Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Writing Wednesday: Joined By Steel

Joined By Steel

Standing before me
arrayed in his battle-splendor,
the supple gladiator prepares for skirmish.
Standing before me,
his eyes locked on mine.
My own dark eyes locked on his.

Communicating on a primal level

Standing before me,
he raises his shield and sword
bracing himself for combat.
Standing before me
nostrils flare,
sweat on skin glistens
pupils dilate.

Standing before him,
I gird my loins.
Sword at the ready
prepared for thrust and parry.
Standing before him
sweat in eyes burning
my pulse quickens.

Muscles ripple and flow
breath quickens
heart pounds
piercing and pierced
joined by steel.

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Monday, February 24, 2014

My Pictures Monday.

A couple of friends and I went on an epic road trip cross country to LA. This is a portrait I took of Robah while we were walking around downtown. He used it later when he was interviewed by the local newspaper for an article on his Kickstarter campaign. The campaign failed, but I have a photo published to my credit now. :D

Friday, February 21, 2014

LGBTQ Mobile

This morning Mobile, Alabama's mayor, Sandy Stimpson had a digital town hall meeting to coinciding with the launch of free wifi in downtown Mobile. The public was free to ask questions via Twitter and the AL dot Com comment section.

I asked some very valid questions that relate to LGBTQ issues.

Hattiesburg, MS and Starkville, MS recently passed LGBTQ inclusion statements. Does OneMobile include it's LGBTQ citizens?

star of is a Mobile, AL native. Are there any plans to honor her achievements?

Mobile, Al scored a 21 out of 100 on the HRC's MEI index Are there plans to improve this score?

When it became obvious that these questions were not going to be answered, I went to the comment section and asked them directly.

Mobile, Al scored a 21 out of 100 on the HRC's Municipal Equality Index ( With Hattiesburg and Starksville, MS passing resolutions recognizing the dignity and worth of their LGBTQ citizens, are there plans to improve this score?

Laverne Cox, a Mobile, AL native, has gotten critical acclaim for her work in the Netflix series, Orange is the New Black. Are there any plans to recognize one of Mobile's own?

I am not going to say that my questions were ignored. But I will say that questions immediately before and after mine were answered.

By not answering these questions you either don't support your LGBTQ community but aren't willing to go on record saying that or you do support your LGBTQ community but lack the courage of your convictions to risk the political currency to say so.

These questions are especially important now with the State of Arizona on the brink of establishing Jim Crow laws to legalize discrimination against its LGBTQ citizens. When 90% of the Fortune 500 companies that we are trying to lure to our city have LGBTQ inclusive policies and all of the top 10 Fortune 500 business do, it is more important that ever in a fiscal sense that we let these companies know that their LGBTQ employees are welcome here.

Thursday, February 20, 2014


It's Throw Back Thursday! Not so far back this time. Last week I was just a few months old. This week I am 42.

In 2012 I drove cross country with some friends. Here I am at the Grand Canyon. It's pretty grand when you are standing on the edge.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Pure Energy

Pure Energy

I see him standing beneath a low spreading oak.
Supple limbs sweet lips.
A dream made real, fantasy into flesh.

We cling together with passions kindled.
We cling through an inferno of exaltation.

A strong man with a warrior’s heart.

We walk together through the City,
past the dingy bar with its prostitutes
spilling out onto the corner.

Business is slow. They nurse their beers
and snort their coke.

We walk to the rainbow shrouded bar.
Through the door, a clash, a clamorous
cacophony of sound.

The insistent boom of bass backing
a high energy beat.

Youthful energy lost in play
Youthful energy swallowed whole and full
by the sultry southern night.

I wrote this after my first trip to the gay bars in downtown Mobile, Al. Way back in the olden days when I was but a young gayling.

Monday, February 17, 2014

Picture Post Monday

Picture post Monday. Here is a sunset pic I took from Dauphin Island, Alabama last year.

Saturday, February 15, 2014

I am going to rant just a bit today. Separation anxiety is not fun. It makes you feel broken. You grow cold. You become calloused because you don't want to go through all the hurt of getting close to someone, of letting them in your bubble, and then having them leave. It is hard to let people in and when you do you hold them to a high standard. Perhaps too high.

Friday, February 14, 2014

Bonaroo Night: A Fragmented Memory

OK. So I was hesitant to put this out because it isn't finished. It's part of a bigger project that I have been working on.

So here you go, Bonaroo Night: A fragmented memory.

A bona cove of mine called me up on the palarepipe to ask for a lift downtown. He needed a ride to this bijou indiemusic bungery so he could vada one of his fave bands jogger a show. I cackled I would park him a ride there if he payed my cover and bought me a beverage. He said he was bona so I zhooshed myself up, beat my eek and headed out from my place in Mobile to pick him up from his place out in West Irvington.
I got to his place and waited on him to get his drag together then we off trolled to the city. It was just a quick trip from his place in Irvington to Mobile. The word that was heard about was the acts were gonna start joggering at 10:30. Turns out that was when the doors opened. Since we had just got there at 10:30, we were in for a bit of a wait.
As the room started to fill with omis and palones,  the delicate aroma of patchouli and nag champa began to waft about, mixing with the smell of stale beer and industrial strength floor cleaner. Some neo punk wannabe-Icelandic metal noise band takes the stage and starts beating and banging and clanging about. The slowly growing crowd bobs their heads to the beat of the skinny bearded drummer.
Various fauxipsters just stand around with their clear plastic well drink glasses of cheap tap beer and their bottles of over-priced Stella Artois. One omi chain smokes e-cigarettes and exhales vapor as the next act warms up. This skinny chicken with floppy blonde curls, lookin like he just turned legal, sips his fancy Blue Moon hand crafted alcoholic beverage as he leans on the table in front of me. He bobs his head as his palonefriend grinds back into him as she ogles the guitarist in the next act. Her bonadrag is a man’s suit jacket, silk knee length flower print skirt, knee-high faux leather boots and over zhooshed riah. Chicken is suffering for his fashion in short sleeve polo and jeans, shivering against his beard as people go in and out to smoke and letting in more and more of the chill December air.
The second act gets started and he is a cute  bearded omi solo act. He has some kind of electric geegaw that he uses to record a track, sets it to playback on a loop,  then picks up another instrument and joggers that one until he has his baseline, and then his melody. Then he plays the main parts on either his guitar or his drums.  He gets along pretty well like this then low and behold he breaks out a theremin and begins to jam. You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a hot furry omi covered in sweat rolling on stage joggering a theremin solo that makes In-Da-Gadda-Da-Vida look tame.
The older omis and palones cluster around the balcony overlooking the stage like so many overstuffed crows. Their palaver cackles during the breaks between acts.  A heroin-thin couple stumbles together through the crowded dance floor. One swayback omi in the too tight maroon pants and dirty white t-shirt wanders around with them.
The main act sets up and the crowd shuffles around loosely forming groups based on varying degrees of intoxication as the room on the dance floor fills up with omis and palones. My friend works his way closer to the stage, chatting up a badge cove taking pictures “of the band for Facebook”.
A strange omi in a black faux leather coat, newsboy hat and ill fitting jeans sits down on the stool next to me and starts spinning around and around and around, like a child on a playground carousel. I studiously ignore his naff flirting as I write this.
This strange droog thing with a foot long unkempt beard, oversized Grateful Dead Wool sweater-hoodie and too long cargo shorts that show off the tattoos on his calves and Jesus sandals shuffles and sways by holding his colt45 malt liquor on his way to the pisser.
The main act starts to play and guitar riffs and drum beats blast the room. The crowd coagulates on the floor in front of the stage. The tiny lead singer bounces wailing out lyrics of song after song. The band whips melody into beat into boom in a grand blend of sounds reminiscent of Pink Floyd’s Astronomy Domine only with balls.
The crowd bounces and sways to the syncopated beats and wails and guitar riffs from the band. I don’t think I have ever seen so many men wearing women’s sweaters or flannel. Such an interesting cross section of decades reflected in this Mobile, Alabama hipster-wannabe fashion. I am certain I saw clothing from the 50’s thru the 90’s. The two things that almost every guy seemed to have tho were facial hair in various stages of growth and Buddy Holly glasses.
The night gets late and eases over into morning. The band wraps up their show and the crowd starts to fade into the night.  

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Throw Back Thursday

It's Throw Back Thursday. Let's throw back to the beginning. Here I am at 7 months. Taken April 1971.

Friday, February 7, 2014

TL:DR On July 12 I emailed my younger brother to tell him about my marriage trip. I didn't get a response. I emailed him again when I got home to let him know (as succinctly as possible) I was married. His only reply came on Aug 8th. He said "k".

On Jul 12, 2013, at 12:58 PM, Drew Gardner  wrote:
Just getting around to checking my email. That is adorable :D I hope y'all are doing well and getting as much sleep as possible. 

Charles and I are heading to Iowa at the end of the month to get married on the 29th. We put off the April 1st wedding because Illinois would be closer, but they never passed their bill. We got lucky because one of our friends that lives in St. Louis offered us a place to crash on the way up, they are going to be our witnesses, AND her dad is going to perform the wedding. That means we can get married at the closest Iowa County instead of going all the way to Des Moines. It's about three hours from St. Louis to Keokuk, IA so that will be fun. With the chunk of DOMA struck down, Charles and I will be able to file joint tax returns and me being on Charles insurance shouldn't be considered a gift anymore. That's $300 or so that he won't have to be taxed on. 

Anyways. Thats all that is going on here. Be on the look out for roadtrip pics from St. Louis.

Love ya, 

On Jul 31, 2013, at 4:38 PM, Andrew Gardner  wrote:
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On August 08, 2013  at 8:20 AM AGardner


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