Category Archives: Lgbt

“SHALL I ADMIRE” HER ANOTHER 50 YEARS?

YESTERDAY,

after growing my hair out for six months,

I chose  a vintage Hermes scarf to tie it back

in the Vogue model style I wore when

she first fell in love with me.

.

Friday, March 13, 1970

I squeezed into a Saks Fifth Avenue label outfit

from the early 70’s that she’d packed away.

.

I applied Germaine Monteil makeup coaxed

from half-a-century old tin foil samples.

.

I selected a pair of Trifari, love-knot, 

clip-on earrings that haven’t seen daylight

for five decades.

.

Neither had the ecru garter belt and bare beige nylons

I slipped into with less ease.

.

Finally, I splashed just a hint of Shalimar 

to the nape of my neck.

.

It worked.

~

TODAY,

she asked me to make an appointment

to get my hair cut.

.

She returned the outfit, scarf, garter belt and nylons

to the memento place at the bottom of

our 19th century humpback trunk.

.

She mentioned she missed the emerald studs 

I’ve worn daily in my earlobes for thirteen years.

.

She sprayed Shout on the Germaine Monteil

makeup stained washcloth.

.

And … let me think …

.

Oh! … yes.

.

She wrote “Shalimar” 

on her holiday shopping list.

.

~

#    #   #

Marguerite Quantaine is an essayist and novelist

who values your opinion and appreciates

your sharing of this with others.

.

Please select LEAVE A REPLY by clicking below the  headline.

.

NOW ON AMAZON & AVAILABLE IN BOOKSTORES NATIONWIDE

You are urged to LOOK INSIDE for a try-before-you-buy FREE READ

of the first 3 chapters of her books on Amazon.

.

IMOGENE’S ELOISE: Inspired by a true love story.

SERIOUSLY, MOM, you didn’t know?

THE 5 OLD SCHOOL RULES OF 4-LETTER WORDS & WHY

( … always read the small print. )

.

.

Please select LEAVE A REPLY by clicking below the headline.

I value your opinion and appreciate you for sharing this with others.

.

Find Marguerite Quantaine on Amazon. She encourages you to LOOK INSIDE her books for a FREE sample read before deciding to purchase.

Friend her at Marguerite Quantaine on Facebook.

Follow her @ http://www.margueritequantaine.com.

the goodness of others

i am typing with one left thumb.photo

there will be no capitalization of letters, no editing of words, no obsessive-compulsive angst over punctuation, no matter.

instead, as sergeant friday said every friday from 1951 through 1959 on nbc, just the facts, mam.

just the facts.

it was a flash flood florida night with rivers of rain running down the padded slip-proof ramp to our back yard as i struggled to carry our 16 year old, 23 pound dearly departed Pekingese-Bulldog mix, echo, to safe haven until his intended next day burial.

first the fasteners holding the padding burst loose. then we slipped, slid, tumbled, and crashed to the ground.

my right hand looks like a five digit foam finger.

my right wrist will undergo a second surgery to insert a steel plate and seven screws.

my right shoulder has been realigned.

i am the color purple.

but both EMTs said they were sorry for the loss of our dog.

every nurse on duty stopped by my unit to offer their condolences.

the emergency room resident, radiologist, anesthesiologist, attending physician and surgeon each expressed sincere sympathies.

the woman in the curtained room adjoining mine called out her concern.

there is nothing quite as comforting as the compassion shown by others.

it, like every earth angel, is a gift to the heart.

be well. do good.

see you all of a sudden!

 

#      #      #

marguerite quantaine is an essayist, novelist, author and animal rescue activist.

friend her on Facebook.

find her on amazon.

 

 

In Celebration of Our 50 Years Together As 2 Women (Still) In Love . . .

. . . we are giving away

50 paperback editions of

SERIOUSLY, MOM, you didn’t know?

Judge This Book By Cover 2020

CLICK ON THIS BOOK LINK

that opens to a FREE 3 chapter preview.

ONLY IF YOU ENJOY IT,

friend me on Facebook so you can IM me your

shipped-directly-from-Amazon snail mail details

after answering one question about the chapters you’ve read.

First 50 qualifiers get the

PAPERBACK ONLY edition,

FREE.

One book per address.

NOTE: This post will self-destruct after 50 books have been given away. List of winners will be posted on Facebook. Thank you for participating!

.

(If the book skips ahead, simply tap the left arrow.)

First come, first served. This post will self-destruct after quota has been met.
Seriously, Mom, you didn’t know?

Women Who Love Women

MerryHappy Seriously

Always Look Inside to try a few chapters for FREE

on Amazon before considering the purchase of my books.

I can guarantee you’ll lose yourself,

only to find yourself

within.

 

THIS IS A RECORDING. (BEEP!)

Cannot Bear copyPEOPLE WILL ALWAYS LOOK FOR A REASON to simply dislike you — no matter how good, kind, or generous you try to be.

They’ll dislike you for your better hair, better skin, better legs, better nose, better profile, better voice, better nails, better eyes, better ears, or better caboose.

They’ll dislike you for being better educated, better read, better off,  better dressed, better able, or better informed.

They’ll dislike you for living in a better neighborhood, better house with a better lawn, or better garden, better car in the driveway, better job to go to, or better office with a better window and better view from a better chair.

They’ll dislike you for having a better phone, better computer, better luck, better seats at better events, or a better chance of obtaining a better life with better people.

They’ll dislike you for having better parents, better siblings, better relatives, or a better childhood.

They’ll dislike you for your better marriage, better love life, better friends, better boss, better colleagues, better connections,  better finances, or better health.

They’ll dislike you for being a better dancer, better singer, better writer, better cook, better artist, or better lover.

They’ll dislike you for being better at sports, at games, or always getting the better of them with your better sense of humor.

The point is — there will always be people who will dislike you in some way, shape, form or fashion because, in their estimation, you’ve got it so much better.

So, stop beating yourself up, or selling yourself short for not being liked.


Frankly?


You should know better!


# # # #

———————————————————————

Marguerite Quantaine is an essayist, author, and animal rescue activist.

Her latest book of narratives, Seriously, Mom, you didn’t know?, and her highly acclaimed novel, Imogene’s Eloise: Inspired by a true love story are available now on Amazon and in bookstores nationwide. You are urged to LOOK INSIDE for a try-before-you-buy FREE READ of the first 3 chapters on Amazon.
https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Marguerite+Quantaine&ref=nb_sb_noss_2

Find Me On Amazon • Friend Me On Facebook •  Follow Me On Twitter

I’m A 9th Generation American Homosexual

Front Cover 4 FBMothers, daughters, sisters, aunts, nieces, lovers, friends. With a public declaration on page one, this candid chronicle reveals how the thoughts and emotional conquests of women who love women differ instinctively from those of their parents and the male dominant heterosexual ideologies of a patriarch society.

~

Through lyrically warmed words engendering levity and benevolence these forty-nine relatable narratives shed insight on the simple dignity of an endangered female culture vanishing-by-assimilation into an age of artificial equality.

~

Spanning the course of 70 years, each story embraces a different kind of love and loss that bears witness to women who triumphed in spite of the tokenism shown by both straight society, and the preponderance of recorded gay history that virtually ignores the female perspective of people and events.

There’s never been a colored, a Jew, a Democrat, a Yankee, a queer, or a woman as Mayor of this town and there never will be! Page 167 • Entire worlds exist of just two people in love. Page 78Life is a silver lining for those of us willing to scrape the surface of adversity. Page 198 • So let’s stop telling kids that bullies are a schoolroom problem graduation solves, or law enforcement can control, or Congress can legislate against. Page 35 • Sometimes life is a sleepwalk in which we see everything clearly and deny it. Page 147 • I never danced on a grave, but I did steal something from the dead, once. Page 143 • Our existence evolves through exchanges, most of it involving how we choose to spend our time in pursuit of people, places, or things on which we place the greatest value. Page 15 • Eighty days after Bobby Kennedy kissed me, he was killed. Page 111 • I wonder if any other daughter remembers the first time she made her mother cry. Page 183 • There was this dog we loved and lost on Christmas morning, 1951. It changed everything. Page 95 • Back then, those of us in love with another woman conducted our lives without a need for labels or social acceptance. Page 13 • I want every woman to fall in love with the person who has fallen in love with her. Page 63 • There sat a black cat yowling through quivering whiskers. Page 47 • Because I didn’t know that Ann had been told I was queer, and I didn’t know Ann told all our mutual friends her mother said I was queer, and I didn’t know her mother told the parents of mutual friends I was queer, and I didn’t know certain teachers were warned of the same. Page 68 • But I don’t think he understands that most of us don’t want to be enslaved by the duplicities of straight society. Page 176 • et cetera

~

Seriously, Mom, you didn’t know?

by Marguerite Quantaine

Paperback & Kindle
Available on Amazon and in bookstores nationwide.

CLICK ON & THIS BOOK OPENS TO A FREE 3+ CHAPTER PREVIEW
(If it skips ahead, just tap the left arrow.)
https://read.amazon.com/kp/embed?preview=inline&linkCode=kpd&ref_=k4w_oembed_gWkz0DNgCijS4X&asin=B07R95DP4V&from=Bookcard&tag=kpembed-20&amazonDeviceType=A2CLFWBIMVSE9N&reshareId=AF1TWQN5JN7F3MJZWCJ9&reshareChannel=system&fbclid=IwAR2MMqeUqjrdwDfqDgOFayZnRg2yTTzYL9ScY_zQuS4bjb64-0eG6vYrRxw

~

NOW IN PRE-ORDER ON AMAZON

FOR RELEASE ON KINDLE MAY 13,  2019

https://www.amazon.com/s?k=Marguerite+Quantaine&ref=nb_sb_noss_2

Paperback • Bookstores • Libraries  • Special Order • May 31st

~

Find Me On Amazon • Friend Me On Facebook • Follow Me On Twitter

~

Thank you!

 

 

THIS BEARS REPEATING

Bears RepeatingSixteen friends called it quits in March. Adultery was cited as the cause in 5 of the 8 couple splits. I’m saddened when I learn of such heartbreak. Here’s why:
.
I once knew a woman who was a serial cheater, oozing charm whenever she wanted to seduce someone. Mostly, she targeted women with troubled lives. To gain their trust, she claimed to be the victim of a failed relationship. She fed them with words she knew only damaged women longed to hear. She raised them up while having her way with them. She promised them a future. She convinced them that they needed her. Eventually and inevitably, she ditched them. And, just to ensure none would chase after her, the last words she spoke to each woman she cut loose were: “No wonder nobody loves you.”
.
Infidelity is such an old and popular game of deception, you’d think women would have learned to avoid cheaters by now.
.
But no. Women persist in thinking they’ll be the one to tame the fox welcomed into their henhouse.
.
The fact is this: Every woman on earth has been victimized to some extent during her lifetime. Every . . . single . . . one of us.
.
Where love is involved, some choose to be perpetual victims, always eager for the ‘ideal’ person to choose them, accepting of similar characteristics in new partners to replace the former, growing old and stale like hard candy until all traces of sweetness have dissolved into bitterness.
.
A toxic indicator of having been victimized is chronic rage, a corollary of post-traumatic stress syndrome. When physical, verbal, or emotional abuse is experienced for extended periods (especially during childhood) it never leaves you. Certain words or actions push buttons in your brain creating a fight-or-flight frenzy, unleashing the dormant fury.
.
The thing is, we all tend to blame others for rages directed at us — while excusing our own rages directed at others — in order to justify the decisions we make.
.
This is where the intent of the heart comes in.
.
In the aftermath of tears and loneliness that are sure to follow once rage erupts, you must learn to measure the intent of your heart against the intent of the heart of the person who hurt you. You must. Only then will walking away be easier than staying; leaving be easier than being left.
.
The death of love is intended to be the hardest learned lesson in the test of time.
.
Because the reward of love is priceless.
.
So, try to remember the journey you took with the other person — not from the end of it looking back, but from the memory of the start. Chart how it soared. Determine if you made every effort to catch it when it began to teeter, every effort to shore it up when it started to crumble, every effort to revive it before you let it die.
.
Own that you aren’t innocent. Own your part in the turmoil. Own the buttons you pushed. Own the choices you made that enabled the demise of your life together. Own the carrot of false hope you dangled long after hope in you was gone. Own the lies you told to yourself and others.
.
If you’re hurting, join a support group to find comfort and get help. You can’t recover alone. But don’t allow the group to become your only source for self-esteem. Have an exit plan from it.
.
Then, every morning, face yourself in the mirror and ask: Have I cast myself as a victim? Do I look like one? Have I presented myself to others as such? Do I enjoy being seen as a victim? Is victimhood my aspiration?
.
If not, don’t adopt that image. Don’t encourage or allow others to attach that tag to you. Don’t become a poster girl for victimhood.
.
Because, in the short term, you might find the comfort you need and the support you deserve — but in the long term, there are only two types of people you’ll attract:
(1) Those who embrace their suffering, dwell on their past, and treat being victimized as their red badge of courage.
(2) Those who will target you as prey to be used and abused again.
.

Victims say, “I am who I am because of …”
Survivors say, “I am who I am in spite of …”
.
Be a survivor.
.

#     #     #

If  you enjoyed this essay, I’d be grateful if you’d please leave a REPLY and/or hit the LIKE button and be certain to share it on all your social media sites. Without your generosity to share, many of the essays you enjoy online never get read.

.

On behalf of all essayists and authors — my heartfelt thanks!

.

Marguerite Quantaine is an essayist, author, and animal rescue activist. She is the author of Imogene’s Eloise: Inspired by a true story © 2014 and Seriously, Mom, you didn’t know?, due for release on Amazon in April, 2019.

CELEBRITY RECALLS

Long before it became a song or included in quizzes, “Do you know who you are?” was one of those instantaneous, absurd (yet common) questions most starstruck fans would ask a celebrity encountered on the streets of New York City. Not that I knew it in March of 1973 and not that I’ve made a fool of myself by uttering the question ever again. In fact, I was embarrassed and surprised I did the one time.Scan 2019-3-12 15.14.08

But we were young and giddy and on our way to Julius’ in the West Village to celebrate our anniversary with out-of-town friends when I spotted Lily Tomlin walking towards us on Greenwich Avenue in the West Village.

“Do you know who you are?” The words just gushed out.

“Gee, I think so,” was Lily’s reply, and “sure” to my request to take her photo. The shorter girl with blonde hair accompanying her hurried back out of frame range and, even though I waved her back in, she’d have nothing to do with the invite.

Apparently gaydar was down that day because none of us picked up on the other as being a couple. Or maybe an over abundance of happiness was drowning the frequency out? Because they would have been enjoying their first year together around then to our third. Which means this must be their 47th anniversary year to our 49th.

Oh happy daze!

~ ~ ~

I rode in my first limousine on New Year’s Eve, 1973. Our friend, Tom Dale, was a market research specialist and producer of television commercials who lived in a penthouse on East 48th Street and needed to be seen on the town with arm candy as a guise for his closeted true self. Elizabeth and I were his go-to-gal-pals and happily so. It afforded us the luxury to eat at the most trendy restaurants, attend posh events, and always have third row orchestra seats on the aisle at Broadway shows. That New Year’s Eve we’d seen Pippin’ at The Music Box Theater on West 45th Street.

.

The show let out to throngs of partygoers who had already gathered in Times Square and beyond anticipating the ball dropping at midnight to welcome the start of 1974. At some point the limo needed to cross Broadway to the east side. When the police separated the crowds enough for traffic from the theater district to pass through, the people began to touch the darkened windows, hoping to get a glimpse of a celebrity hidden inside.

.

At that moment I realized how much more we identified with those oozing joy on the outside of the limo freezing in the streets than we’d ever be like those presumed to be riding within. I’ve never ceased wondering who’s hidden behind the tinted windows of limousines — but I stopped assuming it was anyone famous long, long ago.

.
Three weeks later, after attending Liza Minnelli Live At The Winter Garden, we joined Tom’s chum, Ted, for dinner at his private table in Ted Hook’s Backstage Restaurant next door to the Martin Beck Theater. Besides being a former hoofer in the chorus of more than 400 movies, Ted served as Talulah Bankhead’s personal secretary for five years and regularly entertained friends and customers with intimate stories of the star.

……

THIS POST REPRESENTS AN EXCERPT FROM:

Seriously, Mom, you didn’t Know? by Marguerite Quantaine Copyright © 2019

currently available on Amazon, Kindle, and in bookstores nationwide.