight boy around me was experiencing.  Was denied me.

Was denied Millions of Queer boys.

This was a desperate dream for me, and countless others. You know why. We all know why. No point in opening bitter wounds, and going there.

Of all the things that were inflicted on me as a Queer. This may hurt the most.

The absolute complete forbiddance of my/our natural primal urges at the most vulnerable stage of our lives. The system the individuals that did this obliviously or with malice still don't give a fuck.

I'm angry about that. ...more than angry.

I'm blind with rage, and thirst for vengeance for this primal crime against our souls.

I wish I could say I forgive them,...but I don't. I just don't know how, and have no interest in their forgiveness.

At least for now.

Stay Tuned.

"On the Mass Murder of Queers"

One Hundred Queers Shot, and half of them killed outright. Others "fight for life" as they say on TV.  All this a short ride from Disneyworld where a 'crock' just snatched, and devoured a little boy.  Shades of Peter Pan, and Hook having his final revenge.

One is reminded how at the beginning of the WW2 Holocaust the Nazis didn't care if you were an assimilated secular Jew Reform Orthodox or radical Zionists.

You were 'all' slated for the Oven.

So too they won't care if you're a Straight upstanding stroller pushing Republican crypto-racialist homosexual a screaming Queen a buff strong man or even 'horror' a depraved Boy Lover.

They will kill you.

The little mean spirited intermural differences between us set up for political expediency will not matter one wit.  You are dead. You me all of us are dead men walking as much as any Jew in pre-war Germany.

Hate to use that easy Nazi analogy, but it just fits so well...doesn't it.

I could go on with history personal rants, an assorted noise. However the above is enough. This is who we are, and this is what is going on.

Stay Tuned.