Since I’ve posted videos for my “pretend”sisters, Oliver and Amanda; I thought I better not leave out my original sister, the one and only Cheryl.
So let’s take a trip done memory lane to when I was in grade school and Cheryl was in high school. Netty would drive Cheryl to the parochial Pope John in Everett and me to Paul Revere on Revere St. in the city of Revere. (Tongue twister there)
We would start the morning by piling into the car. Netty would pull halfway out the driveway and beep the horn to let Cheryl’s best friend and neighbor, Lucille, know to haul ass. It was time to go to school.
Cheryl, unfortunately, always had to sit in the front sit. Now if she was smart, she’d sit in back with Lucille, so she'd avoid the slap she usually got from Netty due to the excess eyeliner. Alas, I digress.
Besides it's more fun picking on Lucille, who usually would run up the street with her parochial school uniform half on and a half-eaten bagel hanging out of her mouth.
Since Cheryl had to sit in front, she was also in charge of the radio. More often than not we would have to listen to Taylor Dayne’s first album “Tell It To My Heart”.
So this is a video dedicated to those days of driving to school. And Cheryl, since it’s my blog I’m picking the song!
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
The All Nighter!
Ok! Now that I got some YouTubes out of my system, let’s move on to another one of my past times to cheer me up: Teasing Netty!
When I finally had to tell Netty I was gay, I just hit my 21st birthday so all the clubs and bars were available to me. However I was still living under Netty’s nest & couldn’t tell her I was going out to them because she would give me shit. So I’d lie and say I was going to play pool with “The Diva” and my straight friends.
Well this particular Saturday night, I went out with my gay friend Steven. We went into Boston to the old “Chaps” across Copley Plaza. While there I met a nice young man name Wetley, who I am still friends with today.
After the club closed we went to Bickford’s to get something to eat. We were still laughing, talking and having a gay old time so we went back to Wetley’s apartment in the South End of Boston. Steven and I ended up crashing on Wetley’s sofas that night. Mind you I forgot to call Netty to tell her it was going to be an all nighter. I also should make it clear that nothing salacious happened. Honest!
I came home Sunday morning around 10 a.m. Netty had already been up and burning the phone lines looking for me. She was none to pleased.
She was screaming and crying because I pulled this stunt. I felt she was being a little too over dramatic for the situation, so this is when I decided to really send her over the top.
She asked where did I go in Boston. I told her “Chaps”, however I added the fact it was across from Copley Plaza, knowing Netty being the upscale shopper she was would be horrified to know there was a gay bar in the Copley area. So she did freak! And of course I felt the wound needed a little more salt, so I told her the club was directly across from Nieman Marcus. Well she went into as tizzy and banished me out of the house to help Jack in the garden. To this day I don’t think Netty has ever ventured into the Copley Area.
While I was outside in the garden with Jack, I thought it was time to tell him my little secret so he could be in the loop and not clueless to Netty's tirades. Unfortunately, I never really had too many heart to hearts with Jack, so I didn’t know how to tell him. So the conversation went as followed:
Jack (frantically pulling weeds): Is your mother alright?
Me: Yeah she’s ok. Listen Dad, Do you love me?
Jack (confused): Of Course I do!
Me: But would you love me if I was different!
Jack (yelling not sure if upset with me, Netty or the weeds): Well No Shit you’re different, Kevin! You’re different from Sean. Sean is different from Cheryl. You’re all different.
When I finally had to tell Netty I was gay, I just hit my 21st birthday so all the clubs and bars were available to me. However I was still living under Netty’s nest & couldn’t tell her I was going out to them because she would give me shit. So I’d lie and say I was going to play pool with “The Diva” and my straight friends.
Well this particular Saturday night, I went out with my gay friend Steven. We went into Boston to the old “Chaps” across Copley Plaza. While there I met a nice young man name Wetley, who I am still friends with today.
After the club closed we went to Bickford’s to get something to eat. We were still laughing, talking and having a gay old time so we went back to Wetley’s apartment in the South End of Boston. Steven and I ended up crashing on Wetley’s sofas that night. Mind you I forgot to call Netty to tell her it was going to be an all nighter. I also should make it clear that nothing salacious happened. Honest!
I came home Sunday morning around 10 a.m. Netty had already been up and burning the phone lines looking for me. She was none to pleased.
She was screaming and crying because I pulled this stunt. I felt she was being a little too over dramatic for the situation, so this is when I decided to really send her over the top.
She asked where did I go in Boston. I told her “Chaps”, however I added the fact it was across from Copley Plaza, knowing Netty being the upscale shopper she was would be horrified to know there was a gay bar in the Copley area. So she did freak! And of course I felt the wound needed a little more salt, so I told her the club was directly across from Nieman Marcus. Well she went into as tizzy and banished me out of the house to help Jack in the garden. To this day I don’t think Netty has ever ventured into the Copley Area.
While I was outside in the garden with Jack, I thought it was time to tell him my little secret so he could be in the loop and not clueless to Netty's tirades. Unfortunately, I never really had too many heart to hearts with Jack, so I didn’t know how to tell him. So the conversation went as followed:
Jack (frantically pulling weeds): Is your mother alright?
Me: Yeah she’s ok. Listen Dad, Do you love me?
Jack (confused): Of Course I do!
Me: But would you love me if I was different!
Jack (yelling not sure if upset with me, Netty or the weeds): Well No Shit you’re different, Kevin! You’re different from Sean. Sean is different from Cheryl. You’re all different.
Now stop bothering me with these questions and help be pull these fuckin weeds before that goddamn deranged woman comes out her telling I’m doing something wrong.
And that kids is how I tried to tell Jack I was different.
And that kids is how I tried to tell Jack I was different.
Don't Encourage Kevin!
So when I went to The MALE Center, I met this fine gentleman, Keith Orr, as well as his boyfriend.
Mr. Orr suggested I add some YouTube files to my blog. I did warn him for me to figure that out would be like handing a shooter the gun.
Then Saturday morning, while waiting for my chauffeur service, Jack, I contacted the prolific blogger Nat Rogers @ thefilmexpereience.net.
He told me told me HOW to add the YouTube files.
So you can blame Keith for planting the seed and Nat for providing the tools.
Now readers are really going to see my Freak Flag Fly High and Proud.
Oh Come Now! As I stated during a previous post, Due to my seizure episode Monday night I just got 2 more months added to my "prison" sentence. Plus applying for disability yesterday was no picnic.
I need something to cheer me up!
Mr. Orr suggested I add some YouTube files to my blog. I did warn him for me to figure that out would be like handing a shooter the gun.
Then Saturday morning, while waiting for my chauffeur service, Jack, I contacted the prolific blogger Nat Rogers @ thefilmexpereience.net.
He told me told me HOW to add the YouTube files.
So you can blame Keith for planting the seed and Nat for providing the tools.
Now readers are really going to see my Freak Flag Fly High and Proud.
Oh Come Now! As I stated during a previous post, Due to my seizure episode Monday night I just got 2 more months added to my "prison" sentence. Plus applying for disability yesterday was no picnic.
I need something to cheer me up!
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