Tonight's creamy chicken bake is named to honor A special ICON of LGBT history. Known as Phil Andros, he was a poet, novelist, English professor, tattoo artist and pornographer. His notes and writings help define the BDSM dynamic that is still misunderstood by many today.
1.5 - 2lbs chicken breast, Boneless/Skinless
1 can evaporated milk
½ tsp each:
salt
pepper
paprika
garlic
3 Tbs hoisin sauce
juice of half a lime
1.5oz shredded Gruyere cheese
2 Tbs parsley flakes
1 egg
Diections:
Preheat oven to 375 degrees
Carefully slice the potatoes and onion on a mandolin slicer. Let soak in water for 20 mins.
Then dry in colander.
Lay out the chicken breasts on wax paper. With a sharp knife make cuts only halfway into the meat in a cross-ways pattern.
Mix the marinade: Stir the salt, pepper, paprika, and garlic into the heavy cream well in a large bowl and add the scored chicken.
Cover with plastic wrap and let set in refrigerator for an hour
Line a baking pan with foil and spread olive oil in the bottom.
Line with a layer of thin slices. Let roast for half an hour, then remove from oven.
Lay chicken cut side up on potatoes and pour marinade over.
Bake for 30 mins.
Beat egg with salt & chives in a bowl and shred in the Gruyere cheese. Stir to mix well.
Spoon over top of the chicken then sprinkle with Parmesan and return for additional 15 min. of roasting.
Remove and let rest while you microwave a green vegetable. Serve with slices of tomato. Maybe a dish of fresh fruit for desert.
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=========================================== Phil Andros
“He was an absolute masterpiece of living,”
He was a poet, novelist, university professor, a tattoo artist and pornographer. He defined being a sexual outlaw at a time the term was unheard of.
Born 1909 in a tiny village halfway between Columbus OH and Pittsburgh PA this unique icon fought to remain true to his own nature. A dangerous undertaking at any time in history.
Reading about his life I sense he is still mostly misunderstood. Too often writers that can not relate with the BDSM dynamic feel they must portray him as a tortured self-destructive soul. His genius was so much more.
Yes Andros struggled with alcoholism, but by 1949 he managed to overcome his addiction with the help of Alcoholics Anonymous.
He studied at University in Columbus in 1927. Having earned a Ph.D. in English at Ohio State, he spent the 1930s and ’40s pursuing a respectable if patchy career as a man of letters, teaching at various universities including Loyola in Chicago, publishing novels and poetry
Andros gained an introduction to Gertrude Stein in 1932 and began a long correspondence with her that developed into a warm friendship. He paid visits to her rented country home in France during the summers of 1937 and 1939.
In 1936 he was dismissed from his teaching position, at the State College of Washington, as the result of his sympathetic portrayal of a prostitute in his well-reviewed comic novel Angels on the Bough. He subsequently moved to Chicago, where he taught at Loyola University until 1946. After leaving Loyola to help re-write the World Book Encyclopedia, he then taught at DePaul University.
Through the late 1930s and 1940s, Andros maintained a precarious balancing act between his role as a respectable college professor and aspiring writer during the day, and his often dangerously provocative sexual exploits at night. In an era where homosexuality itself could mean jail, disgrace, beatings, and even death, he chose a sometimes lonely and uneasy path that somehow managed to narrowly avoid disaster while being true to an essential part of his humanity.
Born as Samuel Morris Steward he was best known as Phil Andros, Phil Sparrow, and many other pseudonyms. Throughout his life he kept extensive secret diaries, journals and statistics of his sex life.
Through these lengthy writings we now have a wealth of knowledge about how LGBT's lived at that time. His record keeping was unique at a time when this “love dared not speak its name”. It led to his collaboration with known sex researcher Alfred Kinsey in late 1949. He became an unofficial collaborator with Kinsey's Institute for Sex Research.
During his years of work with the Institute, he collected and donated sexually themed materials to the Kinsey archive, gave Kinsey access to his lifelong sexual records, introduced him to large numbers of sexually active men in the Chicago area.
Kinsey and Andros were both: archivists, obsessives, and collectors. Kinsey recorded other people’s sex lives; Andros recorded his own. Each time Kinsey visited Chicago he met Andros, clocking upward of seven hundred hours of conversation, and they corresponded until Kinsey’s death. In 1951, Andros bought one of the first Polaroid cameras and showed the results to Kinsey. Sometime later, he was asked to put together a collection of “sex-related disciplinary devices” that duplicated his own.
Kinsey was deeply sympathetic to Andros, and though it is now thought that homosexual masochism was a part of Kinsey’s own makeup, the relationship was platonic—a rarity for Andros. He regarded Kinsey as an accepting, nonjudgmental father figure.
Kinsey's invitation, he was filmed engaging in BDSM sex with Steve Masters. Andros wrote, “At the end of the second afternoon I was exhausted, marked and marred, all muscles weakened . . . my jaws were so tired and unhinged I could scarcely close my mouth.”
After Gertrude Stein, Kinsey was Andros' most important mentor; he later described Kinsey not only "as approachable as a park bench" but also as a god-like bringer of enlightenment to humankind, thus giving him the nickname, "Doctor Prometheus."
The climate of the postwar years led to an explosion of activity in and around the seedy burlesque houses, transient hotels, and tattoo parlors of Chicago’s South Loop, and Andros found a true home. By the early 1950s, he had taught himself tattooing, and opened a shop-- even as he taught literature during the day at DePaul. In one interview, he referred to himself as “the Mr. Chips of the tattoo world.”
As a tattoo artist, he took the name Phil Sparrow, and called his shop Phil’s Tattoo Joynt. For more than a decade, he was a fixture on the South Loop Skid Row, living his life as he chose, documenting his experiences in graphic detail, and seeking out eligible partners in his diaries and a card catalog called the “Stud File.” In 1964, he re-located to the East Bay near San Francisco, where he became the preferred tattoo artist to the Hell’s Angels and augmented his income by writing erotic gay pulp fiction under the pseudonym Phil Andros.
Some of his early works described his fascination with rough trade and sadomasochistic sex; others focused on the power dynamics of interracial sexual encounters between men. In 1966, thanks to changes in American publishing laws, he was able to publish his story collection $TUD, under the pseudonym Phil Andros.
By the late 1960s, Andros started writing a series of pulp pornographic novels featuring the hustler Phil Andros as narrator. He was especially intrigued by the symbolism of the tattoo needle penetrating the body and leaving fluid behind. But then he got tattooed himself, writing, “The tattoos I have on me ally me with the herd, the toughs, the lower-class, the criminal.”
American society was undeniably repressive, it’s hard to see how Andros could have been any less inhibited. He cruised the streets, bars, and baths of Chicago in search of rough trade, especially sailors. Some of this could be very rough indeed: One pickup led to his spending “a seven-hour ordeal as a sexual captive,” an encounter that, according to Spring, earned top marks in his Stud File.
Tattooing allowed him to put his ink and his hands on a large number of men, many of them sailors, and some of them were happy enough to have sex as part of the process (though as he aged, Steward relied more on paid hustlers).
In 1970, he hung up his tattoo machine and, writing as Phil Andros, concentrated on pornographic novels with titles such as San Francisco Hustler and The Greek Way. In the 1980s, under his own name, he published two “Gertrude Stein–Alice B. Toklas Mysteries.”
In 1978, Andros told an interviewer, “Once someone asked me why I was not ‘politically involved.’ . . . There were no political movements at all. . . . We got all the sex we wanted, but marching?! Where to? . . . The young of today have no conception at all of the lives we had to lead—furtive, hidden—but joyously hedonistic just the same.” It’s hardly news that there were plenty of gay men in America eighty years ago, but who knew that some of them succeeded in finding partners so easily?
The writing continued into the ’90s, by which time he had become a cherished source of anecdote and history for the Bay Area gay community. He died in Berkeley in 1993, at age eighty-four.
That he lived to such a ripe old age is perhaps the most surprising fact of all about Andros. He took enormous risks, legal as well as physical—how he stayed out of jail is anybody’s guess.
He told an interviewer, “Of course, I wouldn’t dare do it, except that my dream all my life has been to be in prison, and to be fucked morning, noon and night by everyone, and beaten.” This must be one of the very few fantasies he failed to live out.
In 1972, Jack Fritscher became the first openly gay writer to unearth and interview Andros; his audiotapes were referenced in Justin Spring's biography of Andros. Starting in 2001, Justin Spring tracked down the archive and began writing the biography Secret Historian: The Life and Times of Samuel Steward, Professor, Tattoo Artist, and Sexual Renegade, which was published in 2010.
His life was extraordinary for its time,
but it would have been extraordinary at
any time.
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