By Yip, 1 year ago

A different kind of lighting ceremony

It's a late summer evening in the Valentine section of Kansas City. I'm walking to the apartment I lived in back then, admiring the old, large homes in this part of town. Some of them were turned into apartments in the 60's, and now a lot of younger people are moving in, gentrifying the neighborhood; turning these large beautiful homes back into single family dwellings. One in particular I've always admired is just a block from my apartment. It sits on a corner, with a wrought iron fence about 5 feet tall surrounding the yard. A large, 2 story home that looks like it's been well cared for over the years and probably not divided into apartments. I have no idea what the architecture is, but it's a great looking house.

As I get a little closer, I see a woman in the front yard, next to the house. She's at one of the windows. There's another woman in the house, leaning out the window. At first I think they're just talking. Then I realize, the woman in the house is crawling out of the window, the woman outside is helping her. What the hell? Looking around, I see no signs of a fire, so why is she crawling out the window? Wouldn't it be easier to use the door as an exit? I'm about even with them now, from the sidewalk I yell at them, «Is everything ok? Do you need some help?»

«Yes. I think so.» says the woman in the yard. I walk through the gate, up to the window. The woman in the yard appears to be in her early to mid thirties, the woman in the window is elderly, and quite frail.

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By Yip, 1 year ago

Stars shining bright above you

I've been touring some astrology websites. Here are some fascinating facts about me, a Sagittarius:

Sometimes Sagittarians can get caught up in form, rather than substance.

True. I enjoy the form of a man in Levi's 501s. I couldn't care less if there's a brain there or not. I've always been as intrigued by the packaging as the product.

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By Yip, 1 year ago

The extreme makeover

THE EXTREME MAKEOVER

Extreme Home Makeover is in Kansas City again. They did a house north of the river last year, one in south Kansas City about 5 years ago (both on the Missouri side), now they're doing one in Kansas City, Kansas. This is part of their «one in every state» campaign. Fred, my partner, absolutely hates the show. «Well hell! If I had unlimited resources I could build a house in a week too!» He has a point.

I'm a lot like Ty Pennington. Or, I would be if I were much better looking, screamed a lot through a bullhorn, and knew anything about home remodeling.

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By Yip, 1 year ago

Yes waiter, I'll have the Bitch, please, and a bowl of self pity on the side

Here's my bitch. And I don't mean Fred.

Here it is, the week before Fall Diversity Weekend, and I'm stuck in Kansas City. I can't go. Shit. I've canceled reservations and come to accept the fact I'll be here while I SHOULD be in Eureka Springs.Shit, shit, SHIT!

I suppose there are more important things to be pissed off about. I could focus on (in no particular order):

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By Yip, 1 year ago

Of pork loin, the kitty and K-Y Jelly

No. 1. Pork (not the verb kind of pork)

My father called last week. «Yip, Super Fresh Groceries has pork loin on special. If I pick one up, will you cook it for me? You know, the way you did those pork chops the last time I was over?»

Yip: You mean with the marinade recipe Monika gave me?

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By Yip, 1 year ago

The bashing of Lester (Or, 1957 Chevrolet Tailfin: The Weapon of Choice)

This was my initiation to gay bashing. It didn't happen to me, but to an acquaintance of mine named Lester. I was merely a bystander who tried to help. This was back in the summer of 1969, before I was old enough to go to the gay bars, and while I was still ignorant of the abuse gay people are subjected to on a regular basis. It wasn't called gay bashing back then. It was usually referred to as

(drum roll please)

Rolling Queers.

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By Yip, 1 year and 1 month ago

The day we owned Manhattan (Part Two)

After a harrowing taxi ride to the Hudson river, we board the boat for a dinner cruise of New York bay. This little excursion is sponsored by the gay parents group, so we know most of the people on board, at least by sight. We float up and down the Hudson river, then around to the East river, then out by Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty.

Wow! What an incredible experience. New York is beautiful by night. All the lights and great big buildings were pretty intriguing for us small town Midwesterners. After sunset the night was getting a bit chilly. It was quite overcast, and began to drizzle. It didn't matter. We were seeing New York from a totally different perspective. We were wandering around the deck with a friend named Andre, from southern California, when we neared the Statue.

****Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt this mess for a sightseeing suggestion from Tour Guide Yip.*****

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By Yip, 1 year and 1 month ago

The day we owned Manhattan (part one)

For a couple of weeks in 1994 gay people were given New York. Actually, we TOOK New York.

When Fred and I were active in a gay parents group, we would attend their yearly conferences in different parts of the country. In 1994 the conference was in New York City, coinciding with the Gay Games and the 25th anniversary of the Stonewall Rebellion. Oh wow! This was going to be good! Gay people from all around the country – all around the WORLD – in the same place at the same time. We made our conference reservations and excitedly planned the things we would do in the city.

The parent's conference was held at a hotel in White Plains, just north of Manhattan. I arrived one day before Fred, and asked some other people about a good place to hook up with Fred when he arrived. The clock in the middle of Grand Central Station seemed to be the appropriate, easiest place for both of us to find. He could get there easily from the airport, and I could take a train from White Plains. I called Fred that night and told him where to meet me.

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By Yip, 1 year and 1 month ago

Yip's Shorts-A collection of boxers and briefs from a demented mind

I've been thinking about aging a lot lately. Mainly because I'm, well, aging. I started losing my hair in my early 40's. Now that 60 is knocking at my door, and I have a very obvious bald spot, I've WILLED it to stop falling out.

Some people think male-pattern baldness is sexy, but I'll tell you what; I've NEVER met a man with thinning hair who is happy about it. Of course, a lot of them say it doesn't bother them. (Of course they're lying. Why? Because I say so, that's why.) Ok, maybe it doesn't really bother them, but it bugs the shit out of me.

When I was in junior high school, there was a girl named Jan up the street that I sometimes spent time with. Her mother would say to me, «You have such a wonderful hairline!» (She really did.) I wonder what she'd say if she saw me now. Back then I had a flat stomach and an ass like polished granite, too. Now everything is sliding south and I have more hair in my ears than on my head. So it goes. If I could go back in time, I WOULDN'T. I'm SO glad those days are over. But, please, the next time you see me, tell me my hair looks nice.

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By Yip, 1 year and 1 month ago

Adventures on the Greyhound (Part Two)

Let's see…where were we? Oh yes, we're on the Greyhound bus speeding toward Hays, Kansas with the Skinny Cowboy, Mr. Foot and Miss Texas.A couple of hours after leaving Colby, and several phone calls from Mr. Foot to everyone in the known universe, we pull into Hays. Miss Texas lets everyone on the bus know that she has GOT to get to the ladies room, FAST! Mr. Foot tells her – and everyone else – that men are superior, because they just learn to hold it without complaint. As the bus comes to a stop I'm wondering how bladder size makes one person better than another.

Everyone exits the bus to smoke cigarettes and visit the restrooms, with Miss Texas leading the way. The «operator» has told us his replacement will be here shortly, and that we have 15 minutes to explore.

«The bus will leave in EXACTLY 15 minutes. Be on board or be left behind!»

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