My Lord, Look What Just Landed in My Mailbox!

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I post above the fold on Casting-room Couch the intelligent comment of a reader below in response to Vox's opinions on the coming-out of Candy's husband. I consider it an astute piece of insight into the situation of Candy's late-breaking husband's identifying himself as gay.

I have seen one of the Olson daughters with her mother at Tiger Bay Tampa before I got kicked out of there for being too tough on the politicians. They would whine to the board that they wouldn't appear again if I were there. This Candy daughter I saw went to Harvard and is tall and beautiful. I heard she was enlightened on gays. She will need that resource now to deal with her father's revelation.

The reason Bart and I are buds despite our 40-year age difference is that he is so open and brave about being gay. And he will initiate nutty things like I do at any minute. We are the same mental age in stirring up things.

I think he must have told his mother with his first lisps, "Mom. I'm gay." Yet he suffered growing up because of the negative attitude of the masses to gays. But that attitude is changing, thanks to the young people. My granddaughter who graduated from Plant was a member of the gay-lesbian support group that adulteress Jennifer Falliero tried to make the school authorities report a student's belonging to that club to the parents because Falliero thought being gay or lesbian was immoral. I don't know how she managed to come to any moral conclusions while stalking former Community Affairs head Marc Hart until he divorced his wife and harmed his two young children, one of whom's grades plummeted, the other whose illness exacerbated. Her sexual morals are selective indeed. She dumped Marc Hart when her activities at the administration building got him fired and nobody would hire him in Tampa because he was blacklisted by the ROSSAC thugs. They made Falliero the School Board chair. That's their idea of justice.

Bart is lucky to have wonderful parents. His mother is a tiny wisp of a woman, and his father is a rugged-looking American man of the people who has a sardonic attitude about the denizens who pass his field of vision. Bart's mother ran away at twelve because of an abusive father and earned her bread by doing menial jobs. When she sighted Bart's father, who was in Japan then with the army, she scooped him up. Bart and one sister were the result.

This sister died in an asthma attack on the way to the hospital. Bart grieves her still.

Bart is a good fellow. I have only one son, an engineer with NASA. When he was at Plant, he used to coach all the mediocre boys in physics so that they could get into Gainsville. Those are now all lawyers, so watch out for the brains deficit in the legal eagles hereabouts. Tom Gonzales is one of those. He, by the way, brags of his being born in Anglo Tampa and having lived there all his life. He keeps the Latino community at bay. He doesn't want to be identified with those people.

I always wanted another boy to go with my Leo to balance his three sisters, and Bart is he. As second mother, I stuck by Bart when he got the Scarlet Letter of the Political Standards hell hole of sadism. The ruffians made Bart's "offense" up. This was a case of their taking a small chit of data and turning it into a firing offense.

Vox is in training to be my third son and qualifies by keeping his hair combed, his nails clean, and refusing to let any psychosexually foot-fetishist administrators from fondling his naked feed. Vox has just about taken over my blog, and I may just hand it over to him formally and go back to needlepointing rugs for my granddaughters' weddings, going to opera, and reading, reading, reading.

Apparently all Bart's teacher friends peeled away when Professional Standards tagged him as if he had contracted ROSSAC leprosy. That response was a sad revelation. Teachers are smart and educated. Their students adore them or at least most of them. If teachers can act with such lack of guts and loyalty to coercion by the colony of fascists who occupy ROSSAC, what can the poor souls who don't know their Constitutional rights do when self-appointed overlords like those in the schools try to annihilate them?

What a world. lee

Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "My Lord, Look What Just Landed in My Mailbox!":

Vox,
I appreciate your saying that about me. I didn't expect that! Thank you! I think that the man in question is from another generation than I am. I don't quite understand what took him so long to figure out what he likes. Part of me feels for his wife, if all this is true, because I don't think it is right for gay men to get married if they have an inkling. Maybe he was in such denial that he did not admit it to even himself. I went through that in high school.
Anyway, I am from a newer generation, so I don't quite understand it, but I do think a lot of gays have major problems admitting it to themselves and to others. We do grow up sort of knowing but sort of in denial, and it is hard to finally admit to yourself and others, because you think you're going to lose friends and get cut off from family. You think you're going to lose all respect.
But personally I find it tragic to come out later in life, because your looks are fading. The gay community is very youth oriented. Gay men face what women face in regular society. We have very limited shelf life.
Bart

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Posted by Anonymous to Lee Drury De Cesare's Casting-Room Couch at 4:09 AM

Reader email: My bitchy neighbor who is being nice currently just called me and told me the Candy Olson scoop. Apparently, John Olson came out of the closet and sent an email telling the whole Gasparilla Krewe that he belonged to that he is gay and has never been happier in his life, etc. She is going to try to get me a copy of the letter. I think he says that his daughters are coming to terms with it.

Supposedly, Candy and he were sort of separated for a long time, even when they were living together.

Lee: I almost fell over when I read this email. Killers like this have to see publication.

I had tea with some buds from my old South Tampa neighborhood a few weeks ago. They say Candy has had to sell her house in South Tampa and has put a contract on a condo in the Hyde Park shopping district; but she has seen another condo that she likes better and is trying to wiggle out of the contract.

I had hopes that Candy's divorce would mean she moved to another district; no such luck. With her divorce a fact, she will cling to the School Board perch even more tenaciously. Woe betide the Hillsborough County children. She does not give one itty bitty damn for them. I could tolerate the bad duds she affects but not her indifference to the children's needs and her everlasting filibusters on the podium. lee

Social Chair of Ye Mystique Krewe:

I have received the following email on my blog leedrurydecesarescasting-roomcouch.blogspot.com.

Please comment on its accuracy. Has John Olson notified the Krewe that he is gay and "never been happier" and that his daughters are "coming to terms with the situation"?

If so, a cover-up is not in the community's interest nor, indeed, in the Krewe's interest.

Please respond to this question.

lee drury de cesare