Posts Tagged ‘death

03
Jul
08

Granny, I Hardly Knew Ye

I never met my Father, who was killed by a teenage drunk driver on Valentine’s Day, on the 610 loop in Houston. He’s buried in Conroe, Texas, and I haven’t been there to see him – or rather his stone – and anything beyond an incidental visit while in Houston seems a monumental waste of time and money, replete with irony: flying to see a monument to a man, in death, who never lifted a finger to see me, in life. I do have his face, essentially, a few pictures of him, an old home movie, and the flag under which he was interred, but that’s about it.

When I was 19 and on hiatus (read: suspended for a semester) from the University of Florida, I took my suddenly free time to visit Lake Charles, Louisiana, meet my grandparents, uncles, aunt, and cousins, and actually live in Houston with my uncle Charlie, Jr. (a man who made a living with a Continue reading ‘Granny, I Hardly Knew Ye’

03
Jun
08

Overheard in My Life: Yves Saint Laurent

Bronson: “Hey, did you hear that Yves Saint Laurent died today.”

Sam: “Yeah, yeah, yeah, he invented pants. It’s all I’ve heard about all day.”

22
Jan
08

We Lost Jack. Now We’ve Lost Ennis.

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My Mom just told me he was gone, and then I had to go to a meeting. I was in the hallway, and some brainless, soulless girl I work with approached, a spring in her step and a smile broad as a jack-o-lantern’s, saying, “Did you hear the news?”

I was hoping she’d heard something happy to offset what I’d heard. “Heath Ledger’s dead,” she said, breezing past.

And I just stood there, dazed, never having been a fan, and not needing any other reason to love him, and now to mourn him, than the fact that he was, and always will be Ennis del Mar – not to mention I’m fresh from the rodeo with Sam, my very own Ennis del Mar. The first time we saw the film, I saw Sam in Ennis right off, and he saw me in Jack; he even does a dead-on impression of Ennis. That film put the west into our psyche, was a big part of the earliest days of our relationship, and was (and is) a cinematic representation of the true and legendary love Sam and I have for each other. It always will be.

I’ve seen Brokeback Mountain all the way through only twice, because losing Jack was practically unbearable the first time. God knows when I’ll ever watch it again.

11
Jan
08

Video: The Famous Swing Where He Shot Himself

It’s time I post this video too. For those of you who don’t know the other ‘big’ story behind me: I was molested as a child from the age of 12 to 18, by my family’s attorney. It went on for so long because I was in love with him, and didn’t really realize that a crime was being committed against me, and – no matter how ‘normal’ it felt at the time – it was damaging my psyche in ways that would persist for years. I didn’t come forward about it for a number of reasons, the largest of which were humiliation, the fear of not being believed, having to explain my own complicity, and that I’d have to come out. The statute of limitations is 5 years for this crime. Which meant I had until my 23rd birthday to report what had happened to me. That day came, and passed.

When I began to hear about this happening to other boys, I decided to expose him. I filed a complaint which was picked up by the papers, and ultimately landed on the desk of Governor Jeb Bush, who called an investigation. In the course of the four year investigation, about 40 of us were discovered. All ages. Some of us were fine, some were a mess, some were institutionalized, some were incarcerated, a couple had committed suicide. The oldest of us was well into his 40’s. The youngest, a freshman in college. I was one of the luckiest ones.

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