Se Habla Sandra

[Dogpoet's celebration of the long-overdue DVD release of S. Bernhard's Without You I'm Nothing actually gave me blog nostalgia. It can't be much less than five years ago when I, a blogfanboy tiptoeing tentatively to the humble digs you see today, read early gay blog idols/lust objects Jonno, Jocko, and Dean as they let us in on a sliver of their early acquaintanceship with riffs on (I believe Jonno's, but maybe Dean's) initial, oblique, and paraphrastic post "No one speaks of polyhedra anymore, and that truly saddens me." The phrase one of them came up with for the homo inablility not to let fly with whole paragraphs of the show anywhere, anytime was "speaking Sandra."]

[The cool kids spoke Sandra. I began my own lessons at an Early Gay Party in Santa Barbara, call it Christmas 1991 for openers. (Remember those parties, when you'd go and you'd stand on your own, and you'd leave on your own, and you'd go home and you'd cry and you'd want to die...or at least change out of and then burn the unfashionable rags you'd bought before really coming out?) I attended with Sean, who'd briefly dated and dumped one of the hosts. Not surprisingly, I remember laughing most that first time at The Women of Rock n' Roll ("Like a gypsy...")and the gay one, whose title escapes me at the moment but not gallingly enough for me to get up and walk the five feet to the CD rack.]

[I've seen her perform five or six times since 1993, I think. Why didn't I save the stick of incense she handed me and half the rest of the audience during a post-Gulf War One piece at the Ventura Theatre? Why?! John spoke (speaks) Sandra. I just learned that John H. does, too. (Doesn't go with the rugged Denver cowboy/sports fan image, John. Sandra won't eat at Marie Callender's and neither should you.) If you were a gayboy with pretensions to cool in the early-mid 90s, there's a good chance you spoke Sandra, whicn means you probably still do.]

[I haven't heard...is the album (which is different enough from the movie that one might require a film-to-album dictionary, which would be like the Gayest Thing Ever!) still scandalously out of print? Don't think that when John and I split, surprisingly high on my to-do list wasn't to burn (ask him to burn) a copy of what had reverted to being just his CD.]

[We've been blogging long enough for nostalgia for demonstrably different times? Yes, we have.]

[Non sequitur, from an email exchange with Jeffrey today, the Second Gayest Thing Ever! "CAMP VALUE: The summer retreat for your gay boys and teens." My God, I'm funny.]

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