IN HONOR OF SALLY STARR

Posted in Caring People, Childhood Memories, Good People, People we Loved, Stars and Celebrities, Wonderful Times with tags , , on January 28, 2013 by David Rothshoerne Loehmann

From happy to sad in a heartbeat. Yes, Dudes, I’m still very happy about finding friends, but just this morning I found out I lost one. Sally Starr. Most of you do not know who she was. But for us kids back in the day, she was a surrogate Mom, when yours had to work, a friend, and just about the sweetest person you’d ever want to meet.

Sally was the hostess of a cartoon show out of Philly that ran for two hours a day, Monday thru Friday. Every single day of my school week we would run home to watch Sally introduce cartoons and let us know there was someone who cared. She may have been just a face on a TV screen, but we loved her.

For all the baby boomers now growing old, the loss of Sally means the loss of our youth, the time when we were really free. So, if you had someone like that in your life, stop for a minute, bow your head and wish them well.

So long Sally! Can’t wait to see you again! Make sure you got the old cartoon projector ready to go when I get there.

Sally Starr

When you are alone, with an abundance of love but no one to share it with, The Memoirs of Daniel Stanton will take you to a place where two people found hope and a love for each other that was meant to be.

ABOUT GAY DRAG

Posted in Gay Life, Masculinity, Men, Natural Beauty, Uncategorized, Why so Gay?, WTF is that about? on January 12, 2013 by David Rothshoerne Loehmann

ABOUT GAY DRAG.

When you are alone, with an abundance of love but no one to share it with, The Memoirs of Daniel Stanton will take you to a place where two people found hope and a love for each other that was meant to be.

ABOUT GAY DRAG

Posted in Gay Life, Masculinity, Men, Natural Beauty, Uncategorized, Why so Gay? with tags , on January 12, 2013 by David Rothshoerne Loehmann

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So many times we read or hear things speculating on what is attractive to gay men. Some believe we are attracted to heterosexual men simply because they are unattainable or we are obsessed with leading innocent victims down the path of gay destruction. It isn’t anything like that for me. As if you can ‘make’ any man gay. Dream on.

Some gay men are known for dressing up, going out in straight drag wearing fireman outfits, policeman uniforms (minus bullet proof vests — you can’t work anyone’s nipples through Kevlar) making an obvious reference to what they perceive to be ‘manly’.

In the 70s it was phone line repairman drag, everyone sporting utility belts, jeans and hard hats; think Village People. I never saw anyone dressed as an Indian chief though. That was too weird, even in LA.

As most of us do, I work with a number of straight men. Know what I find the most attractive aspect of them? It’s their naturalness. That unassuming, unaware, unconscious je ne sais quoi aura they exude. They don’t think a whole lot about how they look, at least not to the degree I believe most of us gay men do.

Sure, they care how they look. Most women today do require cleanliness, nice hair, and a gentlemanly look in order to deem a man attractive. Straight men are not stupid. They know that.

But when you’re in a group of guys only, their lack of artifice is appealing to me. They’re simply being themselves. For me that’s a wonderful thing. Everyone where I work knows I’m queer. I’m glad they all seem to accept me without reservation. What they might think when I’m not around is another matter entirely, but if it’s negative they have the good grace to not show it.

I find all of them to be attractive, each in their own unique way. For me the attraction is their acceptance of who I am and their own acceptance of themselves. They are secure in their sense of self, finding no reason to fear or feel threatened by me. Not all straight men are like that.

What has this to do with what some gay men believe is a masculine look? Quite a bit actually. I feel we are trying to achieve something that isn’t really there, a masculinity that doesn’t exist in any man.

Some of us like the hard core, muscle ballooning physique of the gym. Just look at some of the profile stats at gay dating websites:

Gym: 6 times a week; into lifting huge amounts of weight; do not reply unless your dick is 10 inches or longer and you are not built like Hercules. Recently bench pressed a Conrail locomotive, my personal best. Am also terminally tanned, you be too.

Dude that is sooooo gay!

Is going to the gym and working out that many times a week strictly for an endorphin rush? Maybe, but isn’t it possible that is also trying to create an image of hyper-masculinity?

The very thing that some of us do in order to look ‘manly’ is the exact opposite of what I have found to be masculine traits. It seems artificial to me, very unnatural. In many respects it’s a huge turn off rather than a turn on.

So, why am I writing this today? Well, recently I was in a car wreck, my highly expensive $40,000. SUV collapsed into a ball of nothingness in the front end, I’m currently stuck without a car, I have pneumonia and what the fuck else am I going to do on a Friday evening after calling in sick from work, have a doctor’s appointment on Monday, sit and wait for an insurance payout check on my totaled car to come in, than write about meaningless drivel such as this? I ask you – what the fuck else can I do? (Please do not email me with suggestions.)

Oh, and the point of all this. Can’t we all just be normal? Yeah, right. Like that’s gonna happen.

When you are alone, with an abundance of love but no one to share it with, The Memoirs of Daniel Stanton will take you to a place where two people found hope and a love for each other that was meant to be.

The Truth About Popeye

Posted in Uncategorized on December 20, 2012 by David Rothshoerne Loehmann

“I’m Popeye the Sailor Man, I’m Popeye the Sailor Man, I’m strong to the finish ‘cause I eats me spinach.  I’m Popeye the Sailor Man.”

I ask you, what do we really know about Popeye?  Where did he come from?  Why did he and Brutus (also known as Bluto) hate each other so much?  Many say that Popeye was a bit of a two-dimensional man, but no one has ever fully investigated the back story on our old swabbie friend.

He debuted on January 17, 1929 in a Thimble Theatre comic series later moving to the big screen when his option was picked up by Paramount Pictures.  His last film was produced in 1957.

Popeye is still alive today living quietly at the Motion Picture Actors Retirement Home in West Covina, California.  Repeated attempts to interview him have been rebuffed by staff members  They confirm he still eats spinach every day but no longer from a can, instead using Birdseye Steamers placed in a microwave located in his room.

It is known that he and Brutus were very close friends, having served together in the Navy during the Spanish/American conflict.  According to eyewitness accounts, Brutus and Popeye were inseparable.  Apparently the trouble started around the time Olive Oyl made her first appearance on the Paramount lot.

Oyl, a former vaudevillian, signed with Paramount not as an actress but a script reader, facing a devastating low point in her career. Formerly a voluptuous fan dancer, the declination in her career and fortunes caused a dramatic weight loss resulting in a testy temperament and cavalier moral values.  In other words, she was available to all comers, male or female.  According to rumors at the time, she had an appetite for sex that was insatiable.

The story goes that she met Brutus at the commissary, striking up an immediate friendship.  When Popeye learned his best friend was seeing a girl, he immediately became incensed.  He accosted Brutus in the Paramount parking lot just as he was about to drive off in the 1930 Isotta Fraschini Popeye had purchased for him at a cost of $10,000, a great deal of money for the time.

An argument ensued.  Standing on the running board as Brutus drove off, Popeye grabbed the steering wheel causing the car to careen out of control, smashing in the main gates of the Paramount lot.  Brutus leapt out of the car and the two of them began wailing each other.  Brutus, a much bigger man than Popeye was winning the day, until Popeye pulled out a can of spinach, downed the whole thing, can and all, beating the living crap out of Brutus.  Bystanders noticed Oyl witnessing the brawl, a look of satisfaction on her face.

Paramount’s PR department went into overtime keeping the story out of the tabloids.  William Randolph Hurst was the only hold out about to go to press until Paramount gave him something he couldn’t resist, Marion Davies.  Hearst killed the story.

According to confidants of Brutus, he and Popeye had been more than just friends.  They were lovers of many years standing.  Since boot camp in the Navy the two were never apart.  Early pictures of Brutus show a very slight, handsome young man.  Brutus attained his huge muscularity over the years relentlessly weight lifting, all for Popeye who preferred his men big and burly.

Apparently Popeye’s distinctive walk was not merely just an affectation.  It was the unending pounding from Brutus’s ardent love making that altered Popeye’s gait.  Constant references to what could only have been Brutus’ main contribution to the ravenous sexual exploits these two men shared were evident in Popeye’s dialogue, “Heh, heh, heh!  Well, blow me down!”  The rest, as they say, is history.

One can only wonder at the reasons why anyone would have found Olive Oyl even remotely attractive.  Aside from her bad hairdo and the fact she always wore the same dress, her voice alone would cause the birds in the trees to take flight.  What could it have been?  Was it her ability to suck a fifteen pound bowling ball through a 50 foot garden hose, an uncanny ability to contort her body into some unimaginable form?  Boinking Olive Oyl must have been like trying to screw a rack of old hangers.

When filming stopped in 1957 Oyl virtually disappeared.  She was never seen or heard of again.  It is known that Joan Crawford also had an affair with Olive.  Speculation began that Oyl lived with Crawford up until the time she married Pepsi CEO Alan Steele, later moving to New York City.  Those rumors have never been proven.

No one will ever know what really happened.  All of the characters in this sad tale are dead, with one exception.  Popeye knows.  Only he could prove or disprove the many theories about what went on behind the scenes on the Paramount Lot, and he’s not talking.  We are left wondering about those times, forever.

What remains are the many hours of cartoon fun and frolic, but with the knowledge that all that muscle flexing on Brutus’ part and Popeye’s spinach bravado were all a cover up of much deeper emotions.  Love causes each of us to do unbelievable things.  It is sad to reflect that the love between these two men never came to a full and satisfying end.

When you are alone, with an abundance of love but no one to share it with, The Memoirs of Daniel Stanton will take you to a place where two people found hope and a love for each other that was meant to be.

THE ROMANTIC PERIOD

Posted in Uncategorized on November 15, 2012 by David Rothshoerne Loehmann

Do you like Romantic Period music? I do. The composer I listen to time and again is Tchaikovsky. So much beauty, so much all-encompassing power, everything that music should convey, he wrote so aptly.

Right now I’m listening to his Symphonies Nos. 1 and 2. I close my eyes and see the music floating out of the stereo; I can feel it, like a presence in the room. It is no small matter his music is still outselling just about any other composer you can think of. They’re all magnificent, from the classics right up to hip-hop, all the music humanity has created is beautiful to me; the ultimate language, understood by everyone.

Here’s a factoid for you. Did you know every piece Tchaikovsky wrote has not just one, but many melodies all running at the same time? What this means is the notes written for clarinet within these symphonies can be played solo as a complete song, every note written for cello has the same quality, the oboe, the harp, all the music written for the many instruments playing within the symphony can stand alone. There is only one other mind that could write like that, a computer.

Why do you suppose when you hear music you find appealing, your mind leaves the temporal plane and soars to another sphere of feeling? Your emotions are drawn out, your imagination is free to fly and you get a feeling of soaring out of the every-day trials and tribulations of life. I believe it is because music, in all its forms and variations, is the utmost expression of human intelligence.

Tchaikovsky was, of course, Russian. Russia has been, as some people believe, our most formidable enemy. That’s dreadful to me. How can that be? We listen to the Nutcracker Suite every Christmas since it first debut. It’s part of our holiday tradition. The ballets, the symphonies, all that Tchaikovsky wrote brings such joy and incredible emotion into our lives. How can we not love our brothers and sisters everywhere, not just Russia but every place on the planet? Why do we separate ourselves this way?

If you want to know what my reaction is to the music I am playing right now, where this music leads my mind to wander, well, I just told you. That, my friends, is the power and majesty I feel for this man. I wish to God I could have met him. I fell in love with Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky at the age of five, the first time I heard his music. If he were in the room with me now, I would ask him to marry me. I swear I would.

When you are alone, with an abundance of love but no one to share it with, The Memoirs of Daniel Stanton will take you to a place where two people found hope and a love for each other that was meant to be.

NOVEMBRE

Posted in Autumn, Fall, Helicopters, Military, Natural Beauty, Wonderful Times with tags , , , on November 6, 2012 by David Rothshoerne Loehmann

When you are alone, with an abundance of love but no one to share it with, The Memoirs of Daniel Stanton will take you to a place where two people found hope and a love for each other that was meant to be.

This was another terrific day for me. I did something I enjoy doing but today was a truly wonderful event.

I’m very lucky to live close by a National Guard Training Station. I often drive there to sit and reflect at the Memorial Lake, walk in the woods along verdant paths collecting small bits of moss, unusually shaped small branches fallen from trees, leaves that I press and preserve later on, walk the dog, things like that.

This day offered me something amazing I had never seen before close up, helicopter flight training. It was awesome! There were a number of helicopters flying around the base so I decided it might be worth a try to get near the landing field. It definitely was.

I’ve never seen helicopters as large as these. It was exciting to see them as they practiced landings and takeoffs, especially so since I was no more than 50 yards away. After a time my imagination started to run away with me and I started saying out loud: “Too far out! Bring it in! Bring it in!” or “Pull back! Pull back!” Like I know how to land a helicopter but at one point I was right.

This one Airman pulled a bit too far forward, about to land on the grass instead of the concrete pad where I’m sure he/she was supposed to be. Sure enough, right after I hollered out “Pull back, pull back!” The ‘copter lightly touched down, then with a roar of the jet engine mounted under the rear rotor, it once again climbed up hovering stock sill, no more than two feet off the ground, then to my amazement, started back in reverse. The engine cut back, and it lightly touched down on the pad. So who knew a helicopter goes in reverse? I sure didn’t!

I let out a whoop! whoop! and a thumbs up sign. Guess what? In the forward cab I could see the pilot and he gave a thumbs up sign too! I think he must have seen me as I had the sunroof of the car open. That was so awesome! I can’t begin to tell how I felt.

It may seem rather childish or perhaps stupid to get such a kick out of watching a helicopter taking off and landing, but not for me. I felt like a little boy again. I would love watching road graders and bulldozers building the Interstate back in the 60s. I spent hours watching those Dudes pushing earth back and forth; could never get enough of it.

The other thing that struck me was the gratitude I felt for the men and women of our Armed Forces. Imagine! We now have a voluntary Army, Navy, Marine Corps and Air Force. There they are, young men and women ready and willing to put their lives on the line to defend our country, making it their job to protect us. How can you ever repay someone for doing that?

I felt so proud of them out there in the field today. I thank them wholeheartedly for their commitment and feel honored to be an American with them.

Oh, and one other thing I learned. When only 50 yards away from a large military helicopter, never, ever, open up your car windows when they get ready to take off! Holy Hell! The sunroof was one thing, but when I put my window down so I could hear the full effect of the engines roar, everything not nailed down in my car flew out the window! Duh!

Thanks for reading this!

D-Loe

OKTOBER

Posted in Autumn, Fall, Foilage, Natural Beauty, Oxford, PA on October 29, 2012 by David Rothshoerne Loehmann

OKTOBER.