Category Archives: Diva Down!


In Which I Voyage Through My Atlas of Stevie Nicks

“Sara” reminds me of our 2-bedroom apartment in Raleigh, staring out the metal framed windows on rainy afternoons waiting for Dad to come home. “Wild Heart” brings back the tiny loft apartment I stayed in one summer home from college, where I had no over or stove only a hot plate. “If Anyone Falls”  reminds me of the burnt orange shag carpet in the living room, where I watched USA’s “Night Flight” for videos, since we didn’t have MTV. “Sometimes It’s A Bitch” brings back the…

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I Have Always Been A Storm …

Summer approaches … and that means, for me, it’s Stevie time. I’ve never been sure what made Stevie my particular diva. Certainly, Edge of Seventeen came right as I was on the edge of that age. MTV was in full force by the time Stand Back came out, and I twirled around on the harvest gold shag carpet of my parents’ living room, dreaming one day I would get out of North Carolina and be rich and famous, and have coffee with Stevie and talk…

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The Salmon Mousse

“It’s a Mister Death or something.” Heartbreakingly, my dad (gone just over a year now) warned me there would come a day when I was old enough to spend more time going to funerals than weddings. Two people I know – it may be romanticizing to call them friends, perhaps – but people I knew, worked with, partied with – both gone within the space of a week. It is enough to make you climb back in bed and pull the covers over your head.

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So many burdens …

Yes, like every other gay guy who came of age in the 80s, I, too, am affected by Whitney’s death. My diva has, and always will be Stevie, but Whitney’s songs covered the gamut of my real romantic life. Stevie is there when you need vague lyrics about architecture (truly, she does sing about hallways and buildings a lot), but Whitney sings about finding the credit card receipts for two peoples’ meal that her man left around after he supposedly bought grub for all 6…

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