A big guy this Roman, right out of the cold northern woods of Michigan.
Fifty or so years old: six-foot-two, straight black hair turning gray,
thick eyebrows, often seen in black (trenchcoat w/guitar in black case
slung over his shoulder). LOOKS like a Roman legionnaire out of a book
on ancient history (he is named well)! ALWAYS cruises chicks here in
The Castro. And does so with a cheesy and spooky demeanor. I assure
you: women don't like it, though they pretend to as a matter of
self-protection. They'll smile and walk on, hoping for no trouble.
But this is the worst part (and why I don't trust Roman):
Whenever we are talking, the moment some attractive lady walks by,
he'll totally FORGET I'm there, stare boldly and call her attention
with cruisy language. And this, right in the middle of conversation,
when I'm trying to convey or ask something PERTINENT about the
homeless. Often, something that could temper the risk of violence I suffer as an activist confronting the street culture's rampant homophobia.
I find Roman's behavior shocking, rude and thoughtless. I'm sure part of his problem is my being a gay
activist. Which seems to be trivial in his own mind. 'Cause he sure
pays attention when a female shows up! At the cost of suddenly
dismissing me without a second thought.
Hard-core hetero cruising (as opposed to respectful greeting) helps
maintain a hostile attitude towards women...regarding them as Coitus
Commodities. Such perspective is actually anti-female, as it
serves to encourage men to intimidate and violate the fairer gender.
Can (and does) lead to terrorism, violence, rape.
His corrupting behavior is an insult to our gay community that
rightfully desires a locale free of breeder belligerance. (Factoid: a
neighborhood that is safe for gays is also safe for women, and
children.) It is as if Roman INTENTIONALLY acts this way, precisely to
thwart this gay-resident-friendly outcome. But whenever I confront him
on this, he acts perplexed, as if I'm denigrating Mother Nature's most
common and celebrated raison d'etre.
I have a strong feeling that were I female myself, Roman would be
all over me, respecting every single word I say. Or, were I a HETERO
activist, worried over my female homeless friends, again he'd most
likely give me his undivided interest.
Example: My concern over Johnny was dismissed by Roman with an
abrupt statement: "Stay out of this, Zeke. We take care of our own." I
stood there, angered. ("We" meaning the homeless, as he was for eight
years until some months back. But maybe this was nervy reference to ANOTHER subculture, one more obscure and fiendish: The Zodiac Cult.) Said this, in spite of our being on rather FRIENDLY terms for a good five years!
As a result of this crude brush-off, it took MONTHS to discover
what's really going on with Johnny. Sadly, I understand his father had
died, thus causing Johnny great bitterness and taking it out on me.
Looking back, the pieces now fit: a few weeks before Mr. S.
passed on, Johnny confided: "My dad is also my very best friend of all
time; no one could ever replace him. But after him it is YOU, Zeke,
that I regard as best friend...no one else even comes close." (My heart was radiant with joy for that kind compliment...until The Big Letdown a little further down the road.)
His father and I are the EXACT same age, BTW. But while I'm politically
progressive, he was Republican, owning considerable stock in oil. I'm
afraid therefore that he influenced Johnny with certain mean-spirited
attitudes that eventually caused him to turn on me. Along with hate
talk radio's endless spiel of homophobic broadcasts.
But also, I was concerned for his survival due to an infected arm (with blood clot) from an unclean heroin injection. Roman would not clue me in on Johnny's present situation, causing me months of needless grief for Johnny's sake. And I believe Roman's crude treatment of my friendship with Johnny is because it was all a "guy thing". Now, if this were a woman I cared about, I am certain Roman would be most receptive...even stumble all over himself to help.
Now you know why I don't trust Roman one bit, and believe
that any "help" he'd offer in my recent entanglement, would only serve
to obfuscate my endeavors, and result in personal harm towards yours
Roman's thoughtless behavior is a grievous offense against gays,
ESPECIALLY queer activists like myself. After years' observation I no
longer give him the benefit of doubt, that that's how he is, straight
people just can't help themselves. I actually conclude he is a willful saboteur
for This Malignant Cult, not just a clueless puppet for their devious
goals (or for society's heterocentric propaganda, though that aspect
certainly FACILITATES The Cult's activities). Yet ONE MORE SKANKY
HOUSELESS MALE on the streets of The Castro, gay-friendliness a mere
PRETENSE to siphon off the benefits of an affluent neighborhood's
kindheartedness and currency flow. And to own the streets themselves, once nightfall descends.
These Gutter Hobos return NOTHING to our community that is
beneficial in the least towards LGBT security, advancement or
sovereignty. In fact, it's the opposite! Blatant womanizing is actually
the LEAST of their offenses. They poop and pee on the sidewalks, in
bushes and gardens, and in our local parks (Duboce Triangle,
Collingwood and Dolores)...sometimes even doing so right in broad
daylight at a crowded intersection! They strew garbage EVERYWHERE,
regardless of the numerous trashbins avaialable. Some (and that's more
than a handful, I assure) strut these streets with macho bravado,
scaring people and disturbing the peace with hostile and homophobic
verbiage, and aggressively VIOLENT gesture.
Some even SELECT a victim to STALK through our 'hood (like that character Dane
who does most of his dirty work around Castro and 18th Street. Another
who calls himself "Joker"--of wiry build, bald pate, and queer as a four-dollar bill--feigns
hetero-bully bravado around Church and Market). And of course there's
ALWAYS the occassional outburst of physcial violence, often preceded by
verbal epithets like "faggot," "cock sucker," "horn dog". (I learned of
the latter phrase only by a bum who OBVIOUSLY hails from hillbilly
country, like so many who are transported a la "Grapes of Wrath" from
their Appalachian stomping grounds to Bleeding-Heart-Liberal San
Francisco, to take advantage of all its gratuitous amenities, and
The S.F. Chronicle has an ongoing expose about our homeless, entitled "Shame of the City". They err on at least one point, and it has stuck in my craw ever since. The claim that Eureka Valley (a.k.a. The Castro) has some homeless vagrants wandering the streets, but not as much as in other
neighborhoods, like South of Market and the Inner Sunset. That is
flatly UNTRUE. We who live and work in The Castro are INUNDATED with
houseless dregs 24/7. We are harassed and terrorized CONSTANTLY by some
of the worst hobos to ever plague a community. The place is FLOODED
with street bums, hawkers and HOMOPHOBIC scum! What few decent and queer
homeless there are must kowtow to the bullies, here in their own GAY
'hood. Furthermore, this expose seems to focus SOLELY on our heterosexual homeless, totally ignoring the plight of our LGBT street folk. I accuse the S.F. Chonicle of pro-hetero bias in their reporting of this matter! (More Zodiac Cult intrigue?)
A most EFFECTIVE strategy This Cult employs, is to program the
homeless to broadcast hateful screams throughout the Castro (late at
night), in order to frighten residents into staying in their homes,
doors double-locked (or spending their evenings out in some OTHER
neighborhood). This clever tactic keeps the streets relatively empty of decent residents, whose presence would THWART the evil curs, and make the streets far more friendly and secure.
While Roman is NOT guilty of the above grievances but one (AFAIK), I
condemn his refusal to cease hitting up on females, a DIRECT aid and
abetment of these more flagrant violations on Our Gay Sanctity.
I strongly suspect that (though evidence be entirely circumstantial
albeit profuse and longterm) The Zodiac Disciples are behind much of
this, using street denizens as their spies, runners, dealers,
prostitutes, pimps and saboteurs. The many SF churches who preach
homophobic vitriole ALSO house, feed, and clothe the downtrodden,
contribute MIGHTILY to this cracker-thug terrorism on our streets. As
does hate talk radio that DAILY vilifies homosexuals with Nazi-style
propaganda. One host in particular stands out above the rest, and thus
is PROBABLY The Cult's Broadcasting Director for the entire Greater Bay
Area: Michael Savage of KNEW (9.10 AM).
Besides ubiquitous and often freely available newspapers, homeless
people can't afford other kinds of entertainment or info sources, but
one: the transistor radio. M. Savage KNOWS this, and plays them like
marionettes to do The Cult's bidding. Street people listen each weekday
afternoon from 4-7, to his FREQUENT and ROTE homophobic hate speech. I
even hear from time to time, the very same PHRASES and TERMS among the
homeless, that Savage bellows over the air.
I believe that this Cult Of The Zodiac Killer has grown very
POWERFUL over these last 30 years, to have formed an extensive NETWORK,
insinuating itself into all major public agencies on all levels. This
includes churches, political office, mainstream media (especially
radio), and LGBT organizations, bars, clubs and events. I ALSO believe
a certain segment of our POLICE DEPARTMENT participates in This Cult's
street networking, for profit and prostitution, drugs and power. Which readily explains why so many wicked street denizens continue to get away with their skulduggery year after year after tiresome year. A very diabolical form of social engineering, controlled from the top on down in a tightly enmeshed hierarchy. Certain police intentionally
promote select homeless to keep our gay populace in their place,
through terrorism, violence, and non-compliance e.g. failure to rapidly
respond to an emergency. (If they respond at all!)
Before ending this revelatory essay, I want to acknowledge the
DECENT homeless among us, who suffer horrid terrorism...surrounded and
totally vulnerable as they are, by These Zodiac Street Bullies. Due
acknowledgment also, to the GOOD cops in our force who have quite a job
ahead of them, to mop things up. (For which I hope my Friendly Ghost
tales will make Their Benevolent Though Brave Mission that much easier,
And finally: hats off to what EXCELLENT churches and media outlets
stand firm (though few and far between) against These Wicked Warlocks,
until said time when reinforcement arrives to ease their most
difficult, though sacred, burden.
Conclusion: Roman is The Cult's main provocateur along the Church Street corridor.