I had printed out photos from the Gays of Our Lives event, from the links the Eskimo Kiss ladies provided on the blog. One of the links went to the Facebook of someone who was clearly a huge Verbotene Liebe fan. The great majority of the pictures were of Thore and Jo. I ended up in several of the pictures, as I was sitting right by the stage. In at least one, I'm making a weird face, because I'm in pain from the camera flashes. I know I was wincing a lot, so that expression will end up in a lot of pictures. I'll have to get in touch with the VL fans and tell them to feel free to crop me out of the photos. Not that I'm concerned about being shown at an event which touched a fair amount on gay rights, and was heavily concerned with portraying gay people in relatively realistic and positive ways, considering the medium. I'm quite happy to be counted that way. I just don't think they have any need to show my face-screwed-up-in-pain expressi
Some of the other links led to photos of the discussion sessions. They included some nice ones. One of the links led to pictures of different actors, and I found a sweet photo of Dennis and Brent together. Brent is facing the camera with his arm around Dennis' shoulders. Dennis has his face against Brent's cheek, so you just see in profile that he has a big, joyful smile. He looks almost transcendently happy. (http://gaydaytime.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-1-gool-event-follow-up.html)
I showed M. the pictures. "This is one of my very favorites," I said. "It's a picture of Dennis with his husband." M. is a romantic, so I figured he'd appreciate that. He also enjoyed the pictures of Jo and Thore. I said, "Jo has the most beautiful eyes."
He said about either Jo or Thore, I'm not clear which, "Look at how broad his shoulders are." It really could have been either of them. He definitely appreciated how handsome they are.
I went back to dozing, and woke up enough when H. came in to show her the pictures, too. J.'s boyfriend leaned over to look as well. I suggested a couple of follow-ups on contacting alums from the late 1990s, but I think she got that I was too tired to really concentrate. She had the little device we'd recorded interviews on, but there were about ten people in the office, most of whom were waiting for the computers. When D.M. came in, he asked for a computer, and I said, "There's a line, and you're at the end of the line." The students made "ooh" noises. A bit later, I said to him, "I wasn't trying to be mean." He didn't seem to have taken it too terribly hard. The students say all kinds of things to each other.
Someone -- it might have been D.S. -- said, "This is the bitchiest office of any of the student organizations' offices." No one disagreed. It was definitely a day when the quips and random funny comments were flying.
When S. came in, I gave him Dennis' autograph, which I got on paper that had a rainbow on it. S. was thrilled, and put it away safely. I showed him the pictures of the guys. S. went for the shallow. "Dennis' husband isn't as good-looking as he is." I shrugged in a "Who would be?" sort of way, and thought that S. had really missed the point. S. was fretting about an art project due the next day, which he had no idea what to do about. He was supposed to make a fedora out of a material which would not be used in a conventional hat. That eliminated fabrics and leather. The project was twenty-five percent of his grade for the class.
"We can go to Jo-Ann Fabrics & Crafts," I said. "I'm sure they'll have a good craft material you can use." I said goodbye to the crew of young GLBT (and Allies) comedians, and S. and I set off to the Jo-Ann's in [semi-localish town]. S. found felt, and we found a lady who worked there to ask about a way to get the material to a consistency where it would set right, and stay together.
"There's this glue called Stiffie," she said. I hid a smile.
We set off to find the Stiffie. "How old are you?" S. asked.
"I'll be thirty-eight in a week," I replied. "But mentally I'm thirteen." After some searching among the glue rows, we found the Stiffie. S. got posterboard to make the crown and whatever in the proper shape. "Posterboard is cheaper at Target, " I noted. Then again, Target doesn't offer twenty or thirty kinds of glue, including several fabric glues. "Do you want to go straight back home?" I asked.
"Yeah, I should get to work on this right away." We headed back to the apartments where he lives. I'll have to ask him how he did on his project. H. e-mailed the alum I had specifically mentioned, and copied the e-mail to me. I'll have to apologize to H. for coming to the office when I was pretty much good for nothing, but she's come in in the same state, so I think she understood.