sources:
Sunnyway's blog http://americanpopboy.blogspot.com/?zx=f52134d3d7f11110
paldede's flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/7733218@N06/
beauty surrounds blog http://fancyblokes.nibblebit.com/
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
What if a bunch of fags could talk to god?
I found this neat post at: http://www.breaktheillusion.com/
If you could ask g*d 1 question, what would it be. And there were tons of responses. A lot of them dealt with why there is so much pain and suffering. Is he even there and why s/he isn't more visible.
You could tell from some responses that there are some queers with strong belief in GOD. Mostly xtian. Some doubters.
My question is why is faith in an intangible higher power still so necessary to so many. Why belief? And what would the world really look like without it. After centuries without it, where it was taken for granted that it was an ignorant lifestyle from a backward time.
Of course, I have my own ideas as to why faith is important. What hinders humans from moving on. But that's for a later post.
If you could ask g*d 1 question, what would it be. And there were tons of responses. A lot of them dealt with why there is so much pain and suffering. Is he even there and why s/he isn't more visible.
You could tell from some responses that there are some queers with strong belief in GOD. Mostly xtian. Some doubters.
My question is why is faith in an intangible higher power still so necessary to so many. Why belief? And what would the world really look like without it. After centuries without it, where it was taken for granted that it was an ignorant lifestyle from a backward time.
Of course, I have my own ideas as to why faith is important. What hinders humans from moving on. But that's for a later post.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
that's not right
MY LIVING WILL
Last night my sister and I were sitting in the den and I said to her, "I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle to keep me alive. That would be no quality of life at all, If that ever happens, just pull the plug." So she got up, unplugged the computer, and threw out my wine. She's such a b----.
got this funny in an email from my electronics illiterate friend.
Last night my sister and I were sitting in the den and I said to her, "I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle to keep me alive. That would be no quality of life at all, If that ever happens, just pull the plug." So she got up, unplugged the computer, and threw out my wine. She's such a b----.got this funny in an email from my electronics illiterate friend.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Why Atheist?
An old friend of mine, that I hadn't spoken to for years, asked my why I became an Atheist and I wouldn't tell her.
This offended her, and she pressed me. She comes from a strong Xtian background (the main reason I allowed our contact to wain). I got the impression that she was genuinely currious, and not just trying to re-convert me.
So, why wouldn't I tell her? Because I did not want to succeed in proving my point of view. I did not want to steal her comfort from her, because her faith had seen her through some really hard times.
I hope she understands.
This offended her, and she pressed me. She comes from a strong Xtian background (the main reason I allowed our contact to wain). I got the impression that she was genuinely currious, and not just trying to re-convert me.
So, why wouldn't I tell her? Because I did not want to succeed in proving my point of view. I did not want to steal her comfort from her, because her faith had seen her through some really hard times.
I hope she understands.
you shouldn't blog when
you are tired. You don't think "straight", :)
And I can be way too heavy. Sometimes I think too much.
Time for a shower and some Uncle Walt!
After some more coffee!
And I can be way too heavy. Sometimes I think too much.
Time for a shower and some Uncle Walt!
After some more coffee!
Gay Peter Pan
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Almost all of us, myself included, like looking at the youthful bodies of handsome young men: they are aesthetically beautiful, like living works of art. But what about the beauty of 40-year-old men, 50-year-old men…even 60- and 70-year-old men? Youth is a wonderful thing, but all too often it’s used to sell us things we really don’t need and, if unexamined, can destroy our self-esteem if we don’t fit the picture of Youthful Gay Perfection. There’s nothing wrong with finding young guys attractive, but if it prevents us from hooking up with someone hot, handsome and around our own age – someone who could potentially be a good boyfriend/lover/long term partner – than this Peter Pan side of ourselves is not really our friend, after all. He’s the face of self-sabotage.
I guess I have to begrudgingly admit that there is an element of truth to all the paranoid pedo-haters out there. Taken in the context, of course, that they go WAY overboard!
Almost all of us, myself included, like looking at the youthful bodies of handsome young men: they are aesthetically beautiful, like living works of art. But what about the beauty of 40-year-old men, 50-year-old men…even 60- and 70-year-old men? Youth is a wonderful thing, but all too often it’s used to sell us things we really don’t need and, if unexamined, can destroy our self-esteem if we don’t fit the picture of Youthful Gay Perfection. There’s nothing wrong with finding young guys attractive, but if it prevents us from hooking up with someone hot, handsome and around our own age – someone who could potentially be a good boyfriend/lover/long term partner – than this Peter Pan side of ourselves is not really our friend, after all. He’s the face of self-sabotage.
I guess I have to begrudgingly admit that there is an element of truth to all the paranoid pedo-haters out there. Taken in the context, of course, that they go WAY overboard!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Uncle Walt
One of the reasons that I enjoyed "Royal Republic", "Inkplume", and unclesyd's stuff is that he is also a fan of Walt Whittman. That stubborn, gay blade of our civil war era. And back when I put aside the Xtian book of lies, Leaves of Grass rose up to replace it.
Now, I don't have it memorized, so you would be disappointed if you tried to swap favorite lines with me. But what I do know is that Uncle Walt found beauty in the everyday, working male; regardless of age or skin color. Some very powerful stuff about one guy worshiping other guys, in addition to nature, and just being alive.
Uncle Walt would definitly find the boy in the previous post worthy of prose! But he loved men of all ages. Respected their form, their person.
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links for some of these: http://www.flickr.com/photos/15474798@N04/
Ho Hummm
Kinda slow 'round the blogosphere and at home. Worked all weekend and screwed up my sleep schedule, sort of. Am considering some big changes, man it's time.
I spent the last 9yrs as a live-in caregiver for my friend and his mom. Met them just after coming out, and my divorce a while before that. Then, I was working literally 7 days a week to pay child support, rent and a car payment. So I moved into a tiny room of their house. A couple years after that ended, ran into them shopping and found out his Mom had a really prolonged type of Alzheimer's. She was going to an adult day program so she wouldn't be left alone while he worked, but it was costing him oodles. So I moved back with them, into their new house.
Taking care of her became full time shortly after. Child support worked out that my daughter came to stay in the house with me while she finished high school . . . no more child support. And the house is big enough, that I took in a second disabled adult as foster care. I took care of both the senior adults until they passed away last year. My daughter got married and moved out shortly before that.
But, I've been totally out of circulation all that time. Taking care of everyone else but me! And, now that I am free of obligations, free to get back out there in a real job, the economy tanks! Nobody is hiring for @#$! I've been scraping by, taking in temporary clients, for a few days or a week at a time, while their usual caregivers go on vacation or take a break. It's kept my meager bills paid, but that's it. And I am getting very discouraged, impatient, and just plain cranky.
I spent the last 9yrs as a live-in caregiver for my friend and his mom. Met them just after coming out, and my divorce a while before that. Then, I was working literally 7 days a week to pay child support, rent and a car payment. So I moved into a tiny room of their house. A couple years after that ended, ran into them shopping and found out his Mom had a really prolonged type of Alzheimer's. She was going to an adult day program so she wouldn't be left alone while he worked, but it was costing him oodles. So I moved back with them, into their new house.
Taking care of her became full time shortly after. Child support worked out that my daughter came to stay in the house with me while she finished high school . . . no more child support. And the house is big enough, that I took in a second disabled adult as foster care. I took care of both the senior adults until they passed away last year. My daughter got married and moved out shortly before that.
But, I've been totally out of circulation all that time. Taking care of everyone else but me! And, now that I am free of obligations, free to get back out there in a real job, the economy tanks! Nobody is hiring for @#$! I've been scraping by, taking in temporary clients, for a few days or a week at a time, while their usual caregivers go on vacation or take a break. It's kept my meager bills paid, but that's it. And I am getting very discouraged, impatient, and just plain cranky.
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