Apocalypse Has Come And Gone. We're Just

I Still Believe Pattern Fascinates On Its Own. And Three-sevenths Of A Pattern, Or Even A Smaller Fragment, Can Fascinate Still More--get Us Really Hunkering Down, Trying To Tease Out The Whole Of The Figure In The Carpet.

Since I Spent Eighteen Years Of My Life As A Child, And Nine Years Of That Life As A Pretty Sexually Active Gay Child, My Complaint Against The Current Attitudes Is That They Work Mightily To Silence The Voices Of Children First And Secondarily Ignore What Adults Have To Say Who Have Been Through These Situations. One Size Fits All Is Never The Way To Handle Any Situation With A Human Dimension. Many, Many Children-and I Was One Of Them-are Desperate To Establish Some Sort Of Sexual Relation With An Older And Even Adult Figure.

The Past Is What Makes Now Like Now Makes Tomorrow.

The Pulp Hero, Though He May Be A Renegade, Is A Guy Who Doesn't Feel. Anything. Ever. And For The Adolescent Male - Pummeled By Emotions Left And Right, Whether Arising From Sexuality Or Resulting From His Necessary Encounters With Authority - This Hero Is A Blessing, A Relief And A Release. The World He Lives In, Where Feelings Are Totally Under Control, Looks To The Adolescent Boy Like Heaven! This Hero's Lack Of Feeling - Like Star Trek's Spock - Is What Allows Him To Be A Genius, Or Allows Him To Shoot The Bad Guys And/or Aliens, Without A Quiver To His Lip.

All Too Often, When Creative People Pick Out Someone Else's Creative Work As An Inspiration, What They End Up With Is Very, Very Far From The Original.