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When I saw it, it was after all of the hype had diminished and forgotten about. I concur, it was a good, bland movie. But a bland movie with an important story to tell. It had long been alluded to that many of the cowboys that worked on the huge ranches out west, who spent months in a shack/cabin with their work partner, did tend to be what might have been later termed "closeted gay" males. Living as what might be termed "a couple" of sorts. Yet to all the world, they were "normal" straight males. And that's how they led their lives. In an early 1960s cattle drive movie (set in the 1800s), there was a young man who wanted to work on those cattle drives. After their dinner by the camp fire, two of the regular guys asked him into their tent. The next morning, a friend of the drive's leader was talking to the leader. In that scene, the two men helped the young guy to his horse. The friend asked what that was about? The leader said "He had a rough night last night". As if they'd gotten him drunk and he was still very hung over. Considering that scene 60 years later, they probably initiated the young guy that night. Not only keeping him awake too long, but also enjoying themselves, too. Just a short 30 seconds total, in the scenes, but probably more accurate than many might desire to suspect. As to what really went on that night. There were lots of things which were only spoken about in very hushed and private tones of voice. "Naughty" things. Even between males. "Love" could only be between family members and males with females. It was far more common for females to hug and "peck" kiss to greet each other. If two males did that, people would have looked at them funny. Just the way it was in the USA. In France, much different. The simulated sex scene in the tent? I was not impressed. If somebody had not known what was going on, they'd have missed it. Nothing like it really happens at the tubs or on a bed of consenting adult males. Perhaps it was shortened a bit? A take-away is that it takes "two to tango", just don't become serious dance partners. One partner saw what happened on the mountain as "a fling" and the other one took it more seriously. How many of us have been in such a situation? Regardless of the gender of the other person involved. "Brokeback Mountain" proved that it could happen between two males. In more recent years, I'm wondering if the term "bro-mance" might have been justified by that movie? Although it can also mean "male friends helping each other through tough times", as in having sex when the "girlfriend" refuses to do it. A bonding situation of sorts, rather than otherwise, that is not widely talked about. Not to sound flaky, but I suspect that people who were around animals in their earlier years, during puberty, might view the movie differently than somebody who grew up in a big city. Seeing young bulls "play" by trying to ride each other is normal, yet when they get older, they sought out females instead. Or perhaps I was a bit too-enlightened about same sex sex? Whatever . . . It was probably over-hyped a bit, but was significant by any measure.

Editor's note: When EDGE critic David Foucher wrote in December, 2005 that "Brokeback Mountain" was the most important gay film in a decade, who knew it would be the only important gay film of the decade? Perhaps that homophobia that kept the film from winning the Best Picture Oscar the following year remains pervasive in Hollywood. The only major gay Hollywood film in recent times was 2022's "Bros," Billy Eichner's clever contemporary rom-com that was a box office dud, despite being a critics' darling. This past year, "Brokeback" director Ang Lee addressed the controversy of his film losing Best Picture to "Crash," despite winning Best Director and Best Script. "Back then, ['Brokeback Mountain'] had a ceiling. We got a lot of support – up to that much," he told Deadline. "It has that feeling. I wasn't holding a grudge or anything. It's just how they were," Lee said of the Academy at the time. He described the moment when Best Picture was announced. "I got my award, which was [second to] last to the big one, and I was walking off the stage, they called me down, and said, stay here. That's your mark. Everybody assumes you will win, so stay at that mark," Lee said. "Right next to the stage was the curtain. The next was Best Picture. Stay here, just stay here. I saw Jack Nicholson, his profile, he opened the envelope, and I go, 'Oh my god, oh my god.' It took like 10 seconds before he announced, and then he went, 'Crash.'" "Brokeback Mountain" is certainly the most important gay film in a decade; it may also be the bravest. That statement is made with no overt intention to applaud performances which, while unconventional, should in no way malign the careers of Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal. They are superb in the roles of a ranch hand and a rodeo cowboy who unexpectedly fall in love and forge a lasting connection to each other; but they are actors first. We have seen this story of forbidden love before, and those themes of love and loss that make it mythical also, in the absence of mechanisms largely foreign to mainstream audiences such as AIDS or the gay community, are precisely what will have those audiences unwillingly squirming their way an inch closer to tolerance. It's a simple love story, little more; and its sparse approach to gay love is precisely that which makes it brilliant. Ledger and Gyllenhaal play Ennis del Mar and Jack Twist -- two cowboys hired by a local rancher (Randy Quaid) to protect a flock of sheep on Brokeback Mountain over the summer of 1963. Their stated dreams of home ownership, marriage and children are slowly subverted, however, as the two forge a friendship, and then, in a sudden turn of events, a romance. The summer ends, and with it, ostensibly, their hidden affection for each other; but as the years pass and each pursues more traditional goals in life, they find their passion for each other a desperately needed, if increasingly difficult to protect, part of their lives. Alas, about a third of the way into the film Ennis and Jack enjoy a graphic, sexual encounter in their tent, and all over the country that popcorn freezes midway between the butter bucket and its suddenly slack destination, and the gay rights discussion leaps invariably forward. Such is the power of "Brokeback Mountain," wherein passionate embraces between two men are themselves embraced within a dramatic structure that affords them all the special attention of a single sheep in a flock of thousands -- an allegory played out in the film when two flocks are accidentally merged and must be segregated by the colors painted on their backs. The performances by Gyllenhall and Ledger are compelling, particularly the more difficult role portrayed by Ledger, who turns in perhaps the most vociferously muted characterization in years. Supporting cast members Michelle Williams and Anne Hathaway offer a desperately needed balance as the wives of Ennis and Jack; these women are the two individuals most harmed by a society where intolerance is indoctrinated, and infractions disciplined via the court of vigilante justice. The pace of the film is deliberately slow, and frankly, were gay America truly its targeted audience, the film might fail to impress. Our community is not shocked by Ledger and Gyllenhaal sucking face in a pup tent; we're titillated by it, but in fact we're bombarded by gratuitous sexuality in our media on a daily basis. In fact, the LGBTQ+ community may find the story quite methodical in its pacing, and apart from postulating that cowboy life proceeds at this lethargic speed, may misconstrue intent as simply art. Not so: Ang Lee is at the helm. It requires a director known for subtlety to deliver so subtle a film; Lee permits the story its own acceleration, and, instead of attempting to fluff out Annie Prouix's 30-page story with artificial dialogue or plot maneuverings, offers space: panoramic vistas against which this eloquently sad tale might unfold, and sufficient breathing expanse for those initially uncomfortable with the subject matter to term up to its universal appeal. "Brokeback Mountain" is definitively not analogous to an activist with a megaphone, nor is it a gay movie set within territory unfamiliar to those outside the LGBTQ+ community in an attempt to offer a measure of distance between its mainstream demographic and its subject matter. It encroaches directly into the masculine paradigm of the Mid-West, and its weapon of choice is the axiom of love.

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Billy Herrington had a reputation that preceded him. He was used to having his way and getting what he wanted from men. He was a popular bodybuilder and fitness model with a big ass and an even bigger ego. He needed the focus always to be on him and if he didn’t feel he was getting enough attention and the proper treatment he deserved, then he had no use for you. On the weekend, Billy would dance at a local gay strip club for extra cash. Sure, there were other ways of making an extra buck, but Billy loved the attention he would receive from the men ogling his body. One of Billy’s rules though was that he didn’t have to be fully nude or take off his underwear. He felt he was above having to bare it all like the other strippers. Although he often longed for that particular kind of attention the nude strippers would get. One fateful day at the strip club, Billy’s path crossed with a stocky, ruggedly handsome truck driver named Chuck. Chuck wasn’t traditionally the best-looking guy in the world. In fact, you could say he was a bit rough around the edges. He even drove a yellow pickup truck with pink lettering on the sides that captioned “Bussy Wagon”. He had an average-sized cock, but the man had a powerful masculine presence, a cocky demeanor, and oozed with a natural swagger. He’s fucked many-a muscle bottoms that were just like Billy in that wagon. The DJ's voice filled the room as he welcomed Billy onto the stage. He sauntered out in nothing but snap-away pants, adrenaline coursing through his body at the thought of performing for the all-male crowd. But even as he danced, his gaze couldn't help but stray to Chuck's piercing blue eyes, brawny body and mischievous smirk. The truck driver was in an old t-shirt and jeans, looking every bit like the rugged, rough man that Billy secretly craved beneath his pretty facade. Unlike Billy, Chuck didn't try hard, spending countless hours in the gym - he simply radiated virility and manpower and that’s what intimidated Billy the most. Something inside Billy stirred with a conflicted mixture of fear and desire, an unquenchable yearning to be dominated by this rugged man. It was a direct challenge to his own pride and ego. Billy felt threatened and drawn to Chuck at the same time. During Billy’s sensual performance, Chuck would lick his lips and loudly yell crude obscenities and catcalls, especially when Billy would bend over making the crowd laugh. Every time he was subjected to those lewd remarks, a part of him wanted to act offended, but deep down he loved the attention and desired more. Billy fought an inner battle between accepting Chuck's behavior and standing up for himself, unsure which would be more beneficial for his pride. Every vulgar phrase, smirk, and expression from Chuck sent sparks of pleasure through Billy's body, even if he knew it was wrong. He fought hard to keep his secret hidden, putting on a risqué show in hopes of keeping Chuck's attention. When it was all said and done, Billy knew he never wanted that beefy man to lose interest in him and made it his goal to go home with Chuck at the end of the night so he danced like no tomorrow. A chill ran down Billy's spine as he saw Chuck Flirting with a young hunky cocktail waiter named Logan during his performance. Every brush of Chuck's hand against Logan’s body felt like a thousand needles stabbing through him. Suddenly, Chuck gave Billy a menacing smirk. Chuck knew exactly what he was doing—toying with him, teasing him with the attention that he wanted so badly. A rush of panic came over Billy as his heart raced. This pushed Billy over the edge. He felt helpless and vulnerable on the inside. Now even outwardly frustrated, the crowd of regulars were taking notice. Desperate to reclaim some modicum of control, Billy ripped off his briefs and flung them aside. The crowd gasped in awe; they had never seen this side of Billy before, but they relished the moment. Chuck just stared back at him, delighting in his own power and mastery over Billy and his ability to make him desperately panic for his affection. Billy was exposing his naked body in public, all the while not realizing that he was only doing it for one man. Betraying his own morals for a stranger. How did he get here? How did he let some sleazy truck driver get the best of him? Billy bent over on all fours exposing his hole to Chuck and thought maybe if he got Chuck to come up to the stage and start eating his ass, then maybe it will save me from losing in this game of power. Chuck just watched Billy with an amused—almost cruel smirk on his face. Chuck grabbed his crotch and, in a low growl, said the words that both scared and excited Billy; “I can have you whenever and however I want” His voice reverberated through the air, leaving no doubt that he held all power in this situation. Fear and lust consumed Billy. By now, it was clear to everyone in the room what was happening. The crowd encouraged the stripper to go to the buff trucker. With it all out on the table and nothing to lose, Billy scurried off the stage, almost falling, and ran straight for the burly truck driver and straddled him with intense passion and lust. He then bounced and twerked up and down uncontrollably and placed Chuck's strong man hands on his already spread open ass cheeks opening them up even more. Billy plants a deeply passionate kiss on Chuck and they make out while Chuck plays with Billy’s ass and fingers Billy’s hole. The crowd chants “Fill Bill!” as Billy unzips Chuck's blue jeans and slowly guides Chuck’s cockhead inside his anxious hole. Inch by the hard cock goes further and further inside his hungry hole. Never has Billy felt so lucky. The muscly stripper starts to slowly ride the big man for all to see and all to cheer on. Chuck was filling the secret muscle sub up and the crowd was loving it. They were putting on a show and thanks to Billy, Chuck’s star power was rising quickly. He was a new fan favorite, and the crowd loved him. Chuck smiled as he took in the sight of Billy's tight body and bouncing man tits before him. Chuck’s cock wasn't huge, but it was certainly hard enough to provide plenty of pleasure for the both of them. "You like this cock inside you? Huh?," Chuck growled, pushing his way inside of Billy with a quick thrust. Billy grunted, already feeling the pleasure and pain that Chuck was inflicting on his body. With each thrust, Chuck increased his intensity until eventually he picked up Billy and dropped him back onto the stage in a display of dominance. Chuck grabbed onto Billy's legs and spread them wide apart, driving himself deeper into Billy with each hit. Both men were breathing heavily now as they felt their passions growing. "Fuck me!" Billy screamed out, overwhelmed by the sensations that were coursing through him. "You're the man! You own this bussy!" Chuck laughed and pulled one of Billy's arms free, allowing him to get some leverage as he released an explosive cumshot on the stage below him. Chuck filled up his bottom with his hot cum, making Billy moan in pleasure at every sensation that was radiating through his body. Billy groaned in ecstasy, his body shaking with pleasure. He stayed on all fours, reveling in the afterglow of what they just shared. Chuck pressed close to him, their sweat mingling together as one. "Oh my god," Billy breathed out, feeling an intense wave surge through him again. His voice grew louder with every syllable. "That was...incredible." Chuck let out a gruff laugh, thrusting inside him one last time before finally withdrawing. Billy looked up at him and smiled softly. "Thank you," he said gratefully. After taking a breath, Billy asks Chuck to join him in the shower, which Chuck passes on. As much as Billy wants to keep Chuck’s load inside him, he wants to make room for more of Chuck’s loads, so he gives Chuck a big kiss and heads to the shower alone but still on Cloud 9 from the events of the night. He just knows he’s hit the jackpot, and he’s going home with Chuck and his excitement and anticipation for the future is through the roof. Billy finishes his shower, reluctantly releasing Chuck’s load, and goes back to the club area to find Chuck but to his surprise, his precious Chuck is nowhere to be found, he asks around but is met with shrugs. The surrounding mood changes as he immediately notices an energy of indifference that he never received and he can just feel his respect level with the clubgoers has significantly faded. Glances toward the window with a view of the parking lot peak Billy’s curiosity. Billy looks out the window and sees Chuck kissing Logan before declaring, “My name is Chuck and I like to fuuuuuuuuck!” and getting into the Bussy Wagon and speeding off together. Billy stood there motionless, his face drained of color. His heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest as he watched the Bussy Wagon drive off into the night. He felt completely humiliated, a feeling that was increasingly amplified by the indifferent glances of the clubgoers that were suppose to be his loyal fans that put him on a pedestal. He wanted to scream out in anguish, but no sound escaped his lips as his eyes stared off into the darkness long after Chuck disappeared with Logan.

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His slender toes wiggled with delight as Carol and Eric pleasured him above in these new and exciting ways. The toy buzzed deep within Rex's ass cavern and sent him into a new chorus of vocalizations. "Ohhhh.....wow.......mmmmmmm......love the bumps......OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!" My tongue moved close to Rex's big toe...nearly tasting the pink, soft flesh. Suddenly, Rex pulled his foot away as his whole body jerked and heaved in near orgasmic bliss. Carol now was biting and suckling one of Rex's tight pink nipples and Rex's head rolled from side-to-side as he moaned deeply from within. The toy buzzed and Eric moved down and began to nuzzle and lap at Rex's incredibly tight ball sack...over filled and just about erupt! Carol's meaty man hand worked the foreskin up and over again and again and again...Rex's now bright purple-red cock knob oozed and dribbled...Carol pumped on! "Ohhhhh.....OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Rex nearly screamed as white cum shot up in several strong bursts from his flesh rod. Carol squeezed his cock tightly and milked it dry as more creamy white man-juice poured down all over her hand. I rose up and walked away. My legs were shaking and my head throbbing. I made my way down to the living room as I heard the sounds of Carol and Eric dressing above me. I was shocked...I thought they would have orgasms as well....but maybe not. I sat in the large chair in the corner where Rex's discarded close lay in a heap. Carol and Eric marched down the steps and came over to me; they were dressed and ready to leave. "No orgasm for you two?" I queried. "Oh, no....never on our first meeting! Only the submissive gets to cum. Rexy pooh will call us when he wants to visit us for more fun...and guess what you old rag-bag?...we have a swing and I have a strap-on dildo! Just imagine that....you old voyeur! You'll have to imagine it...because you, honey, are not invited!" Carol snapped. After rude manly Carol and her strange husband left, I moved back to the upstairs and picked up Rex's discarded pattern socks. The blue argyle print was old and worn. The fabric was soft and I held one to my nose...Rex's sweet manly scent permeated the toe and arch area. I lowered it down and worked it inside my underwear thru my now open fly. I rubbed my cock back and forth with Rex's worn sock...the sensations flooded through me as I reached a full blown conclusion- all over the sock. Rex tottered in from the bathroom and dropped to his bed. He was still nude and so inviting as I tried to cover up my jerking off with his sock! He opened his eyes dreamily and looked over at me in the corner. "You can say I'm nuts for what just happened...but Lenny, I had fun...and it was a lot of new fun...I have to admit!" Rex said smiling sweetly up at me. "I know....I realise based on what Carol said downstairs just now that you will play...without me...and that's ok...you must live your life...and just...fill me in...for my own voyeuristic jollies !" I added with a grin and moved to stand over him. "Carol said to call her for another meeting...and I am very keen to do it...I'd love to see what else those two can get up to!! Oh, I must add that a few other opportunities are looking good as well...but they are without you physically being there...but I will share all the juicy details over coffee the mornings after...I promise!" Rex said reaching up and rubbing my arm. "The photos will be emailed to me from today...you can add them to your collection of me...for fun!" Rex giggled, causing his golden body to titter pleasantly before me. "I am on coffee duty. I want to know what you enjoyed today...each and every sensation...meet me in your kitchen in five minutes...don't be late...and stay naked!" I added with a knowing wink. Rex was growing...growing away from me. I was too old to think about confining this horny stud to a "relationship"...he was a true player....not a husband...a purely sexual guy who loved sex with both men and women. A man who wanted to taste it all....all the flavours! I must just enjoy being the voyeur on the outside looking in...I shall always be Rex's biggest fan! Oh, by the way, I took both his whiffy socks from that day. I never washed them...I keep them-one stained with my cum. And they remind me of my Rex, your Rex...the world’s Rex! More to cum!!!! Rex has so many sexy times to come...and I mean CUM! Keep reading and commentingXX DJ

This is a long one so pour a cup of coffee or whatever... I've really enjoyed reading Marilu Henner's book "Total Memory Makeover"... I'm going to share with you some of the memories rediscovered and others that I've fine tuned from the exercises she provides... I'll start by saying... I've written something a bit longer than usual this week so pardon my indulgence... and also memories like everything else in life you have to be able to embrace the bitter and the sweet... I'll be honest with you... I've sugar coated almost everything my entire life and in some instances it was a mistake but I've learned in my reminiscing that sometimes it's as necessary as facing the truth naked in front of a mirror with the morning sun blasting through the window... all these memories have brought back so many images of people and events and I'm no more clear about some of them than before but I've figured out quite a bit about myself and about many of the people who were or are still involved in my life and where I want to go with all of this in the future... I can't urge you enough to try this with your bank of life memories... Because you can use your past as a blueprint for the future... there is no successful business or sports team in the world that does not keep detailed records of past victories and losses to use them as tools for future success... for me this has been a great tool to learn from some of my mistakes (and other peoples mistakes too)... but it's reawakened a voice and some forgotten dreams as well. I'm not sharing the very personal situations and what was discovered examining those here... merely the paths I once walked and recently revisited to find some of the answers I've been looking for. I really just started becoming a person with a voice and some ideas and ideals worth believing in during The 60's... here is a fast rundown on the events that have stayed with me... The books I remember most vividly reading... The Silent Spring The Games People Play Valley of the Dolls In Cold Blood The Feminine Mystique Unsafe At Any Speed Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test These are the events that sick out most in my mind for some reason... 1961 - The Peace Corps created by newly elected President Kennedy... I almost joined after college but got caught up with something else... 1963 - Martin Luther King delivers his "I Have A Dream" speech and it was discussed in depth at school and at our dinner table the next day... 1963 - President Kennedy is assassinated in Dallas, Texas... during class and in the hallways and when we were released from school that day almost everyone I encountered was crying or had been crying... I learned an early life lesson here about how people react to a tragedies... and their stand on issues such as race and segregation. 1964 - The Beatles were on the Ed Sullivan Show... I remember watching this like it was last night... Around this time television in our house went from B&W to color and the shows started dealing with the issues important to the era... Marlo Thomas played the first single career woman since "Our Miss Brooks" and Diane Carroll played a single mom raising her son while Merv Griffin brought the most thought provoking people from the current political arena, athletes and the arts and entertainment industries into everyone's living room five days a week... From the late 60's and well into the seventies I watched Hawaii 5-O on Sunday night and from the second I heard the iconic theme it marked the end of the weekend and time to start thinking about a new week. There were only about four or five television stations in those days and surprisingly there seemed to be more and better programing than now... . The events that transpired in late 60's into the 70's the the feelings I have from them are still fresh for me from the killing of King and Kennedy and the horror of Kent State It seemed like the whole world changed in terms or class and racial and political protests that culminated in 1969 with walking on the moon and a new generation with a voice... I remember looking up at the moon while it was being broadcast on television and feeling like I was living in a time that was part a miracle... and wondered what Neil Armstrong was thinking at that exact second. The war in Vietnam marks most of my memory of the 60's as it was the first thing I took a stand for if you don't count a few scathing and somewhat emotional reports I wrote in school on the holocaust, the internment of Japanese-Americans during WW2 and finally "The Lunatic Joseph McCarthy" (that was the actual title of the paper) ... (ironically the only spot on my record at the time was an arrest from being part of a peaceful demonstration sit-in at the UC Berkley campus in the early 70's) Somewhere in all of this the Hells Angels scared the crap out of most people in LA and fast food restaurants started popping up everywhere and credit cards started becoming very popular! I remember routine air raid and earth quake drills in school. Divorce rates seemed to sky rocket in the late 60's for some reason... I remember thinking at the time there were people who should never have gotten divorced and did and a few who should have and did not. I faced some major turning points in my life that summer but in August 1969 --- Los Angeles went into shock with with the brutal murders of Sharon Tate and four others ... I did not hear about the murders until I got to Honolulu the next day... but I remember thinking that all this happened in the city I was sleeping in that night before ... (I had just seen her a week or two before buying baby clothes in Beverly Hills) I remember feeling sick when the details were subsequently reported on the news... and then with the murders of Leno and Rosemary LaBianca reported everyone in LA was on edge and for months no one talked about anything else speculating about The Hells Angles or drug dealers or black militants... until Manson's arrest... then suddenly no one felt safe anymore; paranoia and fear were incorporated into the lives and attitudes of almost everyone in the area who most had previously been living fairly easy and relatively carefree lives... It was the first time we took care to lock our doors at night... soon we had a gate, then a guard dog and then an alarm... were we safe yet?... many thought so until the Hillside Strangler slithered into the area a little later in the 70's The Movies that really stick out to me are ... A Man And A Woman That Man From Rio (I've had a crush on John Paul Belmondo my entire life) The Birds Gypsy Charade Caprice The Glass Bottom Boat Inside Daisy Clover Valley Of The Dolls Barefoot In The Park Bonny And Clyde Guess Who's Coming To Dinner? The Group The April Fools Midnight Cowboy Funny Girl Hello Dolly The Graduate Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid Easy Rider (the ending still haunts me) The music seemed to go from wholesomeness of the 50's to a more raw and thought provoking genre and a newer cooler vibe (or so we thought)... I still love listening to The Beach Boys! As far as fashion goes it became un-boring. There were bright colors and bold patterns. And heaven forbid the polyester pant suit and the Nehru jacket. My personal favorite fashion memory was my black turtleneck sweater... It was very avant-garde and raised more than a few eyebrows; black was not chic then. but rather racy and bohemian... This was the period I started really becoming interested in the theatre and the arts... the decade started with Toys In The Attic and A Raisin In The Sun and Gypsy with Ethel Merman and The Sound Of Music and Once Upon A Mattress (I saw it with Carol Burnett and Tina Louise) and later Brenda Vaccaro in Cactus Flower and Jerry Orbach in Promises, Promises... and there was a new day dawning on "The Great White Way" in 1969... I shall never forget seeing Hair. My brother and I were in Italy briefly during the riots, fighting and bombings in 1969 and I remember us watching from the hotel window with the naive idealism thinking this was isolated and hoping against hope something like this would never happen again... but in the morning learning of all the injured and dead we knew it was probably just the beginning... I was in Italy several times in the coming years during some of the many general strikes but most were harmless and it became just one of the many subtle nuances and charms of visiting Italy during that era... but I started being more mindful and got into the habit of registering with the Embassy offices when I was traveling (I still do) ... I got invited to a few swell parties from doing so... I suspect protocol has changed because I have not been invited to an Embassy shin-dig since the 80's. The 70's were just swell for me ... I was going to college and then I stated working... and evolving... and the only job I could get with a college degree at the time was as a flight attendant with Pan Am. The thing that I remember vividly is having a lot of sex and getting high and there seemed to be no harsh consequences in fast living... No one had even heard of AIDS yet... So in no particular order... Entertainment... I spent quite a bit of time at Elstree Studios near London up until about 1976 so those memories might deserve an entire segment of their own but the most notable memories for me are the filming of The Boy Friend, Julia, Valentio, Superman... Murder on The Orient Express and The Greek Tycoon... Some of the other entertaining features of the decade that stick out in my mind are... Mia Farrow being on the first cover of People Magazine promoting The Great Gatsby... OK I have to confess I don't always love the critically acclaimed and award winning movies the best... some of them include... The Summer Of 42, Love Story. The Way We Were, 11 Harrowhouse, Shampoo, The Godfather, What's Up Doc?, The That's Entertainment movies, Lady Sings The Blues, The Turning Point and I became a big fan of Francois Truffaut during the 70's and liked Small Change and Day For Night best. I have a lot of memories tied up with the filming and post production relating to the movies Grease... Jaws... and a couple of the Airport sequel movies. (I did a number of small and bit parts in film and television in the 70's) too much to list here but I remember telling someone once on the set of a really... really bad Irwin Allen disaster movie (worse than Lipstick with Margaux Hemingway... I'm not kidding)..."I'm not turning down Shakespeare In The Park to do schlock... I'm taking the best things being offered!"... I could write a book about the parts I auditioned for and did not get... but I ended up working quite a bit and meeting some really fun and interesting people... But then much like now I made most of my living doing back up vocals for established artists and singing snappy jingles on television commercials. There had never been anything like A Chorus Line on Broadway and starting in 1975... it became the hottest ticket in town for a long, long time! Theoni Aldridge who did the costumes and who also won an academy award for her costuming in The Great Gatsby understood probably better than anyone before or since what costuming a show was about... (I had one of the mens finale costumes on once... when I went in for a fitting for something else)... But the decade started with Blythe Danner winning best supporting actress for drama in Butterflies Are Free, and Lauren Bacall winning best actress in a musical for Applause. During the 70's I loved Company, Grease and Follies, The Prisoner Of Second Avenue, A Little Night Music, Pippin, Chapter Two and developed a deep admiration and respect for Colleen Dewhurst in A Moon For The Misbegotten and Madeline Kahn in Boom Boom Room and later Bernadette Peters in Mack And Mable finally the decade went out with such shows as Sweeney Todd, They're Playing Our Song, On Golden Pond and The Elephant Man... ((sigh) I wish there were as many wonderful choices and talented people working in theatre today... In television Saturday Night Live debuts... it became cool to stay home on Saturday night and get high and order Dominos pizza... eventually in the 80's I learned to make a better pizza. The MTM enterprises were formed including The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Rhoda, Phyllis, The Bob Newhart show and probably my favorite show of all time Hill Street Blues... (I rode with the Hill Street cast in one of the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parades... we had a blast and I was told by people watching at home it showed... wish I had it on tape) ABC Monday Night Football and ABC Wide World Of Sports... and Battle Of The Network Stars... ABC Movie Of The Week... made for television movies (that were really good) The four that really stand out for me are The Affair with Natalie Wood and Robert Wagner and Brief Encounter with Sophia Loren and Richard Burton and The Sex Symbol with Connie Stevens and Shelly Winters and Say Goodbye Maggie Cole with Susan Hayward, Michael Constantine and me. And can't forget the ABC after school specials... I remember Go Ask Alice best... (Don't ask why) Charlie's Angles--- and Farrah Fawcett became a cultural icon of the decade for many "The Swimsuit Poster" hit the market and sealed here face and nipples in history and in the minds of many adolescent boys forever. M*A*S*H... the movie appealed to me more but I have subsequently seen all the sitcom episodes on television reruns. Masterpiece Theatre on PBS... most memorable to me was "Upstairs Downstairs" series on Sunday night... if you missed it (I rarely did)... they did a rerun on Tuesday night) Cable TV is introduced and HBO shows movies and programing without commercials (gratuitous nudity and fairly graphic sex and violence hit home television for the first time) Fashion I wore a lot of Adidas short shorts and tennis shoes during the 70's.... Ray-Ban mirrored aviator sunglasses and a baseball cap (I still work that look) I remember having really big hair especially in high humidity. I also owned bell bottom jeans and clogs and Famolare wave shoes and had Nik Nik shirts and it was around this time I started going commando most of the time. I wore a POW/MIA bracelet even after the war ended (eventually I mailed it to the family when it became clear he was not coming home from Vietnam many years later) I think my brother was the first person alive to own a pair of Birkenstock's (and I'm pretty sure he bought them at a health food store) And then came Calvin Klein jeans...(who knew jeans could cost so much? All the cool kids I knew removed the Calvin Klein label after a few washes so only the dark patch where the label used to be was visible)... I've never been a label queen. Books When I was in grad school and extremely busy either studying or working in the 70's so I did not read much unless it had to do with my thesis or was a script or sheet music... The only two things that spring to mind are The Other Side Of Midnight by Sidney Sheldon (it was unputdownable I read it cover to cover on a flight from NY to LA and LA to Honolulu)... ...and the Joy Of Sex... I remember in my mind thinking the drawings of the people all looked like Charles Manson and Squeaky Fromme having sex at every possible angle... my eyes are still burned with those images... As the foundations for gender equality were being built... I think perhaps the debut of Ms. magazine in December of 1971 gave many woman a voice they had never had in the media before and it helped shaped the focus and strength of the woman's rights movement ... and for others Playgirl magazine hit the news stand in January of 1973. The Events I remember best are I attended the winter Olympic games in Japan The Kent State shootings Watergate The end of the Vietnam War Cigarette Ads were banned from television (Veronica Hamill was in the last one for Virginia Slims during the Johnny Carson Show just before midnight on 1 January 1971 ...) The Israeli athletes killed at the Olympics in Munich... (I left almost immediately) The first oil crisis where you had to wait on line for gas and suddenly you could not fill your tank, get a coke and a pack of cigarettes and still get change from a ten dollar bill. Abortion becomes legal Mikhail Baryshnikav defects from the Soviet Union The Billie Jean King vs. Bobby Riggs tennis match. Patty Hearst is kidnapped Spider Sabich is killed by Claudine Longet Elvis Dies (a dear family friend died the same day and I have more vivid memories of her and the events that followed... as I was not really an Elvis fan) Jimmy Hoffa disappears The Alaska pipeline The Bicentennial in the US and almost in the same breath when NYC asked for a government bailout. There is so much more to it but people started to really care about being physically fit and healthy... at least I did and the people I knew...I was based in Honolulu with Pan Am and my friends and I all ran in the Honolulu Marathon in 1974... in addition it was around the time that I made a promise and commitment to myself to never discuss my feelings about politics or religion with business associates or colleagues... I still don't... and rarely with friends and family. The 80's were such a mixed bag in my life and memory... and while it started with so many wonderful experiences and opportunities it subsequently became scarred with death, loss and regrets ... It seemed to me at the time the world was heading in a direction that was becoming increasingly difficult to navigate or even tread water sometimes... at least for me it was. I've talked to other people who said it was the best decade of their life...so everyones lives run at different rhythms and cycles... but I think we are still bound by certain common beliefs and individual differences. I was somewhat disillusioned with my little career, and finally made the commitment to finish grad school... the news the decade for me seemed to start off with the death of Gower Champion--- I still think about him when I past The Winter Garden Theatre.. and later John Lennon ... the day and my memories of it still run high when I walk by Yoko Ono's memorial for him in Central Park or The Dakota not far away... I met Bjorn Borg at Wimbeldon, he was very handsome and charming to my best friend and I... I don't think she ever got over meeting him... or eating strawberries and cream with him... The same friend and I had a blast at the Olympics in LA where I worked as. Lifeguard for the water events and had passes for the entire event... a few years before I went to the Lake Placid Events with another friend and her brother... I was becoming addicted to going to the Olympic games... I was not to attend again until the Lillehammer games in 1994 when I went back working briefly with ABC Sports covering the events. I was in London by coincidence during the wedding of Prince Charles and Lady Diana... What a mob... the most vivid memory I have of that trip is getting the worst haircut of my life at Vidal Sassoon (who ever thought that rat tail thing was OK? and dyed purple to boot... I cut it off when I finally got home that night ) Later that year Natalie Wood died and about a year later Princess Grace died.. it seemed ironic at the time because I was standing in the exact same place when I heard the news about both of them (the elevator lobby at the I.Magnin in Beverly Hills)... A couple of serious life events in tandem forced me to take a time out for a couple of years and try to put the all the pieces of my life back together again... but unlike Humpty Dumpty I went back to Hawaii and started to sort things out there to make a new game plan... So... I got back in the game in 1986... I remember driving and bursting into tears when I heard on the radio that the space shuttle had exploded (As a rule I don't cry that easily)... the Chernobyl disaster seemed to parallel the tempest in the tea cup of how my life appeared to me or at least the reflection of it in the mirror or the reruns that ran through my mind as I tried to find sleep and some form of peace and escape from demons real and imagined as I walked a tight rope over my emotions and memories from the events in my personal life over the past few years. Somewhere around here so many of my friends started dying of Aids and I started my lifelong (hate is really too strong of a word) indifference toward Madonna... I never really had the Judy gene either...(but Liza used to live in the same building as a good friend and I met and chatted with her on the elevator and in the lobby a few times... she was tres charmant)... it was around this time Jane Fonda picked up the fitness craze and everyone stated getting in shape even if it was just between doing lines of coke and shots of Stoli. I remember that a lot of people were watching Dallas on television, (I never saw the show) I still have no idea who shot JR! I was watching another early reality show called Dynasty... I had a friend who was on the show briefly. The only thing I really watched with any sort of real regularity was Magnum P.I. and Kate And Allie, Murphy Brown and The Days And Nights Of Molly Dodd... thanks to being able to video tape your favorite programs for the first time... I was able to tune into what I or my friends were involved in... here is a fun fact you might enjoy... I was on Fame twice... but not actually as part of the cast and action... I was on the television being broadcast within the scene both times (I was hoping for a third... but c'est la vie!) I have very broad shoulders and the big shoulder pads in the clothes during the 80's made me look like a cartoon. Much like the 60's I started it with a crew cut but this time you added mousse and gel and spray so that it felt like plastic instead of human hair and I ended the decade with a shoulder length ponytail. During the 70's and again briefly in the 80's (Pan Am was good about giving leave of absences) I was involved in four different shows on and off b-way and one national tour so I did not get a chance to see as much theatre as I would have liked but I did manage see Chess in London and loved it. In between my own curtain calls or making rounds and auditioning I did manage see Song And Dance, Phantom of the Opera, m Butterfly and Les Miz... and oops almost... forgot I also saw Extremities and Night Mother when I was cheered up enough from other issues to venture out again... When life started to return to some semblance of normalcy the bombing of Pan Am Flt 103 pulled the carpet out from under me again... I lost a very dear friend in the disaster. ... prior to this and almost immediately after I was a passenger involved with two other airline mishaps and the sum total of the emotional roller coaster I was riding really took it's toll on me so ... I decided to leave Pan Am worked on trying recover from grief, loss and confusion ... and once again trying to map out and execute a tentative plan for the future... I went to visit friends in The US Virgin Islands just in time to get swept up in Hurricane Hugo in September of 89 and after I got dried off from that adventure; not quite a month later I went to San Francisco for a few days of R&R before going to work on a new project in LA only to get caught in an earthquake and stranded there for a few extra days ... when the dust started to settle from everything I felt some sense of relief that the 80's were ending and took the fall of The Berlin Wall as a positive omen for the future... In the 90's I finally had to face the fact that I was not getting any younger and I needed to settle down and grow up.. well at least settle down a little... I decided to spread my wings again and tried interacting with new people, places, things and career choices... I had a friend who had walked down 60 flights of stairs when the World Trade Center was bombed in 1993 and lost his life when the twin towers crumbled less that a decade later... I still had a strong sense of Olympic pride and went to Atlanta the next year with another friend and like before we left almost immediately after the bombing .... at the dawn of a new century I met the love of my life and he became a symbol of hope and belonging again and we started working to build our life on a solid foundation... for some reason around this time I lost the taste for scotch and subsequently quit smoking and with renewed vim and vigor and with the money saved we refurnished our apartment... I was in NYC the morning of 11 September 2001... and to be honest with you I don't think I have been the same since... not worse but not better... just changed... because it seems that from the time that passed since I watched the riots in Italy from a hotel window... and being overcome by horror at two Olympic events and the nightmares I had following the Pan Am bombing to watching the media images of political and religious violence in the form of bombings, assassinations and street warfare between rival militant factions... we seem now live in a world where terrorism is part of all of our lives every day... sometimes it touches us and sometimes it is far away but our souls are still permanently stained from all of it... and despite as far as we have come with so many important issues... we still live in a world of intolerance and prejudice and division ... and I'm so sad that this is the common thread woven into the fabric of the world through all of the years that I witnessed progress, change and growth and for some reason no one seems any closer to figuring out a way to forge new frontiers and tear down the real walls that divide us and take the initiative to propose an idea for programs that will build a new improved and better world without all the senseless violence we are starting to take for granted. This is not the world I envisioned I would be a part of the on the night so long ago when I looked up at the two men on the moon. Hopefully someday soon the clouds will part and in the dawn of a new day we can face the world we live in with hope and optimism again. Why is it so difficult to take the things that we have in common and make them work with instead of against our individual differences? According to Don McLean the lyrics "The Day The Music Died" in his song "American Pie" were originally inspired by the death of Buddy Holly when Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper were killed in a plane crash after a concert. McLean wrote the song from his memories of the event... Many have tried to argue that it meant the death of President Kennedy and others have since attributed it to other monumental events... but for me it will be when the world has to accept terrorism, war, violence and death as a part of everyday life and we don't have the voice to bring the necessary actions for changes to end it.