Chess (3*)

This self-described "Cold War musical" hasn't improved much since I took David to see it for his birthday in the spring of 1988, just after he'd turned 34, although the name of the American who "plays to win" in its overdetermined love triangle has since acquired an abhorrent political significance that must be explained away.

Bryce Pinkham plays the role of the Arbiter, expanded to break the fourth wall by writer Danny Strong who also employs him to clarify the original book's naive metaphor for a nearly disastrous NATO war game, the specifics of which are now mostly forgotten. Surprisingly, in a cast that stars Lea Michele (joyless, but that voice!) and Aaron Tveit (anachronistically scraggly), Pinkham's Tony-nominated performance, infused with the energy of a sly carnival barker, is far and away the best reason to see the show, although there's no denying the awesome power of Nicholas Christopher's baritone.  It fills the cavernous Imperial Theater as fully as a huge pipe organ might.

You still have to work through a lot of impenetrable lyrics and repetitive KGB/CIA machinations to get to the catchy "One Night in Bangkok" (immortalized by Murray Head, the bisexual love interest in Sunday Bloody Sunday) which opens the second act, and "I Know Him So Well," but even these hits lack the ear-worm quality that defines the songwriting of Benny Andersson and Björn Ulvaeus, the creative team behind Abba. The choreography, though danced well, seems unnecessarily authoritarian and a minimalist stage set--look hard and you'll see missiles integrated into the chess pieces that flank the stage--comes to colorful life only briefly in Bangkok while at other times resembling the British House of Commons.

Nor would knowledge of the game have improved my enjoyment of the sludgy production. Apparently, Michael Mayer, usually a skilled director, failed to employ a chess consultant when staging the competition between the reigning American champion and his ready-to-defect Soviet challenger.  A perplexed chess player a few seats away complained during intermission that the announced moves didn't make any sense after his wife thanked me for asking a young woman behind us to stop screaming after every number.  

The screamer, who seemed to think she was in the audience the first time Beatles performed on the Ed Sullivan Show, threatened to puncture our eardrums as well those of several other baby boomers seated in front of her, who kept giving her the evil eye. She finally met my furiously whispered request with a Gen Z stare as her boyfriend explained "leave us alone, we're just trying to express our enthusiasm."  To make matters worse, the fidgety woman seated to my left, slapped me with her program, while assuring the couple their behavior was perfectly fine and then threatened to call an usher!

How awful when there's more drama in the audience than on stage.  Sigh.

What They Said: May 2026

“We can’t do that [have Evita sing from an outdoor balcony as Rachel Zegler did on the West End] in New York," said composer Andrew Lloyd Webber. "I mean, something awful could happen. We have gun laws in Britain.” (New York Times, May 1)

“Google and Meta were already winning [in the online advertising business], and now, with these A.I. tools, they’re now lapping the field,” said Luke Stillman, a Madison and Wall managing director. (New York Times, May 1)

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“But I rarely, if ever, get threats for being gay or for being a woman,” said Dana Nessel, an attorney general who in 2018 became  the first openly gay person elected to a statewide office in Michigan. “They have been fast and furious and nearly always about me being Jewish.” (New York Times, May 2)

“It’s exactly what I think the president always wanted, which is, it’s for everybody and art matters,” Williams said Tod Williams, one of the architects who designed Chicago's Obama Center. “Music will matter, reading will matter, play will matter.” (New York Times, May 2)

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“The standard curriculum was a thesis-driven research essay that students completed on their own time outside of class,” said Marc Watkins, who directs the A.I. Institute for Teachers at the University of Mississippi. “That is, unfortunately, gone.” (New York Times, May 2)

“I must have seen ‘Taxi Driver’ 10 times,” said Stephanie Chernikowski who documented the nascent punk rock scene at CBGB and other downtown clubs. “It transformed the city’s sleaze into a ballet of lights and sounds with its brilliant camerawork. The streets became my studio.” (New York Times, May 2)

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“It’s a huge mess,” said Lionel Rainey III, a Republican strategist in Louisiana, referring to the cancellation of House primary elections in Louisiana as a result of a Supreme Court decision last week overturning part of the Voting Rights Act. “It’s a nightmare scenario for election officials, and there is going to be unquestionably mass confusion at the polls.” (New York Times, May 4)

“You’ll see a patient in consultation who has been parked on a medication which seems to be ineffective for years, and you’ll ask, ‘Why are you still on this medicine?’” said Dr. Joseph F. Goldberg, a past president of the American Society of Clinical Psychopharmacology, which convened a group of 45 psychiatrists to agree on basic principles for “deprescribing,” as supervised drug tapering is sometimes called. “We’ve got a bugaboo going about passive re-prescribing, and I hope we’ll see much less of that.” (New York Times, May 4)

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“If a slave ship docked today in Mombasa with a banner saying, ‘Slaves required in the West,’” said Kenyan senator Okoiti Andrew Omtatah, “you would not have space on that ship.” (New York Times, May 5)

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“Donald Trump has ruled the Republican Party and the Republican base, and he obviously continues to do so,” said Whit Ayres, a longtime Republican pollster after five Republicans opposed to redistricting lost state state races to primary candidates endorsed by the President.  “While MAGA influencers and elites may have broken with the president on the war, MAGA Republicans are 100 percent, or maybe 90 percent, behind it.” (New York Times, May 7)

“It’s OK to think of [Tik Tok & Instagram] as the Doritos or Oreos of digital content and just say, ‘I’m an adult, I don’t need this stuff,’” said Cal Newport, a computer science professor at Georgetown University.  (New York Times, May 7)

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“We’re absolutely underestimating wellness influencers,” said Mariah Wellman, who studies digital wellness communities at Michigan State University. “They no longer just shape what we buy or wear,” she said, but also “influence our lifestyle choices, what we put in our bodies.”   (New York Times, May 10)

“Embracing veterans was a brilliant political move that erased the liberal-left coding that psychedelics have had since the 1960s,” said Michael Pollan, whose 2018 book on the resurgence of psychedelics, How to Change Your Mind, helped catalyze mainstream acceptance of the drugs.   (New York Times, May 10)

“We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread,” wrote Viktor Frankl, an Austrian psychiatrist and concentration camp survivor in his memoir, Man's Search for Meaning. “They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.”  (New York Times, May 10)

“Ted [Turner] bought MGM so he could own Gone With the Wind,’” Jane Fonda said of her husband in 2020. “I mean, Gone With the Wind — he lives by that. ‘The land is the only thing that matters, Scarlett. The land is the only thing that lasts!’ That’s why he owns two million acres, because of Scarlett O’Hara.”   (New York Times, May 10)

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“The traditional way tech executives operate is to insulate themselves from being perceived as ordinary people by building huge armies of minders, public relations staff and organizational processes to create a wholly manufactured image,” said Dex Hunter-Torricke, the founder of the Center for Tomorrow, a nonprofit addressing societal issues that could arise from A.I. “The moment you have the opportunity to pull back the curtain, Wizard of Oz style, shows how these people really are just human beings.”   (New York Times, May 12)

“Before Trump, you could be really surprised by something you saw in the news about a politician,” said Pat Dennis, the head of American Bridge, a Democratic opposition research firm. “After Trump, everything is kind of boring in comparison, compared to the level of scandal.”  (New York Times, May 12)

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“Trump seems to think he can charm Xi Jinping,” said Melanie Hart, the senior director of the Atlantic Council’s Global China Hub. “But Xi is not a relationship guy. Xi really looks at the United States as China’s main rival at a systemic level. Trump really wants Xi Jinping to like him, and Xi couldn’t care less.”  (New York Times, May 14)

“Froggy-eyed, lipstick-slashed or glowing like a Tiffany lamp, [Bette Davis] is exciting enough, even when photographed through gauze, to make the latest youth idols about as interesting as a withered logarithm,” wrote movie critic Rex Reed in 1968.  (New York Times, May 14)

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“I used ‘hopped up,’ meaning high on drugs. The A.I. wanted me to use ‘sedated,’” said novelist and playwright Ishmael Reed. “It seems intolerant of idioms.”  (New York Times, May 14)

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“For the first time in the history of the Great City of New York, its Mayor names and remembers the Nakba,” Asad Dandia, an ally of Zohran Mamdani’s who was recently named the official historian of Brooklyn, wrote on social media. “And I get to be alive to see it.” (New York Times, May 17)

“I think A.I. is a false mirror,” said Drew Lichtenberg, the dramaturg at the Shakespeare Theatre Company in Washington, DC, and a lecturer at Johns Hopkins University. “It reflects back answers to black-or-white questions, but it does little to help explain the human experience the way art or philosophy can.”  (New York Times, May 17)

“For students and parents, the best defense today is to be broadly educated so they can adapt to the changes coming,” counsels Reed Hastings, a Netflix founder. “A.I. is better at rational thinking than it is at emotional depth. The last job that A.I. will get is stand-up comedian.”  (New York Times, May 17)

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“If ‘Bangaranga’ can be the song that makes someone in Manchester or Edinburgh or Brighton pull out their phone and look up Bulgaria — look up its music, its coast, its literature, its people — then I’ve already achieved something real,” said Dara who won the 2026 Eurovision contest.  (New York Times, May 19)

“What China wants is for the China-U.S. relationship to be good and stable, but with the condition that China says, ‘I am the one providing the path and I am the one pointing the way,” said Shen Dingli, an international relations scholar in Shanghai.  (New York Times, May 19)

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“Imagine that you’re on a hike, and you come upon one of those wooden bridges that you see on a trail, and it’s over a gorge,” Steve Molo, the lead attorney for Elon Musk, instructed jurors in a lawsuit against OpenAI, which Musk lost on technical grounds. “There’s a river that’s 100 feet below, and it looks a little scary, but a woman standing by the entry to the bridge says, ‘Don’t worry, the bridge is built on Sam Altman’s version of the truth.’ Would you walk across that bridge? I don’t think many people would.”  (New York Times, May 20)

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“Not only do the three most infamous previous presidency financial-political scandals seem minor compared to Trump’s,” said Barbara A. Perry, a presidential scholar at the University of Virginia’s Miller Center, “but none of the three presidents — Grant, Harding, Nixon — padded their own bank accounts.”   (New York Times, May 22)

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“So the nation’s top law enforcement official is asking for a slush fund to pay people who assault cops?” said Senator Mitch McConnell, Republican of Kentucky. “Utterly stupid, morally wrong — take your pick.” 

“Is it possible on May 21, 2026, Republicans finally found an ethical bridge too far?” asked Senator Richard J. Durbin of Illinois, the No. 2 Democrat. “I wonder: Could it have been that golden ballroom for a billion bucks that was supposed to be freebie that Mar-a-Lago golf buddies were going to pitch in for? Or perhaps it was this incredible slush fund — I don’t know quite what to call it — it was a Capitol Police Cop Beaters Relief Fund?” (New York Times, May 23)

“We tend to think that when the church is talking about morality, that the only issue of morality is sexual. And in reality, I believe there are much greater, more important issues, such as justice, equality, freedom of men and women, freedom of religion, that would all take priority before that particular issue,” said Pope Leo XIV in response to a question about Catholic priests blessing gay couples. (New York Times, May 23)

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“A firm defense of quiet material pleasure is the only way to oppose the universal folly of Fast Life,” Carlo Petrini wrote in Slow Food’s founding manifesto. “May suitable doses of guaranteed sensual pleasure and slow, long-lasting enjoyment preserve us from the contagion of the multitude who mistake frenzy for efficiency.”  (New York Times, May 26)

“I’m sick of the politics,” said Tse Levy, 59, who does not support boycotting Israeli products at the Park Slope Food Co-op in Brooklyn. “I want to get politics out of the co-op — we should be exchanging recipes.” (New York Times, May 26)

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“At key moments in history, the Church is called to decipher the ‘new things’ in the light of the Gospel and the dignity of the human being,” Pope Leo XIV said upon the release of Magnifica Humanitas, a landmark encyclical addressing artificial intelligence.  “Today we find ourselves facing a transformation of similar magnitude, with perhaps even greater consequences." (New York Times, May 27)

“People are matter-of-factly saying that they are looking to build a machine God,” said Rayan Krishnan, the chief executive of Vals AI, a San Francisco company that tracks the performance of the latest A.I. technologies. “They are not saying that ironically or in jest. They are saying it as a matter of fact.”  (New York Times, May 27)

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“The Nepali people feel very proud of having been independent for centuries, not being colonized ever,” said Jaya Raj Acharya, a retired diplomat who served as Nepal’s ambassador to the United Nations. “This sense of national identity unites us, even though we are today speaking 123 languages in a country that is about the size of New York State.” (New York Times, May 28)

“West Point cadets are already, by definition, smart, tough and patriotic,” said Judge Cathy Seibel of U.S. District Court in White Plains, N.Y. in a ruling that upheld the free speech rights of a professor. “They are not snowflakes who will somehow be harmed by learning about controversial issues or competing viewpoints. They will not somehow be weakened in their future defense of our country if their classroom discussions are robust and open.”  (New York Times, May 28)

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“I commend anybody who handles or catches a snake that does not include bashing it on the head with a shovel,” said Dr. Sara Ruane, 44,  the associate curator of herpetology at the Field Museum in Chicago after viewing video of Robert F. Kennedy Jr. picking up two nonvenomous black racer snakes on a patio in Palm Beach. “I am very pleased to see somebody not having a major panic attack . . . I don’t know that I’d say it’s the best snake wrangling I have ever seen, but it is far from the worst,” she continued.  (New York Times, May 31)

Early Keith

Free admission to a Keith Haring show at the Brant Foundation?  I'm there.  Jean-Michel Basquiat drew this caricature of his early twentysomething buddy a couple of years older than he.  Those were the days!

(1980-81)

Despite the faux bloodiness of this work (the earliest in the show) and the hopeful interpretation of some 21st-century-born fans, Haring was not vegan or even vegetarian, a lifestyle choice he seems to be mocking here.  A butcher shop once employed him.

"Everybody Knows . . . " (partial 1978)

Haring repeated particular motifs, such as the space ship, from the very beginning.

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It's a wonder that Disney never sent him a cease-and-desist letter for violating the company's copyright on Mickey (which finally expired in 2024, 33 years after the artist's death), a beloved figure from his childhood.  In fact, new, younger management at the then-independent company may have recognized the potential for brand extension in a different universe as soon as Haring completed his Andy Mouse series in 1986.  The one-percent has kids, too.

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This violence seems anomalous.

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Colorful vinyl tarps created over a two-year period from 1981 to 1983 comprise the most arresting display

as well as a good selfie backdrop.

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Haring often painted on materials other than canvas including terra cotta

Tinaja (1982-83)

. . . leather, 

1983

. . . blank advertising space (it appears that Pia Zadora has electrified his subway chalk man.  She's still alive and kicking but I wonder how many people nowadays ever have heard of her),

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. . . wood

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. . . and sheet metal.  A mural that extended for 300 feet along the East River and the FDR Drive, which probably exposed more New Yorkers to his work than any gallery show, included this panel. Like Haring often said "Art is for everybody!"

Untitled (1984)

More Keith Haring

Gay Gotham (2016)

Andy Warhol: A to B & Back Again (2018)

Late Night @ the Guggenheim (2019)

The New Modern (2020)

Lives of the Artists:  Keith Haring (2021)

Love Letters (2022)

Terminal Art (2022)

Hot Fun in the Summer Time (2022)

Art Is For Everybody (2023)

Pee-wee Herman (2023)

Luna Luna Reincarnated (2023)

Knockout @ the Norton (2025)

I 💗 NY (2025)

Let's Do the MAMbo! (2025)

Boy's Club (2025)

The Bunker Playlists III (2026)

Cats: The Jellicle Ball (4*)

I've always been a dog person, and not just because a cat slaughtered Cratchit, my albino guinea pig, leaving his bloody carcass under a tomato patch in our El Paso backyard.

That's a big reason why I had no interest in seeing Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical, until last year when a new production opened downtown that re-imagined it in the context of the ballroom culture, something that Malcolm Mclaren (the same guy who discovered the Sex Pistols!) brought to my attention at the Muller cottage while Cats was still herding 'em in at the Winter Garden.  Now that could be a lot more interesting than my girl Taylor Swift appearing in the 2019's major motion picture debacle!

The show, now transplanted to Broadway from the Perelman Performing Arts Center, opens with a very tall DJ blowing off glitter from the original cast album, with those distinctive yellow eyes peering out from a black background, a color motif that has been smartly updated for the digital age.  But the other early signs weren't as encouraging.  I'd just begun listening to the score for the first time on my walk to the theater.  Not a single melody stuck, I couldn't make heads nor tails of the lyrics and now, watching the energetic company do their thangs while much of the audience snapped production-provided fans with glee, I felt like Clara in the famous Burger King commercial, demanding "where's the beef?," or in this case, narrative. In its absence, I wondered why Junior Labeija seemed to be holding mostly dark court from a box seat, and kept my gay gaze focused on Rum Tum Tugger (Sydney James Harcourt, as hunky as he is multi-talented, a slaying combo for sure). He prowled around the thrust stage, with more than a few thrusts of his own, occasionally interacting with a plethora of young daughters seated with the gay dads in the bleacher seats.  Had I been bamboozled by the hype?

Definitely not, thanks to an electrifying infusion of performer-driven nostalgia that eventually had me on my feet and almost in tears.  Even I could figure out that Old Deuteronomy would occupy the throne hanging from the rafters, once the early ballroom judges (including Rachel Dratch, on brief loan from her much more demanding duties in The Rocky Horror Show and tasked only with occasionally holding up a "MEOW" paddle) vacated the stage.  But as soon as the frail but fierce André De Shields entered, commanding the audience to rise en masse with a hand gesture, the house went nuts in recognition of the Broadway legend, whom I first saw in The Wiz shortly after I graduated from college, before AIDS, and more recently in Hadestown for which he won a Tony.  

There stood a proud Black man, finally getting the kind of respect usually accorded to a beloved monarch, after living with HIV since 1991, and losing two lovers to the plague. "Memory," the show's most famous song and first-act closer, paled in comparison despite the vocal chops of Grizabella ("Temptress" Chastity Moore who ties with Primo Thee Ballerina for having the most evocative cast name).

During intermission, I consulted artificial intelligence about how much longer the show had to go and what the hell was going on.  Gemini, my new best frenemy, indicated more than an hour remained--uh oh--and insisted the book was merely an excuse for the felines imagined by T.S. Eliot to strut their stuff.  The information proved liberating, especially after Gus (Junior Labeija) finally took center stage, Oliver Hardy to De Shields' Stan Laurel if there had been a comedic duos category to judge, looking slightly stunned, if oh-so-pleased, to be on the Great White Way.  

I began to groove on the resonance of the ballroom metaphor (often-homeless LGBT youth are a lot like stray cats left to fend for themselves) as the kitties now strutted their best stuff (choreographed by Omari Wiles & Arturo Lyons) in over-the-top costumes (by Qween Jean) and accessories (that Gucci purse!).  Magical Mister Mistoffeles, (Robert "Silk" Mason) executed superhuman splits in six-inch stilettos and an Eiffel Tower headdress, and Gus's grandchild (Bryson Battle) sweetly personified his unique inheritance as a future haus-builder here, as he did a year earlier in the even more delightful Saturday Church, for which Qween Jean also did the fabulous costumes with significantly less budget. Deuteronomy, forever not neutered, licked his paws before randily tweaking Rum Tum Tuggers' nipples (and Broadway propriety), something perhaps only the leather man of a certain age in full regalia sitting a few rows in front of me also noticed.

There's undoubtedly no better place to cosplay on a Wednesday afternoon than a matinee of Cats: The Jellicle Ball, superbly re-conceived and directed by Zhailon Levingston & Bill Rauch.   The pair made it well worth overcoming 43 years of stubborn reluctance to see a phenomenon that turned Broadway, if not the first "megamusical" itself,  into a tourist destination, now and forever.

André De Shields, curtain call

Tramps Like Us (4*)

For much of my life, I believed that never coming out to my father because of his homophobia prevented me from becoming "whole," but after reading Tramps Like Us I wonder what that even means.  We learn in the first chapter of this gay memoir cum bildungsroman that author Joe Westmoreland's father sexually abused his older sister on a regular basis and started to do the same with his younger one, too. 

I wanted him to do to me what he did with them.  I don't think I would have minded it as much.

That's quite an admission.  It reminded me of something that I learned when I worked at the National Council on Alcoholism and Drug Dependence, a non-profit organization that once staked its reputation on providing scientific information that could be easily understood by the public, and shifted the onus away from the afflicted.  For example, did you know that more than half of women who seek treatment for addiction have been sexually or physically abused?

I mention this particular stat because our upbringings--specifically his second-hand trauma--help explain the different paths that Westmoreland and I took despite how much we had in common.  We're both members of the same generation and social class who preferred punk and New Wave to disco; even more unusually we both assiduously kept journals, although I was much more likely to write about getting off than getting high.  The similarities kept piling up the more I read about who he hung out or slept with, where they went, what he ate and listened to.  Despite him falling in love with a sympathetic felon, there's not a lot of drama in Tramps Like Us, although the writing flows simply and hypnotically, a kind of poetry of the quotidian.

Both Westmoreland and I moved far away from our hometowns and fell in love with New York City at first sight

Going to a gay bar in Kansas City felt like doing something nasty in your own backyard with your parents inside watching television.

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But New York wasn’t like that. It was piled on top of itself instead of spread out. You didn’t need a car to get around. From the minute I arrived I was surrounded by the feeling of life everywhere. It was like I had been plopped down in the middle of a giant school of fish and had to swim fast to keep up.

. . . we disliked gay "clones" in the 70s and rebelled against their look

“Castro Clones” were the gays who wore jeans, Lacoste shirts, and hung out primarily in the Castro District. Their uniform style was a revolt from the fashion of San Francisco’s hippy days, which was still predominant. I told Ali [his non-monogamous longtime companion] that I didn’t want a man bad enough to lose my identity. I hated it that everyone had mustaches so I grew sideburns because no one else wore them. The clones wore tight blue jeans so I wore perma-press slacks. They wore tight T-shirts so I wore button-down-collar dress shirts from thrift stores. I waged my own personal war for individualism. I wore my green iridescent sharkskin suit with pants to match almost every day. 

. . . we ended up creating our own families 

It was at that moment, in the middle of my crowded living room, when I realized that everyone at this party had one thing in common. We were all refugees from one kind of torment or another and could never go back home. Home was something in the future that had yet to be created, not someplace in the past. I felt like we might never be rich or famous, but at that one moment, when Donna Summer was playing on the stereo and everyone was dancing and singing along, there was a feeling of success. Of victory. We had all come out of our own separate nightmares to a place where just being ourselves was okay, not dangerous. That was a strange new feeling, reason alone to celebrate. 

. . . and we watched while AIDS killed people to whom we were closest. But Westmoreland ended up an HIV positive, former drug addict with a long-term lover and I didn't.  He also got his memoir published, taking his spot-on title from a lyric in Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run."  

Our differences, however, are more instructive.  If I had titled my memoir after a song, it probably would have been "This Must Be The Place" by Talking Heads, after a peripatetic childhood although to this day, I do love a road trip.

My parents drove to New York City to drop me off at Columbia in 1971; after graduating from high school two years later, Westmoreland fled Kansas City because he couldn't bear his father's and anger and abuse of his sisters.  While I earned a bachelor of arts degree in English, he hitchhiked extensively, living briefly in Miami, New York and New Orleans before finally settling down in San Francisco with a sometime lover but eternal best friend from Kansas City.  I stayed in New York for the remainder of my life pursuing a career that never gave me much personal satisfaction while Westmoreland worked only enough to survive, and dreamed of becoming a filmmaker or writer.  

I can't decide if Westmoreland led a more interesting life or not before he got clean, around the same time that I began forming my family in the Pines, but I do recognize that I ended up on the more bourgeois, conventional trajectory thanks to the support of my parents, as flawed as they may have been in some respects.  It's been said that you're judged by the company you keep, and while alcoholism and serious drug use was not unknown among the young (and then older) professionals that I shared houses with for more than 30 years, successful men with enough money to pay $10,000 a summer for a bed by the end, we certainly weren't tying each other off and mainlining heroin.  There's even a moment when Westmoreland and his tribe, fully cognizant that HIV is blood-borne and fearful, but not certain that they have been infected, share a needle.  WTF?

My father once drove a thousand miles from El Paso to Kansas City and back just to hear me deliver a talk before an audience of 500 people about an advocacy campaign to raise awareness of the dangers of fortified wine consumption among teens.  A friend who read Homosaic, my unpublished memoir, observed that I was in love with him, a comment that I pooh poohed at the time because we all have our own baggage to carry.

Westmoreland's was a lot heavier than mine.

Jerome (3*)

There's a lot to enjoy if you can get past the central premise of Jerome:  an isolated gay couple who met during the Korean War, become a throuple for more than just sex at the height of the AIDS epidemic.  The performances are terrific, the jokes are funny and the sentiments are sweet, if fantastic.  But from my own emotionally wrenching experience, sexual jealousy, not fear of death, seems like the gravest impediment to a relationship outside the heteronormative sphere of things.

In commentary about the show distributed on site, Playwright's Horizons artistic director Adam Greenfield writes "For years [AIDS] felt like an untouchable subject, out of respect for our elders: what right had we to discuss a trauma that we didn't personally live through?"  As one of those elders who survived and saw all the first-wave plays I would respond: "every right, so long as you bring something new to the table."  Playwright John J. Caswell, Jr., doesn't; he and director Dustin Willis rely on melodrama and mechanics to explain away the bad behavior of the hunky but mostly blank younger man in the relationship, something that Tony Kushner did with so much more nuanced angst in Angels in America.

It's a shame.  Because Caswell does explore an issue--end-of-life discussion and behavior--that doesn't require his exhumation of the past although I didn't buy for a second the selflessness of the saintly Con (Stephen Spinella, just as affecting as he was in his dual Tony-winning Angels performances).  His body has been ravaged not by AIDS, but drinking and time.  He's determined to find his own replacement for Doane (Jeorge Bennett Watson), his stoic lover whose color Caswell never addresses (perhaps this "elder" is too literal for race-blind casting, but I kept thinking the dynamics of an interracial, gay couple who moved to an Arizona ghost town in the early 70s would have been much more fertile territory to mine).

The HIV epidemic decimated the men of my generation, including David, my only long term relationship.    His loss was certainly traumatizing even though we were only friends when he died in early 1993 at the age of 39. I remember people saying then that because of AIDS, they knew what it must feel like to be old and to lose your friends, inexorably, one by one.

Well, here I am, more than three decades later, about to go through it all over again, this time facing the certainty of my own mortality and that of my fellow survivors.  Caswell missed an opportunity to put that in his pipe and smoke it, settling instead for unnecessary metaphorical exploitation of a health crisis and saccharine declarations of love based primarily on sexual attraction.

No doubt his response would be "OK Boomer."  He wouldn't be entirely wrong, either.  Those who can, create; those who can't, criticize.

End of an Era

May 1, 2026

God knows I never sacrificed my bedtime to watch "The Late Show" with Stephen Colbert whom CBS is silencing tonight after nearly eleven years. 

No, what makes Colbert's departure significant from my perspective was the occasional online reminder that a straight, conservative (by his own admission) Catholic man raised in South Carolina could make a gay atheist both laugh and respect him. Corporate cowardice, in a perfect storm, has buried an oasis of common decency, leaving the media landscape more befouled than ever by ignorant loudmouths governed only by their preening self-interest.

Telling that CBS couldn't even be bothered to keep the letters of his name lit through the end.