National Coming Out Day: The Stardust

Gay men are telling their stories for National Coming Out Day.

This is mine

Some context

I was born in South Carolina.

My family lived in a housing project in downtown Charleston.

My Mother was a night shift waitress at a local greasy
spoon: The Coffee Cup.

Unknown to me, she was a ‘Mother’ figure to some of the
younger gay boys who hung out at the gay bar.

In 1967, when I came out at the age of 16, my Mother took me
dancing at the Stardust Lounge, Charleston’s only gay bar.

In writing The Stardust, I’ve used the accent I had at the time.

Geechee, an African-American dialect spoken on John’s Island,
South Carolina influenced my accent.

I wrote ‘The Stardust’ in 1984 as theatrical piece and used poetic
form to shape the lines.

My goal was for the piece to work as performance on the page.

The Stardust is an excerpt from a monologue named,’ Bobby’.

Portrait of an avatar posed to illustrate a dissociative alternate named Bobby

‘The Stardust’

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There was only one queer bar in Charleston.

It was off on a musty alley behind the Old Slave Market.

You had to kiss the doorman the first time you went in to prove you
was queer.

There was this narrow strip of stage of stage behind the bar where the boys would dance when the drag queens wasn’t doing a show.

The first time I went to the Stardust Momma brought me so I didn’t have
to kiss no one.

Momma lent me some creamy Peach Cover Girl and a hot pink blouse.

I sipped my Pepsi and watched the queers gawk.

Aretha Franklin was on the jukebox wailing Respect and I
said: “Hey Momma. Let’s dance!”

Well she hauled me up on that stage and we did the dirty dawg.

There was this one dyke named Roxie.

She sometimes worked the door.

She was so butch she could give the kiss test.

When I went to the bar alone she’d let me in; if the cops came I’d have
to hide in the lady’s room or get “discovered” and get throwed
out.

Sometimes the cops came and didn’t do a bar check.

Sometimes the cops came and took money and left;

Sometimes the cops came to watch the ‘dirty little faggots’ play: three
straight white dudes with mean little smiles on their faces.

One night I was cruising the Battery when this cop stopped me and
ordered me into his car.

“Whatcha doin’ out all gussied up?” he asked, “solicitin’?”

“What does that word mean, solicitin’’?” I said. I had just finished
reading
The Little Prince.

“Sellin’ yer ass to the fags!” he replied.

“Oh that ain’t what I’m doin’” I said. “I gotta little Sister at home and Momma
says I gotta set a good example by screwin’ every girl I see!”

Well, he drove me around, tryina get me to say I pushed drugs.

“I bet you’re gonna turn that little Sister of yours into an addict!”

“Oh I wouldn’t do that at all sir! I warn her every day against such wickedness!

God strike me dead if I don’t!”

I guess we wore each other out.

The cop took me home to the projects. “Keep up the good work with yo’ Sistuh!” he sneered.

Illustration for Bobby and Miss Queen of Hearts
Bobby and The Queen of Hearts

At the Stardust a drunk ex‑priest named Mother Rachel did the weddings.

 One guy dressed like the bride and the other wore a tuxedo.

 At the Stardust the Queen of Hearts drag show was the major event.

The drag queens wrecked every dress shop on King Street.

On the big night the butch dykes wore three-piece suits and their women wore gowns.

Mother Rachel was emcee and he’d open every show with a report on how safe the Greyhound Bus Station was to cruise.

“The place is jus’ hoppin’ with Vice!  He said, “So ya’all be careful. OK?”

There was one drag queen named Miss Tillie who always did My Life.

At the end of the song where Shirley Bassey screams,’ This is myyyy liiiiife,’ Miss Tillie ripped off his wig and thew it at the crowd.

Then at the close of the show, everyone in the Stardust joined hands and sang There’s a Place for Us.

Street graffiti that reads 'There should be a Place for us
Street Art by Eclair Bandersnatch

The Stardust and all other artwork (c) Rob Goldstein 2017 – 2018 All Rights Reserved
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Under the Sea: A Virtual Art Show and Blog Party

A Virtual Reality Image of an avata in shadow named 'de Milo'
de Milo

In June, Teagan Geneviene invited me to do a virtual art show on her blog.

This was after I told her I’d met an art dealer who advised me to organize
an online portfolio.

I’m clueless about such things.

Teagan and I figured a virtual art show would give me a way to practice building a portfolio.

When she mentioned having the art show on an imaginary submarine I staged a shot in VR to use as an invite and wound up making a storyboard of Cornelis Drebbel’s undersea search for the lost paintings of Rob Goldstein.

A Virtual Reality capture of an avatar dressed in the character of Cornelis Drebbel poseing with a dgital painting named Lavender
Cornelis Drebbel poses with ‘Lavender’

I turned the storyboard into a video based on silent era news shorts.

A digital Painting in lavender based on a photograph of leaves on a tree
Lavender

The Drebbel video is a bit OTT, you’ll see what I mean when you watch it.

I’m honored Teagan chose to highlight my work on Teagn’s Books and
delighted that she let me play with Cornelis Drebbel.

A Virtual Reality image depicting an avatar as Cornelis Drebbel posing with a photograph called '9th and Harrison'
Well done, Cornelis Drebbel!

I hope I did him justice.

The party at Teagan’s Books and it’s ongoing.

Bring a link to the party and feel free to leave a comment!

Under the Sea, a Virtual Art Gallery Showcasing the work of Rob Goldstein

A virtual reality image depicting a mermaid and Cornelis Drebbel posing underwater with an abstract digital painting by Rob Goldstein
Cornelis, the Mermaid and A Surrealistic Pillow

Cornelis Drebbel based on a character by Teagan Riordain Geneviene
Excerpt of Theme from Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (1961) by Paul Sawtell
Illustrations, Video and Digital Paintings (c) Rob Goldstein 2018

 

Jazz Age Wednesdays ― Hullaba Lulu the End Begins

Please tune in to this week’s episode of Hullaba Lulu, now in progress on Teagan’s Books.

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Wednesday, August 15, 2018 

Bot n Tesla Starts His Car 1Angel-bot with Tesla in his electric car.  Art by Rob Goldstein

Hi there, Shieks and Shebas!  You’ve come to the train station for Jazz Age Wednesdays.  This is where I share stories set in the Roaring Twenties.

The fabulous images for this #DieselPunk story are created by artist, Rob Goldstein.  He also makes pos-i-lutely swell videos that are parallel to the story. Plus, Rob sent random “things” that I used as prompts as I envisioned and authored Hullaba Lulu.

If you need reminders of past chapters, I did a Real World Tech Review post that has links through episode 11.1. 

Tesla Coil, Public Domain Image at Wiki Media Commons

That said, I’m nearing the end of this adventure for Lulu and the crew.  So I’m posting a longer chapter today.  I’m still pantsering, writing in an unplanned spontaneous way, so I’m not sure whether the…

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The Atonement Glowing Pigs and Artie the Genius Chimp

The title alone is worth a reblog. Something whimsical from Teagan’s Books.

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Saturday, August 4, 2018

What a relief to be in my sanctuary.  Sit down and relax relax with me.  

Photo by Unsplash (I don’t have a room like this, so let’s pretend.)

Last time, I voiced my dislike of acronyms.  It inspired our marvelous Story Reading Ape to be a bit of a prankster.  He spontaneously created a slue of acronyms as he wrote a story (yes, he became the Story Telling Ape), which continued the adventures of Atonement, Tennessee’s otherworldly pigs. 

Please welcome back, Artie the Genius Chimp and creation of the Story Reading Ape.  I proudly present to you, an original story by Chris Graham.

You can read Deme, Honeybell, and the Batmobile here.  Without further monkeying around, here’s another snort story.

Artie Meets the Glowing Pigs

Artie sketch thinking color steampunkArtie, courtesy of Chris Graham

Artie the inventor and TSA-RT (Time/Space/Alternative-Realities Traveller) Chimp was in a right fix…

LYEDS (Light Years…

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