long lived the queen

Hello, all, I have returned for an update, andy pink, in the red skies, prepared for illumination.

I have found a couple of reviews on amazon for the recent books. they were complimentary, and i'm pleased some folks have purchased the books rather than simply feeling imposed upon by my concrete, empirical gifts of the book. it is always nice when someone purchases the work of art. the early, big book is still selling on amazon, with several complimentary comments in reviews, though there is also a rude, but well-done, excoriation of the book, by the plump girl with the wide face, our dear fag hag of patrick, who, he, was heterosexualized, based solely on her love for him. I, gay, was an immediate threat to her, and she pounced on me in order to keep me away from her beloved patrick. he already had a beard girlfriend at this point (which i wager was asian, all the undecidable, closeted gay men have asian girlfriends). She was a bitch, though I did have the opportunity to sing the muppet show theme song to her.

this blog originated on crazymeds (rip) that was a great site for the afflicted who shared stories about the med merry go round that we were all on. crazymeds was pro-meds (if you want them, i would add as a caveal) but I am deeply anti-psychiatry, except if you find a smart psychiatrist who knows how to provide real therapy and analysis, rather than the chit-chat of most therapies: paying for friends, i don't have time, or money, or need for that.

but the blog has since evolved circa 2015, and i moved it over to this website that I created for my early, big book, Pervert-Schizoid-Woman, which quickly became an intellectual pornological adventure.

A week ago, before I had returned to the blog, I had a strange experience. I was sitting on my porch reading with my pistachios, and a young man (28) walked by and stopped and turned to me, on my porch, and said: "good to know where that guy lives." The "that guy" was me, but there was no reference to who "that guy" was, except that it was me. i think it might have been a reference to my famous july 4th antics in allston, during my fabulous street performance days. two days after the excessive quite transgressive performance (i was a late game dadaist), a random person, referring to my antics, referred to me: "there's the legend himself." it was quite a day. as i recall all those years later, that the spectacular day ended at mike's pastries in the north end, exhausted and proud.

earlier, when I first moved here, to east cambridge, over a year ago, a young woman (24) wandered up to me and said, early in the morning, in the dark: "i know who you are." I didn't respond in either interactions, but, putting it together, i am some kind of celebrity, even in a neighborhood that is a ways from allston, where i was living, four years, with my students.

It's good to know that I am considered a legend in allston (at least by those who were around there 5 years ago, lot of coming and going), even expanding into cambridge. It was rather fabulous, totally spontaneous, for a love that spoke its name, presently.

today is a family day. my uncle alex (77), the macrobiotic and small-time publisher, is coming into boston for a visit with his new wife (considerably younger). Being macrobiotic, alex is no doubt healthy, though perhaps not in great shape, no hot bod, but, in any case, they must be having sex, she would demand it i suppose, and now they do all kinds of other activities together: yoga, meditation, hiking. alex was mostly a long recluse, even though he had his adopted russian daughter with him. she is now in russia trading out her social security for organic farming. apart from my grandmother, he is the smartest person i know.

andy pink, the goodtimes,

michael