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I usually don’t care about how people interpret text, but I’ll throw hands with anyone that says James Farrow is dead

DO YOU CREATE YOUR ART OR DOES YOUR ART CREATE YOU

tennis rivalries as tumblr textposts pt. 1 [pt. 2]

My name is Lew Wentz.

I am a 69 year old gay criminal defense lawyer. I have been keeping journals for 47 years as of September 14, 1977.

I came out as a gay man in 1984. I was married to a woman then. I left the marriage after telling her I was gay.

My younger sister, Zoe, who I was very close to, died rather suddenly of pancreatic cancer in May of 2023. She gave me permission to blog the last two weeks of her life. Those blogs run from May 1 to May 14, 2023.

I journaled my journey through the turbulent 1980's and 1990's. During that time, I was pretty vocal about being gay. I volunteered to help people with aids through their illness and death. And, I believe because of this, I was fired from my job as a deputy Public Defender in Modesto California. I also documented the 12 year relationship I had with my partner, Jim, who died in 2009.

I wrote pretty much daily about these events and many others. I never intended for the entries to be made public. But, I now think they should be, as they weave what I believe to be our common story of what it's been like to be out, human and gay in the past four decades.

And, as I journaled, I developed ideas and ways to journal and wrote about them in the journals. I discuss the impact journaling has had on me. And, the amazing revelation reviewing journal entries for the blog and book of just how incredible our lives have been. Memory fades. The journal details do not.

Since Trump was elected for a second term on November 5, 2024, I have also begun to explore resistance in my blog against the coming repressive regime.

"You have to choose a subject" but what if i wanna be an author, poet, dancer , philosopher, academic researcher, hiker, historian, movie producer, photographer, essay writer, fisherman, interior designer, stuntman, wrestler, cult icon, biker, unknown painter who lives in secret mysterious vigilante who lives in the shadows, and unrefined nonhuman perception that changes with the seasons all in my one little life and have my own little infinity amongst all these big infinities WHAT IF?

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,

Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,

Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)

Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,

Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,

Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,

The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

  Answer.

That you are here—that life exists and identity,

That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

by WALT WHITMAN

godd the german beatles at the start of jojo rabbit always get me

as a society what is our plan to abolish the gender divide in tennis so we can get a casperiga singles match

what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?