Category: Personal

  • the secret life v. the happy homosexual

    the secret life v. the happy homosexual


     KA: Can you give me an example of what you mean by secret life? What was the public persona versus…was it what you were feeling inside, or what you were doing?

    SM: Okay. No. It was… I was a high achiever. I wanted to succeed in everything, and I’m not sure what was the motivation for that. My parents really didn’t pressure me into that, but being the only child of school teachers…maybe there was some, I don’t know. But regardless, I wanted to be at the top of my class. I wanted to be…if I did athletics, I wanted to be the best. I mean, I was very motivated, and I always felt that that person who was doing all that, if anybody knew that deep down, that I liked little girls and that I wasn’t really interested in boys, and pretended to be…

    You know I dated in high school, college. I’ve dated guys. That was ridiculous. But it was important to keep the secret life, the secret. Yeah. I mean, it impacted everything. I started reading about—when I was a child obviously I couldn’t really understand the totality of my feelings about girls, but then when I got to where I could read and went to high school and all, then I started reading stuff about being a homosexual. What does that mean, really, being a lesbian?

    KA: What kind of stuff did you find?

    SM: Well I found the kind of stuff that I mentioned, that it was illegal, that it was an illness, that it was…you were somehow wrong. Not just from an ethical, moral standpoint, but you were just wrong in general. There was something off. You just weren’t quite there. And so, contrast that with the overachiever over here who was busy, busy, busy making top grades and all that, with the fear that over here, “Oh my god. They’re going to find out and then they’re going to want to do something horrible.” And that was the literature. I mean that was the literature of the ‘50s. And even the ‘60s, was that this was an illness, a sickness, a sin. I mean, it was awful. That was how you were. That was you.

    KA: Was there anything positive? Did you ever find anything that was positive?

    SM: Well, the seminal event that changed my life, I will tell you this. There was—of course what would I study when I went to the University of Texas in 1964? Abnormal psychology, because that was what I was really interested in. It wasn’t a major. I majored in accounting because the successful person had to make a lot of money, okay? But the secret person over here had an elective in abnormal psychology.

    I mean, you have to know that back then—I don’t know what they do now—but back then at the University of Texas, the lecture halls, there were 500 students in a class. I mean, we’d sit in these huge auditoriums. There were more students in my classes than lived in my entire town of Richards. You know what I mean?

    I mean, counting dogs and chickens, and everybody. So I had this professor in that abnormal psychology class, and he had a different lecture every time, obviously. But one day he said, “Well, today we’re going to talk about homosexuality.” Well I thought, “Finally, I mean this is why I took this class, and now he’s going to get to it.” And so, his name was Dr. Holmes, and he was a young guy. I remember he had a crew cut, and nice-looking guy. But anyway. He was walking around, and he was talking to us, and he said, “One thing I do, other than teach, is I’m a counselor. I’m a psychologist. I have patients. Clients.” And so he said, “I have a question for the class today. What do I say to the happy homosexual?” That changed my life. Because the idea that there could be a happy homosexual was contrary to everything that I had ever felt, ever thought, ever read.

    And there’s a man standing up there saying, “Homosexuals can be happy.” So it changed my vision and my life because then I could see the potential. It opened up a whole new…it still didn’t change me from being a secret. I wasn’t going to tell anybody I was a homosexual yet. I was still very closeted. But it changed the horizon, I guess, that I had for my life. Yeah. So that was the positive thing that turned my life in a different direction.

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    On June 21, 2021 I was interviewed by Katherine Allen (KA) for the LGBTQ Columbia History Initiative, led by Historic Columbia that was documenting “the often unseen and untold stories of this diverse community through a comprehensive resource of oral histories, archival collections and historic site interpretation.” The entire interview can be found here:
    https://digital.library.sc.edu/exhibits/LGBTQ-Columbia/interviews/sheila-morris/

    Sheila Morris was born in Navasota, Texas in 1946, and grew up in the small town of Richards. Her parents were educators. Interview includes discussion of Sheila’s childhood, how religion and psychology impacted her perspectives on homosexuality as she grew up, her experiences at the University of Texas, discrimination she encountered as a woman in the accounting profession, her life in Seattle, Washington, and her move to Columbia in the early 1970s. Morris reflected on her relationships with closeted and out women, shared memories of the gay bars in Columbia in the 1970s and 1980s, and discussed her role in cofounding the South Carolina Gay and Lesbian Business Guild in the early 1990s. Morris was also a member of a number of other organizations in Columbia including Palmetto AIDS Life Support Services, the National Organization for Women, Women on Boards and Commissions, and Planned Parenthood. During the interview, Morris read excerpts from her memoir Deep in the Heart and discussed the publication of Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home, a collection of essays.

  • I Tawt I Taw a Hurricane

    I Tawt I Taw a Hurricane


    Pretty’s Cat the morning after Hurricane Idalia blew through

    hey, old woman with white hair – tell Pretty I need help getting down

    oh, for crying out loud – I can’t wait all day for her

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    Thanks so much for the many well wishes from family and friends this week – we are safe, grateful to have escaped the worst.

  • feels like home to me

    feels like home to me


    As Hurricane Idalia barrels across the southeastern section of the USA today, Pretty has gone for dog food and I’m watching the rain begin to softly fall through my office windows, listening to Alexa shuffle my playlist of songs I love. Feels like Home to Me by my favorite trio of Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt and Emmylou Harris reminds me of who and what are most important to me when the storms of life threaten to overwhelm.

    Something in your eyes
    Makes me wanna lose myself
    Makes me wanna lose myself
    In your arms

    … There’s something in your voice

    … Makes my heart beat fast
    Hope this feeling lasts
    The rest of my life
    If you knew how lonely my life has been

    … And how long I’ve been so alone

    … If you knew how I wanted someone to come along
    And change my life the way you’ve done

    … Feels like home to me
    Feels like home to me
    Feels like I’m all the way back where

    … I come from
    Feels like home to me
    Feels like home to me
    Feels like I’m all the way back where I belong

    … A window breaks down a long dark street
    And a siren wails in the night

    … But I’m alright ’cause I have you here with me
    And I can almost see through the dark there is light

    … If you knew how much this moment means to me
    And how long I’ve waited for your touch
    If you knew how happy you are making me
    I’ve never thought that I’d love anyone so much

    … Feels like home to me
    Feels like home to me
    Feels like I’m all the way back where
    I come from

    … Feels like home to me
    Feels like home to me
    Feels like I’m all the way back where I belong
    Feels like I’m all the way back where I belong

    (Randy Newman, songwriter)

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    Pretty and I hope all our cyberspace friends are staying safe from whatever storms threaten today – and every day.

    Molly and me

    Pretty and Ella with son Drew glued to golf tournament

    Feels like home to me.

  • not one, but TWO HUGE nights in Hotlanta this week!

    not one, but TWO HUGE nights in Hotlanta this week!


    Las Vegas Aces star A’ja Wilson had a history-making career-high game Tuesday night in Atlanta, Georgia during one of the best player outings ever in the 27-year history of the Women’s National Basketball Association. Her 53 points matched the WNBA single-game scoring record set in 2018 and was only the third time in league history that a player had a 50+ point game. Wilson also had seven rebounds and four blocks during the game which saw the Aces bounce back from a loss to the Los Angeles Sparks on the previous Saturday to defeat the Dream 112 – 100. The only thing hotter than A’ja Wilson was the temperature which was also breaking records across the southern part of the country.

    As the crow flies west the distance from our home in West Columbia, South Carolina to Atlanta, Georgia is approximately 200 miles. Traveling by grannymobile on Interstate 20 West the exact mile count is 214 and travel time is a little over three hours, while making that same trip with Pretty who prefers to avoid the interstates in favor of back roads like she did this past Tuesday the 22nd., the trip stretched closer to 300 miles and five hours in the grannymobile because she stopped along the way to search in remote antique malls for treasures to bring back with her to sell in her own empire. I don’t know how long that crow would take from our house to Atlanta, but I’m sure there would be fewer stops.

    Pretty and our good friend Susan took their own sweet time on their drive Tuesday – they left at 9 a.m. with their only deadline destination the Gateway Center Arena @ College Park for a 7:00 p.m. WNBA tip between the Atlanta Dream and the Las Vegas Aces. Susan, one of our favorite Gamecock basketball buddies, was celebrating her birthday that day and invited Pretty to go to the game with her at the last minute when her husband Chris had to work. Whenever A’ja Wilson was anywhere in the neighborhood of her former alma mater, a huge University of South Carolina Gamecock nation travelled to see her play. Not even her most avid supporters, though, could have imagined her performance they would witness that night at the Gateway Center Arena.

    Pretty was on Cloud 9 when she got home in the wee hours of Wednesday morning – I had kept up with the game on TV so I celebrated with her the next day. We talked about the joy Coach Dawn Staley must have felt not only when A’ja had the monster night but also to see three other Gamecock players (Laeticia Amihere and Allisha Gray for the Dream, Alaina Coates rejoining Wilson and the Aces) on the WNBA rosters. It was a great night to be a Gamecock.

    Oh, yes. I almost forgot the other huge event. Two nights later the Trump airplane landed in Atlanta to drop off the former president so that he could drive to Fulton County to surrender for arrest for his alleged participation in RICO violations involving the Big Lie. As my favorite writer Eudora Welty said once upon a time, to know the truth I also had to recognize a lie.

    Go Gamecock Women’s Basketball! Go Fulton County DA Fani Willis!

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    Slava Ukraini. For all the children.

  • Pretty scolds me

    Pretty scolds me


    As we turned into the driveway this morning from running errands that included taking Carl to the vet over the river and to the city for evaluation and annual shots by 9 a.m., then driving completely in the opposite direction from the vet to my eye doctor to pick up a pair of eyeglasses being repaired but breaking the heavy traffic with a quick stop at the Rush’s drive thru for our daily fix of iced tea. When I saw the large Ukrainian flag we fly at the edge of our carport, I said oh my goodness. Those poor Ukrainian people are having such a horrible life; I see the images every day of their losses. I continuously worry so much about the children.

    When Pretty came to a stop at the carport, she turned to me and said you are so negative. You always see the worst in everything anymore.

    To which I replied, maybe because I am getting old.

    May Sarton (1912 – 1995) was a Belgian-American novelist, poet, and memoirist who wrote in her journal At Seventy published in 1984: “What I want to convey is that, in spite of the baffling state of the world around us – war in the Falklands and in the Middle East, poverty, recession, racism at home – it is still possible for one human being, with imagination and will, to move mountains. The danger is that we become so overwhelmed by the negative that we cannot act.”

    What I want to convey to Pretty is that, in spite of the baffling state of the world around us – war in Ukraine and in the Middle East, poverty, inflation, racism at home, a former president of the United States surrendering today for defying the laws set forth by our founders in the Constitution – it is still possible for one human being, with imagination and will, to move mountains. The danger is that we become so overwhelmed by the negative that we cannot act.

    I believe that in the past six years I have become more overwhelmed by the negative than I realized so from this day forward I promise to project positivity for the sake of my family, friends, and followers.

    Hm. I hope I haven’t chosen a bad day to make that pledge. TV news off.

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    P.S. The eyeglasses weren’t ready – the woman told me she had been on vacation so the lens had arrived but they hadn’t been placed in a frame. They will call me. But not to end on a negative note, the woman at the Rush’s drive-thru was the friendliest person ever. Seriously, the…friendliest…person…ever.