A Queer Mobile

Uncle Harve's Journal: 3. Teacher

Traveling to Montana, Uncle Harve teaches on an Indian reservation in the 1910s.

Uncle Harve's Journal: 4. Ducks

An encounter with duck-hunting politicians.

Uncle Harve's Journal: 5. Friends, Neighbors, Relatives

An encounter with a spiritualist, and the fracas between an evangelist and a 'lady of the evening'.

Uncle Harve's Journal: 6. Surveyor

Uncle Harve tells why a bull is not the surveyor's best friend.

Uncle Harve's Journal: 7. Miscellany

Uncle Harve closes with his opinions on writers of the day, and with a poem about the Midwest now gone forever.

John and Me: Or, how a queer living in the San Francisco Bay Area moved to deepest, darkest Iowa and found true love

In 1995 I had been living alone for almost five years. After hanging out on a gay BBS (anachronism alert: bulletin board service, a precursor to the current on-line dating game) and newspaper personals I had met lots of guys who wanted a short fling, but no one that I wanted to live with. My journal entry for New Year's Day in 1994 spelled it out. I listened alone on New Year's Eve to one of Gustav Mahler's Rueckert Lieder, Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen (I have become lost to the world). I had indeed become lost to the world. Living in one of the world's gay meccas, I had simply lost interest in dating.