Showing posts with label San Francisco. Show all posts
Showing posts with label San Francisco. Show all posts

Friday, May 13, 2011

Born On This Day- May 13th- Post Apocalyptic Bohemian Favorite- Armistead Maupin

Armistead Maupin: “We’ve always pined for the old days, & people now do it about the 1960s & 1970s. I don’t do it. I really don’t.”




Maybe he doesn’t, but I do. His Tales of the City books are the very essence of my halcyon days of gay liberation & years before the advent of AIDS.


A summer day in 2007, I was lying naked at Collins beach on Sauvie Island, just outside of Portland. Because I am, or rather was a redhead, I need to be in part shade or dappled sunlight. I was surrounded by dozens of hot gay men, at their little setups on the beach, alone & in groups. I didn’t want to be doing it. I was embarrassed. I wanted to appear hot, yet cool. But, I had burst into tears & was whimpering like a little girl while reading Armistead Maupin’s new installment of the Tales Of The City series- Michael Tolliver Lives. I was shedding tears for the reunion with some of my favorite characters in literature, but also for my own loss of innocence & the glance at my own mortality. But mostly, I was crying for the beauty of the writing, & the pleasure of having the main character- Michael Tolliver still be alive after a presumed early death from HIV.


I read the original Tales Of The City in the serial installments from the San Francisco Chronicle, alerted to them from friends in the city. I savored each one. Maupin revived the Dickensian serial novel, which makes you laugh, makes you cry, & makes you wait for the next episode. I had a real romance with San Francisco in the 1970s, & spent as much time there as I could muster. I was living in L.A., & PSA Airlines (now long gone) had a “Midnight Flyer”, a no reservations, stand in line, $20 flight from LAX to SFO. I would take advantage of the deal. The Midnight Flyer was my introduction to the Mile High Club. Only in the 1970s, could a young man travel to the City By The Bay to get laid, & then have it happen on the flight there. I didn’t even need to touch ground!


As each new book in the series would be released, I would get myself to the Different Drummer Bookstore (in the 1970s & 1980s there were actual Gay Bookstores) on Capitol Hill-Seattle & I would purchase the latest installment of Tales Of The City. I wouldn’t read it though. I would go back to book #1 & start at the very beginning. It was 18 years between Sure Of You & Michael Tolliver Lives. It was great, if slightly emotional, to be back with my friends from Barbary Lane.


Armistead Maupin is a Southern Gentleman born to a conservative, Christian family in Washington, D.C., & raised in North Carolina.He attended the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Maupin worked at WRAL-TV in Raleigh, a station then managed by future U.S. Senator Jesse Helms. Helms nominated Maupin for a patriotic award, which he won. Maupin says he was a typical conservative & even a segregationist at this time & he admired Helms, a family friend. He later condemned Helms at a gay pride parade on the steps of the North Carolina State Capitol. Maupin is a veteran of the United States Navy; he served several tours of duty including one in Vietnam during the Vietnam War. Maupin claims he was gay since childhood but didn't have sex until he was 26 & only decided to come out in 1974.


Maupin's former partner of 12 years, Terry Anderson, was journalist & gay rights activist. Ian McKellen is a friend & former lover, & Christopher Isherwood was a mentor, friend, & influence as a writer. He was once a fuck buddy of Rock Hudson: 'I'm the age now that Rock was when he picked me up, so I can understand how he felt ,how his fame limited his freedom. You get kinder as you go along.”


I was born across the bay in Oakland, & I have spent a lot of time in San Francisco, including the entire summer of 1972. When I mention this to gay men of a certain age & a dreamy faraway look will come over their faces & they will tell about how much Maupin’s Tales meant to them. I once knew someone that had asked to be buried with his copies of his books.


Maupin has an uncanny ability to gently point out how alike we all are, gay or straight, liberal or conservative: we all need love, we all ask for a little kindness, & we're all in it for the long haul. Last year I savored Mary Ann in Autumn, the latest in the series. It had me so engaged, I had to force myself to read just a short chapter a day, just to draw out the experience of being back with my beloved characters once more. Maupin continues to take me by surprise, amuse, & touch me. This novel made smile, laugh out loud, & gave me a crazy cathartic cry at the end.

Maupin is married to Christopher Turner, a website producer & photographer whom he saw on a dating website & then "chased him down Castro Street, saying, 'Didn’t I see you on Daddyhunt.com?'"  The Maupin/Turners were married in Vancouver, BC in 2007, though Maupin says that they had called each other "husband" for years prior. They live in San Francisco with their labradoodle.


The American Conservatory Theater is San Francisco will be offering a stage musical of the first Tales featuring a book by Oregon’s own Tony Award winner Jeff Whitty (Avenue Q) with songs by Jake Shears & John Garden of Scissor Sisters. It will open on June 1. I would like to be there.





Thursday, January 20, 2011

Reflections On A Winter Afternoon

Well, it has been quite a week at Post Apocalyptic Bohemia. We both ended up on drugs. Then I took one deep down my throat & the Husband had his up the heiney. It is true. On Monday, I had an Upper GI Endoscopy & this morning the Husband had a Colonoscopy. We are Portland's fun couple.

The Husband didn't seem to enjoy his. I met him in the recovery room, & he didn't look happy. The place was seemingly a colonoscopy factory, with lines of cubicles. As if in a David Cronenberg film, the doctors worked their way down the line, sending cameras into the bowels of drugged patients, one after another.

What did the surgeon remove from my gallbladder?

When I returned home from fetching the Husband after his "procedure", he complained about his pain, but promptly fell asleep. I did something I have not done in a very long time: I did not turn on the TV, the stereo, or the computer. I actually sat down, listened to the silence, & after breathing deep, enjoying a sip of mint tea from my heavy Morrocan tea glass, I wrote in my journal, & I was in the moment.

With the Husband out of commission & the canines having naps, I decided to finish the last 1/3 of my current favorite book in a single sitting. I have posted several times about Armistead Maupin, the author of the Tales of The City series. I have been a fan from the time the very first tale was serialized in the San Francisco Chronicle in the late 1970s.

I loved when Tales Of The City was first published in book form & I bought each subsequent book as soon as each was published. They never disappointed. Maybe because I am of a certain age & lived through the era that Maupin chronicles, or that I lived in the city for a summer & or have visited 30 times, but I am still having a love affair with San Francisco after 40 years. Maupin has an uncanny ability to gently point out how alike we all are, gay or straight, liberal or conservative: we all need love, we all ask for a little kindness, & we're all in it for the long haul. Mary Ann in Autumn had me so engaged, I had to force myself to read just a short chapter a day, just to draw out the experience of being back with  my beloved characters once more. Maupin continues to take me by surprise, amuse, & touch me. This novel made smile, laugh out loud, & gave me a crazy cathartic cry at the end.



Maupin’s Michael Tolliver Lives read like a benediction, I wasn’t able to get through a chapter without weeping. This newest volume has the flavor of the original Chronicle serial, with local references & landmarks, & with odd, outrageous plot twists. What a lovely way to start the New Year, a delight, a decided delight on a drab, dreary day.