All That Glitters

I think it was Teasdale who wrote,
'Nothing worth possessing is ever quite possessed'.
The line was stolen from STRATO, the Indo-Greek King, and had to do with male lovers.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

All That Glitters was a show about how the world would be if women ruled, and men had to obey everything they said. The show featured satire-like humor. It was a short-lived comedy that was on from April 1977 through July 1977.

I had a flashback to this show after recently meeting one of the cast members at a Birthday Party. I wish they would do a new 21st Century version because this show was so ‘ahead of its time’.

I would be fascinated to know if anyone else out there in the cyber world had ever had the opportunity to watch the show. The Wikipedia link below gives more insight about the show.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_That_Glitters_(TV_series)
I would love to watch the episodes again. If they ever become available on DVD I shall be first in line to watch again.

I remember actress, Linda Gray, played a transsexual on the show. It was so shocking to see this storyline at the time. She was so utterly feminine that it really freaked me out. She went on to become ultra-famous as the character of Sue Ellen in the hit TV show, DALLAS. I could not find any video clips of ‘All That Glitters’ to share except for this tidbit of 30 seconds or so:
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=all+that+glitters%2C+1977&docid=1043650773087&mid=2C25B2DCEDFB90FA809F2C25B2DCEDFB90FA809F&FORM=VIVR#

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 11, 1984
Tuesday

At 7:10AM (or so) I heard a tapping knock on the side of my car window. It was ‘pillow talk’ Paula. She had this ‘little five-year old’ girl voice that was too cute, yet annoying at the same time. I easily woke up to her voice and went inside the ‘Stanley smelling’ house with her. I ended up lying on the couch while her roommate/friend got ready for work. Dealing with the odor of Stanley was not easy.

Chris awoke finally. We were hanging out in the backyard a bit later when Paula arrived with a friend named “Nigel”. I was so excited to meet “Nigel” because I was so into a song by XTC called “Making Plans for Nigel”. I had never met a Nigel before.
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=nigel%2C+song&docid=1043608764473&mid=7C458B4CA184ADAE797F7C458B4CA184ADAE797F&FORM=VIVR28#

I was taken aback a bit when Paula and Nigel arrived with marijuana and she began to roll joints as if she was making a salad (something she probably does relatively often, maybe?). No wonder she has a five-year old girls’ voice! I actually took a hit or two. Heck…who in their right mind was going to come into this mosquito infested back yard?

PHOTO: September 11, 1984
Paula Cordellos and Nigel,
Venice, CA
I had no real effect from my hits of the marijuana. Chris was being very non-talkative with me. He even made that snarl that I cannot stand to see.

I imagine I was the same way because I just have not felt close to him ever since the ‘coming on to Wayne’ incident. I won’t even mention the possible touching of Paul’s’ hand that Paul had expressed to me.

In addition, Chris’ talk about Ron and Grant are just too much for me to listen to any longer. Chris had said during the drive down, “I’m afraid of Grant now because he sent me this letter that sounded so serious and mushy. It’s too much to handle.”

PHOTO: September 11, 1984
The Chris Cordellos snarl, Venice, CA
When we met Nigel I found the XTC song ‘Making Plans for Nigel’ on one of my compilation cassette tapes for him to hear. He really liked it. He had never heard a song with his name. Nigel is quite black (darker than most) and I neglected to ask where he was from. Chris and I hoped that Paula was not involved with him. I guess we just couldn’t imagine that…but who knows? I took a few photographs this morning even though Paula was not very responsive to the camera.

Chris and I drove to Rodeo Drive and I bought mom some Lagerfeld perfume ($65) at Saks Fifth Avenue. We enjoyed lunch at the Café Rodeo. Then I surprised Chris by checking-in to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel.
“I’m not sleeping on a beach, a back yard or a car tonight!” I screeched.
It was $143 per night. I did not care. I needed comfort. We showered and had fun in the hotel. Before long, it was time to get ready to ‘go out’. We pranced over to RAGE, the gay night-club by 10PM or so.

This time I met a new chap (while Chris was dancing alone on the dance floor) named Jim Koran. Jim had a biblical sort of look with long blond tresses that I found to be rather sexy.

I also met a guy named Roland from El Salvador. I also recognized a fellow that I had seen at the Gucci Store on Rodeo Drive. This guy gave me ‘the eye’. There were a few others that touched my rear end ‘without my consent’, too. It was so crowded it was hard to see who was doing 'what' when one is merely trying to walk through the pack.

I found Jim Koran to be such a good-looking blond "long-hair". I had a very good talk with him because he did not seem to be the dancing type. We exchanged telephone numbers and addresses. I explained that I lived in Northern California.
“I will write to you,” I said.

Jim seemed to be such a nice guy. I guess I would like him to come up to visit me in Northern California, too. Why not?

Chris ended up disappearing to some party with a ‘black chick’, some guy named Jermaine and some other dude. At least that was the mini-report he gave me as I was conversing with Jim Koran.

By 1:30pm (or so) I simply left and went back to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel where it was clean, beautiful and quiet. I got a little lost finding the Hotel but then again ‘what else is new’. We all get a little lost in life, don’t we?

I went to bed thinking of that cool, black Gucci travel bag that I saw today.
I thought silently, “I’m going to buy that bag tomorrow!”

I was kind of pissed off that Chris Cordellos never returned to the Hotel. I ended up calling Jim Koran at 3AM and invited him to lunch tomorrow via his voice recorder. Jim had given me his card and I still recall the voluptuousness of the few kisses we exchanged in the corner of the crowded nightclub before he left for the night. Jim is too cool. His friend, Randy, on-the-other hand was nice but NMT (Not My Type).