I’ve long been ambivalent about the Gay Pride March. In three decades in NYC, I’ve never marched and seldom gone to watch. I believed it was less about pride than pageant – swaggering leather queens, in-your-face drag queens, and, of course, the exhibitionist A-gays, bumping and grinding for the adoration of fellow Adonises. I didn’t […]
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I took part in Occupy Wall Street‘s protest in NYC’s Foley Square, which capped off their global “Day of Action.” According to the NYPD, 32,500 people filled the square, which is home to NY State and City Courthouses and Municipal Buildings. We then moved on to cross the Brooklyn Bridge. It was a thrilling experience. […]
I’ve recently spent time at Liberty Square with the folks in the Occupy Wall Street Movement. What I saw was fascinating and inspiring. Here’s my story that was recently published on Yahoo News: Notes from Liberty Square.
On October 15th, thousands crowded into Times Square, the “Crossroads of the World,” to join the Occupy Wall Street movement in protesting corporate greed, power, and their corrosive effect upon our society. The protest was part of a world-wide movement, with demonstrations in over 1,500 cities globally and over 100 US cities from coast to coast. I […]
On September 17, 2011, protesters with the Occupy Wall Street movement began demonstrating and living in New York’s Zuccotti Park. They called the small plaza in Manhattan’s Financial District “Liberty Square.” That’s where Occupy Wall Street is. But what is Occupy Wall Street? According to their official statement, “Occupy Wall Street is a leaderless resistance movement with people of many […]
“Damn. It’s already 8:58,” I grumbled, glancing at the morning show graphic on the television screen. I was running late for work… again. I rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and searched for my brown loafers. “Will I need a jacket?” A walk to the window revealed a crystalline blue sky. The air […]
I trudge along a maze of airport corridors into the vast holding pen of Customs inspection. As I wearily file into place, an old man beside me shakes his head and gripes, “They couldn’t open another line?” His familiar cadence, and complaint, confirms I am back home—in New York City. On the bus to Manhattan, […]