George Birimisa

George — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 18:16:23 +0000

B.P..

Arthritis

George — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 18:16:22 +0000

Yesterday the arthritis was so bad in my hands I could hardly write away on my memoir. It seemed that everything was buggig me at once–my aching back–my gimpy right leg and I had trouble focusing my eyes. I was feeling dreadfully lonely but then I hooked up for coffee with Martin and the loneliness left. When I got home I put the heating pad on my hands and watched Bill Maher on TV. Cornell West, the Princeton professor was on his show. He seems l

Pamela

George — Tue, 22 Jun 2010 18:16:22 +0000

I was nervous as I climbed the steep stairs. I had mixed feelings about Pamela. After all, she had palmed off Nancy on Ed and I had been left in the cold—I spent a miserable couple of months hustling Main Street. At first I didn’t recognize the woman who was sitting cross legged on a mattress on the floor. Her blue slip was above her hips and I could see her almost hairless vagina. Next to her was a wooden Celtic harp. But what really shocked me was…..

God killed Jesus

George — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 17:52:45 +0000

A six story high statue of Jesus in Ohio was struck by lightning and burned to the ground. I am waiting for the ressurection.

The American flag and the shithouse.

George — Thu, 10 Jun 2010 18:30:23 +0000

My father was a Communist and a son of a bitch but he did me one big favor. He told me not to salute the American flag. I took it one step further. I not only refused to salute the flag I stepped on it when I was eight years old. That summer —1933–maybe 34 we went to a Communist Youth camp in the Santa Cruz Mountains.
Me and my brothers called the WHITE HOUSE the shit house.

Invisible

George — Thu, 03 Jun 2010 23:02:00 +0000

I was on my red scooter at the dog park down the street. Dogs were running all over the place–chasing balls, etc. Then I saw a dog with only one front leg. He tried to chase a ball but could only run a few feet. However, no one was paying any attention to him. I felt the anger in my stomach turn to rage. The crippled dog was like I had been for most of my life–invisible. I couldn’t stop the tears.

A Star Is Born

George — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 18:42:04 +0000

Last night I read from my play, LOOKING FOR MR. AMERICA to about 200 young men and women at the LGBT CENTER here in San Francisco. Kirk Read, the curator of the event that featured sex workers(formerly known as hustlers) and ex-sex workers like me, helped me up the two steps to the stage. It seems that the older I get the better actor I become because I loved the audience and they loved me. Near the end of my dynamic reading—laughing–crying–fiercely angry–my legs began to wobble. When I finished Kirk helped me offstage to thunderous applause. During intermission I met Jerry the Fairy, who was a friend of my idol, Harry Hay. A glorious evening, full of love.

Old.

George — Sat, 29 May 2010 18:06:56 +0000

Yesterday I had arthritis so bad in my fingers I could hardly work on my Memoir. My back was killing me , I have a gimpy right leg and had trouble focusing my eyes. Lonely, I felt so lonely but then I had coffee at Starbucks with my good friend Martin Spector. When I got home I put a hot pad on my fingers and listened to Bill Maher.
One of his guests was Cornell West, the Professor from Princeton. I am so proud of him–seems like the only black man who still wears an Afro.

O death and red roses.

George — Sat, 29 May 2010 00:10:48 +0000

The red and pale pink roses on my coffee table fill my apartment with a lovely fragrance as they are dying.

United States of Corporate America

George — Wed, 26 May 2010 17:59:47 +0000

The Empire is continues to grow no matter who is president because it is run by the corporations who are devouring the earth in their quest for more profit. The only way we can can survive on Planet Earth is if we get rid of capitalism.