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Apr '01
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Stop Time
By: Mitzel
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Back in the 70s and early 80s, I ran a fabulous gay porno movie twin-screen in Boston. The screens ran grind; the toilets were busy. We turned our tiny back-office into an "intimacy suite" for our customers. A good time was had by many for years. A lot of the films
were terrific too-- I'm thinking of the Joe Gage trilogy-- and some were stinkers, but it didn't matter. The audience was the show. |
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Mar '01
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Two to Tango
By: Mitzel
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I was thinking about people in extraordinary situations. The
subjects here are Gertrude Stein, Alice Toklas, and Ezra Pound. |
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Feb '01
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My Day
By: Mitzel
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I wake up around 4 to 4:30 in the morning. Almost every day, I wake up with a throbbing hard-on. I indulge in a hearty whack-off. What do I fantasize about in this pre-dawn bout of masturbation? I'd love to tell you, but
my sexual fantasies keep getting more complex and there's not enough room in this column-- this entire magazine!-- to put it all down in proper detail. |
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Jan '01
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Shooters v. Dribblers
By: Mitzel
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My friend, the novelist Lewis Gannett (The Living One, Magazine
Beach), is currently writing a book in collaboration with C. A. Tripp on the sexuality of Abraham Lincoln. |
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Dec '00
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Two Cocks
By: Mitzel
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As part of my job assignment at work, I was browsing through some catalogues which feature sex toys and related paraphernalia. It was mostly the same-old, same-old tit clamps, double-headed dildoes, mouth gags, and other such fun stuff. I came to one page
that caught my eye. |
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Nov '00
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Blank Slate
By: Mitzel
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One of my closest friends and I were chatting about sex. Yes, I know: where's the headline? It came to pass
in the conversation that my friend told me he had no sexual fantasies whatsoever and never had. |
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Oct '00
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The Finer the Art
By: Mitzel
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My friend, who works at a local music conservatory, was complaining about how closeted the music students are. "It's quite usual that the beautiful young tenor will be dating the pretty young soprano his first year. By
the second year, he's moved in with the baritone and they've become boyfriends. But we still can't get a gay group started on campus and it looks like we never will." |
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Sep '00
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Suspicious Activity
By: Mitzel
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There I was, waiting for the subway in my town. The transit authority has these info-placed dot-streamed announcement centers located in the ceilings of the subways. As I waited for my train to take me home, I watched
the info-stream. |
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Aug '00
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Duces Tecum
By: Mitzel
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On the last day of my last job, running the bookshop, we were served with a subpoena. The lawyer requested we provide him with
documents-- Duces Tecum is Latin for "Bring 'Em With You, Buddy!" |
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Jul '00
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The Shit Machine
By: Mitzel
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Three years ago, while busy at work with a colleague on some project, we listened to the radio. Over the radio came the news that the Italian-American fashion designer Gianni Versace had been shot and killed on the
front steps of his mansion. My colleague snapped "Good!" with a vehemence I still recall today as shocking. |
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Jun '00
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Less Than Greek
By: Mitzel
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Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak?" This is part of the lyric of "My Funny Valentine," written by Lorenz ("Larry") Hart. These two questions have been peas under my mattress for nearly 40 years.
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May '00
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Body Stuffin'
By: Mitzel
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There I was. Half-clothed, lying on a table in a medical facility, pajama pants pulled down, my butt exposed and available on an examination table, medics about to insert something into my asshole in order to snip
cell samples from my prostrate. |
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Apr '00
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Two Hour Parking
By: Mitzel
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I was walking in the woods the other day-- a warm spring day brings out the Thoreau in me. After hiking a bit, I came to this odd parking area, which was the terminus of this single lane access road that came from I do
not know where. The parking lot was set up for 20 cars or so. Since it was in the middle of nowhere-- I couldn't imagine anyone using it to park, except in the old-fashioned sense, teens in a car parking to have sex late at night,
if they still do. And why shouldn't they?
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Mar '00
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Not Why
By: Mitzel
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I was at my work station, at the bookshop, having a nice chat with an older friend. He's a retired schoolteacher who likes to travel. For whatever reason these things happen, we got onto Presidential politics and then onto
the name of Abraham Lincoln. |
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Feb '00
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Gonads & Class
By: Mitzel
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Not long ago, my dear roommate lost his mother. Well, he didn't lose her; she died. He hadn't seen her for 24 years. After her death, I got the call from the probate court in Connecticut. Seems Mother had left a sizeable estate-- something around ten million pazzoozahs. |
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Jan '00
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My Byzantium
By: Mitzel
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Where do you live? Is it where you want to live? Is it a city on a hill? Are you perhaps one of those people who don't much notice their surroundings? Do you live an interior life? |
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Dec '99
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Eth·a·kull
By: Mitzel
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I live an ethical life. I think about by what means I justify my actions to myself and the world. |
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Nov '99
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Camptown Ladies
By: Mitzel
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A friend and I were speculating about the fate of Chile's ex-dictator Augusto Pinochet. |
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Oct '99
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Joe Smith
By: Mitzel
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The party was filled with genial bores, the kind of queens who talk only about real estate, their fabulous vacations, their pension plans, and always use the
pronoun "we." |
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Sep '99
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Show Hands
By: Mitzel
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Today's meditation is on the longstanding problem: majoritarianism. |
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Aug '99
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The Secret Key
By: Mitzel
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A standard feature of childhood is a wish for a simple explanation for things-- a key to the mysteries of life-- like, why, for
example, grown-ups act as they do. |
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Jul '99
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List-O-Mania
By: Mitzel
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Earlier this year, the publisher Modern Library, an imprint owned by the German outfit Random House, issued a list of what they purported to be the 100 best novels of the 20th century. |
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Jun '99
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7 Deadly Sins
By: Mitzel
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I have just finished reading Gary Indiana's new book,
Three Month Fever, which is his fabulous take on Andrew Cunanan and his lifestyles and murders-- two
white-bread gay guys, a Jewish mogul, a religious fundamentalist, and an Italian designer of prostie outfits. |
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May '99
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Birdies
By: Mitzel
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Many years back, at a time I was a wee tot, I had a transformative experience. |
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Apr '99
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Ex-Straight?
By: Mitzel
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This is a story about a friend of mine; we'll call him Shannon (not his real name). Shannon was one of the joys of gay life. He was always on the cutting edge of fashions and trends. He hosted the wildest parties, knew the cutest people. You could always count on him to show up at demonstrations. He was part of our Fag Rag Collective for many years. |
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Mar '99
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Re:Torts
By: Mitzel
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In David Lehman's recent, and delightful, book,
The Last AvantGarde: The Making of the New York School of
Poets, he recounts this incident. |
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Feb '99
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Triple Play
By: Mitzel
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We now come to write about the following: three good-looking white guys with books coming out. No, this will not be completely Book-Chat. I want to take these
guys as a snapshot of what is out there in texts that tell us where we are and what we might aim for. |
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Jan '99
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As Seen On TV
By: Mitzel
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I was walking through a mall, gilded corridors lined with shops with nothing for me to buy. One shop, which featured gizmos of one sort or another, had a
striking window display. I moseyed over and checked it out. One contraption had attached to it a card which read: "As Seen On TV." The quote marks were on the
card, surrounding the brief text. |
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Dec '98
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Lost Cat
By: Mitzel
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On some mornings, particularly if the weather is nice, I will walk from my apartment building to the subway
entrepôt. |
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Nov '98
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Imagination of the Repressed
By: Mitzel
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In the late Donald Vining's fourth volume of his
Gay Diary (1967- 1975), he writes about his March, 1972, visit to a gay porn theatre to see
Boys in the Sand, a then-famous gay sex flicker. |
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