Likes the pix on this link better.
http://worldofwonder.net/posts/2012/01/01/jewel-box-revue-storme-delarverie/
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Mr. Storme Delarverie -- Red’s Blog:
http://www.signorile.com/2010/06/who-is-storme-delarverie.html
Red’s Blog, Re: Mr. Storme Delarverie
Hey Listen Up! Stumbled across this in my Unofficial Semi-Autobiography AUTUMN CHANGES, which am editing the whole dang thing fer’ Amazon ebook:
1954. Every year they came to town.--Sometimes twice. That illicit ad the queer 11 year old spied in the movie/entertainment section of the newspaper. Chicago Tribune. The Jewel Box Review. Featuring it's two dozen transsexual women resplendent in gowns, jewelry, hair straightened or wigs piled high on their heads. And one man--Mr. Storme Delarverie --featured as the only male among 24 women who acted as MC and chivalrously escorted the giant ladies back & forth across the stage. This was the only gay thing to be seen in any newspaper or media anywhere. His eyes feasted on this.--It was just one of two few pieces of information about the puzzle of who he was, that he could find.
---AUTUMN CHANGES Part 3
Thats all fer' now folks! Red This is the intellectual property of Red Jordan Arobateau. His books may be found on Amazon.com ebook, Lulu.com, and other sites!
Red’s Blog, Re: Mr. Storme Delarverie
Hey Listen Up! Stumbled across this in my Unofficial Semi-Autobiography AUTUMN CHANGES, which am editing the whole dang thing fer’ Amazon ebook:
1954. Every year they came to town.--Sometimes twice. That illicit ad the queer 11 year old spied in the movie/entertainment section of the newspaper. Chicago Tribune. The Jewel Box Review. Featuring it's two dozen transsexual women resplendent in gowns, jewelry, hair straightened or wigs piled high on their heads. And one man--Mr. Storme Delarverie --featured as the only male among 24 women who acted as MC and chivalrously escorted the giant ladies back & forth across the stage. This was the only gay thing to be seen in any newspaper or media anywhere. His eyes feasted on this.--It was just one of two few pieces of information about the puzzle of who he was, that he could find.
---AUTUMN CHANGES Part 3
Thats all fer' now folks! Red This is the intellectual property of Red Jordan Arobateau. His books may be found on Amazon.com ebook, Lulu.com, and other sites!
Monday, April 16, 2012
AW SHIT! DID I SAY THIS?
I yelled, I screamed, I balled up my fists & stomped like a tiny child.
I got jealous @ people higher up with more privilege then me.
Little did I realize that being low was a privilege.
Tuesday, March 13, 2PM
In every church & every synagogue and probably mosques—there is the same hell. I don’t want people to delude themselves upon reading the machinations of the political processes, the business processes & the inter-personnel process of that esteemed G, to believe it is a corrupt cesspool apart from all the other corrupt cesspools whither great/small of all the religious institutions in all the towns and all the cities on this planet! The church/synagogue/mosque is a human construction—inspired by the Eternal, but falling far short of its highest ideals!
It is a good thing I learned this lesson so I can pass it on to you and you and you! As a tiny child I was so disillusioned by the hypocrisy of Lincoln Memorial Congregational Church right by St. Lawrence avenue, where I grew up—because they had a pedophile on their church staff, and also, other church staff saw my suffering at the hands of my mad mother in our home, but did nothing to intervene; my pain was so great that as a 10 or 11 year old I declared: I don’t believe in God! And held by this belief or lack of one for 25 years. Then I’d discovered God. I discovered God by a process of events---which you all know by now—and there in East Bay Metropolitan Community Church, was ensconced in the pews under the armpit of the Devine once again, thankfully. After 15 years service and seeing one backslap and after another, one bit of gossip, one cut-throat laying out in the aisles, I left. I went here and there fulfilling my duties to churches & shuls, not delving into their politics. I did not loose my faith in God(ess) which I now firmly held.
Then I arrived like a shipwrecked sailor with no boat on the granite steps of that lofty Grace Cathedral. God was served by me there, and is continuing. My belief in Her/Him no longer shaken by what humans do in Her name.
This is the lesson which we must remind ourselves over and over—don’t throw the baby out w/the bathwater! Do not allow your disillusionment with churchanity cause a weakening of your faith! God the Eternal is the same, and stays the same from generation to generation—no matter how much muck and mire is slung around!
Whither little gossips or higher ones, God still reigns, the church/mosque/shul still must be served—as it is a teaching tool for the young, a mainstay of the heart of the old, and a life-lengthening process for everyone inbetween!
I want to build your faith Dear Children, despite all obstacles.
Well, that said on to the gossip!
This excerpt from my current Journal, now available online; LA VIDA.
Go buy Red Jordan Arobateau’s books on Amazon.com; Lulu.com; his art books
w/paintings & text at Blurb.com, and his fine arts prints at Fineartamerica.com.
I got jealous @ people higher up with more privilege then me.
Little did I realize that being low was a privilege.
Tuesday, March 13, 2PM
In every church & every synagogue and probably mosques—there is the same hell. I don’t want people to delude themselves upon reading the machinations of the political processes, the business processes & the inter-personnel process of that esteemed G, to believe it is a corrupt cesspool apart from all the other corrupt cesspools whither great/small of all the religious institutions in all the towns and all the cities on this planet! The church/synagogue/mosque is a human construction—inspired by the Eternal, but falling far short of its highest ideals!
It is a good thing I learned this lesson so I can pass it on to you and you and you! As a tiny child I was so disillusioned by the hypocrisy of Lincoln Memorial Congregational Church right by St. Lawrence avenue, where I grew up—because they had a pedophile on their church staff, and also, other church staff saw my suffering at the hands of my mad mother in our home, but did nothing to intervene; my pain was so great that as a 10 or 11 year old I declared: I don’t believe in God! And held by this belief or lack of one for 25 years. Then I’d discovered God. I discovered God by a process of events---which you all know by now—and there in East Bay Metropolitan Community Church, was ensconced in the pews under the armpit of the Devine once again, thankfully. After 15 years service and seeing one backslap and after another, one bit of gossip, one cut-throat laying out in the aisles, I left. I went here and there fulfilling my duties to churches & shuls, not delving into their politics. I did not loose my faith in God(ess) which I now firmly held.
Then I arrived like a shipwrecked sailor with no boat on the granite steps of that lofty Grace Cathedral. God was served by me there, and is continuing. My belief in Her/Him no longer shaken by what humans do in Her name.
This is the lesson which we must remind ourselves over and over—don’t throw the baby out w/the bathwater! Do not allow your disillusionment with churchanity cause a weakening of your faith! God the Eternal is the same, and stays the same from generation to generation—no matter how much muck and mire is slung around!
Whither little gossips or higher ones, God still reigns, the church/mosque/shul still must be served—as it is a teaching tool for the young, a mainstay of the heart of the old, and a life-lengthening process for everyone inbetween!
I want to build your faith Dear Children, despite all obstacles.
Well, that said on to the gossip!
This excerpt from my current Journal, now available online; LA VIDA.
Go buy Red Jordan Arobateau’s books on Amazon.com; Lulu.com; his art books
w/paintings & text at Blurb.com, and his fine arts prints at Fineartamerica.com.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Boys' Night Out is Here!
One of my bestsellers "Boys' Night Out" - a collection of 6 short stories - now available on eBook @Amazon Kindle Store, click here.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Ah, the Power of a Dress & High Heels!
Look what I just found in my current Journal, La Vida:
J Edgar Hoover, director of the FBI in the 50’s was a debauched gay man living deep in the closet. He was not a upstanding, clean gay man sitting hand & hand w/his male lover in church/synagogue, but a sewer rat degenerated homosexual having multiple sex couplings w/handsome youths in bed all at the same time; drunk, maybe high on drugs, in a lifestyle that was not a brief slipup, but a lifestyle. He was closeted—as those times demanded. When the Italian mafia procured a pix of him in a dress & high heels, they knew that had a cap on billion dollar profit—they blackmailed the FBI director into silence, so they could continue their operations in the US and Cuba with impunity. It is no wonder then looking back that the mafia could not be stopped in its flourishing crime empire, while J Edgar prosecuted beatniks and low-level marijuana smokers to the hilt. The mafia had Cuba in their sights as a pleasure palace for affluent America—loaded w/gambling & prostitution, and some drugs, (although the syndicate was not in the drug business in any great amount in those days—scorning it as something bestial that only ‘Negroes’ did). The mafia was set to built resorts on Cuban soil and degrade its local population to work on the cheap as croupiers, card dealers, prostitutes, naked show people, etc. The syndicate did not count on a revolution. It did not count on comrade Fidel Castro relentlessly fighting back the forces of his own people’s puppet police army in the pay of the United States Of America—it did not count on the Cuban people siding with Castro, and upon his victory—driving Americans off of Cuban soil and the mafia with their suitcases full of casino & brothel blueprints sent packing.
Ah, the power of a dress & high heels!
God don’t dis shit make yuh mad!
Go buy Red Jordan Arobateau’s books on Amazon.com; Lulu.com; his art books
w/paintings & text at Blurb.com, and his fine arts prints at Fineartamerica.com.
J Edgar Hoover, director of the FBI in the 50’s was a debauched gay man living deep in the closet. He was not a upstanding, clean gay man sitting hand & hand w/his male lover in church/synagogue, but a sewer rat degenerated homosexual having multiple sex couplings w/handsome youths in bed all at the same time; drunk, maybe high on drugs, in a lifestyle that was not a brief slipup, but a lifestyle. He was closeted—as those times demanded. When the Italian mafia procured a pix of him in a dress & high heels, they knew that had a cap on billion dollar profit—they blackmailed the FBI director into silence, so they could continue their operations in the US and Cuba with impunity. It is no wonder then looking back that the mafia could not be stopped in its flourishing crime empire, while J Edgar prosecuted beatniks and low-level marijuana smokers to the hilt. The mafia had Cuba in their sights as a pleasure palace for affluent America—loaded w/gambling & prostitution, and some drugs, (although the syndicate was not in the drug business in any great amount in those days—scorning it as something bestial that only ‘Negroes’ did). The mafia was set to built resorts on Cuban soil and degrade its local population to work on the cheap as croupiers, card dealers, prostitutes, naked show people, etc. The syndicate did not count on a revolution. It did not count on comrade Fidel Castro relentlessly fighting back the forces of his own people’s puppet police army in the pay of the United States Of America—it did not count on the Cuban people siding with Castro, and upon his victory—driving Americans off of Cuban soil and the mafia with their suitcases full of casino & brothel blueprints sent packing.
Ah, the power of a dress & high heels!
God don’t dis shit make yuh mad!
Go buy Red Jordan Arobateau’s books on Amazon.com; Lulu.com; his art books
w/paintings & text at Blurb.com, and his fine arts prints at Fineartamerica.com.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Red & Anna Deavere Smith.
Pix of Anna Deavere Smith & Dalila Jasmin, fabu bellydancer and friend to Red for 25 years!
Here is me & actress, playwright Anna Deavere Smith @ Grace Cathedral after her play MY GRACE in which one of the characters that appears is her acting ME! Complete w/cane & cap!
Well I hope you all go to Amazon.com ebook & look over my list of 54 books--many of them are free reading for the next 2 weeks on the Amazon Prime program.
Just entered my way-fabu novel NEARNESS OF YOU/SORROW OF THE MADONNA, check it out!
Red
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Red Reads @ Black LGBT Event This Friday!
News Flash! Red will be reading & showing some of his art @ Black LGBT History Event; Friday, Feb 10 @ 2278 Market Street @ Noe, 6-9. Food & Fun. Free event!
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