He's Homophobic

"My pen was silent not because you were absent from my thoughts but because you were too much in them."
-John Adams, 2008 Mini-Series Film

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 22, 1985
Monday

I woke up at 6:45AM and I readied all of my things for the Los Angeles road trip. I telephoned Dale only to learn that he was already on his way.
We took my car in to have the convertible top replaced but they have to special order the top. It’s going to cost me six-hundred dollars!  Shit! What a rip-off!  I left my car there, so hopefully they’ll do all the necessary work by next Friday (upon my return).

Dale and I hopped into his car and went to his house.  Dale changed his clothes as I read parts of his journal that he had on a diskette.  He wrote: “I wish Michael would come to terms with his being gay. I think he’s homophobic.”
I thought, “Dale is his own analytical shithead if you ask me.  I know who and what I am better than any one!”
I continued to read his secret diskette. He wrote: “I wish I could give Dee everything she deserves.”
He also wrote: “I jerked-off with some guy named Dan over the 976 CONNECTOR Line. He lives in IOWA.”
That was about all I could read. That was enough.

We took Andrew to Dee’s house. Then we stopped in to see Dale’s Grandma.  Then I finally met the mysterious Pete Sanchez of Pittsburg.  He is very nice looking (and he is M.T.—My Type). I admitted to Dale that he is M.T. (My Type).
I said, “I promise I won’t tell Rachelle that you introduced us.”
Peter does have a nice look and build but only time will tell.
Dale said, “I’ll tell you what Peter thought of you. So, we’ll see.”

We were on our way to L.A. now. I had mentioned to Jim Koran that we may stop by to see him. I want to visit the CBS Studio to see Brenda Dickson, 'The Young and the Restless' soap star ‘beauty’.

We made it to L.A. in good time! It only took us five and a half hours.  We went straight to the CBS-Television City Studios on Beverly Boulevard. We didn’t see anyone famous. We hung out there for a while, then we went driving all about L.A., Hollywood, Beverly Hills and Santa Monica.

We ate at some sleazy joint called OKI-DOG. It’s an outside joint where all of the Santa Monica Boulevard hooker boys hang-out.  It was disgusting.  Some sleazy hooker boy was talking to me but I made as little conversation as I possibly could while Dale was playing pinball with some other hooker boy. Thank the Lord we didn’t stay there for very long!

We scouted around for a MOTEL or HOTEL to retire in but they all looked like they were all filled with cockroaches. It was cruddy lookin’ out in Hollywood.
Dale suggested, “Why don’t we find a place near Merv Griffin Studios so we won’t have very far to go tomorrow morning.”
“That’s a good idea,” I said.
So we found a place on Sunset near Vine called The Town House MOTEL, Room 217. I remember it well. It was not really clean and the blotches on the bathroom floor looked like cockroaches—but they weren’t. We washed up and then went to a nearby theater on Hollywood Boulevard where we saw the movie “GOONIES”. It was a Walt Disney-like flick.  I mean, it was good but not that great.  Before it started Dale threw an entire box of popcorn on me.  I immediately moved and we remained in separated seats throughout the film.
I whispered, “Just come over to where I’m sitting.”
Dale didn’t budge.  He was being stubborn.  Maybe I was too, a little, because we both remained separated.

After the movie we went to our sleazy bag MOTEL and slept. I slept well, considering the situation.

"I see no reason to label everything. I'm me."
-Scarlett Johansson
"Vicky, Cristina Barcelona"