May I touch your Breast ? (Straight Men acting Gay to meet women)

A few years ago, I read a short blurb in the Sacramento News and Review about men accosting women in Faces.

Earlier this evening I was talking to a friend of mine…  Two weeks ago she and her girlfriends went dancing at Faces, they often prefer gay dance clubs over straight clubs.    One man seem to fixated on the boobs of one of her girlfriends to the point that they were actually blocking him on the dance floor.

Is this a Sacramento phenomenon?

Apparently not, for years they have been some straight men who bravely venture into gay venues all over the world. looking for women..

So ladies, if you have ever straightened out a gay man….if very possible he wasn’t gay….

Family Values- "I spank you cause your a bad girl)

Chick a boom, Chick a Boom, don’t cha just love it…..

Of course he’s married…..(with children)

N if it weren’t for the pesky microphone, he could still be frolicking with those two married women here in Sacramento. (dontcha just hate that)

Poor ole former Assemblyman Mike Duvall from the clean streets or Orange County California, joins Former New York Governor and (Big Tipper) Eliot Spitzer, Go get a ruler and measure it for me and Chairman of the House Caucus on Missing and Exploited Children, Congressman Mark Foley from Florida.and the toe tapper himself (never sat in a bathroom stall he didn’t just  love) Former Senator from Idaho Larry Craig.

Mayor Kevin Johnson, (Soap City Part 1)

I love smart people, there is something sexy about an intelligent person.

I moved to the Big Tomato in 1993 from San Francisco. One of the many things I like about Sacramento is district elections. With district election there is direct representation from someone in your area

In most cities council members are elected citywide, the problems is that, those elected officials are not often directly in touch with issues effecting your neighborhood.

Being a politico, I watched the city council meetings on cable.   I was a fan of former Mayor Joe Serna, councilpersons Heather Fargo and Debra Ortiz, I admired their intelligence and grasp of the issues.

Many elected officials rely on their staff, few actually read the pages  sent to them on various issues….

By their responses at the meetings it was very evident that the two women on the council knew and read the information . They always seem well prepared, Ms Fargo was very passionate about her district (she lives in South Natomas)  she and Ms Ortiz clearly did their homework and unlike their colleagues  had a full firm grasp of the issues. They actually read the info packets, Ms Ortiz could tell you what page a certain subject or issue was on. I was very impressed.

In 1994, I met Heather Fargo at a Natomas Community Association meeting, with her encouragement I became a board member at the first meeting, I found her warm and charming.

When she represented district 1 (Downtown and Natomas), I found myself in agreement with her on many city issues. including a new arena for the Sacramento Kings. She was against the city paying for a new arena. This was a time when city libraries were closed three and four days a week. I admired her passion about planning in North Natomas.

One of her many fans I volunteered for her when she initially ran for mayor.

As mayor , I think she lost her way. She and I lost touch. Some said she was polarizing, Others said she was very stubborn.and difficult. What I wremember was a leader who connected with the public. Her support of the Kings Arena at a time when the city had a deficit. troubled me

Enter Kevin Johnson,. I believe Mr Johnson is the highest profile candidate who has ever run for city offices. He was a professional Basketball player for the Phoenix Suns…. Local boy makes good.

Mr Johnson wasn’t a fixture at city hall and from his public appearances, it was clear he knew little about ow government worked.   From what I read, nearly all of his business affiliations  were somewhat controversial , from the Charter School to his Real Estate holdings in Oak Park.

I couldn’t support Mayor Fargo and I didn’t respect Kevin Johnson. I was astounded by his lack of intelligence, I found myself often screaming at the television.. With four hundred and sixty thousand persons living in the city limits, these were our choices?   The Sacramento Bee gave the impression that they to had troubles with the remaining candidates.

Mr Johnson, he has some serious baggage,here in Sacramento and beyond. What bothered me most about Mr Johnson is/was his complete lack of knowledge and lack of preparation for the job he was running. But Former Major Fargo made it easy for him. Intimidated by his profile and financial connections, she handed him the position.

But here we are, Kevin Johnson is my mayor… I hope that he will succeed as Mayor of this wonderful city.

So far there has been a LOT of noise coming from the mayor office.

But its early…to soon perhaps.

As the business of Mayoring goes in Sacramento… It’s pretty bland, boring  No fun sex scandals….no bribery, no corruption Even with the likes of former mayor Joe Serna…..B O R I N G

Like the nightlife in midtown…..Things are changing……….

Enter our new Mayor……

The Jackson’s could almost envy his toothy smile.(almost-calling Dr Smile)

Rumor is he has traded up, from Oak Park to the L Street Lofts……..

He is one of the best dressed Mayors (not up to the level of Willie Brown) but he holds his own.

There are some who say he has a friends and enemies list. a la Richard Millhouse Nixon.

He wants more power….. The Richard Daley Chicagoland Power.

There are some who believe that his non paid staff has too much power and influence on I Street.

Angry about the huge expansion of the Galleria Mall in Roseville ( now the areas largest shopping mall) He has given an Ultimatum to the largest shopping center company in the world Westfield telling them to remodel the Downtown Plaza or……………..

Retailers are clamoring to get into the Galleria, high end stores like Tiffany has bypassed Sacramento altogether while the Plaza cant attract Target.the sales per square foot is nearly double the Downtown Plaza.

So back to the question, remodel Downtown Plaza or what? Does the Mayor have a plan B?

The smiles are report ably few in City Hall (unless your apart of his inner circle) Its quite possible that before his term is over, we just might have that scandal.

( my eyes are moist with anticipation)

I’m Beginning to Understand

A lot of super urban people see people from small towns or smaller urban areas as yockles ,slow, dumb.

There is some truth to this. Many people from smaller area are not exposed to wide range of people.

One couple from Wilton gave man $50 in the parking lot of the Hilton after hearing his sad tale only to question their decision moments later.

Born and raised in the San Francisco Bay Area, and a New Yorker for four years u the super urban dweller steps out of his domicile prepared for battle. Your, instinctively aware of the surroundings, you rushes past solicitations for cash,avoid eye contact because that could mean a story or a long sad tale that could ultimately delay to work.

An super urban dweller has to be aggressive This aggressiveness would seem rude in small towns , the alternative could mean missing the bus, train or subway.

Sacramento, is the second smallest metro area that I have lived in… A lot of the people here are refugees from the San Francisco bay area and Los Angeles who move here for the dream of ownership. Home prices here are often two thirds less that it is in many of the coastal cities.

In many cities, boomers are returning to the city core they once abandoned for the suburbs.

For many people who have lived here most of their lives, Sacramento is a cowtown not much here not a real city. Outside Sacramento, the is a buzz, there are many articles being written about Sacramento from San Francisco to Boston they speak well of midtown, the massive trees and the energy. These stories have brought people looking for an slower pace. If you sit and listen in some of the midtown/downtown restaurants you will here accents who have relocated here. into midtown from Philadelphia and New York.

From San Francisco,we settled in the south Natomas section of Sacramento. We like he trees in the area and the location, just north of downtown and near shopping. For the first few years I commuted into downtown San Francisco (88 miles)

One evening, my mini van ran out of gas in the center the communities busiest intersection. I glanced out of my rear view mirror and noticed two men on either side of the van, I convinced that I was going to be robbed…., I prepared my self. Pulling out cash and kicking my wallet under the seat. The gentlemen simply pushed my van out of the intersection and asked me could the take me to get gas.

It took me, six months to allow the Belair bag boys to unload my car. People smile in Sacramento and say hello. People in Sacramento are outraged when the have to stand on a bus or light rail vehicle, pushing is just rude and for some could mean that they will never take public transit again. They don’t have my armor……

Last night, my neighbors were out in the square, they are a common site in the evenings when its cooler, someone brought tortilla chips, someone else when upstairs and brought beer down, another tamales… Despite living downtown, we have a homeless problem, they felt safe.

My family in I lived in the Cow Hollow section of San Francisco, no one outside your building spoke or said hello. In fact one neighbor in my building angerly told me to stop saying hello to him!

In the fourteen years we lived there I knew the name of two people in the neighborhood.

Sometimes I miss being that super urban dweller. As the plane lands at JFK, I instantly transform…my body changes and my vocabulary changes… “get the fuck outta here” “stupid ass fuck” he’s a fuckin moron” “fuck you” I am very aggressive.

Every now and then the Sacramentan I have become, come out, as I marvel at the architecture. Huge mistake as someone try’s to sell me something or tells me about a new religion and would I like to make any donation.

In the four months I have lived in the apartment complex, I know the names of eleven people. People smile and ask me how I’m doing? If I’m coughing they ask what I’m taking for that?

One this day, I am doing laundry, I’m fantasizing about winning the mega million lottery. That’s New York Money, I thought to myself…. enough that I could live in a high rise on the 40th floor.

My daydream was interrupted by my neighbor Keith, who wondered why I was doing my laundry in the heat of the day? Something tells me, in New York Keith would properly pass by me in silence and think idiot!

I’m beginning to understand……


Who wants to be a Millionaire? I do I do…

I sometimes fantasize about winning that million, I picture myself being casual or mildly surprised, none of this wildly jumping about.

One a month I make the Pilgrimage to the local casinos, Thunder Valley or Cache Creek, I enjoy the drive to Cache Creek through Woodland and the gentle hills of Capay Valley, I am sure the traffic to the massive casino complex has disrupted the lifestyle for many in the area. Occasionally you will see homemade signs that begs the government not to flatten the hillside to widen the roadway.

Much of the area is isolated. Having lived in a metro area all my life, I wonder what life must be like for the people who live there. . No movie theaters or malls or large stores for that matter. Do they travel to Woodland for a good time? and what do they think of thousands of people from the Bay Area and Sacramento polluting their area?

Without warning Cache Creek appears from around the bend. Its a massive complex that pushes its way up a large hill. Casino,hotel and golf course. Rows of buses congregate in the lower parking areas….Bringing treasure seekers..

On this day, I have a coupon which promises forty dollars in bonus play. I drive up hill into the casinos parking garage… only the upper levels seem full on this Wednesday.

If there was away to bring people in hosptial beds to the casinos they would.Casinos seem to draw a full range of people all sharing the same dream of the million dollar pull. The dress code is dingy(from the latin term dingetta).

From the garage at Cashe Creek you take an elevator to the first floor, you pass the hotels front desk (with a massive waterfall) before you enter the casino. To right is a members area, where you can get a card to earn points and qualify for drawing s and such. There is almost always a line here. In the line are elderly men and women, some in wheelchairs, some who seem nearly blind. One not so old man looked as he was from a homeless shelter, he was standing in very dirty (dingetta)pants, he had on old wooden crutch and some very worn sneakers. There were a couple of women pulling oxygen tanks….one would pull her mask off to take a puff from her cigarette.. I’m always amazed by that. Smokers and oxygen. (I am always aware of where they sit as I have a fear of exploding canisters.)

I’m not sure why but EVERY TIME I visit Cache Creek, someone is passed out,(is that a requirment?-perhaps extra bonus points or a trip to the buffet?) the ambulance is always there, I often wonder, did they lose the rent or medicine money? That would do me in… I am strictly low rent, if I blew my rent at the casino, I would be on the floor.

At Thunder Valley, near Sacramento, the patrons are younger. At night I notice a lot of meth users with scarred faces.

The Indian Casinos are the only places in California where one can smoke. I think people light up because they can,…. At Thunder Valley the have a tiny room for non smokers and for what ever the reason where ever I sit, a smoker will sit on either side of me.

When I was a younger , I remember seeing patrons dressed up at the casino’s. Where are those glamorus patrons that you see in the Bond movies? In formals, furs and tuxedo’s. It was a time when people dressed,my mother insisted that wore a suit when we traveled on airplane.

She dressed up when she went shopping, it was a time not long ago. Today its bulletproof polyester, tee shirts and shorts, flip flops and sneakers. So I cant relate to THOSE people who have no style. Those slot players with there lit cigaretts and streach pants. I thought to myself.

Today, I’m looking for the “HOT SHOT’ machine…. I like that machine, it makes a lot of noise. Speaking of noise, there was a lady behind me screaming her Wal Mart wearing top off. it has to be big money, I say to myself. as I turn around.. SIX DOLLARS was her take, perhaps she should give up red meat. Damm! (I say to myself) stop all that hollering!.

I move on to the other machine, I seem to get attached to the machines with the funny videos. Gone are the put your nickel in and pull business like machines. The new slots have puzzles and stories coming out to you in stereo on Bose speakes.

After about an hour I had gone through my bonus..and it was time to head home.As I went into the bathroom to wash the cigarette smoke off my skin, I was started by the image of a tacky man in a stained tee shirt, he was wearing converted shorts ,one leg longer than the other. He had very ashy legs and feet. IT very clear that that man didn’t own a mirror,.

On my drive back to Sacramento, I stopped at Wal Mart and bought myself a mirror and I tossed the shorts in the dumpster.

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