Got an Ad For Non-smokers in Lazybear Brochure

I’m very proud that I was instrumental in getting this free full-page ad for LGBTQMinusTobacco.org in the Lazybear Brochure this year! Thank you to the Lazybear Fund for showing there are those of us who care about this important aspect of gay men’s health in addition to all of the good fundraising it has done for AIDS/HIV research, their commitment to sober spaces at these events and also a mention of how important it is to respect everyone’s right to clean air from vapes and cigarettes when at events like this. Looking at Sonoma County’s unincorporated area smoking ordinances, there is definitely not enough adherence to the rights delineated for non-smokers in bar patios or resorts. There should be more responsibility taken by the business owners to ensure fresh air for all patrons.

Below is the ad I am holding above, which I’m so proud to have been involved with getting published in the Lazy Bear Week brochure. It’s a real quote from a real San Francisco bartender. Obviously, we opted to pick the most bear-ish ad for our audience out of many that LGBTQMinusTobacco.org has. For decades all aspects of the queer community have been specifically targeted by the insidious marketing tactics of Big Tobacco, so exposing this by fighting back with the diversity of the community that falls under the alphabet is helpful. Indeed, I was lucky and glad we had this on hand for the brochure when we had a tight deadline to reach to make the press. The gracious offer to include this gratis by the Lazy Bear Fund (a non-profit that has raised tens of millions of dollars over the decades for gay men’s health issues like HIV/AIDS) was in response to my email letter inquiry into the smoking culture that has unfortunately been integral even in crowded spaces at the event I’ve attended now for 17 years. To my pleasant surprise, they responded beautifully with this magnanimous offer. The brochure goes out to thousands of men who attend Lazy Bear Week, many of whom live or at least visit the San Francisco Bay Area regularly.

Dore Alley-Up Your Alley Event

We planned to meet our friends on the ferry but with the baseball game we were not able to board the same ferry by about six people. We therefore decided to just drive, which turned out to not be too troublesome. Parking was even free and easy (especially because of it’s on a Sunday).

Some creatures take the Welcome sign literally

So I’m hanging a piece of recycled art on our front patio, and I turn around and look at this welcome sign that has hung there for a few years, which was a gift from our former roommate in Hayward. I called Shando because I did not know where he got the bird figurine which was sitting there staring at me in the welcome sign. Well, there’s a good reason for that….BECAUSE IT’S NOT A figurine. It’s a real dove nesting on her eggs! I’ve seen these doves flit around our front patio in the past few weeks, but always thought they were building a nest on the roof at a “safe” distance from our front door slamming. Now I see they have been inches away from us. Even the hammering I just did today had not caused her to flinch. I love that they feel safe there and hope they come back every year now.

Front Porch Dove Chick has Arrived

Some may remember the story of how I found the morning dove on our front porch. Well, now the couple’s chick has arrived! I only see one so far. If you look carefully at this video below, you’ll see its heart beating and it moves its wing just a tad. Mother actually blinks too, which is rare.

Morbid Anniversary

Today makes seven years since I lost my mom to fucking cancer (ovarian). She was only 73, so she would have been 80 this December. 🙁 I was named after my mother, Giuseppina, and she was named after my Nonno, Giuseppe. I was a huge momma’s boy. We spoke all day in chat when I was at work for YEARS, not to mention at least a few calls a day even when she was visiting Italy or I was living on the East Coast.

The guy with the beer in the picture below is my dad, of course. We lost him way too early from his smoking. He was only 50, so my mom was widowed at age 47. Both my parents died before one of their own parents, so I had the most unfortunate duty of consoling my Nonna (in my mom’s case) and my grandfather (in my dad’s case) over the loss of their offspring. Continents and decades apart, I heard them both scream about how it should have been them instead.