It's Saturday Morning in 1987...

I am in my pajamas eating Cheerios and watching a rerun of Mystery! with Vincent Price on PBS

It IS Saturday Morning in 1987!

I'm about to be born on Monday, or have just been born if it's the last Saturday of the year. 😊

I am in the womb thinking 'once I am out of here I won't ever go within 6 feet of another cunt'. I was true to my word. I get outta there at 11pm, on Saturday 01/31, take one look at my mother's backcombed mullet and scream in horror.

If it's on this date in that year, I'm still settling in after my cross country move, working at Wendy's for $3.75 an hour, and waiting for my first semester of community college to begin.

In a few months, I will think I'm hot shit because I'll be making $4.35 at the campus child development center.

It's June, and I'm packing up my things from my apartment in Colorado and getting ready to move by myself to California, where my job has transferred me.

I'm scared, but also excited to get the hell away from cowboy country and experience the West Coast. I'll end up loving California and staying here permanently.

R6 did you get many hot cocks?

R7 It was the height of the AIDS epidemic, so everyone was jumpy and super cautious.

I went home with a hunky doctor shortly after I moved here, and all he would do is sit on the bed next to me and jerk off. No kissing, no touching.

I was on the road with Cats! Having the time of my life.

I came out shortly after AIDS came out... lucky me! I also can't believe that I'm a young man that lives in a country which elected a total amateur with a rouged face TWICE as President! What are the chances of that ever happening again?!!!

[quote] Having the time of my life.

Was it better than Cats?

I'm getting ready to start my busboy shift at Marie Callender's. I'm running a little late as I saw "The Living Daylights" the night before and I've been spending the morning profusely masturbating to thoughts of Timothy Dalton.

I was literally born yesterday on a Friday afternoon in 1987.

R8. What part of California?

R14 First moved to San Jose, then spent a few years there before moving to SF. Been here ever since.

I am getting up early to daydrink beer and watch Pee Wees Playhouse.

Eric Porter was in a production of King Lear in 1987.

I'm closeted and married contemplating divorce.

I'm 6, probably at McDonalds with my mom and baby sister eating Hotcakes and Sausage. My father is out playing golf before spending the rest of the day/night at the "19th Hole." Sundays were never good days...

[quote]elected a total amateur

Well, there was that Governor of California thing.

Selling Subarus

Getting a massage, then going to my AA meeting.

It’s the summer before my senior year of college and I’m out the door at 7 am to get to work with a moving company. It’s hot as fuck and furniture was all solid wood back then and heavy. However, I made a ton of money including tips and I was in the best shape of my life.

I am the crown princess of Japan. Within just a few months I will be the empress.

I just turned 12. I’m staying at my grandma’s for the summer. My annoying younger brother is at our other grandparents’ house. My father can’t get his shit together and my mom died in 1986.

But I love my grandma and her house. She’s probably making eggs and sausage and biscuits and I’m talking to her from the kitchen table.

Absolute saint of a woman. I miss her every day.

Watching PeeWee’s Playhouse

Whatever it is that 6 month old babies do. Probably diddling myself and listening to the radio. That’s how I remember it anyway…

Sleeping. I worked second shift on an assembly line.

Hating 5th grade math

I'm 11 years old and playing the original Nintendo with by 8 year old brother.

Brucetopher.

I'm seven years old and standing on what is called the Columbia Icefield - a rapidly melting glacier in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta.

All that is left of it are photographs. 😞

I’m enjoying my first full-share summer in the Pines with several guys who will become amazing friends. Sadly four will die before 1995. But this morning I’m up in the roof deck smoking a joint with my coffee and enjoying the glorious morning.

Our eldergays are chiming in.

"After making sure Mother took her daily colonic, I crept downstairs in my caftan to watch my VHS tape of the latest Dynasty while I ate a bag of Oreos."

I'm a college kid working as a lifegard. Going out every night and looking the best I ever did in my life.

I'm flipping between CBS, NBC, and ABC for the best Saturday morning cartoons. Gotta catch Muppet Babies, It's Punky Brewster, and PeeWee's Playhouse, in particular.

If it's this date in 1987, I'm a 15-year-old latchkey kid in the suburbs who's bored all day because his mom works 14-hour days, and has no way of getting to any of his friend's houses absent a ride. Since I'm in the South, going outside for more than 45 seconds is a nonstarter until October. The highlights of my day are watching "All My Children" and "One Life to Live" back to back, and spanking it over my high school's quarterback at night. (Cliche, I know, but accurate.)

It's Saturday August 15, 1987. I've just turned 19. About to start my second year in college, absolutely convinced that this boy I'm fucking is "the one".

Little do I know that the real "one" is waiting for me just four years in my future in 1991.

I'll be lucky to be loved by him until the day he dies 31 years and 9 days later.

Spanking what?

R39. Swiss cheese, Rose!!

Waking up in my best friend’s house. We’ve been partying but we’re young so feel no ill effects and are preparing to do it all again tonight. We might go shopping today.

We’re still friends

R41. How old would you say you were?

OP = Bret Easton Ellis

I'm hanging out with an Irish steel painter I met who was between jobs and rolled into da Burgh from Youngstown to check out the action. We met on the incline and went to see Platoon, which made him cry as he remembered his days in the British military in Ireland. Then he took me to the basement union in the Cathedral of Learning.

Watching the GI Joe cartoon while eating cereal and being told that knowing is half the battle.

Same r45! The Baroness was my first gay icon. Such a fierce bitch.