I’m sick and tired of breeders trying to force us faggots into the role of the victim. Fuck these gaybashers — I hope they get testicular cancer and have their balls amputated. I hate that this happens time and again yet we queers seem to lull in a mistaken sense of security. You know what? Maybe we should terrorize breeders and show them what it’s like to live the life of a fag.
Another Hate Beating Reported
By ANDREW BLANKSTEIN and JESSICA GARRISON, TIMES STAFF WRITERS
A third man was attacked early Monday morning near the spot where a 33-year-old actor and a friend were beaten with a baseball bat and a metal pipe, Los Angeles County Sheriff’s said Thursday.
Both incidents are being investigated as hate crimes, officials said.
Officials said the third victim made his report Thursday, after learning of the first attack, which left Treve Broudy in critical condition.
“It was the same night. The same street. The same exact MO,” said Deputy Donald M. Mueller of the West Hollywood Sheriff’s Station.
The third victim, whose name was not released, was walking near Hilldale Avenue and Cynthia Street about 1:30 a.m. when a car pulled up and two men jumped out, Mueller said.
The 35-year-old West Hollywood resident was struck in the back of the head before he could escape and run toward busy Santa Monica Boulevard. His assailants chased him and hit him again before they fled. He suffered large bruises on the back of his head, but did not seek medical help, Mueller said.
The third victim made the report Thursday as officials held a news conference to release a composite sketch of one of three men alleged to have participated in the beating of Broudy and a friend.
Meanwhile, outraged family members and a local business offered a reward of $35,000 for information leading to arrests in the beating of Broudy. And West Hollywood community officials announced unity marches tonight and Saturday night in response to the attacks.
Broudy’s condition was upgraded to serious at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, four days after he and a friend were assaulted in the 8900 block of Cynthia about 12:20 a.m.
At a news conference Thursday, Sheriff Lee Baca called that crime an outrage and said the victims appeared to have been targeted because they were believed to be gay.
Sheriff’s officials said that patrol deputies were actively searching for a 1987 or 1988 light brown or faded red, four-door Nissan.
The vehicle, authorities said, is described as having tinted rear windows and may have California license plates with the partial numbers 3SDO or 3SOU.
Sheriff’s Det. John Kniest said the department was investigating the incident as a hate crime because of the location and timing of the attack, which took place just after Broudy and his friend had embraced.
Kniest said other evidence also pointed toward a hate crime, but he declined to release details. Mueller said the second attack was also being investigated as a hate crime.
In addition to the beating inflicted on Broudy, the attackers smashed two windows on Edward Lett’s car and hit him on the arm as he sped away, Capt. Lynda Castro said.
Two witnesses driving by saw Broudy struck with a metal pipe and kicked. They flashed their lights and the attackers fled, sheriff’s officials said.
“We want to show that the business owners and the residents–we’re just not going to put up with this,” said David Cooley, owner of the Abbey, a West Hollywood restaurant that put up $10,000 of the reward.
City officials plan to distribute copies of the sketch in West Hollywood bars this weekend.
Steve Martin, mayor pro tem of West Hollywood, said the attack left his community rattled and determined to do more to combat discrimination against homosexuals.
“It just really brings home the reality of some of the mindless hatred that hangs over our lives,” said Martin, who is gay.
Yes. All of the comments are nice and uplifting. Who the fuck needs uplifting now? Fuck them all. We need action to show others not to fuck with us. (Methinks I’ve said “fuck” way too much).
The only reason I really look forward to my birthday is that I get time off from work and that I usually rent an Airbnb out in the middle of the desert in the Joshua Tree vicinity with a pool, hot tub, and no one around for 5 acres. So here I am in Landers (or a bit away from it really) whose claim to fame was that it was the epicenter of a 7.3 earthquake in 1992 just hours before a separate 6.5 earthquake centered in Big Bear hit on a Sunday morning. Wild stuff.
I arrived here yesterday, and on the way had to stop to get gas. Since this stupid fucking illegal war with Iran has driven gas prices sky high again, I’ve mostly been back on public transit again because, fuck that. There I was at the Arco station jaw agape as the $30 went to $40 and on up until it landed at $72 for 13 gallons of gas. Yes, the “cheap” gas.
I’m going to be spending most of the time in or around the pool trying to finish Schattenfroh by Michael Lentz. I’m at around page 604, so I have about 400 more pages to go. I’ll be honest — I have no fucking clue what’s going on in the book. It’s a slow, slow read and demands your attention but not in a painstaking way. It’s a very enjoyable read, but I honestly don’t know how we get from one part to the next. Instead of trying to make sense of it, I’m just riding the wave, going where it’s taking me and try to make sense of it later.
I’ve started working on a couple of things with myself and hope to get better at as I begin my 48th year on this planet: I have started to journal more. It’s the most mundane scatterbrained thing. I hope it doesn’t cause someone’s head to explode when they go through my journals after I’m dead. (How cute. I think I have any importance that people will actually read what I write rather than just dispose it like they should.)
I need to curb my YouTube addiction. I don’t watch tv shows. I don’t watch sports all that much. I don’t use TikTok. I only doomscroll through Facebook at 3 am after I have woken up to take a piss. I am no longer perpetually online. But I will sit down and waste hours upon hours watching YouTube videos. I really need to get that in check.
That’s all I’ve got. Overall, I’m not happy, but I’m not completely depressed. Let’s just call it nonplussed. For someone who feels like a stranger in his own country, I guess that’s about as good as we can hope for.
Occasionally, after reading certain books, when his disgust for daily life became particularly marked, he longed for the lenitive hours immersed in a cloister…
There is just a clause in the above sentence in the first chapter for J.-K. Huysman’s The Damned (Là-Bas) that really stuck out to me: “when his disgust for daily life became particularly marked.”
I had to go back to work today after two weeks off. The first week I did a road trip that culminated in being in a cabin for two days in Choteau, Montana that had a hot tub. It was nice to sit in the hot jets while it was 18F (-8C) outside. Then I meandered my way home before just doing nothing for the second week. Just sitting with my cats, sleep, and tell myself I was going to mop my floors before doing none of that.
After these weeks of doing a whole bunch of nothing, to my horror it was time to go back to work. The dread of walking into my office which I liken to a monkey cage at the zoo, plugging in my laptop and opening Outlook. Emails filled with complaints. That was the dread that was inside of me.
So I get it when Huysman’s protagonist Durtal has a “disgust for daily life.” It’s certainly reassuring that not a lot has changed over the last 130 or so years.