Category Archives: Strange Holidays

A Martyr in the Archive: The Life and Afterlife of Harvey Milk’s Suit


The Suit in which Harvey Milk was Assassinated. Collection: GLBT Historical Society. Photo: Dan Nicoletta

The Suit in which Harvey Milk was Assassinated. Collection: GLBT Historical Society. Photo: Dan Nicoletta

Happy Birthday, Harvey. You would have been 84 years old. And yesterday was the 35th anniversary of the White Night Riots. The Texan was there and had this to say about that: “I was there. Much has changed. If I were in San Francisco today I would throw Flowers at City Hall!”

Hey, Hippie Birdy, Harvey. Here’s something for you: words, words, words…now glowing pixels maybe making a mark in the brightly-lit on-line world of today. No: no apologies.


What is writing? Staining sheets. While écriture is understood as operating on a symbolic level, the physical act of mark-making is grounded in materiality. Ink on paper, cum on the bedspread and bloody clothing of all sorts share the pull of the gaze…

Just a preview. To download the pdf of the article A Martyr in the Archive: the Life and Afterlife of Harvey Milk’s Suit click here: JonesMartyrArchives

Valentines Day is Nutz…

Via pal of this site, Big Gay Al.

Jingle boys! Hot Leather Dad captures Santa skivvy run in SF Castro in cool seasonal video. Ho! Ho! Ho!

Jingle boys! Also a few girls, Dads, Queens on Segways, frosty snowmen, etc. Hot Leather Dad Steve Gaynes shot the scene seen here. Click through for groovy video! A fun(d)raiser for the SF AIDS Foundation.

Roots of Motive Power – Steam-punky sights seen at Kinetic Carnivale

Decorative and informative, this fine ursine railman invited us up into his hot greasy steam engine for a tour. Old #45 on the Skunk Train route. Please note that showing face on Gay Highwaymen doesn’t mean these guys are gay. It means we are. Ok? Thanks, Man!

Old number 15 looking at old number 45. And vice-versa. Mystics and quantum mechanics Noh: the eye with which I view God (or the multiverses) is the same eye with which the Universe (or the gods) view me. Whistle starts the races. All part of the Kinetic Carnivale. Willis, in Mendocino County, California.

U.S.S. Yellow Submarine. Handcar races. All human-powered rail transport. Some are funky. Others are fast.

Do they call this a glory-hole? They do with glass kilns. This is the vent in the coal-bin on Engine 45. Water and oil to the rear.

Apple Jack handcar and 4-man crew. Handcar races. Best hauler. Not the fastest – but rugged and strong and quick enough to travel and pull what you need!

Sun Leather. Custom boots, hats, belts, etc. Artisan at work.

Finished product. Hand-made boot.

Poplock Holmes. Chap-hopper and Steampunk entertainer extrordinaire.

19th century metal stamp press. 21st century operator.


Cute boys playing with their balls.

Better a century-plus ago than never…

The Train Singer

Happy Bomb Day Very Much!


Hey, baby…you’re the Bomb for sure.
Daddy’s nuts soaked it up, transmitting the glowing juice to the next generation. Mutants are here, hear? Hot core fixes the future like a photo. Burning, shining, nausea and finally freaky tadpoles. Hop on Pop, fly-boy! Twitching and different and Noh going back now. Happy Hiroshima Day very much! And Happy Andy Birthday too. Thank you. Thank you. (GH)


They’re starving in Africa. They’re rioting in Spain. There’s hurricanes in Florida, and Texas needs rain.
The whole world is festering with unhappy souls. The French hate the Germans, the Germans hate the Poles.
Italians hate Yugoslavs, South Africans hate the Dutch. And I don’t like anybody very much!

But we can be tranquil and thankful and proud, for man’s been endowed with a mushroom-shaped cloud.
And we know for certain that some lovely day, someone will set the spark off… and we will all be blown away.
They’re rioting in Africa. There’s strife in Iran. What nature doesn’t do to us… will be done by our fellow man.

(Sheldon Harnick)

Ho! Ho! Hold It Right There, Mr. Claus! Occupy Santa tossed in Austin Slammer for coloring with Kids at State Capitol…

United Santa Assault in the USA! Peace. Harmony. Joy. Community. These were just a few of the horrifying threats scrawled by an Occupy movement Santa and some of his little helpers in sidewalk chalk at the State Capitol in Austin, Texas. More at the Free Keene site, New Hampshire’s on-line destination for liberty activism.

An ancient ritual: Beating the Bounds for Gangdays…and whipping some boys on the way.

Beating the Bounds: an ancient ritual still practiced today in the British Isles. Communities traditionally reinscribed the boundaries of their parishes by walking the edges carrying sticks, pounding on the boundary marking stones. In an era before maps were common, when literacy was rare, these annual events (also called “gangdays”) were intended to impress upon everyone where community boundaries lay. Since resources were allocated according to parish, it was vital that the knowledge was passed down accurately though successive generations. It also helped keep the neighbors in line. To reinforce the lesson, the gangs would (and d0) stop occasionally to literally beat the knowledge into the boys. Sometimes, the youngsters would also be flung against the rocky stiles. All in good fun! Part of a suite of jolly old British customs that includes flogging the peg boys.