The Queek Files

I've been told by a lot of people that I have a lot of "no shit there I was" stories. Not all of my encounters with politicians, famous people, or weird situations were accidental. I sought out a few of them and here are a few of those stories. I mean, I did intentionally show up and throw rotten fruit at President George H. W. Bush when I was in high school. ActUp was having an AIDS protest at an event he was having local to me and asked folks to show. So, I did. This was before the world of Patriot Acts and extreme paranoia. Hell, there wasn't even a legal structure for dealing with domestic terrorism. That didn't happen until the Oklahoma City bombing. We were considered rude, but within our legal rights. Our rotten fruit wasn't considered a security threat, just a hygiene issue. I don't think I hit him, but I'm pretty sure that a few Secret Service guys had a hell of a dry cleaning bill. Also in high school, I'd made personal enemies with a...

I'm sorry that I've missed a couple weeks of posting here. The holidays are a rough time for me. As I posted earlier, I struggle with this time of year. Between being busy with hosting my friends and family, attending work events, and working harder due to coworkers taking time off for their own events; when not actively involved in something to do with the holidays (or the Star Wars premier) I was most likely asleep. This year was extra rough due to us holding the memorial for one of my best friends over the New Year. For those who don't know my friend; they were one of the most interesting people in my life. They were non-binary, asexual, mixed Cajun and Creole child of Louisiana; with all that entails. They were a geek in both the traditional sense and the modern sense; a fire eating Carnie and gamer nerd. They had a career as a massage therapist, combining their training as a yoga instructor into this. They owned and ran a merch and massage presence in the Ren Faire s...