Some weird-assed people had underground disco anthems. Elkie Brooks made some very groovy shit though at the end of the 70’s. This is taken from her ‘Live & Learn’ LP in ‘79
There are a million versions of this song, but this version just kills it. Elkie’s husky voice, the weird ‘ping’ sounds, the loose percussion, it’s a killer.
And DJ Harvey likes to play it (there’s an edit of it on Moton Records from 2002)
I would be one of those weirdos’. I love this song so much, and yeah she kills it. I mean, for me to love this over the Millie Jackson version is just insane. Stoked to get homo and listen to this!!!!!
1.) you got kidnapped? 2.) I didn't know you did sex work. Cool beans.
I think this is my very first anon question. We shant disapoint so here we go:
1) I was 19, maybe 20. After a night at a party/rave, and an after party me and one friend and two fuckwads I mistoke as friends hit up a third party. It was around 8 in the morning and we were at this run down shit shack building that housed a lot of the parties in the city that was in the hood part of town.
So we are in a car outside the “club” and rolling our faces off, the driver in his seat, the dealer in the shotgun and me and this turdwaffle in back. So this G wannabe guy who I knew from around the block came up on the side of the car and was talking to the dealer about getting some pills, asking what he had and blah blah, G wannabe leaves for a minute and comes back with two real deal thugs and in an instant they rip a baggie of pills outta the dealers hand and just walk away.
Now the car we were in was an old big ass boat and the driver/douche was busy trying to talk up a girl on the sidewalk and was completely unaware of what just happened. We tell him to pull his head out of his ass and lets go, it was ten pills, not a huge loss. But captain fucktard E head says “Oh that’s not right, I am going to get those pills back” Yeah, keep in mind this guy is a tool pussy spoiled rich boy who’s never been in a fight. So before we can stop him he just up and gets out the car.
The door didn’t even close on the car. We never saw this other guy with them, on that side of the car, soon as the driver was out this guy slide into the front seat, where the keys were still in the ignition and the car was still running.
He put it into gear and started to drive. He pulls out a gun and starts talking this shit: You come down to MY NEIGHBOR HOOD , you want to see drugs to MY PEOPLE , DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM! I AM THE FUCKING SERIAL KILLER OF THE CITY.
So Mr Serial Killer (self proclaimed) is in the drivers seat, my dealer buddy is riding shot gun aaaaand shitting his pants and me and the fuckwad are in the back. He drives us deeper into the projects, talking alllll this shit. The only person speaking in the car to him is me. I tell him he is right, we got got, we shouldn’t be there and we know our place, told the dealer, give him all your shit, when the guy got made because he had no money to hand over I explained my dealer buddy had given all the cash he pulled in that night at the party to his supplier.
Oh fuckward next to me in the back seat did manage to contribute a steady plea of Please Sir Don’t Hurt Us from his wussy nasal lie hole of a mouth. Way to man up.
Well we end up in a back alley where there are four other guys waiting. We get out of the car (bitch next to me crying) they pretty much strip search the dealer(he was mute the whole time, another rich boy who’d never seen this kind of thing), us back seat guys empty out our pockets, I give this one hard lookin’ lazy eyed mother fucker the five dollar bill and twoonie(canadian two dollar coin) from my wallet. He threw the twoonie on the ground saying “I dont want your damn change” well sure as fuck I picked that shit up and told him “Bus fare for later”
And with a punch in the face to the dealer they left with the drugs that he had on him. They left us there with the car and just left. We stood there for probably a minute. Again I was the only one to talk(at least in the sense that I wasn’t crying and begging)I told the cry baby to shut the fuck up and drive the car, the one use for this tool was he could drive and I knew he drove high all the time. We drove back to where it all started only to find out that the driver who got out of the car had his ass whoop’d(shocker) We were told by the other kids outside the building where the party was still going on that someone had called the cops at this point. Ugh, well it turns out that my dealers dealers supplier just lived up the street and had already heard what happened and we ran there to hide.
There we argued about who was going to take the driver to the hospital, he had a chipped bones in his face and was just annoying to boot.
I would like to point out this all happened while I was on three hits of DMT E.
2) sex work, well that is another story for another day, ask again and I will tell you then, but I gotta say: Not cool beans.
So I just read this persons account of being attacked in St Lucia. Five men brutally attack and rob for lack of a better term tourture a gay couple and friend.
I have so much shame for denying who I was, but I did not feel I could endanger my friend and boyfriend by admitting who I was. I wish I could have fought back more
That part caused me to flash back to my own encounter in which I dienied being gay.
It was about five years ago. I was working Saturday nights in a bar. A straight bar. I actually function and live in a mostly straight community. 95% of the people I hang out with are straight. 95% of the time in my life my being gay isn’t a key factor. Maybe 90%.
Anygay, the bar was closing for the night, I ran into an old school homo homie from my tweaker years who was walking by and going home. I opted to go hang out with him for a bit, talk shit about back in the day and finish off the baggie of coke I had in my pocket. We hang, we do dumps, we chatter. Around 5 am I pull it together to get a cab and go home. At the same time my friends roommate also had a friend over who was also heading out so we agreed to share a cab since we were going the same way and at this time in the morning it was hard to find a cab in the first place.
I should maybe explain something before I finish this. I don’t look “gay”. Whatever that means. A lot of times when I first meet people and haven’t said much and they find out I am gay they give the “I’d never know you are gay based on…….”
We get in the cab, the other guy in the cab with me is getting out just a few blocks away while I am going to be in the car for a good 15 minutes after he gets out. Soon as he gets out of the car and the cab pulls back onto the road the cabbie suddenly chats me up.
Cabby: How do you know that guy?
Me: He is my friends roommates friend
Cabby: ahh. I think he was gay, a fag.
Me: oh yeah…..
Cabby: yeah, man them is everywhere here. You aren’t one of them is ya? In my country we don’t have none of that.
Ugh. Here I am. 5am. In this cab with this guy………. Oh and in the HOOD. Crack dealers corner to my left. Dead end alleys to the right. Actually just a block up from where I was kidnapped in a drug robbery gone wrong five years before hand. I just wanted to be home. So this fuckery came out of my mouth:
Me: Oh I’m not gay, that guy is my friends roommates friend. She has all kinds of gay friends, I was just looking to make the cab ride a little cheaper.
I hated myself in that moment. I wish I’d been ballsy enough to say “Yup Yup love the dick too”! or anything honest.
I learned early on that you have to pick and choose your moments. I know that for me to really “win” when it comes to battling homophobia and the what nots of fuckery in the world that you have to be alive to win: meaning that survival is paramount. I don’t win any points for standing up in situations I don’t walk away from.
In reflecting on that one short moment in that car, that moment is how some people live the bulk of there lives. Hiding who they are. Terrified of the truth.
I take it for granted how truly free I live my life
Steve “Silk” Hurley - The Word is Love / Say the Word
This song was on the CD that cemented a change in my taste in music and the direction I was headed in life.
I started going to Raves when I was 16, I started going to them because I heard there were basically piles of guys in corners going at it and I wanted IN ON THAT ACTION!
I went to several parties and was disapointed by the lack of heaps of E gang bangs going on, I didn’t really know anyone and really kind of didn’t get the music. It actually went on like this for about two years.
I got into the outfits more, I got into the drugs more and even had a boyfriend and via him now a social group that was alllll about the parties, but I still didn’t quite feel the music. Stuff like John Kelly was the stuff being played around me, hard stuff with no or little vocals.
Then I heard a CD. Gene Ferris - Live @ The Velvet Olive , a bar here in the city. The set started out with a sped up accapella of Rochelle Flemmings break it down part of Let No Man Put Asunder and went into It Must Be Love , then Shelter and then something else and then this song, Say The Word. That string of tracks together was it. It all clicked. You mean I can wear these outfits, do these drugs and be part of this group AND I GET TO LISTEN TO THIS MUSIC?!?!
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Troy, Michigan Mayor Janice Daniels, whose recently-uncovered Facebook status update from June declaring “I think I am going to throw away my I Love New York carrying bag now that queers can get married there” has put her in national headlines, faced a row of furious City Council members and four hours of public debate from residents angry over her words, Patch reports.
Said Councilman Jim Campbell: “You were wrong, and you know you were wrong. You embarrassed the city. We’ve lost business in the city in the last few days because of your statements. We’ve got the whole country laughing at us.”
Check out a video of Daniels being admonished by Council Members, AFTER THE JUMP…
Added Dane Slater: “I’m gonna be the first to let you know that you are not the victim here. You sent me a memo apologizing but it gave me the sense that you think you’re the victim here, and you are not the victim. The city is the victim.”
Especially eloquent were several Troy High School students who spoke early in the meeting. “This isn’t an issue about sexuality … this is about being human,” said Troy High senior Skye Curtis, co-founder of the school’s Gay-Straight Alliance.
"The part of this ordeal that is the most morally repugnant to me is the lack of thought that Mayor Daniels put into this … Daniels’ casual use of an outdated slur has had the greatest possible impact on the most innocent members of her constituency, Troy’s youth. We are too young to vote but we are not too young to be impacted by your words."…
"Mayor Daniels – and especially the Troy City Council – the limelight is on you," said Denise Brogan-Kator, executive director of Equality Michigan. "This is your moment; make the best of it. You can do better, and the people of Troy deserve better."
"We came here tonight because we wanted Mayor Daniels to have a really good look at – and to meet for maybe the first time in her entire life – a gay family," Birmingham resident Amy Weber said. Amy and her wife, Tina, spoke directly to Daniels during public comment, and the couple’s two young daughters brought drawings to give to the mayor.
Keith Olbermann named Daniels his “Worst Person in the World” yesterday
but I know it’s up to me in how I let it affect me day to day. So I am just going to get up everyday, put my best foot forward and slap a smile on my face and let out as many toxic silent passive aggressive farts as I can.