Remember the old Saturday matinee at the neighborhood movie house, where we and our schoolmates viewed the latest news, cartoons, previews, serial and double features, plus popcorn, a drink and candy for 50 cents? Today, after you buy your surprisingly reasonable matinee or senior ticket and arrive at the refreshment counter, your mouth will drop…
The recent TV talent shows featuring elaborate and intricate displays of amazing abilities bring back fond memories of the less sophisticated, yet in many ways more enjoyable, local contests of long ago. Remember, seniors, the hard wooden chairs of the grange hall, lodge or auditorium and our home-grown stars; some appearing yearly and some nervously…
The movers and shakers in the world of sales and consumption now aim most, if not all, of their heavy advertising, political pandering and entertainment events at the new ultra-important consumers: the millennials. This means those born after 1980; you know, the ones we refer to as kids. The members of the next group in…
At times the crowd at the Pride Parade was more interesting than the marchers. Call me crazy, but I found the bare-chested hunks on the sidewalk more appealing than the various church groups, worthy as they may be. When the sun became too hot and we moved closer to the buildings for the shade, the…
Unthinkable! Impossible! But it happened and hordes of dewy-eyed youngsters are rushing to City Hall. In the midst of all this well-deserved jubilation, I feel it is my duty as a senior to point out a few realities. No, I am not going to be an unromantic old fart and mention the implications of this…
“They’re coming! They’re coming!” How exciting it is to hear those welcomed words. We forget how hot and steamy we’ve become and wait eagerly for the first sight and sound of the approaching climax of the morning, the parade. What a grand event this year celebrating our long dreamed of freedom to marry. The LGBT…
Goodness gracious! I just remembered pride is one of the seven deadly sins. Fact bible Wikipedia says it is the worst, leading to all the others. Yet here we are holding a parade and festival for it. Surely, there has been a mistake in the translation of the ancient tongue. What is there to celebrate?…
My prowess in sports is of legend. Not! Since my high school days I have tried to be “one of the boys,” but fate has been against me. My size, height and, above all, fear of the ball doomed me. Of particular memory is an afternoon with my friend Gloria and her constant buddy and…
This is my 100th brief! Looking back over the lgbtweekly.jeffjungblut.com Web site, I was especially pleased to re-live certain memories, i.e. Mine is Bigger than Yours (issue 26), High School Reunion (51), What’s a Dingleberry (36) and to review my advice in Beating Around the Bush (42), De-gay or Not De-gay (81), The Size of…
I may be treading into dangerous territory here. I know this is a family oriented magazine, but as a topic this is something my loyal fans can sink their teeth into. My years in Japan often left me in the dark as to newly coined slang words. I was aware of the many meanings of…
