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The World According to Me
Saturday, 12 March 2005
All is right with the world... :-)
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: A New Day Has Come - Celine Dion
Apologies for the delay in sending any kind of interesting news, but the truth is that there really hasn't been much happening here in Japan land.

However, we had a bizarre quake moments ago, which felt rather as if the whole earth had been smacked - one big jolt and then the quivers as it calmed down. And clearly it was the slap in the face I needed to let you all know how I am...

GOOD. Very very good.

Apart from continuing to update and expand the repertoire of scandalous stories that I shall only tell in person, I have been attempting to write a little, read a lot, and work on my Japanese. Alas MSN has a lot to answer for, and I have done little of any of the above. I have, however, virtually given myself carpal tunnel chatting online til all hours to all corners of the earth. One evening last week I had conversations going with Los Angeles, New York, Bangkok, Helsinki, Dublin, Yokohama and a room on the other side of my dorm, in English, Japanese and French. Talk about multi-tasking...

I appear to have become counsellor-general for Soshigaya International House. Something between the Hippocratic Oath and the vow of secrecy taken by priests hearing confession forbids me from relaying the kinds of things I've been hearing about here (don't worry, I'll tell all when I get home... haha...) but I've really had enough.

How do I manage to end up with so many complicated, neurotic women in my life? It's like I have a sign on my head that says "Talk to me! I WANT to hear about your problems!!"

Things came to a head last night. I had been planning for weeks to take all my friends to see Intermission, the fun Dublin movie, in Shibuya, as a pre-St-Patrick's-Day-look-how-funny-my-country-is expedition. Everyone cancelled at the last minute, and I was furious. Grrr!! So I met Paco (new best friend here) for coffee and trash-talk instead.

We have decided that my theme song shall henceforth no longer me "You've Got a Friend" *except for the lovely special people i still love and who GIVE and TAKE....* but for everyone else it's now Madonna's Human Nature. "I'm not your bitch, don't hang your shit on ME"...

Blah blah blah.

BIG BIG BIG NEWS

Ninagawa, the reason I'm in Japan, is preparing a new version of Medea. Now everyone knows that his last production is the reason I study Greek, and theatre, and Japan, and everything. So this is all rather exciting. And I'm writing a posh letter to him to get him to get me involved, too... :)

I was up at an unspeakable hour this morning to go buy the tickets. Unlike other frantic ticket-buying experiences in my past (eg Trinity Ball, or indeed the National Theatre in London) this was a joy from beginning to end. It was all beautifully organised, and regulated. We were all given order forms, and posters, and pencils, and as we filled them in they were collected, and so when we arrived at the desk, we were presented with the seats available in our price range, and a variety of options etc. It was fantastic!

AND I have tickets!! In the middle, the second row!!! I may die of excitement before I see the show. But in case I don't, I bought myself an extra one for the very last performance, at the end of May.... :D

I will arrive in Dublin on March 23rd. I want to see everyone, so get in touch!!!

PS Look at this. Is Madonna turning into Bjork, or the other way around?!

Written by Conor at 12:45 PM JST
Updated: Saturday, 12 March 2005 12:46 PM JST
Tuesday, 22 February 2005
Paris when she tries to sizzle...
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Culture Club - "I Just Wanna Be Loved"
Paris Hilton is the most loathsome person I have ever Googled. I only did because I couldn't believe sales figures for her book here in Tokyo, and was even more horrified than I thought I would be.

Of course it is easy for me to despise her, being heiress to some $300 million and famous for being blonde and dumb (and let's not forget - easy) but all the same I fear she represents what's wrong with the world.

Remember when Absolutely Fabulous started, and it was so funny because it was a horror vision of what MIGHT happen? And now it's not funny any more, because it happened after all...

Written by Conor at 9:26 AM JST
Friday, 4 February 2005
I love this...
Mood:  sharp
Now Playing: Car Wash - Xtina and Missy
I love this song so much...

And I love this little pic, too...



Written by Conor at 4:24 AM JST
Let's do the time warp again...
Now Playing: Little Nell - Do the Swim....
I am ashamed to admit it, but I only saw The Rocky Horror Picture Show for the first time last night. I was in pain from laughing so much. It's quite hilarious... Although I have to say that I made a pretty good go of trying to make a costume for the Players Rocky Horror Ball without seeing the film - and I now understand just how good Sylvia Gallagher's costume was!

So how are y'all?? Did ANYONE read the last blog? I realised far too late that I hadn't actually told anyone I'd posted it, so sorry about that.

Life goes on here in Tokyo - it's still amazing and still baffling (and still occasionally a pain in the ass) but all in all I can't complain. Jim, Cortney Caroline and I are going to Atami (about 2hrs from Tokyo) tomorrow to visit an Onsen (hot spring) and have a plum-blossom viewing party. Apparently it's the very beginning of spring, and the orchard we're booked in to visit has thousands upon thousands of trees all in bloom... Pretty!

My adventures in recent weeks included a visit to the big new year Sumo Tournament (it's SO much better on Eurosport, since they edit the extremely drawn-out Shinto ritual out of it) and an afternoon at Cirque du Soleil's Alegria in their big top, constructed in the gardens opposite Yoyogi park and the Meiji shrine we visited on Christmas day. Cirque was absolutely wonderful!

My Japanese languages have ceased for the (inordinately long) spring break, and, you'll be delighted to hear, I am coming home at the end of March!! So book your appointments/coffees/lunches/dinners NOW to avoid disappointment!

Just kidding - am dying to see you all. But get in touch anyway!!

Written by Conor at 1:26 AM JST
Sunday, 23 January 2005
Happy New Year! (Well - I'm early for Chinese NY, at least...)
Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: There'll Be Some Changes Made
Hello hello,

Sorry it's been so insanely long since I blogged, but there it is.

I see my last update was December 16th, the day before my family arrived in Japan for Christmas. They came for a whole three weeks, which ended up being far far longer than I would have imagined. But I think I showed them a good time, and that's the main thing.

Soon after they arrived we went to visit a friend of theirs in Tsuchiura, which you probably won't have heard of, since it is a small town with hardly any redeeming features. None, actually. We faffed around doing precious little there for a few days, and then came back to Tokyo (THANK GOD) and got ready for Christmas.

Amid the barely-happening shopping, we went to see the Kabuki, which was a triumph, all told. We got to see Bando Tamasaburo (the most famous onnagata working today - and the best) and the whole spectacle was just wonderful. Next time round, though, I hope to be a little closer than the VERY back row...

Christmas day itself was kinda surreal - we had been to mass (...) and ended up going to the beautiful Meiji Shrine (to the emperor that ushered Japan into the modern world) in Yoyogi before going to Shibuya for a look around and dinner. I was really nervous about finding somewhere to eat, since I KNEW that the one question that everyone would ask them when they went home was "what did you do on Christmas day?!" and I absolutely refused to allow them to go to McDonalds, considering how bad that would've made me look. Thankfully we found a nice Italian restaurant, and all was ok again.

Admittedly, they ate a lot of McDonalds when they were here, primarily because they often refused to even try Japanese food... :S

On St Stephens Day we headed for Kyoto on the Bullet Train. Kyoto was just marvellous, and I loved it there. We stayed in a traditional Japanese inn one night, complete with very posh Japanese food (bleurgh even for me) and saw as many of the temples, shrines and sights as we could cram in. Definitely somewhere not to be missed!!

New Year's Eve was spent in pachinko (slot) parlour, with the Hawaiian's brother and cousin, since Dad had a bad cold and stayed in bed. At 11.45 we headed for Starbucks, opting to start the year as we mean to go on.... Perhaps the most surreal New Year of my life!!

After their last few days visiting various other parts of Tokyo and the surrounding area, my tour group departed on the 7th, and while I was sad to see them go it was also a relief! But it was a good holiday, all in all.

Immediately after their departure, a variety of very "interesting" things happened, but I'm far too discreet and mysterious to reveal any details herewith. If you wanna know, you're just gonna have to email me - my name at gmail dot com (new fabulous address) to find out more!!

Apart from all the scandalous activity, I also saw a load of cool movies (from A Home at the End of the World to Raise the Red Lantern to In the Mood for Love and Zatoichi, again....) and I have begun, belatedly, watching Desperate Housewives, which is hilarious.

I'm hopefully going to be partially involved in a Noh Opera version of the Scottish play (very exciting, but can't reveal anything about it yet) and yesterday I was completely blown away by the awesome wonderful fabulous "Alegria" by Cirque du Soleil. Talk about full circle - I first heard the cd for this show nearly 10 years ago in a drama class with Marina Donnelly - little did I dream that I'd ever see the show, and certainly not in Tokyo!

Alas, things will be changing here soon - my Japanese classes end temporarily in a week's time (until the beginning of APRIL) and several of my friends will be going home to their respective countries. As a result, we are having lots of "must do this before leaving Japan" experiences - everything from visiting Tokyo's amazing futuristic landscape built on islands and shit to bowling to eating in extremely cool Japanese-style bars... That said, there are a variety of new interesting people who will doubtless feature in future episodes, including a half-Brazilian flamenco dancer obsessed with Riverdance, a Japanese boy called Kenji who worships Mariah and X-tina, a hysterically acerbic French scientist called Franck, his boyfriend Yoshi, and many more besides :-)

But this Chinese New Year brings in the Year of the Rooster - a special year for all of us born in 1981 as it's a new beginning of a new cycle of 12 years, and who knows what they're going to bring. (Blah Blah Blah I sound like a Hallmark card...)

Happy Birthday to Theodora, Hannah, Emily, Roise and Aidan - hope you all got lovely presents!!

Please please email me and tell me your news!!

Written by Conor at 2:33 AM JST
Friday, 17 December 2004
Surprised by Cinnamon
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: Kosheen - Hide U
Well this one`s been a long time coming, and sorry for that, but I suppose it`s a good thing that I`ve been so busy!!

I think it`s a good few weeks since I let you know what I`ve been doing. I finally got my phone line sorted out, and indeed I have had broadband connected to my room, so I am officially techno-fabulous. Hurrah! Now all I need is people to email/chat to me! (Hint hint...)

I`ve been hanging around a lot with Cortney (the Hawaiian with the dirty mouth) and indeed she is responsible for getting me through the various sign-up processes and other frightening events (like buying an electronic dictionary) that should not be attempted alone.

We found a fantastic Chinese restaurant in Shinjuku, where I had the best sweet&sour pork I`ve ever had, complete with sweet potato and lotus root. Afterwards we went for coffee, and were unpleasantly surprised at the amount of cinnamon that was dusted over our cake(s). This was worsened by the cinnamon dusted over our hot chocolate. Although we were horrified by this overkill, it did open our eyes to the unselfconscious abuse made of this spice all over the city. It`s as if Starbucks sent a memo ("Christmas + Winter = CINNAMON") and now the whole place is riddled with it.

Christmas is certainly on its way here. There are different "Christmas Illumination" festivals everywhere, although Jesus has yet to make an appearance anywhere. Were I more naive I might suggest that he`ll only make it into the decorations on December 25th. I doubt it though - I made a joke in class the other day that Christmas celebrated the birth of Santa Claus, and a Chinese girl in my class said "Isn`t it?" I kid you not...

Wednesday was pretty unpleasant for me - well, until 9am anyway. I was nearly run over by a crazy driver (landed on my ass in front of the station) and no sooner had I calmed down and gotten my starbucks, when a bird decided that it had to GO at the exact moment that I and my expensive latte were directly in its line of fire. That bird was SICK. During the day, however, various Greeks reassured me that this is a sign of great luck and that financial renumeration will be here soon. Sure it will - my scholarship is paid on Monday!!

Far funnier was the incident last week on the train. Japanese old ladies are particularly obnoxious when on the move. It`s as if they`ve given up the obsequious good manners that they used to have, and they`ve all read "When I am an old woman I shall wear purple" and they have some kind of entitlement thing going on. I was in the train as usual, when this pushy lady stood directly under my arm. (I was holding the rail.) She had about 14 bags, and wasn`t in control of any of them, and she jostled and jolted like it was going out of fashion. THe most striking thing about her was her hair - striped black and white, kinda like Mary J Blige. I only found out that it wasn`t real as I was leaving the train. I accidentally (and gently) hit her head as I moved away, slightly dislodging her wig... I didn`t have the heart (or the guts) to say anything...!!!

I finally saw Fuji the other day, when Ruben (the Spanish architect) and I went to Shinjuku to buy his family`s Christmas presents. He bought his siblings iPods. (Aidan, take note...) Afterwards we went to the Shinjuku city hall to climb the tower there. From the 48th floor, the view is amazing. We went at sunset, just as the sky was going through a spectacular colour change, and there it was, floating mysteriously over the clouds on the horizon. I now fully understand how and why this mountain means so much to and has inspired so many Japanese people. And why you have to see it to believe it! Ruben and I stayed for a good while, watching the lights of the city flicker on. It`s brilliant!!

Anyway, I`d better go - we`re doing Secret Santa in class (not that the Chinese students will have gotten the point...)

Talk to you soon!

Written by Conor at 8:55 AM JST
Updated: Sunday, 23 January 2005 2:34 AM JST
Saturday, 11 December 2004
Hell hath no fury...
Mood:  incredulous
Now Playing: MY Medea Soundtrack...
So it seems that, as well as there being a new Conor Hanratty in Trinity (the horror!), the new young queen of the drama department is directing Medea next term.

A rational approach to this admittedly slight crisis would be to accept that a) I am no longer in the same continent or timezone, or indeed a student of Trinity, and b) I did not write the play.

But still...

It seems that we really are moving on, to bigger and brighter things. It`s almost exactly two years since The Bacchae. I now live in Tokyo. The lady who played my Medea is now a married lady living in Los Angeles... For some reason I have the opening words from Days of our Lives in my head...

Which brings me back to what I actually wanted to mention - thanks to technology I have been able to see a good few episodes of "Joey", which in spots extremely funny - none moreso than the sporadic appearances of the AWESOME and MAGNIFICENTly trashy Jennifer Coolidge as his agent.

Gotta go - have nice theatre-loving teacher this morning, and must wow her with tales of the enormously popular film star/thetre director I met last week and will be meeting again soon. (Shall blog about it soon and wow you too...)

And by the way, without wanting to sound like Mrs. Jason herself, I wish PC all the very best with the show, and hope he has as much fun with it as we did.

Coming in the next episode, "Surprised by Cinnamon" - the Setagaya Public Theatre incident, Cortney`s birthday, and preparations for the arrival of Team Hanratty in Tokyo...


Written by Conor at 9:01 AM JST
Wednesday, 24 November 2004
More...
Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered...
Hello again,

Sorry I haven't been writing in a while - have been very very busy here, with Japanese language tests every day for the past week (next week it's the same, but there is a National Holiday on Tuesday). I'm not sure what I wrote last time, so I'll cover everything in this one!

A significant proportion of the past fortnight has been spent obsessing about my results from Royal Holloway. I knew that they were due around about now, and then Alex emailed me to say that they were back. So I emailed David wondering if he could send me my details here. He replied, saying that of course he would, but didn't actually SAY anything. ARGH!! Then Lynda suggested I email the MA Coordinator and try to wheedle it out of her. I thought this hadn't worked, because she replied saying that the marks had been sent out, and had I not received them? I sent one back saying NOOO, and at last she replied yesterday saying that, yes, I had gotten a distinction, as far as she remembered, but she couldn't really remember the mark. Maybe I'll know something by the time we have our graduation ceremony in July of next year. But at this rate, I can't count on it...

(Actually, since I wrote this yesterday, my mum called to say I got it... Woo hoo!!)

Two weeks ago I went to the Tokyo American Club to see Tokyo International Players' production of A Doll's House, mainly to scope out what kind of group they were, and to meet the director of their January production of Les Liaisons Dangereuses, to offer my services as sound designer. The Tokyo American Club is like a large hotel and conference centre with the hotel removed - all of the extra facilities are there (sports, suits, restaurants...) without the hotel-ish bit. And it gives the impression of being for RICH people. The weirdest thing about it is that I don't think I heard a single word of Japanese while I was there. It's a real haven for ex-pats to sink into and avoid the grim reality of actually being in another country. Maybe that's too harsh, but it was very strange!

I met Jamie the director, and I'm going to do the sound, but he asked me during our chat whether I would like to submit a play to direct for the company. I could do anything I wanted, but there was enormous responsibility attached. And the production would be next October at the very earliest. And I had six days to submit my brief, as interviews were being held the following Saturday. I hummed and hawed for a few days, but eventually didn't submit anything - too big a commitment to make before I've fully found my feet and gotten a foothold in the drama department etc... Doll's House was interesting - they set it in contemporary Tokyo, thereby making Nora very topical and interesting, but it made Torvald into a monster!

I guess it's time to properly "introduce" the various people in my class, and my teachers - give you some idea of what my day-to-day is like! My class is made up of Chinese, Korean and European students. I have virtually no idea what any of them studies, since I missed all the introduction-style stuff because I arrived three weeks late. Anyway - here goes...

If you visited our class, the first person you'd notice would be the Korean guy, simply because he's so bloody loud. He's about forty, has a wife and children in Seoul, and is very good at Japanese (although his pronunciation is creative, at best...) But he just will not shut up. He repeats everything the teacher says, gives an answer to every question asked of anyone else, and often even repeats the answer. I really disliked him for a good while, but he's actually ok - the more we can talk in Japanese, the less irritable/irritating I think we're both becoming!

Then there are the Chinese students: there's Denny, long-haired guy who studies media design. He's very funny, an incredible artist, and comes to class about twice a week. He drinks cider in class. (But it turns out that "cider" here is just fizzy apple juice... and only 1% alcohol...!!) Then there's Den Den, about whom I know nothing. Except that rather than asking the teachers when she doesn't understand something, she either asks her compatriots or just doesn't ask anything. There's Yo, who's very cool and very smart. There's Lee (or maybe Ree) from Mongolia, who's a bit older. I don't understand a word he says - in English, Japanese or anything in between. There's Tei, the top of the class, who annoys me primarily because he's a nightmare vision of what I fear I might have been like in school. There's Chin, who has a permanent cold and is always late, but is really sweet and trys REALLY hard. And there's Ryu, the coolest, who is very funny and has an electronic dictionary (so we all like her). They're all quite nice, but have the bad habit of chattering in Chinese throughout class, and the worse habit of getting away with it. Particularly because the Europeans do not...

From Europe, then - yours truly, from Ireland. Ruben, the architect from Barcelona. He's fantastic - rather like me in terms of crazy and clashing interests, and has already had an amazing life, working in Switzerland with one of the world's best architects. He's here to finish qualifying as an architect, and has decided, for his big project, to propose a new design for Shinjuku station. He's a brave man! There's Antoine, from Belgium, who is very dry and very funny. There's Laurent from Luxembourg, who is also funny and very sound, and Guillaume from Paris who is quite shy but extremely funny when the mood takes him. He's also an architect. Funniest of the lot is Karim, who is French Moroccan. He and I have a conversation exchange every Friday with Antoine's Okinawan girlfriend, Naho. Trouble is, we speak a little in English, and sometimes a little less in Japanese, and then slip back into French. My French is all coming back, by necessity rather than design, but it's nice to speak in French. Then I speak Greek to the Greeks, and Spanish to the Spaniards, attempt every so often to do a little Irish, and then try to grapple with Japanese. It's all a big blur...

Our teachers are great - the weird thing is that we have a different one every day. Monday is Otsuka-sensei, who is nice but timid, and always ends up covered in chalk. Tuesday is Senda-sensei in the morning, who loves theatre and is really friendly, and writes the most beautiful kanji. In the afternoon is Chung-sensei, who is from Korea and is hilarious. She's really perky and younger than the other teachers, and is very very well dressed. When we were learning how to link sentences (we're that basic) she came out with examples like "I am rich AND beautiful" or "I like to drive fast cars AND go shopping". I am being taught by a Korean Karen Walker!! We have her on Tuesday and Wednesdays for language activities like games and reading exercises. On Wednesday mornings we have Honda-sensei, who at first glance is quite scary. She's very into computers, and has all manner of gadgets in her classroom. She teaches us to write kanji with powerpoint animations to show stroke order, and has a camera on her desk linked up to her projector, so she never writes on the board... As well as the multimedia gadgetry and her striking dress sense (Hello Kitty crossed with the Matrix and Claire's accessories...) she is probably our best teacher. She listens to us, and ANSWERS questions, and is well aware that she is teaching a group of adults. On Thursday morning (by which time of the week we're all wrecked at 9am) we have Kawaguchi-sensei. He's also the boss and the coordinator of our course. He's the one who taught my first class wherein I learned to read the McDonalds menu.... He gets up at 5am every day, makes his kids' lunches (bento) and no doubt skips to work singing. He would make the Energizer bunny look like an underachiever. He's bewildering, but I find myself understanding more after his class, so I guess something is going in! Thursday afternoon is Arai-sensei, who is lovely but gets really really bogged down when we ask her grammatical questions, and confuses herself (and us) like crazy. And finally, on Fridays, we have Hirosaki-sensei, who has a permanent cold but is very nice.

After every test, we have a rather strange ritual. A class member is elected as MC, and then introduces the test's champion(s). These are then prevailed upon to come and accept their trophy (sometimes a cup, sometimes an Oscar, sometimes a medal...) and make a speech. It goes along the lines of "Good morning. I am the champion of yesterday's test. Thank you very much. Please everyone, work harder. I myself will also work harder. Thank you very much." Of course, Tei (insufferable Chinese lick) has done it so many times that he has started trying to improvise, never a good idea in a language you don't actually speak, trying to say things like "Come on, guys, I don't want to say this every day" or "Do a bit of work, it's easy". He's not so popular... The only time I was the champion so far was in a Kanji test. I was very proud. My speech was " Good morning. I am not Tei-san. I shall be brief. Thank you very much. Let's work together. Thank you very much". Ha ha ha...

You'll notice that one says "Thank you very much" a lot here. It's probably the most commonly used word in the language - second only, perhaps, to "Irasshaimasen", which is called, screeched, wailed, whispered, or shouted at everyone who enters any kind of establishment. I half expected to have it called at me when I went into the library! It means "welcome" and can be used in all manner of ways - the most creative so far was a little old woman in a stationary shop who cleared a whole aisle of teenage girls by sweetly saying it as she elbowed her way along holding a pair of scissors... It's also said in a variety of accents. Obviously i can't write that down - you'll hear it when you visit!

Last Saturday Jim and I visited Hakone to see the autumn colours. Hakone is famous for its hot springs and its views of Mount Fuji. There's a really cheap all-in day ticket from our local station, which we took. Our day went like this - train, train, smaller train, huge queue, tiny train up a mountain, moderate queue, cable-car, stop in the smelliest place on earth. It was a sulphur mine, complete with hot spring baths. There were signs everywhere saying that if you were in any way delicate not to stick around as it was dangerous. All I got was a bit queasy. As if the sulphur smell wasn't enough, the local delicacy is eggs boiled in the sulphuric mud. The shells go black, and they are sometimes sold for outrageous prices. I have never seen so many people eating hard-boiled eggs, or indeed so many eggshells. I really didn't like it! Jim and I found a restaurant and ordered lunch, having been reassured that the curry noodles had no meat (he's a veggie). No such luck - it was a beef curry!! So I ate that and he had my lunch after I removed the pork... In the giftshop next to the restaurant, we saw yet another example of canny Japanese commercialism. There was a huge stack of Hello Kitty local dolls - in which Kitty appears dressed in a black egg!! (No, I didn't buy one...)

Somewhat fortified, we joined the queue for the next cablecar, due to lead us to the good view of Fuji and down to the lake for the boat trip. We queued for 95 minutes. The cablecar ride was great, but there was so much cloud that we saw nothing. I still haven't seen that mountain. I am starting to believe that it's an illusion cooked up by the Japanese tourist board, to fleece anyone gullible enough to believe in it! The boat trip was great fun - an immaculate replica of some kind of 17th century pirate ship. The lake is extremely beautiful, and we got a hilarious running commentary through the ship's speakers to boot. After the boat, it was the bus back to the train station, where we waited and waited and finally got the direct train back home. Lots of travelling, but really relaxing to be outside Tokyo for a little bit!!

That evening was the big party for our residence's International Festival - it was a BRILLIANT night, which was still going when Sundays festival activities began... It was a good way particularly of getting to know yet more of my neighbours. On Sunday, I taught Irish to various studious and interested Japanese people, and then Maurice appeared and gave an impromptu (but very clear and accurate!) history of Ireland. We had delicious lemon tea from Malaysia, various delicacies from latin America, and poutine, the Canadian guys' national delicacy - chips with cheese and gravy. Cortney and I rechristened them Ghetto Fries. And ate far too many of them...

Cortney is so much fun - she's from Hawaii and we have a very similar sense of humour. (Lethal combination, I know...) She took me to Yodobashi camera during the week (where all dreams of Japanese digital advancement come true) and is going to help me set up my phone line and internet on Monday. Yesterday we went to Roppongi (which seems to be the foreigner capital of Tokyo) and bought her Thanksgiving Turkey. Her Argentinian friend Ivana came too. Imagine trying to cart a 30lb frozen turkey across Tokyo with a loud Argentinian of Italian descent and a louder Hawaiian Japanese-American. We had a lot of fun, ending up splitting our sides laughing in our (nearly) local Starbucks. It seems that the Malaysian's boyfriend dumped her last night (we still haven't worked out quite what happened, but she blubs so much that it's certainly not good news) so we stayed up very late making her feel better and watching movies. Today we're throwing a surprise party for Hugo the Venezuelan, and I had better go now as we have to buy the cake. And I am seriously considering getting a haircut. I look ridiculous.

Congratulations to the class of 2004 - hope you had brilliant graduation days and nights, one and all!!

Written by Conor at 8:47 AM JST
Thursday, 18 November 2004
Congratulations!
Mood:  celebratory
Now Playing: Kylie`s AMAZING new song...
Congratulations to all of the people from Royal Holloway (my fellow inmates!) who have finally received their results. To anyone reading this - well done! Where the hell is my mark?! How are you?! MAIL ME!!

I have decided that I really did have a great year there, and I miss all the cool people I met there very much.

Of course there are some of you who don`t get congratulations and whom I don`t miss at ALL, but printing such names would be beneath me...

To celebrate not getting my results (which seems to be an ongoing state than a one-off...) I bought myself Pink Martini`s new album "Hold On Little Tomato". If you have never heard of them, go find them! They`re a sort of collective of very cool people and groovy music-makers (I guess like a jazzy version of the Wu Tang Clan, painted by Jack Vettriano) who sang the song on the car advert "Je ne veux pas reveiller..." It`s the title track to their first album, Sympathique.

Go get it!!

We had a funny discussion at lunch yesterday. What ever happened to Guy Ritchie`s career?!!


Written by Conor at 9:01 AM JST
Monday, 15 November 2004
Long, but Very Important - Please Pass it On!
Mood:  loud
Now Playing: Over the Rainbow
THE TRAGEDY OF TODAY'S GAYS
An address to the gay community
By Larry Kramer

(A speech made at Cooper Union, New York on Sunday, November 7, 2004,
presented by HIV Forum in conjunction with NYU's Office of LGBT Student
Services, Broadway Cares/Equity Fights Aids, Callen-Lorde, and the Gill
Foundation.)

I think this has been the most difficult speech I have ever had to write
and to deliver. It is a long speech. I pray you will bear with me until
its end.

It is an attempt to give you some idea of who and what we are up against.
It is also an attempt to discuss our ability to deal with these.

I recently learned about two dear friends, both exceptionally smart and
talented and each in his own way a leader of our community. One, in his
middle age, has sero-converted. The other, in his middle-age, has become
hooked on crystal meth. Both of them are here with us tonight.

I love being gay. I love gay people. I think we're better than other
people. I really do. I think we're smarter and more talented and more
aware and I do, I do, I totally do. And I think we're more tuned in to
what's happening, tuned into the moment, tuned into our emotions, and
other people's emotions, and we're better friends. I really do think all
these things.

To us it defies rational analysis that this incompetent dishonest man and
his party should be re-elected. Or does it?

I hope we all realize that, as of November 2nd, gay rights are officially
dead. And that from here on we are going to be led even closer to the
guillotine. This past week almost 60 million of our so-called "fellow"
Americans voted against us. Indeed 23% of self-identified gay people voted
against us, too. That one I can't figure.

The absoluteness of what has happened is terrifying. On the gay marriage
initiatives alone: 2.6 million against us in Michigan. 3.2 million in
Ohio. 1.1 million in Oklahoma, 2.2 million in Georgia. 1.2 million in
Kentucky. George Bush won his Presidency of our country by selling our
futures. Almost 60 million people whom we live and work with every day
think we are immoral. "Moral values" was top of many lists of why people
supported George Bush. Not Iraq. Not the economy. Not terrorism. "Moral
values." In case you need a translation that means us. It is hard to stand
up to so much hate. Which of course is just the way they want it. Please
know that a huge portion of the population of the United States hates us.
I don't mean dislike. I mean hate. You may not choose to call it hate, but
I do. Not only because they refuse us certain marital rights but because
they have also elected a congress that is overflowing with men and women
who refuse us just about every other right to exist as well. "Moral
values" is really a misnomer; it means just the reverse. It means they
think we are immoral. And that we're dangerous and contaminated. How do
you like being called immoral by some 60 million people? This is not just
anti-gay. This is what Doug Ireland calls "homo hate" on the grandest
scale. How do we stand up to 60 million people who have found a voice and
a President who declares he has a mandate?

The new Supreme Court, due any moment now, will erase us from the slate of
everything possible in no time at all. Gay marriage? Forget it. Gay
anything, forget it. Civil rights for gays? Equal protection for gays.
Adoption rights? The only thing we are going to get from now on is years
of increasing and escalating hate. Surely you must know this. Laws and
regulations that now protect us will be repealed and rewritten. Please
know all this. With the arrival of this second term of these hateful
people we come even closer to our extinction. We should have seen it
coming. We are all smart people. How could we not have been prepared?

They have not exactly been making a secret of their hate. This last
campaign has seen examples of daily hate on TV and in the media that I do
not believe the world has witnessed since Nazi Germany. I have been
reading Ambassador Dodd's Diary; he was Roosevelt's ambassador to Germany
in the 30's, and people are always popping in and out of his office
proclaiming the most awful things out loud about Jews. It has been like
that.

All Mary Cheyney is is a lesbian! Even her mother is hateful! That Cheney
must be one fucked-up kid to stick around that family. I hope she doesn't
want to teach school. One of the reelected Congress persons vows to make
it illegal for lesbians to teach school.

I know many people look to me for answers. Perhaps that is why many of you
are here. You want answers? We're living in pigshit and its up to each one
of us to figure out how to get out of it. You must know that by now.
Crystal meth is not an answer. You must know that by now. And quite
frankly statistically it is only happening to so few of us that it is hard
to get anyone worked up about that problem. Just as it hard to get worked
up about a middle-aged man with brains who sero-converts. You want to kill
yourself. Go kill yourself. I'm sorry. It takes hard work to behave like
an adult. It takes discipline. You want it to be simple. It isn't simple.
Yes it is. Grow up. Behave responsibly. Fight for your rights. Take care
of yourself and each other. These are the answers. It takes courage to
live. Are you living? Not so I can see it. Gay people are all but
invisible to me now. I wish you weren't. But you are. And I look real
hard.

No one likes to be told to grow up. It's insulting. But these are always
the answers. They will always be the answers. The only answers. There will
never be any other answers. Grow up. Behave responsibly. Fight for your
rights. Take care of yourself and each other. Be proud of yourself. Be
proud you are gay. I don't know why so many find all this so complicated.
But then I am 69 years old and have less patience for the many problems I
had myself when young. It is one of the privileges of getting old.

It is 25 years since 100,000 of us marched on Washington.

The Aids service organizations are all about to collapse. No money. And
the problem is too big to handle anymore. We have not slowed this thing
down at all. $100 billion we're spending on Iraq. This is a conscious
choice by our "leaders" and by a large portion of the population of this
country. They have in their infinite and never-ending cruelty decided this
was the most effective thing to do with 100 billion dollars that might
also end Aids, and a few other things like worldwide hunger. But the cabal
doesn't care about these. People say: well we can't take care of the rest
of the world. That is so stupid. The rest of the world is us. We are so
intertwined geopolitically that we cannot separate ourselves off into
parts, into sections. Those days are over. If they ever were here. We have
everything required to save the world except the will to do it. In a
recent New Yorker piece Michael Specter writes that because of Aids Russia
is on its way to disappearing. Disappearing. Imagine that.

The immense knowledge we have learned about Aids has provided us with
precious little more than that knowledge. HIV/AIDS is now the worst
disaster in recorded human history. In parts of Africa 7,000 people are
infecting each other each and every day. We who are here are idiots if we
think this fact is not going to alter our lives mightily. If your company
loses enough world markets, which it most certainly will, you are going to
lose your job. You will not have health insurance, for a start. And for a
finish. Economies are simply going to collapse. This is already happening.

In 1990, that is some nine years into what was happening, 46% of gay men
in San Francisco were still fucking without condoms.

60% of the syphilis in America today is in gay men. Excuse me, men who
have sex with men.

Palm Springs has the highest number of syphilis cases in California. Palm
Springs?

I do not want to hear each week how many more of you are becoming hooked
on meth.

HIV infections are up as much as 40%.

You cannot continue to allow yourselves and each other to act and live
like this!

One of these days the miraculous drugs we have to keep us alive are going
to stop working. Our systems cannot process these extreme chemotherapies
indefinitely. That is what we are on. We are on daily chemotherapy. No one
wants to call it that. We call it the cocktail. We are on chemotherapy!
Chemotherapy either kills the disease or kills us! What are we going to do
when they don't work any longer?

Some 70 million people so far are expected to die. "July 3, 1981, Rare
cancer seen in 41 homosexuals." When I first started yelling about
whatever it was there were 41 cases. THERE ARE NOW OVER 70 MILLION WHO
HAVE BEEN INFECTED WITH HIV. Somebody up there is really listening, don't
you think? There is no way that all infected people can be saved. No one
ever says that out loud. Have you noticed? Somehow in some dream world we
are going to get treatment into 70 million people. It is never going to
happen. IT IS TOO LATE. We told them. But they didn't do anything. Did you
notice? Nobody every does anything. I hope it's finally dawning on you
that maybe they didn't and don't want to. So, in case you haven't noticed,
we have lost the war against Aids. I thought I'd tell you that, too. I
hope you might have noticed. I can't tell.

The President refuses to buy generic drugs for dying people. He is still
saying he is waiting to hear if they are safe. These drugs have been
approved. In some cases for several years. Does this sound like a
President who wants to save anyone?

I do not understand why some of you believe that because we have drugs
that deal with the virus more or less effectively that it is worth the
gamble to have unprotected sex. These drugs are not easy to take. There
are many side effects. Not life- but certainly comfort-threatening. I must
allow at least one day out of every week or two to feel really shitty, to
have no sleep, to be constipated, to have diarrhea, to require blood tests
and monitoring at hospitals or in doctors' offices, and to have the
shakes. The shakes, which come often, are not useful with a mouse or
reading a newspaper or with a lover in your arms. And I don't enjoy eating
anymore. Keeping on weight is a constant problem. I have dry mouth. I get
up six or seven times a night to pee. Many of the meds we are now taking
are new meds and were approved quickly and side effects have a sneaky way
of showing up after FDA approval, not before. I recently discovered that I
was taking an FDA approved dose of Viread that has turned out to be five
times the amount I actually need. We are all probably taking too much or
too little of every single one of our drugs. Doctors don't want to test
for this; tests are not readily available. You have to do a lot of
homework yourselves on these drugs. Is a fuck without a condom worth not
being able to taste food? Obviously for too many of you it is.

My lover often sits on top of me to make me eat. The first time this
happened I was in the hospital just after my liver transplant and I
wouldn't eat and Dr. Fung said I had to eat, or else I would die, and I
just couldn't eat (do you know how strange this is to someone who was
always on a diet?). It was New Year's Eve. We were in beautiful downtown
Pittsburgh. David had brought a hamper filled with my favorite dishes. And
I could not eat anything. Furiously he crawled into bed with me, boots and
all, and started to cry. "We haven't come this far for you to die because
you won't eat," he screamed, tears streaming down his face. I will never
forget that. I will never forget this man I love so much in bed with me
with his snowy boots on starting slowly to spoon into me whatever he'd
made and I trying so desperately hard to swallow it, looking at him, this
man I love so much, doing this for me, both of us now bawling our eyes out
and hugging each other in this strange bed in this strange town, wondering
how we got here.

It's so wonderful being a gay person. I said that before. I'm going to say
it again. I love being gay. And I love gay people. I think we're better
than other people. I really do. I think we're smarter and more talented
and more aware and I do, I do, I totally do. And I think we're more tuned
in to what's happening, tuned into the moment, tuned into our emotions,
and other people's emotions, and we're better friends. I really do think
all of these things. And I try not to forget them.

Since the very first day of this plague we have been given, almost as if
by some cosmic intentionality, American leaders who most assuredly wish us
dead. There can no longer be any way to deny this fact. Each day brings
more and more acts of hatred. Tell me it is not so. Tell me that the
amount of good that is being attempted is not totally and intentionally
overwhelmed by the evil. Point out to me how this is not so. I cannot see
it. I have been unable to see it since July 3, 1981. I thought it was
because it was a tricky virus. That is what we have been told. It's a very
tricky virus. I hoped for a while. But we are being played for chumps and
it has been so since July 3, 1981. And we never saw it.

We of course continue to be in our usual state of total denial and
disarray. Whatever structure the gay world had, if we ever had one, is
gone. Our organizations stink. Almost every single one of them. I cannot
think of one single gay organization that despite the best will in the
world is now anything but worthless to us. Oh maybe one or two. We have no
power. Nobody listens to us. We have no access to power. The cabal
disdains us totally. We are completely disposable. It is a horror show.
There is not one single person in Washington who will get us or give us
anything but shit and more shit. I'm sorry. This is where we are now.
Nowhere. And you expect me to cry for you if you get hooked on meth or
can't stop the circuit parties or the orgies. OK, I feel sorry for you.
Does that change anything? I would say I feel sorry for myself, but I
don't. I know I am fighting as hard as I can. I may not be getting
anywhere but I am trying. It's exhausting and I have to do it every day,
every single day, like taking my meds which if I stop I know my body will
cease doing something or other. I have accidentally missed a few days of
meds and boy do I know fast that was a mistake.

I fear for us as a people. Is that crazy? I am always being called crazy
by somebody. I love being called crazy. That's a sign to me that I'm on
the right track. Maybe it takes a crazy person to see into the future and
see what's coming. Straight people say "my how much progress gay people
are making. Isn't that Will and Grace wonderful." If it's so wonderful why
am I scared to death? More and more I am filled with dread. That is my
truth that I bring to you today. Larry is scared. Do you see what I see? I
don't think so. Most gay people I see appear to me to act as if they're
bored to death. Too much time on your hands, my mother would say. Hell, if
you have time to get hooked on crystal and do your endless rounds of
sex-seeking, you have too much time on your hands. Ah, you say, aren't we
to have a little fun? Can't I get stoned and try barebacking one last
time. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND! At this moment in our history, no,
you cannot. Anyway, we had your fun and look what it got us into. And it
is still getting us into. You kids want to die? Because that's what I
sometimes think. Well, then, die.

You cannot continue to allow yourselves and each other to act and live
like this!

And by the way, when are you going to realize that for the rest of your
lives, probably for the rest of life on earth, you are never going to be
able to have sex with another person without a condom! Never! Every time
you even so much as consider this I want you to hear my voice screaming
like crazy in your ears. STOP! DON'T! NEVER! NO WAY, JOSE! Canadian
scientists now warn that even partners who are both un-infected should
practice safe sex. As I understand it, more and more new viruses and
mutant viruses and partial viruses that are not understood are floating
around. Are you ready for that one?

Does it ever occur to you how much you have been robbed by both your
country and your behavior? America let the men who should have carved out
a space for you in the social discourse, the development of your history
and being, America let these men who should have been your role models
die. So there is this big empty space in which you live. And you don't
know where to go or how to fill it in. This is not my original thought but
Michael Brown's of the NYU gay student organizations that helped to bring
me here, who gave me this to think about. It is sad for a young gay person
to feel this way.

I had people to follow and many of you have not. No baton was passed to
you. In a way you must start everything over. You must invent a world from
which you can move forward from. This is both an extraordinarily exciting
challenge and a terrifying one, one that can just as easily leave you by
the wayside as make a new man of you. I say man because it is gay men who
appear to have the greatest difficulty, it seems to me, in moving forward,
getting off their particular dime.

Many of you deny the horrors of what happened to your predecessors. That
is something I do not understand. Every moral code I know of requires
respect for the dead. I often hear that many of you don't want to know
about them or admit to them. You disdain anyone older who was there.

This is denial of a most destructive nature. You cannot move forward
without accepting your past. I am going to say that again. We cannot move
forward without accepting and understanding our past. We were as varied as
you are. We were no different, really. We were very different from those
who preceded us. We were the first free gay generation and we were
murdered because of our freedom. And yes you were robbed of this freedom
that for obvious reasons could not be passed on to you as your heritage.
So instead of being understanding of all this, you condemn your
predecessors to non-existence and flounder into a future that you seem
unable to fashion into anything you can hold on to that gives you
emotional sustenance. You refuse to be part of any community. But if you
don't have any community you have no political strength. You are too busy
denying and disassociating to know that. You do not seem able, it seems to
me, to fashion your future. To discover what you want. You don't even ask
what you want. You don't even ask what you need. Your needs are as mighty
as needs always have been, but you don't ask what they are, which amazes
me. How can you not have curiosity about your future as a gay person?
Don't you want to go anywhere? Do you want to stay where you are? That is
too bad if you do because we are about to enter a place more monstrously
worse. You can deny that, as you deny those of us who went before you, but
just know that down this path of your numerous denials lies your own
continued destruction, the continuing destruction of gay people as gay
people, which this cabal of haters I shall shortly describe, and its
supporters, which are legion, are intent on accomplishing with
increasingly ruthless vengeance. If you do not fight back you will be
murdered in ways just as hideous as the ways in which we got murdered.

Every single president since 1981 has denied our existence and denied the
existence of AIDS. And we let them get away with it. Oh a few thousand of
us fought for the drugs that we got but many millions of us did nothing
and of course an enormous number of them died. They died because they lost
their health along their journey of non-involvement and their lack of
responsibility to their brothers and sisters. Instead of learning from
this lesson, you are repeating it. And you are acting like this with your
health intact, many of you, which strikes me as even more perverse than
what your dead predecessors did to destroy themselves.

Does it occur to you that we brought this plague of aids upon ourselves? I
know I am getting into dangerous waters here but it is time. With the
cabal breathing even more murderously down our backs it is time. And you
are still doing it. You are still murdering each other. Please stop with
all the generalizations and avoidance excuses gays have used since the
beginning to ditch this responsibility for this fact. From the very first
moment we were told in 1981 that the suspected cause was a virus, gay men
have refused to accept our responsibility for choosing not to listen, and,
starting in 1984, when we were told it definitely was a virus, this
behavior turned murderous. Make whatever excuses you can to carry on
living in your state of denial but this is the fact of the matter. I wish
we could understand and take some responsibility for the fact that for
some 30 years we have been murdering each other with great facility and
that down deep inside of us, we knew what we were doing. Don't tell me you
have never had sex without thinking down deep that there was more involved
in what you were doing than just maintaining a hard-on.

I have recently gone through my diaries of the worst of the plague years.
I saw day after day a notation of another friend's death. I listed all the
ones I'd slept with. There were a couple hundred. Was it my sperm that
killed them, that did the trick? It is no longer possible for me to avoid
this question of myself. Have you ever wondered how many men you killed? I
know I murdered some of them. I just know. You know how you sometimes know
things? I know. Several hundred over a bunch of years, I have to have
murdered some of them, planting in him the original seed. I have put this
to several doctors. Mostly they refuse to discuss it, even if they are
gay. Most doctors do not like to discuss sex or what we do or did. (I
still have not heard a consensus on the true dangers of oral sex, for
instance.) They play blind. God knows what they must be thinking when they
examine us. Particularly if they aren't gay. One doctor answered me, it
takes two to tango so you cannot take the responsibility alone. But in
some cases it isn't so easy to answer so flippantly. The sweet young boy
who didn't know anything and was in awe of me. I was the first man who
fucked him. I think I murdered him. The old boyfriend who did not want to
go to bed with me and I made him. The man I let fuck me because I was
trying to make my then boyfriend, now lover, jealous. I know, by the way,
that that other one is the one who infected me. You know how you sometime
know things? I know he infected me. I tried to murder myself on that one.

Has it never, ever occurred to you that not using a condom is tantamount
to murder? I cannot believe you have never considered this. It is such a
simple and intelligent thought to have. And we all should have had it from
day one. Why didn't we? That has been haunting me for a while, that
question. Why didn't we? It is incredibly selfish not to have at least
thought that question at that moment, all those moments when we were
playing Russian roulette.

From here on I am going to get even more complicated. I want you to pay
attention. This is the most important part of this speech.

Bill Moyers recently said this in a speech on October 20, 2004 at the
Palace Hotel:

"For years now, the corporate, political, and religious right -- this is
documented from 1971 on -- the religious and political right has been
joined in an axis of influence whose purpose is to take back the gains of
the democratic renewal in the 20th century and restore America to a rule
of the elites that maintain their privilege and their power at the expense
of everyone else. For years now, a small fraction of American households
have been garnering an extreme concentration of wealth and income while
large corporations and financial institutions have obtained unprecedented
levels of economic and political power over daily life."

"Take note," Moyers continues. "The corporate, political, and religious
conservatives are achieving a vast transformation of America that only
they understand because they are its advocates, its architects, and its
beneficiaries. In creating the greatest inequality in America since 1929,
they have saddled our nation, our States, and our cities and counties with
structural defects that will last until our children's children are ready
for retirement, and they are systematically stripping government of all
its functions, except rewarding the rich and waging war."

In other words, our country has been taken away from us by a cabal that
includes all the people who hate us.

These people make the rules. They are rarely elected officials. They may
or may not know each other. They have several things in common. They are
very rich or have strong connections to money or power. They are in
agreement on what they do not want. They believe fervently in their God.
And that they are doing all this for Him. And they stay in constant touch.

I hope you realize that all these people Bill Moyers is talking about hate
us. Thriller writers write better histories of our times than actual
historians.

Anyway, it is done. What Moyers is talking about. It's already happened.
On a scale of such magnitude that it is difficult to see how we can ever
take it back. It's all in place now, this cabal of power. It almost
doesn't make any difference who is president.

You want to know why AIDS was allowed to happen. This is your answer. You
want to know why gay people have no power and are unlikely to get any.
This is your answer.

The top 1% of wealth holders control 39% of total household wealth.

The richest 5% of households own 2/3 of the value of all stock owned in
the our country.

The the top 1% have as many after-tax dollars to spend as the bottom 100
million.

The richest 20% of households received almost 50% of the national income,
while the bottom 20% received only 3%.

At a time when 265 people in the United States were billionaires, 32
million people were living beneath the official poverty line.

This inequality gap in the United States is the highest in the
industrialized world.

"That drive," Moyers continues, "is succeeding with drastic consequences
for an equitable access to public resources, the lifeblood of any
democracy. From land, water, and natural resources, to media and the
broadcast and digital spectrums, to scientific discovery and medical
breakthroughs, and even to politics itself, a broad range of American
democracy is undergoing a powerful shift in the direction of private
control.

"We are experiencing a fanatical drive to dismantle the political
institutions, the legal and statutory canons, and the intellectual and
cultural frameworks that have shaped public responsibility for social
harms arising from the excesses of private power."

In 1971, Lewis Powell, a Richmond lawyer who called himself a centrist,
was secretly commissioned by the U.S. Chamber of Congress to write a
confidential plan on how to take back America for the survival of the free
enterprise system. Not democracy. Free enterprise. Barry Goldwater had
lost, Nixon was about to implode, Vietnam had sucked the nation's soul
dry, the cabal saw their world unraveling. They saw the women's movement,
black civil rights. student war protests, the cold war. They saw the world
as they knew it coming to an end. (We are not the first to feel our world
crumbling and becoming powerless.)

This is what Lewis Powell wrote: "Survival lies in organization, in
careful long range planning, in consistency of action over an indefinite
period of years, in the scale of financing only available through joint
effort and in the political power available only through united action."

This was the birth of what is now called the vast right wing conspiracy.
It is known as the Powell Manifesto. You can google Lewis Powell (not the
one who helped to assassinate Lincoln) and read it in its entirety.

Under the supervision of some of the richest families in America, that
plan has been followed faithfully since 1971 and it has resulted in these
past years of horror and the re-election of George Bush. Nine families and
their foundations, all under the insistent goading of Joseph Coors, have
financed much of this. The Bradley Foundation. The Smith Richardson
Foundation. Four Scaife Family Foundations, The John M. Olin Foundation.
The Castle Rock (or Coors) Foundation. Three Koch Family Foundations. The
Earhart Foundation. The JM Foundation. The McKenna Foundation. From 1985
to 2001 alone they contributed $650 million to this conservative message
campaign. They have helped to launch and gain financing for networks of
newspapers and magazines. They have seen to it that hundreds of the most
powerful think tanks have appeared, including the Heritage Foundation, the
Hoover Institute, the American Enterprise, Cato, Manhattan, Hudson
Institutes, and many more. There are now in place an ever growing number
of well-funded student organizations at many colleges. There are legal
advocacy foundations, such as the Center For Individual Rights and
Judicial Watch. There are Leadership Institutes and Action Institutes and
Institutes on Religion and Public Policy and Religion and Democracy. There
is a heavily visible media participation: Fox Television and Pat Robertson
and Oliver North and Radio America and the Washington Times and Ann
Coulter, Rush Limbaugh, to name but a very few, including the editorial
page of the Wall Street Journal.

For the preparation of this manifesto, Lewis Powell was rewarded by
Richard Nixon with a seat on the Supreme Court, where among other things
he voted against gays in Bowers v. Hardwick, and against Black people in
Bakke v. University of California.

It is vital for us to realize that this plan was written in 1971. The
people it was written for did not go off then to a disco, or to the Pines
or into therapy, or into drugs. They took this plan and they have executed
it religiously every day and night for the next thirty-five years
initially with some 400 million dollars and always from then until now
with unending hours of backbreaking, grinding, unglamorous work, of civic
engagements county by county across the entire expanse of America. They
took the richest and most liberal nation in the history of civilization
and turned it hard right into a classist, racist, homophobic imperial army
of pirates. 30% of America now self-identify as conservative or extremely
conservative. When Lewis Powell wrote his Manifesto that figure was less
than 10%.

And on the morning of November 3rd we wrung our hands and wondered why.

And we have a community that still cannot decide on what we want or what
to do. We are completely inept at organizing ourselves and have a
monstrously bad record of attempting unity.

The continuing existence of HIV is essential for the functioning of the
totalitarianism under which gay people now live. It works out like this:
HIV allows "them" to sell us as sick. And that kills off our usefulness,
both in our own minds, their thinking we are sick, and in the eyes of the
world, everyone thinking we are sick. All of this obliterates the
consciousness of those who should help us and don't. This liquidates and
incinerates our individuality and our spontaneity, our abilities to fight
back, to hold our oppressors to task. They want to keep HIV going as long
as they can! Why haven't we seen that? The signs have always been there!
But like everything else we couldn't believe them. No one could be as
cruel as that. They want to make us superfluous. Their media, their
newspapers, their networks will see to it that our good qualities are
invisible.

It should therefore come as no surprise that when HIV came along they,
this cabal, facilitated its rapid deployment and continue to do so. Before
even making the feeblest attempt to commence any miniscule response or
inquiry into what their press was not reporting, which they most certainly
knew about themselves, they waited until masses of us had all been exposed
to the whatever it was. We on the other hand chose to not believe that the
whatver it was was a virus until this was incontestably proved. But they
knew what it was, or were willing to take the chance and hope that it was,
and they just sat back and waited. Their wildest dreams then started to
come true. The faggots were disappearing and they were doing it to
themselves! I can locate no work of any urgency, or indeed much work at
all on aids for most of the period between 1981-1984. Oh many claim it, as
many claim seeing cases many years earlier, which I also doubt, but I
cannot locate whatever these are claiming. In those four years almost
every gay man who had fucked in America had been exposed to the virus.

And when they did start doing anything it was with such feebleness that it
amounted to nothing for ten years. You can give me all kinds of reasons
why it took so long but my research has convinced me that the actual
scenario was completely intentional neglect. Oh perhaps not the doctors or
the scientists. But they had no money. And they were not going to get any
money. Or enough money. People upstairs were going to see to it that there
would be no money. Let even more people get infected first. Blacks,
junkies, prostitutes. Every color of skin but straight white. Every
religion but Christian. Excuse me, white Christian. Then we'll throw them
a few pennies to make it look like we're concerned.

The cabals Bill Moyers talked about have called all the shots in
facilitating and accelerating the plague of aids. If scientists discovered
something useful, it has rarely been available. I spoke earlier about the
refusal of this president to allow already approved generic drugs out to a
desperate Africa and elsewhere. Of that huge Congressional approval of
many billions for HIV around the world that Bush brags about, something
less that 2% has left Washington almost four years after its approval.
Does this sound like a President and a government and a country that wants
to help?

I guess I have suspected behavior like this all along. But I never knew it
in quite the way that I have now come to see it thanks to Bill Moyers:
intentionality is the only word to describe the genocidal treatment the
world is drowning in. Much of the world, most assuredly including us, has
been intentionally hung out to die. So far some 70 million of us. That is
some manifesto Lewis Powell birthed. And all we have to do is keep fucking
each other without condoms and the rest of their "moral issues" will be
dead.

Do you seriously think they care about the continuing rise again of HIV
infections? They are grateful for them. Do you think they care about a
sudden plague of crystal? They thank us for our cooperation. And we
thought for one brief second of time that we might even be allowed to
marry the ones we love.

And while all this happened, even if we had enough suspicions to act, what
did we do? We completely shrank from our duty of opposition. Those are
Christopher Isherwood's words: "the duty of opposition." But he was
flagellating himself with these words. He fears that should he have to
live face to face with a war in his backyard that he "would shrink from
the duty of opposition."

Marriage? Forget it. Non-discrimination laws? Forget them. Those that have
been enacted will be rescinded or amended into toothlessness. Adoption?
Equal rights? Forget everything. We are going to be erased into
nothingness. They hate us so much and now they are in complete and utter
power, the most dangerous situation in the world for the unwanteds to live
under. And I no longer think it matters who is President. Clinton turned
out to be as rotten for us as George Bush, either one.

Ok, keep putting your life in jeopardy. 110 of their drug companies
certainly want you to do so. Keep dancing your asses off at circuit
parties all over the world as you go down to the sea in ships that are
made to intentionally capsize and take you down with them. Ok, keep being
bored and crying for your poor selves. You ain't seen nothin' yet. With
our complete cooperation they have already murdered several generations of
us so far. They won't have to murder so many more of us to get their wish.
Like Russia, we will disappear. That is what they want to do. Disappear
us. And now they are able to officially do it. George Bush has his
mandate. Can't you see all this! People high up there in their secret
powwows don't want us here. Word has come down from on high: get rid of
the faggots once and for all. You think the law will protect us? Think
again. Wait until you see the new Supreme Court.

You are here as a gay person because of certain events and certain people
who lived and suffered and died before you. You must learn about them and
not continually deny their existence and importance in our history, the
history of gay people in America. You must learn about them! They have
made your life possible! What kind of person doesn't want to learn about
themselves? I don't know why but you don't want to. Most of our fellow
gays don't read books about us. Or come to plays about us. What do you
want to do? I don't know. And for all I can tell in talking to many of
you, you don't know either. And this is very frightening. A large
uncongealed mass of potentially superior beings doesn't know what to do
with themselves or bother to learn their history. So they dance. So they
drug. So they go on to the internet to find more sex. These are useful
lives being wasted. Why is that? Why is there no useful creativity going
on? Why is there no mental agility visible, no audible questioning
discussions ... almost anything of importance? Don't you long for some
involvement in the humanity that you belong to, for your place in the
scheme of things? You don't know how to make entrance on these playing
fields, is that it? I don't know what is wrong with us. I wish you could
tell me. What do you do with yourselves all week long, seven days and
nights a week, that amounts to anything really important? I can't see many
of you as doing anything important, to give your lives meaning. Oh I can
see lots of frocks on the runway but I can't see bodies inside of them,
bodies with brains and concerned with anything but pretty and orgasms.
What do you do to make your world, our world, a better place? A world that
needs every bit of help it can get, our world, not their world. You don't
seem able to connect with anyone beyond the basest ways.

"Why can't we look at our bodies and see not just a sexual definition? Why
can't we see in the body all that the body represents? Sexuality, yes. But
also mortality, humanness, humaneness, innocence, purity, health,
sickness, strength, consideration, responsibility, divinity. When did we
rob our bodies of all the complexity they possess? Why do we refuse to see
all that we are capable of? All the other things that make us full
beings." That very beautiful paragraph was written by my friend, Jordan
Roth, who is one day going to be a very fine writer if he just keeps at
it.

Do you know you are taking the same crystal meth as Hitler? The stuff that
was being used well into 1997, the government outlawed one of the
ingredients and so the orignal process was resurrected, the one as used by
the Nazis. It was first synthesized by the Germans in the early part of
the 20th century. Hitler was a crystal addict. The new version is much
more potent than the stuff you were taking before 1997, which is the main
reason why it is so hard to break an addiction. Dr. Howard Grossman told
me this bit of history. Maybe I shouldn't have told you about the Hitler
part. To the more twisted among you it may be a turn-on.

I love being gay. I love gay people. I think we're better than other
people. I really do. I think we're smarter and more talented and more
aware and I do, I do, I totally do. I really do think all of these things.
And I try very hard to remember all this.

But I am finding that I am not so proud of being gay anymore. It's come
over me slowly. As much as I love being gay and I love gay people I'm not
proud of us right now. It's disappeared. I almost could say we've
disappeared. But since you are here I can't quite say that. But that's how
I feel.

I do not see us, don't you see? I do not see us! They are killing us. They
are eradicating us from this earth. Little by little by little we are
disappearing. I do not see us and I am beginning to see us less and less.

I have recently come to believe that gay men and women are tragic people.
We are so wonderful but we are also so fucked up. So blind. So ignorant in
ways to look after ourselves. So uninterested in the Outside World that is
subsuming us when we thought we were making them pretty and giving them
songs to sing. So without agendas to utilize our wonderful-ness. We know
who the enemy is and we just stand here letting them shoot us over and
over again. WE STAND HERE AND LET THEM DO IT! All of the brains and
abilities we have among us are useless. The smartest among us, our famous
ones, our rich ones, seem to allow this most of all. The ones who should
help us and speak up for us refuse that responsibility. We have enough
rich gay men and lesbians to finance a takeover of the world but their
brains and their money and their skills are not available to to help us.
To lead us. To inspire us. To finance us. To be like Lewis Powell's Nine
Families. That, too is tragic. To have so much money and to not to use it
for brothers and sisters, for family, for our continuation here on earth.
Why is that? Rockefeller tithed himself from his very first dollar, to go
to his church for his salvation. Please, can we get word to every rich gay
person to show up to help save us. We need our Nine Families desperately.

Public service: how many religions demand this of their members? How much
public service in behalf of your brothers and sisters, your family, have
you performed recently? Don't tell me you don't know what to do. If you
can find another ass to fuck, and you seem endlessly inventive at
accomplishing this, then you should be able to locate a more useful and
responsible outlet.

For a few brief years we had some noble moments, of togetherness and anger
and progress. Not many of us, mind you. If you are still alive, you know
who you were and where you were during those worst years of our mass
murder. You know what you did and what you didn't. And I know too. I know
that most of you, should you still be alive, didn't do a goddamned thing.
In fact, you were ashamed of us, many of you were. I remember that as well
as I remember those who died. "Friends" crossing the street to avoid me
because I was advising cooling it. I was actually told to not come back to
Fire Island Pines. Lots of people come up to me now on the street and say,
thank you for what you did for us. I do not consider that a compliment. My
response quite often's been a curt Fuck You, why aren't you doing it too!
I don't do anything that anyone else couldn't do. I just do it, and some
10 or 15,000 other people did it too then. And the rest of you sat on your
asses. And, those of you who are still alive, know who you were and how
little you did.

Yes for one brief moment in time we got angry. Correction, a few of us got
angry. Of all our many many millions of gay people in this country, about
10,000 of us or so got angry enough to accomplish something. We got drugs.
We got aids care. We got enough so we could continue fucking again. That
in the end is what it amounted to. As soon as we got the drugs, you went
right back to what got us into such trouble in the first place. WHAT IS
WRONG WITH US? The cabal can't believe their good fortune.

How many gay people in America in those years of Aids? Ten million? Twenty
million? Thirty million? How many of us are there now? We don't even know
how many of us there are! Or how many we lost! And every time some
statistical number is released by some faceless organization or government
office, I always wonder: how the fuck do they know how many of us there
are when we don't even know how many of us there are? And none of our
so-called gay organizations ever bothers to find out. It would be nice to
know, helpful to know. Don't you think?

You know, it isn't meant to be easy, life. I don't know why it isn't meant
to be easy, but it just isn't, so we might as well get used to it and try
to find things that give us a certain sense of pride. We must create
ourselves as something we can live with. It takes energy, yes. Why are we
so crippled intellectually? Oh, we study sexuality and gender stuff until
it comes out of every university's asshole but we don't study history, who
we were and where we came from and our roots, the wellsprings of our
historical existence. We do not honor our dead as we do not honor
ourselves. We continue without surcease to be and remain, endlessly, day
after day, helpless victims. "In my country when they raise the bus fares,
we burn the buses," a Brazilian journalist said to me as she watched a
sparsely attended Act Up demonstration.

There is never one single hour that a disenfranchised minority does not
have to fight to breathe and stay alive. The hate out there will never
lessen. It only grows and grows, this hate. Most of you refuse to face
this. I hate you for your doing that. I really do. I have no more patience
for this kind of weakness. I know this is uncharitable of me. I don't
care. I am too tired of fighting with so few troops. You are now dancing
your own dance of death, you know. And I hate you for this, too. Grow up,
I beg you. Oh, grow up.

Time goes by so fast. We are allotted so precious little of it on this
earth. How sad that you use it so stupidly. Every minute that goes by is
gone forever. You who have been given a new lease on life, the very gift
of life itself, piss it away. It is so incomprehensible to me who has come
so close to death a couple times. I find your inactivity and ingratitude
and lack of imagination on how to act in emergencies incongruous,
incomprehensible, insulting. And unacceptable. I could never understand
during all those years of Aids why every single person facing death would
not fight to save his own life. And I cannot understand now how, life
having been given back to us again, again you treat your life with such
contempt.

Yes, all that I have spoken of tonight is the stuff of tragedy.

I wish we could truly look upon each other as brothers and sisters. It
sounds corny I am told when I keep using terms like this. How can we be
related I am asked dismissively. You do not know or want to know that we
have been on this earth as long as anyone else and that we have as many
available heroes and heroines as anyone else. Your family has been here a
very long time and has an ancient and distinguished lineage. You must
learn that Abraham Lincoln was gay and George Washington and Meriwether
Lewis and so many others we are only just beginning to uncover. But they
will not let gay history be taught in schools and universities. And we
seem unable to teach ourselves. My own college, Yale, with $1 million of
my own brother's money to do just this, will not teach what I call gay
history, unencumbered with the prissy incomprehensible gobbledygook of
gender studies and queer theory. Abraham Lincoln did not talk that
language.

We richly deserve the government we have received. We do not even know who
we are. And our enemies participate in their convictions every day of
their lives. We only show up when we want to, which is not very often. But
then perhaps you do not love being gay. Or think we are better than other
people, and smarter and more talented and more tuned into what is
happening, and are better friends.

I leave the hardest topic we must face till last.

How do we fight as a united front when they don't approve of our
"behavior" and when our behavior is inseparable from our beings? How do we
fight as a united front when some of us won't or are unable to change
certain behaviors that many of us have difficulty in supporting and
defending ourselves? We've been so concerned about showing the world a
united front. We feel the need to say that everything gay people do is
good and it simply isn't so. We must have an honest discussion amongst
ourselves about what's good and what isn't. This is of course the problem
that has finally brought us down because we have refused to deal with it,
and perhaps is one reason today's youngsters have difficulty in
acknowledging our past. It is the unfaced devil in our closet, if you
will, that we have refused to deal with and which, now, now that they have
achieved their position of imperial power, will be used to hang us once
and for all. To be crude about it, how do we market and sell our wishes
and our needs as they have been able to package and sell their wants and
needs so successfully for thirty-five years? How do we frame this issue?
How do we claim the God that they have subsumed into their own ownership?
It is inhuman to think that the only way we can get through to some safe
other side is by policing each other and in so doing destroy whatever hope
we have of getting along? If they have been able to convince this country
that the Republicans are the party of the people, surely so many sons and
daughters can be smart enough to find a way to sell our parents permission
to co-exist.

I do not know how to answer any of this. And I don't think anyone among us
does either. To talk out loud about what our bodies have done and continue
to do is asking for trouble from others of us. How do we admit our past,
own it, and evolve from it and move on? For we must do this.

I know some of you will immediately jump up to act. I caution rushing off
to form anything quite so fast until we decide how we want to deal with
what I have raised tonight. I know many of you are prepared to tough it
out and say to them, "fuck you, I am what I am." And point out quite
rightly that they have simply pushed us too far and, no matter what we
have done and continue to do we simply cannot allow them to treat us this
way any longer. We are human beings as much as they are, and their God is
the same as our God and He simply cannot be allowed to be as punishing as
they are requiring Him to be."

But this is perhaps too honest and reasonable to say to those who are not
either. Reasoning like this has not worked for us in the past. But I sense
that ignoring this question of responsibility for much that has murdered
us will only please them more.

These are the problems we must confront as we go forward. If you are going
to fight in a united way, which I am convinced is now the only way that
can save us, we must find a platform that all of us can support without
divisiveness and shame and guilt and all the other hateful weapons they
will club us with.

And if we do want to go out and fight again in a united way we must ask
ourselves: are we able to replicate the kind of devotion and commitment
and backbreaking thankless work and tactics that continues to bring them
year after year into such positions of unlimited power. Thirty-five years
of that? For thirty-five years the cabal I have spoken of has worked every
single day and night to bring them their success. Quite frankly they
deserve their victory and we deserve our loss.

I would like to quote this from a Baptist minister, Tom Ehrich, in Durham.
By chance, I found it on a Christian website at 3:00 this afternoon. "It
would be helpful if we started in silence and just listened to each
other's voices. Whether we can muster such maturity amid toxic political
attitudes remains to be seen. If we are to have a meaningful national
discussion of moral issues, we will need to start with the sexual issues,
not because they are the most important but because they are the fire
engulfing the tower. Let's get it all on the table...

"And let's do so openly and boldly, without the code language that we
often use in moral debates, without our usual cherry-picking of
Scriptures, without our usual blistering indignation, without the bullying
that elevates one's viewpoint into divine certainty."

So we are being invited to this table whether we want to or not. We must
be prepared.

I love being gay. I love gay people. I think we're better than other
people. I really do. I think we're smarter and more talented and better
friends. I do, I do, I totally do. I really do think all of these things.

And I passionately and desperately want all my brothers and sisters to
stay alive and well and on this earth as long as they want theirs to.

Can we all help each other to reach this goal?

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(Note: I would like to acknowledge the help of my friend Rodger McFarlane,
my lover David Webster, and my editor, Will Schwalbe in preparing this
speech. I am grateful to Rodger and the Gill Foundation for educating me
about Lewis Powell and the Powell Manifesto, about which I had been
previously ignorant. Thanks too to Bill Moyers for his extraordinary
speech which is quoted here without permission. LK)

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I know it`s a speech about America, but hey. This affects us all. Cx

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