As the little girl in Poltergeist says, “I’m back.” My dog, Lucy, recently passed away and my fear in blogging again has been that all of my posts would be about her. She was a loving, smart, one-of-a-kind dog and she will be missed. Enough said.
Two interesting stories of note: poet Mark Doty was strolling with his partner in San Francisco this weekend, and was told to “Get lost, faggot,” by homophobic passersby and restaurant owners in North Beach. A disturbing account, not only because it happened to such an articulate, beloved writer, but because it happened in this day and age. Think we’re in a post-homophobic era? Read Doty’s account or Houston’s reaction to GLBT mingling or to China’s censoring of the Oscars or this hate crime involving a 62 year-old man in Vancouver.
To combat these depressing state of affairs (not to mention our downward-spiraling economy), here’s an article I read this morning about a subway hero who lifted a man from the tracks, saved him from an oncoming train, and then quietly left the scene before the media and authorities could congratulate him.