Can Anybody Find a Gander Somebody to Love?

“I am as gay as a daffodil, dear.” — Freddie Mercury

freddiegoosegenuineFreddie, the gander, is as sweet as can be. He’s meticulous about his performances and his appearance. No one can ruffle his feathers, so to speak. I’ve seen him trip on several occasions, sometimes in the mud while getting in or out of his porcelain bathtub, or while too busy showing off to notice the goofus dog lying on the floor in front of him. But he always bounces back quickly and as if it was all part of the show. You’d hardly know he stumbled and in a few minutes you’d be wondering if you’d seen him stumble at all.

Lately, around this something of a substitute Garden Lodge Freddie lives at during his current reincarnation as a goose, the question of whether or not he prefers men or women has come up. At a random moment of morning in the living room I asked my roommate E. to get down on the floor like he’s a goose and let’s see if Freddie is interested.

“No way!” E. Said.

I don’t blame him at all. We’ve already seen enough to establish Freddie’s prowess is directed toward men. Not ducks. Not other geese. Mostly, a certain young man named E. who doesn’t fit the profile of men the late Freddie Mercury found attractive. E. doesn’t ride a motorcycle or have a mustache and clean cut, short dark hair like Jim Hutton. Nope. E. is young and slender with long blondish hair.

Freddie doesn’t care. Last spring he made it a habit to spring into action on nights when E. came home late from work and Freddie and I were in our basement room listening to Queen. Freddie’s favorite activity to date is serenading E. to the song “Body Language”. E. would sit at the bottom of the stairs while Freddie strutted back and forth, arching his neck and his tail at the same time so his little white bum became rounded and he appeared taller as he flirted.

But finally Freddie approached E. a bit too close for comfort, acting as if E.’s knee was a step up to his lap. As he attempted to climb E., Freddie extended one wing and when E. wiggled to get away, Freddie let out an annoyed, “Uuuuuuhhh! Uuuuuuhhh!” sound, which in Freddie-goose means, “Come back here, darling!”

Mary Austin is reported as having told Freddie from the start, at the point when he first approached her after their extended relationship to tell her he was bi, that he was gay, as quoted here in an article from the UK’s Daily Mail:

Gazing down at her lap, Mary says softly: ‘I’ll never forget that moment. Being a bit naive, it had taken me a while to realise the truth. Afterwards he felt good about having finally told me he was bisexual. Although I do remember saying to him at the time, “No Freddie, I don’t think you are bisexual. I think you are gay.”’

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2301718/Freddie-Mercury-Queen-stars-lover-Mary-Austin-cursed-fortune.html#ixzz3IEW41uOd

freddiegooseNeither E., I or Freddie care whether or not he’s attracted to men, women or ducks, actually. We were just curious what he’d do when faced with choices. As a gander he definitely prefers E. over anyone else in the room. Perhaps that will change from time to time. I doubt anyone will let him go very far.

That having been said, Freddie may be a bit lonely at times, I think. When he stays the night in the house and wakes up in the morning, he spends a good deal of time looking at himself in the mirror. I wonder if he’s reflecting on the lyrics to “Somebody to Love”.

Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Each mornin’ I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you’re doing to me
I have spent all my years in believin’ you
But I just can’t get no relief, Lord

Read more: Queen – Somebody To Love Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

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Day 2 of Writing 101: Commit to a Writing Practice

Today’s prompt is quite fitting, darlings:

Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you?

Today, try free writing. To begin, empty your mind onto the page. Don’t censor yourself; don’t think. Just let go. Let the emotions or memories connected to your three songs carry you.

Today’s twist: You’ll commit to a writing practice. The frequency and the amount of time you choose to spend today — and moving forward — are up to you, but we recommend a minimum of fifteen uninterrupted minutes per day.

Bohemian Rhapsody

Some of us need more than a symphony. More than a rock song. More than a ballad. Heck, we need them all…at once. We need a song that does what they say cannot be done, a song that keeps on into the wee hours, plays beyond the cessation of every other song we are used to hearing.

Some of us need the Rock God Opera. It’s the only way we become rock gods ourselves.

If a song is right, if it is true, we will listen. No matter what critics say. No matter what’s considered the norm. We will listen and interpret and reinterpret that song as many times as we feel like it.

The critics are oft wrong.

Such is life: the struggles, grief and trials. Our shamefulness. Our joy. All the moments terrifying and strange mixed up with all those moments rapturous and exciting.

Anyway the wind blows…

How does one see his-/herself truly, without blinders, and grasp the right combination of reality and fantasy? Can life be like our favorite songs? Perhaps our favorite songs echo our lives and that’s why we’ve chosen them.

Don’t Stop Me Now

When the light has faded and everyone’s gone home, there’s a chill in the air and, at times, it’s difficult not to wonder what’s the point. But, just listen.

I’m a shooting star leaping through the sky

Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity…

Music has me by the throat, so the best way for me to be successful in everything, from day-to-day, is to listen to what speaks clearly to my heart, or soul–if you will. I’m not one to deny that a song may influence my work in a wealth of ways. Music spurs thoughts and creates a backdrop, a sort of ballet dance, that fuels creation. A song takes me high or brings me low.

I have no trouble getting low on my own, thank you. I’ll stick to what I love, what makes me feel good and causes me to reflect.

Don’t Try So Hard

When your problems seem like mountains

You feel the need to find some answers

You can leave them for another day

Don’t try so hard

Some tasks cannot be avoided. I set out to conquer these with a smile on my face, albeit the occasional grumble resulting from stiffness in my bones.

But I have often asked myself if there’s a point in which pursuing something becomes a lost cause and I have found the answer to be “Yes!”

Many of life’s problems are not my problems, but worries I have taken upon myself. They do not belong to me and I needn’t feel guilty about dismissing them. I cannot fix what is not mine. I can grieve a bit, recognize there’s nothing I can do and move on.

Time waits for no one.