Heh. I mean, really, are we that surprised? The angrier a person gets, the more I wonder if they’re hiding something.
My dad’s ex-wife? Angrier than a hornets’ nest during a hurricane. The lady couldn’t walk into make flowers wilt with mere entry into a florist. In fact, I saw her smile…once.
And the more I read stuff like this? The more I keep thinking that she had something to hide. She detested my own mother, a lady who met my step father long after her divorce. But her hatred didn’t match the accused, for some reason. I mean, literally, there was talk of getting some kind of restraining order.
So my guess is, now that I’m older and never asked questions as a twelve year old, is that my step dad left his wife because she was a bitch and was probably fucking around.
Or she was mentally unbalanced. Which also works for why people would support an organization that only seeks to elect people that give money to those who already make it and churches instead of helping others. You’d have to be crazy to join the G.O.P.
Too cute. Thought we could use the pick up this Saturday morning. Peace out and Woof on...
Yesterday, a buddy of mine on Facebook asked what we thought about flag burning. I said, without fear, I don’t like it…but, well, really…is that important right now? This this image was posted…(you might have click it…) and I was vindicated. Folks. We really, really need to stop listening to politicians and the news to find out what's wrong in the world. Common sense should dictate it.
It’s just, well, I don’t know how to respond to this. I can’t help thinking I’d be happier if both candidates had representation at various Pride Events all over the country. I don’t like the concept that we might be manipulated. Thoughts?
Are we really surprised? Okay, so there’s like this writers’ group here where I live. Constantly looking for a place to meet that’s open late. They finally settled on Chik-fil-a-place-that-hates. I don’t really understand how individuals don’t know about that chickenshit hole’s stance on gays and lesbians in the workplace. Actually, I disliked them prior to that. Having Jewish parents, I’m always wary of places that follow blue laws. It means that they feel Sunday is the only holy day-not Friday as it was stated in the Old Testament and followed by Jews and Muslims.
So they’re off by two days as it is.
Now there’s this. I’m still surprised that no one really knows the vitriol this organization still spews. Every holiday I have to explain again and again why I don’t donate them cash.
BTW, I’m using this happy little blog to post things I really want to post on my Facebook page. But I’ve noticed that there are certain coworkers there now, and, living in the Deep South, no matter how much they might need to be a bit more educated, perhaps I need to introduce these concepts slowly, ya know?
I thought this was an interesting post. Basically, since you probably don’t wanna waste a good chunk of your life catching up on your Sunday Times readings-that a majority to texts of gay fiction tend to be about doomed love. Think "Brokeback Mountain.”
Makes sense. If art truly reflects life, well, the authors of such books would naturally succumb to that thought process. And as much as I hate it, the fact is, tragedy is tragedy. Hasn’t anyone heard of Romeo and Juliet?
However, with the change of character in our culture, the looming possibility that we can have full equality means the art of our lives will start to take a very, very different turn. Now, me? I’m one to talk. I write horror, mostly, when it comes to fiction. And when it came to any time I wrote queer fiction, the edges tended to be tragic or dark.
Something to ponder.
I’m fine with the change, frankly, but for straights and queers…tragedy always takes the cake, doesn’t it? If it bleeds, it leads, as it were. So the more things change, I suppose, the more they stay the same.
Okay, so here's where the reason why I started a second blog. I wanna talk about what's sexy and hot. I noticed something. Something I'm not proud of. Okay, maybe it is just me, but, well--I don't find this video very "hot," for lack of a better term.
I love this little ditty of a song, mind you. I'll include it here below. It defines the summer, like so many other pop tunes of the recent past. I think of California Girls, also done with a queer twist. A hook of a song, totallly non-commital, completely lacking in any kind of depth. Just plain fun. Like a roller coaster.
So? Here's the first video. There's something sad about beautiful people dancing around showing us why we aren't them...
Yes, they're cute. But, like a soda pop, enough for a rush, but we don't see them again.
Now, here? Again, maybe its my age showing, but look at the original video. I think its cute, proving why its a summer hit. And, frankly, I think its hotter than the weho go-go boys...
Now, here's something that happens that I noticed. Here's two more copies of this ear-worm. The first one has some the best looking models the world has ever known from Abercrombie and Fitch. Yet I find the video is totally not worth watching. They're having a good time. But they're so vacuous that I find its actually a turn-off to see them...
Even here? "Look at me, I'm kinda hot," just doesn't cut it any more, people. In a world when we can download inappropriate videos at a moment's notice, just being beautiful isn't enough any more. Even if you have beautiful pectorals.
I will say, in that last video, the men make a point of saying that they're actually straight. I think that's amusing, for they made the video gayer then the WeHo men at the start of this article! What is really interesting, even though they are straight, they are more than willing to entice gay men to look at them. This is something gay men are going to have to get used to in the near future. The next generation is growing up used to both men and women appreciating them. And with that, they're used to garnering that attention and further blurring the lines of what is gay and not gay.
Now this next video shows you something you won't expect-this is the hot one. This is the one where I felt that, yes, THAT is attractive. They're coordinated, being themselves and the sense of mockery in their presence isn't evident. They aren't showing their pecs, but, instead, showing their energy and vibe. Now this? This is kinda hawt...
So, there you go. Do I start the diatribe about "Sexy and I Know it?" Soon, my bearish friends, soon....
Attached you’ll find the musings of a writer. I have no idea what I’ll write or what I’ll write about—the fact is, as an author, I just need to type without argument. I try to post here, not so much for you, the reader, but for myself, to keep writing. Sometimes it will be fiction, many times it will be nonfiction. I do respond to requests. If I am writing for myself, why post at all? Because-art isn’t art until an audience looks at it. Please think about commenting. And thank you, always for reading.
I just moved to Florida, and because of that, my whole world is turned upside down. Anything you see from August 2010 is brand new. I’m still finding my footing, as it were. That and air-conditioning.
