Some Announcements

RIGHT NOW: The Great Checkout — Providence Community Library’s annual raffle of human experiences is drawing to a close! Whether you like whiskey, astronomy, gondola rides, ice cream, tracing your family history, giant puppets, or baking, there is something here for you and your family. Tickets are $25 each and if you buy two then you get a third for free. (Also, most of the prizes are meant to be shared… If $25 is too steep for you, get some friends to pitch in!)

6/10: LGBTQ Reception for Jorge Elorza — Jason and I are on the host committee for a reception for mayoral candidate Jorge Elorza, which takes place on Tuesday, 6/10 from 6-8pm at DeVille’s Cafe. That’s right: we’re actively supporting a mayoral candidate for the first time. (Also, if you’d like to see all six (for now) candidates for mayor, head to the Mayoral Forum at Wanskuck Library on Thursday, 6/12!)

6/19: The Mummy-In — The newly restored Egyptian room at the RISD Museum is reopening soon, and Not About The Buildings is teaming up with the Providence Athenaeum for The Mummy-In, an out-loud reading of Edgar Allen Poe’s “Unwrapping The Mummy.” This takes place at 6pm on Thursday, June 19th and then we’ll squeak our way upstairs to see the mummy in person. (PS: It’s a Gallery Night event and part of RISD Museum’s Design The Night programming, so museum admission is free.)

6/20-6/21: Mala Mala — Road trip! Headmaster is sponsoring two screenings of Mala Mala, a new documentary about Puerto Rican LGBTQ advocates. This is taking place as part of the Provincetown Film Festival, with screenings on Friday, 6/20, at 9:45pm and Saturday, 6/21, at 2:15pm.

6/25: A PawSox Game — Providence Community Library is hosting a Pawtucket Red Sox game. I haven’t actually seen the PawSox, or any baseball game at all for that matter, since I was about seventeen, but this might be fun! Especially if you are there! Tickets are only $8, half of which will be given directly to Providence Community Library, and I’ve got a bunch to sell so if you’re interested let me know and I’ll hold one (or more) for you.

I had a dream.

We were in a big mall in Toronto, and when I say we I know I was in a group but I’m not sure now who else was there. We stayed forever at Banana Republic, which for some reason had multiple reading room/waiting rooms. I read for awhile, after going through their sale section and deciding that $69 was still too much for a pink cardigan. Then I went to use the men’s room, forgetting my bag with my two books in it. The bathrooms were enormous and along a u-shaped hallway. The first points were urinals and then I turned the first corner and there were lots of women there looking in the mirror so I turned back. How odd that the women have to walk by peeing men to get to their mirrors, although better that than the other way around, probably. The walls were an eerie blue-gray-green and the only lights were a grid of fluorescents that flickered on and off, not like a strobe but more like someone’s fancy art installation about power. The urinals glowed a sci-fi green but only when you stood in front of them. Standing in front of them also rendered you kind of invisible to the people walking by. When I left the men’s room I realized that I had forgotten my books.

Then I was home with my mother, telling her that I was contemplating suicide. She seemed fine with that, and I told her I was thinking of driving to Maine to drown myself. “It’s cold there,” she said. So I got in the car and drove to Maine. “The water’s cold enough in August,” I told myself. “It’s not even Memorial Day yet.” And then I’m at a beach. There’s a trace of snow covering the sand and I crunch through it. There are tall plants, taller than me, and I can’t see much. The water is cold but not that cold and I actually really like it. I make it into waist level and don’t have a problem, which surprises me. The waves are high but they’re not breaking near me; that would be too much, I decide. And then I don’t kill myself.

Suddenly we’re back in Toronto, Jason and me and a bunch of other people including our friend Hannah and this one girl that I don’t actually know who used to sing in a band with some friends of mine. We’re at some sort of warehouse-sized penthouse bar barty with enormous windows, just hanging out, when suddenly someone screams. We look out a window and see someone jumping out of a window. Then we see someone bouncing up from below, but halfway across the skyline. Then another one. Then we realize the windows are actually video screens. Someone speeds across the sky on a bicycle, staring at us.

"Hey, I didn’t know you were here," someone says to the singer, addressing her by name. "Oh, right," I think. "That’s her name."

"Are you really high?" he asks her. "I heard you were here to see Dave this morning."

She says nothing, ducks into a bathroom.

"Do you think I should do some balloon," Hannah says.

"Sure," we say, hesitantly. "You’re not driving, so…"

Jason and I are left alone, wondering what balloon even is and why everyone is so excited when this is obviously all just an ad for the Olympics that Toronto will be hosting soon.

The LA Weekly article about Tom Cruise is worth reading; the comments are also worth reading, though not for the same reason.

The LA Weekly article about Tom Cruise is worth reading; the comments are also worth reading, though not for the same reason.

Seen on a scarf
photo by Jason

Seen on a scarf

photo by Jason

My street

My street

Another memorable photo from last year.

Another memorable photo from last year.

I’m trying to get my inbox down to zero—it was over 3000 a few weeks ago—and now I’m down to things like this. This is a photo I took on Jason’s phone and then emailed myself. We were getting to New York. If I remember right it was when we were going to see Zena el Khalil at the Powerhouse Arena.

I’m trying to get my inbox down to zero—it was over 3000 a few weeks ago—and now I’m down to things like this. This is a photo I took on Jason’s phone and then emailed myself. We were getting to New York. If I remember right it was when we were going to see Zena el Khalil at the Powerhouse Arena.

Two big Headmaster events coming up: 5/3: The 2nd Annual Pawtucky Derby Machines With Magnets 400 Main Street, Pawtucky, RI 9pm Big hats! Fancy attire! Prizes! Giveaways! Pony ride dance contest! More! 5/8: Headmaster No. 6 NYC Release Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay & Lesbian Art 26 Wooster Street 6-8pm Both events are free and open to the public and stuff like that.

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The 2nd Best Thing About Rhode Island: Federal Hill — Cox Sports Online

I like to think that my neighborhood—the second best thing about Rhode Island!—is less of a one-dimensional mob-themed tourist trap than this video implies. At the same time, though, it’s very, uh… touristy. And Mafia-themed.

Actually I could get into how infuriating it is that people in/around Broadway act like they live in a different neighborhood when clearly they don’t. But I’ll save that for another day.

Facebook just suggested that I might know my high school band director—I wasn’t actually in the band but he was also the organist at my godparents’ church—and apparently he looks like this now.

Facebook just suggested that I might know my high school band director—I wasn’t actually in the band but he was also the organist at my godparents’ church—and apparently he looks like this now.