Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
The Exiled Prince
nce upon a time, there was a King and Queen who ruled over a magnificent kingdom.
People were happy all over the land, but the King and Queen were not happy at all. Although they had everything they could ever desire, they lacked the one thing that would make them truly happy, for they had no child, no heir to the throne.
They consulted wise men and wizards, learned men and soothsayers trying to break the evil spell that kept them from having the child they so desperatly wanted.
After some time and many things were tried the curse was broken and the kingdom rejoiced as the Queen gave birth to a son.
As the little Prince grew up, the King and Queen's hearts grew more full with love, for he was everything they had hoped he would be: handsome, intelligent, capable. He was their golden child.
As time passed the Prince was often advised that one day he would have to select a Princess to be his bride -- no "common" girl would do.
This dismayed the Prince because he wasn't interesed in Princesses. Not at all. Their ruffles and curls and flounces did nothing to spark his interest.
What he really fancied were the young noblemen of the court, with their tight muscular bodies and rippling sinew - and the stable boys weren't looking too bad either.
The Prince would pass the time with a young Duke and all the time be staring at the Duke's full red lips and wonder what it would be like to kiss them.
He knew he was not like the other young men of the court, but how he felt seemed natural and right to him. It was as if he were meant to be that way.
Surely he was not the only one who was "different" so he sought out the company of other young men who shared his desires.
After some time, the King and Queen (who had spies everywhere and there was nothing that happened in the court was not known to them almost instantly) discovered the Prince's awful secret.
The Queen cried and the King was beside himself with anger. At once, he summoned the Prince to the court and when he arrived, commanded him to kneel before his throne.
"Renounce your wicked ways, my son," the King said, "And I shall be lenient."
The Prince looked up and met his father's gaze and said, "I can no more renounce my ways than I can alter the color of my eyes. I am the way that I am, Father. I cannot change."
"Cannot change? Or will not change?" the King replied, steel in his booming voice.
"I can no more will myself to change my very nature," the Prince replied, "Than you could will yourself to float into the air like a soap bubble. It is not a question of will. I am what I am. It is for you to decide whether you can accept this or not."
Tears were in the Prince's eyes, but his voice was steady and with conviction. There were only a few in the court that were not moved by his words.
Unfortunatly, the King was one of them.
The King, still showing no emotion, said, "Then you leave me no choice. You are hereby banished from the kingdom. As of this moment you are no longer my son, and no longer a Prince. You are to leave my kingdom at once and if you shall ever return here, you shall be instantly killed."
The royal scribes wrote every word of this down, for every word the King uttered was considered law.
The once-Prince rose and left the court and the kingdom, looking behind him not even once.
The ladies-in-waiting did their best to comfort the Queen, but she would not be consoled. Nobody in the court could tell what the King was feeling, or even if he felt at all, for his face was as cold and hard as stone.
The once-Prince, now just an ordinary young man, traveled to a far away land where he was not known and there he had many adventures.
Some were grand and others were tragic, but through it all he learned and grew stronger.
Throughout his adventures he searched far and wide (and kissed a few frogs, and alot of stable boys) looking for the one who was to be his true love, but alas, none could be found.
One day it came to pass that the young man met a handsome Prince of his own, and they fell in love, and after some time passed they pledged themselves to one another and vowed to live their lives together for all time.
Although he lived well, and he was very happy, from time to time he could not help but think of the Kingdom that he left behind, and of his aging parents alone upon their gilded and velvet thrones.
And he wondered if they ever thought of him, and wondered also what would happen if ever he should return there.
Nobody knows whether the once-Prince ever returned to his former kingdom. It is not even known whether he and the Prince he found ever lived "happily ever after", although it seemed as though they would.
What is known without a doubt is this:
He lived his life the best way that he could, and he was always true to himself.
And that meant more to him than diamonds or gold, or a crown or a throne, or a kingdom.
Monday, June 28, 2004
Wonder Boy Approved
Avril Lavigne - Under My Skin
Say what you will about Avril: She looks like a counter jockey at Hot Topic; she looks like the Hanson brothers' long-lost sister; she can't spell (Sk8terboi).
I've heard it all.
Regardless of what people say, this gal makes damn good music.
If I would've had her first album on vinal I would have worn it out from repeated playings.
Her second album, Under My Skin, is anything but sophomoric.
It's a twelve track collection of songs exploring themes of: being misunderstood ("Take Me Away"), feeling distant and indifferent toward your partner ("Together"), breaking up ("My Happy Ending"), and the beginnings of a relationship ("Who Knows"), among others.
These are songs that almost everyone can relate to on some level. Who of us hasn't felt misunderstood or lonely? Or hasn't been torn apart over breaking up?
Avril does tend to get whiney at times, most notably on the track "He Wasn't"
("There's not much going on today / I'm really bored / It's getting late / What happened to my Saturday?")
She's at her best when she's taking charge of her life, like on my favorite track "Don't Tell Me" (which really should have been titled "Don't Try And Tell Me" considering there was a Madonna song titled "Don't Tell Me" just a few years ago, and also because the phrase "don't tell me" doesn't actually appear in this song).
"I'll have to kick your ass / And make sure you never forget!" she declares. It's obvious she's not taking guff from anyone. You go, Miss Thing!
Avril has created a sound that is all her own, one that is stronger and better the second time around, and sure to generate an even greater fan base.
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Start The Waterworks
I watched the movie Peter Pan last night on DVD. It's an enjoyable movie and it's very true to the book version.
Good family fun.
I was blubbering like an infant near the end ("I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!") but that's not unusual for me.
And the strange thing is, real life tragedy doesn't affect me that way. Like when my good friend Joe died nearly ten years ago, I was devastated. I was upset for weeks. I couldn't even think about him without getting all emotional.
But I didn't cry. Not even at his funeral.
Any and all tales of heartache, pain, and woe will make me upset beyond words, but no tears come.
Then I'll watch The Lion King and the part where Mufasa dies comes on and I can't even see the screen for the tears.
When I was in the theater watching Latter Days a few months ago and there were a few scenes in that movie that tugged at my heartstrings. The friend I was at the movies with asked me, "Why are you crying? It's a happy ending!"
"I know." I said as tears rolled down.
Anyone going to the movies with me better expect a blub-fest.
I don't mind, though.
The tears let me know that I still feel.
Saturday, June 26, 2004
I'm Just A Boy Who Can't Say No
Yesterday I'm sitting at home and the phone rings. I immediatly answer it and it's my manager, Cathy.
"Jimmy, can you come in now? We need you!!"
And I'm thinking, "Dammit! I should have checked the Caller ID first!"
Let me just say that Caller ID is a godsend. If it says OUT OF AREA chances are it's a telemarketer, so I don't answer it.
If it says BLOCKED CALL it could be from anybody and why is somebody blocking their number? What do they have to hide? I let Voice Mail pick those calls up.
I had just gotten up yesterday and I wasn't thinking clearly and I had answered without looking.
I really didn't want to, but I couldn't think of an excuse fast enough so I told her I'd work.
I went in at 10AM and didn't get out of there last night until after 11PM.
It was tiring, but I made good money and my guests (for the most part) were the most pleasant I've had in awhile.
I even had a few regulars who came in and waited 20 minutes at the host stand just to get a table in my section. They said, "We aren't eating here unless Jimmy's our waiter."
(Things like that make me all warm and fuzzy inside.)
Not long after I got there Cathy comes up and asks if I can work a double shift on Monday, and I (reluctantly) said OK.
Then later Bev asks me if I can work for her Tuesday night. I was going to say no (really) but she told me she had something important she had to do, so I said I'd do it.
Sometimes I think I'm too "nice". I just wish I could go around being a total prick all the time.
"Come in early? Go piss up a flagpole! I'll come in when I scheduled. Work on my day off? Forget it! I have a life too, ya know."
How liberating would that be?
I just can't bring myself to do it, though.
This weekend it's Gay Pride in both Atlanta and NYC.
I'm wishing I was there.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
The Lowdown On The Down Low
“The code of the DL brotha is that we have to be hard, because of the stigma that comes with being gay,” Jay says, adding that he subtracts five to seven years from his age and gives a different name when he’s “doing his thang.”The above is a quote from the truly excellent feature article in the latest BCP, A Low Down Shame by Christina Royster-Hemby.
“In today’s society, it’s cool for certain people—white people, women of all races—to be gay,” he says. “But for us, we’d just be regarded as faggies.”
For those that don't know, the Down Low (or DL for short) refers to black men who have sex with other men and who keep it a secret from their wives and girlfriends.
Amazingly, most of these men identify themselves as "straight".
“For certain people in society, it’s cool right now to be gay,” Jay says.The reason why black men feel they have to be so "tough" and "hard" to gain respect in the black community isn't fully explained. How can these men consider themseves "straight" when they are actively seeking sex with other men?
“But it’s not cool for black men. Black men have to be tough to be respected.”
Aside from bringing AIDS and other STDs home to their (unsuspecting) wives or girlfriends -- which is wrong anyway you choose to look at it -- the biggest problem I have with the DL, and of being closeted in general, is that it makes gays and lesbians invisible.
Straight society sees us, but they don't know what they are looking at. They see the mask we wear, and that's all, because we are hiding our true selves.
It has long been my opinion that if all the gays, lesbians and bisexuals everywhere were to come out and be noticed, the "straight" world would see just how many of us there are out there.
They would see gay people, not as "those people over there" but as their doctors, their lawyers, their schoolteachers and soldiers.
Their fathers, mothers, sisters, and brothers.
And sistas, and brothas.
We are everywhere.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Cheap At Twice The Price
HUMAN FOR SALE
Housebroken, affectionate, has all shots.
Asking $1,812,450.00 or best offer.
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Here are some photos I took at the Block Party. A mouseover will reveal the captions.
I'll post these (and more) in a larger size in my photo album as soon as I can.
Monday, June 21, 2004
Well, Gay Pride weekend is over and I'm both happy and sad to see it go.
Sad because who wants a party to stop?
Happy because after awhile you get tired of partying.
I'm not going to list all the people I saw because that would take too much time and and I would foret half of them and it's too much of a bother.
Suffice it to say that (almost) everyone I've ever met, tricked with, dated, was/am friends with, or in any way had any kind of "relationship" with (however you want to define it) was there.
Here are some of the highlights.
- Saturday - The Parade and Block Party
You can't go to the Big Gay Day without a little glow.
After knocking back a few we were sufficiently buffered enough so we headed to the Parade.
We arrived around 4:30 and by the time the parade began (a little after 5) I had already greeted and hugged at least a half-dozen people and said "Hello" to at least a dozen others.
It was just a small sample of what was to come.
I love a parade, but if you've seen one gay parade you've pretty much seen them all.
Drag queens wearing tiaras riding on floats and waving like Miss America, hot shirtless boys in spandex short-shorts, big bear-y men on Harleys wearing leather chaps and harnesses.
You get the picture.
After the parade was over we popped into The Spike, the Levi/leather bar above Grand Central because the girls needed to use the bathroom. Mercifully, there were very few people in there, there was no line for the bathroom, and the tender made us good drinks in little plastic cups that we could take outside if we wanted to.
The Spike had a balcony and we were able to get out of the crowd and watch the people mill about below. We had only been there a few hours and we were having alot of fun, but already the crowds of people were getting to us.
The rest of the time there was spent standing in lines for drinks or various food items, looking for a bathroom, or greeting and talking with various people.
After awhile I wasn't even looking at people trying to recognize them. They were just people. If they knew me, they could come over and talk to me, but I wasn't worrying about it.
At 9:30 PM Crystal Waters took the stage and blew everyone away.
She was amazing and she had the crowd in a frenzy.
She performed her hits "Makin' Happy", "100% Pure Love" and "Gypsy Woman".
Picture hundreds of people singing the bridge of Gypsy Woman ("La da de, la de da!").
She was fabulous.
By the time she left the stage my throat was sore and I was nearly hoarse.
The next step? More cocktails!
Every bar and club in the area was jam packed full of people. Door to door, hall to hall, wall to wall. Getting a drink meant forcing your way through the crowd and up to the bar and shouting your drink order to an harried and overworked bartender.
By the end of the day I was more than a little tipsy and I was happy, but I was also exhausted.
I nearly went to bed fully clothed, I was that tired.
- Sunday - The Festival
I didn't have a headache when I woke up, but I felt terrible.
The festival started at 1PM at Druid Hill Park, but I wasn't in any big hurry.
I took my good old time getting ready and I got there around 3PM or so.
The weather was perfect. Sunny, but not hot with a mild breeze blowing.
After the Block Party the night before, the festival itself was anti-climatic. More of the same, but with less bacchanalia.
This was, after all, a place people bring their children.
I wandered around looking at all the vendors and their wares, got a Big Gay Bag fill of freebies (pens, travel mugs, HRC stickers, pamphlets).
I saw a few people I knew and chatted briefly.
It was a pleasant day.
I had one Heineken and that was more than enough.
At 5PM I realized I was tired and I was sufficiently "gayed out" and over it all.
It was time to go home.
Friday, June 18, 2004
Jimmy's On Crack (And I Don't Care)
First just let me just state for the record that I am NOT on crack, so don't send me emails, links to NA, or plan an "intervention", OK?
It's just the last couple of days it's been difficult for me to focus.
Yesterday I kept forgetting drink orders, I was bringing the wrong things to the wrong tables over and over again, and I dropped my serving tray (loaded with dishes) no less than three times!
That alone is highly unusual. Normally I can carry a full tray with one hand, have dishes stacked in another, and maneuver through a dining room full of people moving this way and that and not drop one thing. I could probably even balance a few on top of my head like an Indian woman would. (I've never tried it, but I might could do it.)
Everyone kept asking me, "Jimmy, what's wrong? Are you OK?"
I don't know exactly what was wrong with me, but it seems to be over now.
At least I didn't spill someting on someone like another server did last week when a full glass of Hawaiian Punch went all over this guy wearing a white outfit. And the guy wasn't gracious about it either (i.e "Don't worry about it. Accidents happen!") He had a total shit fit, and I probably would have too if it had been me.
I was invited to go out with some people from work to the Bar of Baltimore last night.
I said thanks but no thanks.
Most of them are underage with fake IDs and hanging out with a bunch of kids who are probaly going to drink too much and act up isn't really my cup of tea.
Plus, I'm going to get enough of that anyway in the next couple of days at Pride Weekend.
Off to work in a little while and then I'm not due back in until Monday. I almost feel like a regular person with a normal schedule.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
It was your ad featuring Tom Hinthaus back in '84 that made me know, --for sure-- that I was gay, and for that, I thank you very much!
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
You're Wrong, But I Love You Anyway
- "Opinions are like assholes: everyone has 'em, and most of 'em stink."
I am a firm believer that . . .
- You are entitled to your own opinion
- I am also entitled to my own opinion,
- Opinions are seldom "right" or "wrong", they just are, and . . .
- You're opinion and mine can be totally opposite, and that's OK!
Whose opinion is "right"?
It all depends on who you ask.
And I don't think it matters much whether something is "popular" or not. Because Haring was/is "popular" that makes my opinion more valid? No, that doesn't wash.
There are some things I believe in that I feel are "right".
I am pro-choice, for example. But I am not going to beat you over the head until you believe the same way.
It's OK, to have a different opinion --if everyone were exactly alike, think how boring this world would be-- but that doesn't mean every conversation has to be a big debate. It gets exhausting having to defend your veiwpoint all the time.
The whole idea of friendship is accepting people for who they are, warts and all.
With friends you shouldn't have to choose your words that carefully.
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
So much time and effort goes into planning for Gay Pride (this Saturday and Sunday). I think I spend more time preparing for Pride than I do my birthday or New Year's Eve.
Anyway, here's my list of . . .
- Make an appointment at the hair salon for a shape-up and a trim on the sides and back.
Nancy, a waitress at my work has clippers and she offered to cut it for me in her kitchen.
Sitting at her Formica table draped in a beach towel smoking and drinking coffee and gossiping about people at work while she clips away does have a certain appeal --and I would certainly save money doing it that way-- but I don't think I should risk it. I've never seen the results of her work, after all.
Hair is like a hat that you can't take off.
- Go shopping for a new outfit, or at least a new shirt.
I need something new to wear and I never did go on that shopping spree I promised myself.
I've been real careful about eating right the last couple of weeks and I'm feeling terribly thin and sexy, so I simply must get a new outfit!
- Buy some 35mm film for my camera.
Look for Pride photos here as soon as I can get them up.
Probably the Monday after Pride (the 21st), but I'm not promisin' anything.
- Get on the horn with Michael, Jonny, Ralph, Jeannie and everyone else in my Big Fat Gay telephone book and find out what everyone else is doing and make a game plan.
I'm trying not to get too worked up about it all.
The more you anticipate, the more you are disappointed when things don't happen the way you expect them to.
And they never happen the way you expect them to.
My Brain Is . . .
At work or in school: I need to be "hands on": I like to play games, to compete, and to perform.
I enjoy flexibility, changes of pace, and variety.
I have difficulty with routine and structure.
My favorite subjects are music, art, theatre, and crafts.
I like solving problems in active ways and negotiating for what I want.
I can be direct and like immediate results.
With friends: Planning ahead bores me because I never know what I want to do until the moment arrives. I like to excite my friends with new and different things, places to go, and romantic moments.
With family: I need a lot of space and freedom.
I want everyone to have fun.
It is hard for me to follow rules, and I feel we should all just enjoy one another.
Sunday, June 13, 2004
Don't Want No Horny-Toed
First of all, I hate my own feet.
I'm on my feet all the time and I get these ugly yellow calluses on my big toes and on my heels.
It's just hideous.
Every week (or so) I have to grate them down with a pumice stone.
I spend so much time grooming my feet and they're still ugly.
You know those porn stars (Joey Stefano comes to mind) who always wear socks but nothing else? That's me. I could be butt-ass nekkid and I'll still be wearing my socks. The only time you'll ever see my feet is poolside or at the beach and then those suckers get covered up as soon as I'm dry.
Actually, I hate feet. I think feet are the worst part of the human body. They are so gross.
I just hate feet, OK? I don't know how anyone could be attracted to this disgusting part of the body.
Case in point:
At work, when cute guys come in the other servers are quick to point them out to me because they know there's nothing better I like than some nice eye candy.
Yesterday Nancy comes over and says, "Check this guy out! Whaddaya think? Hot, huh?"
So I look at him.
Young, trim, good hair, nice body, cute face, nice ass.
Then I saw his feet.
He was wearing sandals and he had toejam between his toes and his feet were filthy, his toenails needed cutting and they were all yellowish, and I was like, "Eww! Gross!"
Nancy was taken aback at my reaction.
"What?" she said, astonished, "You don't think he's cute?"
"Yuck! Did you get a look at his feet?"
Had he been wearing shoes instead of sandals I would have thought he was totally hot.
Which leads me to . . .
- If you're going to go barefoot or wear sandals or flip-flops -- take care of your feet!! Make sure they're clean -- no toejam.
And trim your toenails, dammit! The horny-toed look is just gross, OK?
- If you're too lazy to do it yourself, get a pedicure. They don't cost that much, really.
- If foot-maintenance is too much of a bother then cover those suckers up!
Socks with sandals is tacky (as I've said previously) but it's better than all those ugly feet being displayed to everyone.
Saturday, June 12, 2004
If / Then
- Thought of the Day:
If people didn't balk at the sight of two men or two women showing love for one another . . .
If people didn't snicker, or judge, or pre-judge people for just being themselves . . .
If children were brought up that-- whatever your sexuality --It's okay! Be who you want to be, love who you choose to love . . .
If marriage was a union of two humans, regardless of their genders, who pledged to love one another always . . .
If people were tolerant . . .
. . . then there wouldn't be a Gay Pride Day!
So to all the people who are disgusted and appalled at all the drag queens, leather daddies, and rainbow flags and the big queer parade they see once every year, just remember that it's partially your fault.
Friday, June 11, 2004
When: Yesterday afternoon
The players: Counter jockey (early 20's, male) about to fall asleep at his post and a cranky old man.
Old man walks into the store and looks around. Counter jockey is nearly asleep behind the counter and notices the old man enter.
Counter jockey: (mumbling) C'n I help you, sir?Old man exits.
Old man: You got any Garden Weasels?
Counter Jockey: (obviously puzzled) Huh? Uh . . . weasels? Um . . . I don't think so, sir.
Old man: What the @#$% good is this @#$%in' store if it ain't got no @#$%in' Garden Weasels?!
Thursday, June 10, 2004
Jesus Seeks Lonely Woman
- Your own, personal Jesus.
Someone to hear your prayers.
Someone who cares!
"All requests from young women in the DC Metro area will be considered.I'm not that religious and even I'm offended by this.
Women from out of town will have to handle their own travel provisions."
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
My baby don't mess around because she loves me so an' dis I know fo' sho!
I just love that song. It's so thug.
For a change of pace I went to Gallagher's last night with a friend of mine.
Why go to a lesbian bar? Mostly because it's somewhere different.
It's nothing fancy, believe me. Just a hole in the wall dive for dykes. But it's someplace I don't frequent that often, and therein lied it's appeal.
It's going to be some time before I go there again.
- Here's what went down:
She didn't even greet us!
She sighed, rolled her eyes up in her head, and made this big show about how she was summoning all her energy to come over and see what we wanted.
The first thing out of her mouth wasn't "Hello" or "How ya doin'?" it was "You guys have ID?"
As much as I'm secretly pleased whenever I get carded, it was obvious she was only doing it to be difficult.
So we order our drinks and all the time she's making them she's got this expression on her face like she smells something bad.
My friend's eyes are buggin and he's looking at me like "What's her problem?"
So the drinks are made and I pay for them, and I leave $2 on the bar as a tip.
(That's how I tip my bartenders. $1 per drink -- whether it's a dollar shot, a $1.50 draft at Happy Hour, or a $8 apple martini -- which I think is fairly decent. I know some people who only leave change.)
He: How much of a tip did you leave her?So I took a dollar back.
Me: Two dollars.
He: Take a dollar back. She was rude.
He: I'm serious! You tip for good service and we didn't get that tonight.
As someone who relies on tips for my livlihood, it is very difficult for me not to tip well -- regardless of the service I get.
But he was right, she really didn't deserve it. Honestly, she didn't even deserve what I gave her, as unwelcome as she made us feel, but not leaving anything I was not prepared to do.
I've got more couth than that.
Anyway, I don't know if this chick was just having a bad day, she was on the rag, or maybe she just hates men. Whatever the case, this gal needs a major attitude adjustment.
What I'm excited about right now is that the first season of the Wonder Woman TV show (starring the wondrous Lynda Carter) will soon be available on DVD!
I'm saving my pennies. It will be mine.
BTW, I know safeguarding your valuables is important, but no matter how you look at it, this is just revolting.
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
It's Clobberin' Time!
It seems like everyone in the state of Maryland graduated last weekend, and they ALL came to my restaurant to celebrate.
Almost every table had people in brightly colored gowns, wearing mortarboards with tassels.
Which wouldn't have been so bad had 3 or so Servers not called out for various reasons leaving us very understaffed and totally unprepared.
I just hate it when people aren't responsible.
So I'm working a double section, it's mad busy, and I look at the line and it's snaking out the front door and I would have given anything for a science fiction-y type device like a time machine or a freeze ray.
Actually I would have settled for an elephant gun.
Anyway, I got through it. I'm tired as all hell and I've got a blister on my heel, but it's all over.
I've got alot to do today, so I better get to it.
Sunday, June 06, 2004
From The Back To The Middle And Around Again
Gay Pride is coming on real soon (June 19th and 20th) and the thing that excites me the most is that Crystal Waters and Ultra Nate will be performing at the Block Party on Saturday!
I wouldn't miss it for anything.
It's kind of rainy and overcast again today. It sucks the colors out of everything.
I'm looking out the window and everything I see appears to be a dull gray, and the gloomy weather is trying it's best to take my energy away.
But I'm not going to let that bother me.
I've got the sunshine inside, and that's what matters most.
BTW, in case y'all were wondering what "Wonder Boy" stands for:
I'm working a double shift tomorrow, so it's very doubtful I'll have time to post anything, so I'll see y'all on Tuesday.
W Wacky O Overwhelming N Neglected D Dainty E Eccentric R Revolutionary B Brainy O Orderly Y Yummy
Saturday, June 05, 2004
Cannot Hide The Child Inside
My nephew (eight years old) spent the day with us, yesterday. Boy, what a handful!
(Actually, he's G.'s nephew, but he calls me "Uncle Jim" so I guess that makes him my nephew too, right?)
Kids have so much energy! Did I ever have as much energy when I was a child? I suppose I must have.
No wonder my mother was tired all the time -- I must have exhausted her.
Anyhoo, we spent some time watching Spongebob, playing "Go Fish", and reading Dr. Seuss.
Kind of what I would have done anyway except for the "Go Fish" part.
Yes, I'm a big kid.
It's raining in Baltimore right now, and I'm hoping it'll stop before I have to leave for work at 2:30.
Today's my "hump day", so if I can get through this, everything will be OK.
Friday, June 04, 2004
Choose a band or artist and answer only in SONG TITLES by that band.
I chose - Blondie
Are you female or male? Man Overboard
Describe yourself: Look Good In Blue
How do some people feel about you? (I'm Always Touched By Your) Presence, Dear
How do you feel about yourself? Happy Dog
Describe your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend: A Shark In Jet's Clothing
Describe your current boyfriend/girlfriend: Desire Brings Me Back
Describe where you want to be: Living In The Real World
How You Live: No Exit, Forgive And Forget
Describe how you love: The Tingler
How you feel right now: I'm On E
Share a few words of wisdom: Live It Up, Die Young Stay Pretty
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Make Your Bed, Then Lie In It
I stopped at the Dollar Store for dish liquid and a few other items and I noticed their latest acquisition, a big barrel of DVD's for one dollar each.
Being that they're only a buck, you just know the quality of movies these were.
They had such classics as Lassie Come Home, The Adventures of Benjie, and movies starring Sandra Bullock from the 80's that I'd never heard of before.
Real quality stuff, right?
Still, I look through them anyway, partially because I'm a glutton for punishment, but also because You Never Know.
There might have been a copy of Fantastic Planet hidden in there somewhere.
No such luck on that, but there was something called Amos Poe's Unmade Beds.
And when I looked at the cover I saw Debbie Harry was in it!
It was the only one in the bin, so I snatched it up.
I watched it last night and, let me just tell you, folks-- it wasn't really that good.
Unmade Beds is the story of Rico, a photographer with a Napoleon complex, who believes that "the camera is mightier than the gun, and film more rare than bullets".
Rico seems to spend most of his time lying around, smoking cigarettes, walking around New York in a striped shirt, scarf and sunglasses taking pictures of things, hanging out in cafes and spouting inane dialog.
Meanwhile, we watch all this unfold through grainy film, extreme close-ups of just mouths or ears, and through bizarre camera angles.
Debbie Harry is, indeed, in this movie.
Her part takes up maybe five minutes of film, and for that she should thank her lucky stars.
Compared to the rest of the awful acting, Debbie does an adequate job.
As for the plot . . .
There was a plot to this movie?
I looked for one, but I couldn't seem to find it.
If anyone can tell me what the heck this movie was about, drop me a line -- I'd love to hear it.
I know this was supposed to be an "independent" film, and that they are sometimes unconventional, but Unmade Beds makes the early John Waters movies (Eat Your Makeup, Hag In A Black Leather Jacket, Multiple Maniacs) look like Stephen Spielberg.
It's lucky I only paid a dollar for this movie, otherwise I'd be pissed.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
People Are Still Having Sex
I was chatting with my buddy Fireguy the other day and the subject somehow got around to sex, the way it always seems to do when we talk.
Fireguy: I had an Asian boy the other day. He was hot!Which made me flashback to a conversation I had with somebody else on the same topic.
Wonder Boy: Shut up! I've never had an Asian boy! I'm so envious!
FG: You could have one if you wanted to.
WB: Duh! Does the word "commitment" mean anything to you?
FG: I'm not sure. I might have to consult my Merriam-Webster.
WB: If you had to guess, how many sexual partners do you think you've had?
FG: I dunno. I'm definitely in the triple digits.
WB: I'm probably there, too. Not long ago I tried to calculate it, and my best guess was . . .
FG: I've got you beat. I'm around 300 or so. At least.
He: Doesn't it bother you a little that you've been used by so many people?Here's my take on the subject, just to clarify matters:
Me: I don't look at it that way.
He: How can you not? They were using you for sex, weren't they?
Me: Nobody was "using" anybody! It was mutual.
He: So you were using them too and that makes it okay?
Me: As I just said, I don't think of it that way. If two people are attracted to one another and they have sex, I don't see anything wrong with that. Sex isn't a "dirty" thing to me.
He: Denial isn't just a river in Egypt, you know.
As long as both parties are consenting (and old enough to consent), neither one is married or in a committed relationship, or are related to one another, contraceptives are used to prevent pregnancy and protection is used to prevent HIV (and other STDs), I don't see anything wrong with sex.
I was raised that sex outside of marriage was wrong, sinful, and unholy.
But guess what? I'm gay, so I'm going to Hell anyway, no matter what I do, so I chucked all that stuff about sex being dirty and sinful.
I had to come up with my own ideas on what's correct and proper (or improper).
If feeling this way is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Who's That Guy?
It's David Beckham, European footballer.
Doesn't he just have that "come hither" look?
And doesn't it just make you want to come hither?
Yes, yes, I know he's married to Posh Spice, but we don't have to think about that, all right?
There's no need to spoil the fantasy, OK?
You can see more photos of him here.