Category Archives: Gay

Zaleski Wilson

This site is password-protected until such time as Michael and Chris say they want some or all of the content allowed for public consumption.

Celebrated the union of Michael and Chris (with their dog Brillo) in Dublin, California.  They are a very handsome and special couple, and we met a lot of wonderful people at their reception (they actually got married last December 24).  The day of their reception was also very special to me because it would have been my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary!


Orlando Shooter

No need spreading his name further, or allowing him to drag any religion or sect through the mud, but this closet freak was called out by me the moment I heard the news of his choice of venue. I do NOT accept the media’s interpretation of his going to Disney specifically during GAY days, and going to the club at least a dozen times before to be “surveillance” visits (emphasis mine).  He was looking for gay men to have sex with, to get drunk out of his mind against his father’s wishes because he didn’t have the social skills to find a boyfriend.  Just as he had been doing for YEARS (even before his first marriage to a woman) on those gay hookup sites/apps, he also was not doing “surveillance” or “investigation” for his suicide by cop.

Unfortunately his extreme familiarity with the club was probably why he was able to hold up in the bathroom with hostages and be so sadly efficient in killing more people than any other lone gunman in American history. What a legacy. What a way to prove to his homophobic, intolerant father what a gay-basher he was, instead of the deeply disturbed self-hating faggot he didn’t have the balls to be. His father is literally bragging about how his son couldn’t possibly have been gay because of where he chose to do this, so another loser drank the kool-aid.

Speaking of falling in line before thinking, these NRA cronies are still using their uneducated masses about the law and the 2nd Amendment without any interpretation by SCOTUS over centuries. Even the suggestion of controlling large magazine ammunition puts their panties in a twist.  Lying with statistics and worrying about their next armament purchase so they can fight against the US Military (the largest in the world, which no one can explain how these militias would have a chance against), just makes me laugh. Yet those born with the most privilege in the country (whites) are 100% of these die-hard self-deputized militias.  How’s that working out for them?

During his rampage he called 911.  He was so inarticulate about “them bombing his country,” he didn’t even know how to distinguish between the Sunni and Shiite extremist groups that he purportedly allied himself with. It still didn’t take last-gasp ISIL any time to take credit for his actions, even if it was embarrassing for them to have to admit that one of their so-called heroes lowered himself to going into a gay venue.  Lest we forget he was born in New York, lived in Florida, and probably never even went to Afghanistan, where his parents are from.

Never before was a ISIL attack so specific as to target a gay establishment. Why? Because gay sex is alive and well (and plentiful) in oppressive societies where women aren’t even allowed to walk down the streets by themselves. Remember Yassir Arafat and his beard of a wife in France who he never lived with and only married when he was near death to cover up the speculation about his sexuality and AIDS diagnosis? This is just one tiny example.  The muslim/arab world is not unique in its quashing of love between people of the same gender, but so help me if someone from ANY country contacts me without a face picture. I have been fighting for gay rights with pro bono work, including as a volunteer board member of an international gay parenting organization, for years.  That doesn’t make me a hero, but that should prove that I chose to take a different direction when I came to the realization as a man with a child and going through a divorce that I was going to have to grow up and deal with this.

We kiss in solidarity with the injured and fallen in Orlando. Here’s to not being closeted, bigoted and hateful like the monster who perpetrated this act out of his own insecurity.  His father contended that the shooter seeing men kissing one time in Miami caused this. Sounds like this failure of a parent has a lot to learn about his scummy offspring.

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Decade-old Surprises

Ten years ago Mosaab had chatted me up online, but it was brief passages over the course of a few days, and I had very little information about him at the time, so we didn’t even stay in touch, particularly as I wasn’t aware of what he looked like, nor did I have have his personal contact information to retain.  By complete coincidence I encountered his profile last June and whimsically decided to drop him a line.  We started communicating regularly and putting the pieces together, but to his credit, his mind is like a steel trap without the benefit of any documentation.  He immediately remembered me and our conversations from almost exactly ten years ago, recognizing my face and name and this web site.  To both of our amazement, I was able to find the chat logs in my archives and his memory was SPOT ON.  It was excruciating, but fun, to read the logs back and discuss our ensuing lives with each other on the webcam.  Not only did we laugh riotously, it almost brought me to tears on how sincere he had been to me and how indifferent I had been to someone who I didn’t think I’d meet in a million years, let alone ten.  He was living in Sydney at the time, and I was living in New York.  Now he’s only a few hundred miles away in Los Angeles (where I was born), so when he was up here in the Bay Area visiting his family last weekend he made sure we had some quality time together, surprising me of his quick stopover only a few hours before he serendipitously arrived.  So we finally got to meet face to face (a longer wait for him inasmuch as he had known of me for far longer).  Strangely enough, we also calculated that we had been in New York City at the same time when he was just a baby and I was a little kid in late 1979.  That was the only time he has ever been to New York (he was born in London).  He didn’t even realize that I had lived there as as a child.  There are more personal details to the stories we’ve shared since we started comparing notes, but suffice to say that it was overwhelmingly sweet how it all happened, and against all odds, particularly because he had no idea I had even moved back to California until we started really communicating again.