Thursday, April 16, 2020

Palm Springs Casket: Dead Queen in a Trailer

His story ends at the beginning of mine.

The man who owned the trailer I'd like to buy for as little as it's worth died last August. He was 87. The old trailer, from 1968, has been subject to the slow grind of probate court since then. He didn't leave a will or footprints to follow. I speculate he didn't have close relatives. Just the standard list of former addresses that are available on the internet and probate documents from the county. The fact is he lived in filth. It was shocking to walk inside with the real estate agent. She arrived in a white luxury car. An odd fit for the commission. She left me with a cartoon of her on a card, happy face and twiggy thin. She must have gained weight since then. I saved it.

The toilet's water valve was rusted and I couldn't untwist it to test the flush. She told me not to try, afraid something would break. I want her to estimate how much it will cost to repair and she doesn't want me counting problems. We're not getting along. The old man never cleaned his feces off the bowl so ebony brownie is caked up an inch like frosting. After a desert summer in temperatures over 120 degrees it's petrified. An archaeologist could make a calendar and reconstruct his menus. It's the most personal relic of him 8 months after his death as I look inside his trailer casket. The tub and bathroom sink are too worn to keep, same for mirrors and anything on hinges. What's not unhinged will be. The bathroom was bad but so were the fixtures in kitchen and bedroom. The faucet was loose in kitchen sink. All electrical outlets were loose. The carpet was stinky and soiled. The plastic air conditioner was brittle and wouldn't start.

Perhaps he was unable to care for himself. Legally, the agent had to reveal he died in the trailer. So he must have been able to get to the grocery store and had enough sense to remain independent. I'm guessing the heir is a niece who didn't know him well. He was intestate so no one was close. His past addresses correspond to what one would expect for a gay man who spent life in Southern California: Hillcrest in San Diego; North Hollywood and Studio City in LA; Palm Springs in the desert. There were a couple of others places in the San Fernando Valley.

According to the public records in Riverside County he wasn't poor. There is $250,000 dollars in the estate. So he could have made renovations to the trailer but chose not to. Maybe he was a pig or too cheap to hire someone. Perhaps he expected to live another 10 years and told himself he'd need every dime for the unforeseen.

I've spoken with the neighbor a few times. The neighbor has lived in his double wide trailer for 3 years. It's in much better shape on a bigger lot. It's typical of all others in the park, except the one I'm interested in which is the smallest on the smallest lot. He paid 35k three years ago. The Estate wants 20k for "mine" but they haven't gotten it yet. First I made a lowball bid and the agent ignored me. I contacted her again and instead of making a counteroffer she wrote get lost! I don't like her style.

A few times I've driven by and the neighbor is outside smoking next to "my" trailer.  I questioned whether that would be a problem, but dismissed it as I would relax outside on the opposite side out of smoke range. He seems like a friendly older gay man but did say something that didn't fit. It was the last time I ran into him and mentioned the lock down in place order that had just gone into effect in Palm Springs due to the Corona Virus pandemic. He said he didn't care because he was under house arrest. That was unexpected. He's at least 70 and seems gentle and easy going. I considered he might be joking. Or perhaps he got a drunk driving charge and can't leave his property. It's never too late until it is.

Monday, November 04, 2019

Is a Gay Republican an Oxymoron? Or Just a Moron?


The opinions expressed in this publication are those of the author. They do not purport to reflect the opinions or views of the Photo Ranch or its members.

By Cal Avocado 11/5/2019

Stockholm Syndrome is defined by Oxford as “feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.”

Falling in love with your abuser. Why would a gay man trust his vote to an abusive party. He is appeasing an enemy. Bowing with a plea, “Get to know me and you’ll learn to love me.” This tiger will choose the veggie burger, not me.

Or is he angry. Mad at the world for failing him and revenge voting. With this vote I harm myself and everyone like me. I’ll enjoy their misfortune, especially smarter guys. I’ll boo against us and vote for violence. Never reach far to find advice to self-harm. Cut yourself, man. You can’t cum and enjoy it, coward. Shadenfreude!

He’s depressed. A fantasy “suicide bomber” staying small instead of exploding his truck balls in a gay parade. Religious and civil law create corrupt moral cover for bombers. The smug theocrat receives a big pension instead of a long sentence.

The party that homo-hates is happy to have an agreeable fool to call trash. To be a toilet for heterosexual filth. Without an untouchable a better caste can’t exist. They'll use him to sanitize their worst smell.

Or it could be his ambition. He’ll be the party token and rise with no competition. A eunuch that won’t produce any more like him. A leashed monkey surrounded by men looking down disapprovingly as he masturbates. Exhibited again and again to denounce monkeys. His participation offers his sponsors protection for their crimes. Call them homophobic and they point to him, “He’s one of us!” They’ll get him a beard, a fake blonde from the art of acting. His lot will be a cold place in the sun. Or he’ll accept a shadow in heaven if he can’t mate girls. Celibate homosexuals are eligible for the cheap seats. Majorities don’t usually harm themselves and the majority of homosexuals will not marry their abuser. Recruits like him are rare.

Something is wrong. He’s suffering from shame and twisting the source into a master that owns him.

Or he could be selfless, a hero in a bestseller who wins the impossible, or a minor martyr who loses as predicted. He’ll impress his captor as a representative of his affinity group, evidence we’re not so bad. This is a passive strategy with poor results. A rabbit rolling over to convince a dog not to kill.

Discrimination based on supernatural “evidence” is not to be trusted. It’s philosophy, not physics. Who interprets his imagination as the word of god is saying he is god. He who creates god is god.

The owner of the magical idea has huge influence, indisputable and unarguable, until someone stronger captures it. The tyrant adapts the idea to his needs. Stop calling it god and call it what it is, nature.

Thursday, June 27, 2019

Movie from 1967, "Portrait of Jason" documentary of an African-American Queen in New York City discussing himself


"Portrait of Jason"

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The Desert in Your Mind

It's not desert you see, it's desert you imagine inspired. Don't expect it to happen often, it doesn't.

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"Reaching the Mountain Top"

Here's a new piece from my trip in Puerto Vallarta available on a variety of products from Redbubble.com

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"Peyote Dawn" Desert Landscape in Glistening Colors

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I've been in Mexico, Puerto Vallarta to be specific, for a month. During that time I've continued to create artwoks with the subject of deserts. Like I've been working on in Phoenix and Palm Springs, but the colors have been affected by the local environment. The landscape colors are more saturated, with less white and grey in colors than the desert. Also the culture is more saturated. It's less "beige," with more bustle, and reflected in local artwork, both contemporary and historical. The Huichol tribe dominates craft style, with intensely colored pattern paintings. Apparently, hallucinogenic experiences after consuming the Peyote roots (Mescaline) are an influence.




Wednesday, June 12, 2019

"The Desert Within You"

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Monday, June 10, 2019

Gila River Desert Sunset from Redbubble

Gila River Desert Sunset available at Redbubble, Saatchi and Society6.

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Wednesday, June 05, 2019

Cal Avocado in Puerto Vallarta. Low Budget Chicanada.

Got a room for $17.00 in Puerto Vallarta. Same place as last year. Bought some cleaning supplies and after a couple hours of scrubbing it's clean and smells like a Monsanto pine forest with the help of Pinol, a Mexican cleaning liquid and disinfectant. Since this room is on a top floor in a low priced hotel, the internet signal doesn't have enough strength to connect a laptop, so a Chicanada is required. I'm using a smart phone as a hot spot (router) and have reliable wifi internet access.




TOP DEFINITION
Something fixed the thrifty/cheap way.
Look at that car's bumper they busted a chicanada to make it stay in place.

by sweetmami619 April 15, 2007