I think, even if that's it for February (I'm hoping we'll here from one or two more), I think that's a pretty successful first month!!!
YEA BLOG CARNIVAL!
PS Any suggestions for next month? Oh, and Jere, this is totally the first time I'm adding you as a label. Weird. I thought you'd been a label for a long time. Hrm. Sorry 'bout that.
Oh and I'm totally fuming over my class this morning, which is why I'm at school and not studying for my test in ... er ... 45 minutes.
My dad lost his job today. Of the six people that work in his architectural firm, they cut three. Despite everything he has done, he lost his job.Anyways, I've not been happy with a lot of the stuff I have been writing over there, so I've gone into kind of a writer's burnout on those posts. I haven't quite decided what I'm doing with the column.
I remember in the early 1990s, when we went through a similar situation economically and the news was dominated by the crisis daily, my mother turned to my dad at the dinner table and asked if we were secure. He responded that it would be OK and there were no worries.
It's a shockingly vivid memory that keeps coming up in my head as you hear stories of people losing their jobs in this economy.
It's funny, this many years later, and with my dad finally in a job that he truly loved, that he would now have to go through this. And it's even funnier because, despite my own financial distress, that the economic crisis finally comes home. It finally "makes sense," if you will.
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Resolution: noun. The quality of having a fixed purpose; determination or firmness.Anyways, make sure you check out the excellent content over at Rainbow Cincinnati by clicking on the picture below.
It’s nearly eight o’clock on New Year’s Eve, and I’ve decided to stay in for the evening. I could blame it on my car, which is going into the shop first thing Monday morning; it (like its owner) is in need of a few repairs. It’s drivable (though it sounds a little like Danny Zuko’s 1948 Ford before it got its Greased Lightning makeover), but I’d rather not risk getting stuck someplace on December 31st, a night when cabs are impossible to get, let alone tow trucks.
My ex (Mike) and his husband invited me to their New Year’s Eve party, and I would have gone for a little while (they really know how to entertain), but it’s a little too far for me to risk it. And though it’s incredibly sweet that my ex and I (and his partner) are all good friends, for me it would be a little sad; New Year’s Eve three years ago was, for Mike and me, the moment when I think we both realized it wasn’t going to work. Returning to the house which was never mine but which certainly was now someone else’s would be, at best, bittersweet, and I knew my celebratory party mood would be disingenuous.
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A few months ago, Vivica (drag name) called me and, with purses falling out of her mouth, she squealed, "I had sex with a straight guy!"
"Yea? When? Where is he?" I responded.
"Right here, playing Halo!"
Uh-huh.
Just this past weekend, darling Katy of Kate's Random's Musings was driving me home from our meet-up when she turned to me and asked: What percentage of straight men have sex with other men?
Do you want the official stats or personal experiences?
I'm here to tell you, ladies, it's a lot of them. And in this, your best gay girlfriend is not going to be your best friend. (click here for the full version) (click here for the QueerCincinnati column archive)
Gender.Here is my whole column set over there
My mother still has no idea what I mean when I reference gender in discussion. I don't think 3/4 of the people I talk to know what I mean by it. When I talk about "gender deviation" or "trans-identity," the impression I get from the pallid stares is that most people are picturing a drag show in their head. And, while that immediate gut reaction is valid and important - as drag is probably the most regular example of gender performance that people can relate to - it is not everything. However, the rhetoric of the gay rights movement probably rests on a better understanding of the spectrum that gender implies.
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It's been a busy summer. Starved for new things to do in the Queen City, I've ventured into some unfamiliar territory...and I have some tales to tell.
Last month a friend of mine (a not-so-single white female) took part in a lingerie show at the Lil' Bit bar down on Vine Street. I'd never been there before, so I showed up...just in time to see Allyson dancing around the bar, clad in black lacy lingerie, pimping herself out for tips. Allyson's straight, but let's face it...lesbians love cute girls in their underwear, no matter what their sexual orientation is. Some of the other girls who performed (mostly lesbians) were knockouts. Watching them bump and grind on top of the bar, I suddenly felt like I'd wandered into the movie 'Coyote Ugly', where the gals talk tough and pour some mean drinks. One particularly striking young woman caught my eye. Yes, you read that correctly. Every once in a while I find myself "intrigued by" ("attracted to" is an expression I'm not ready to commit to yet) certain women. Don't worry, guys, this boy's as gay as a Barry Manilow Christmas special; but it's nice to know that I can find other women both attractive and intriguing. Or perhaps I simply like a nice set of breasts, like everybody else. It's like looking at the Himalayas; I have no desire to climb them, but they sure do look nice.
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"When did you become a hypocrite?" Libby asked as I handed her an HRC sticker during the Northside Fourth of July Parade.And don't forget to check out Juliet's column, too, over there... a preview from her latest:
Just a few weeks before, she and I had harangued a local HRC Steering Committee member at Dayton Gay Pride about the evils of the gay empire -- the Human Rights Campaign. And now? I was promoting their event. In the matter of less than a month, I had become a hypocrite.
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Lesbian Bed Death is a term created by sex researcher, Pepper Schwartz. It’s a term that describes, what she calls, the inevitable diminishment of sexual passion in a long-term lesbian relationship. Schwartz study indicated that over time, lesbians have less sex than all other couples, no matter the sexual orientation. Most noted was the fact that there was a steep decline in sexual activity among lesbians after the first year!
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Darren has not posted since last I updated.
And don't forget to click on the img below to browse the rest of this excellent site!!!!
A lot of people ask me when I first knew I was gay. Fact is, I don't know. But what I do remember, what I can recall, is when I first realized it was Okay: It was when I met these guys. My friends.
Everyone can't be straight. Everyone can't be beautiful. Everyone can't be the same, Patrick. Some people are just gay and average. We're the strongest I think
Besides, it has a line-up of characters that you'll spend you're time going -- I know that actor. What's funny is, if you're gay, you'll spend your time going -- I know that guy.
4) The Birdcage (1996, USA) -- I just always have to watch it when its on. I also once had a client who would sit and watch it with me every time we heard it was coming on TV. I really enjoyed watching it with him. It's cute, it's funny... but it also has a lot of really special memories for me.There are two great loves in my life. Sports and Movies. I can always depend on them. They're always there for me, providing comfort, amusement and occasionally enlightenment. I've gotten far more bang for my buck from sports and movies than from any romantic relationship I've ever had (which says everything about me rather than the genuinely good men I've dated). For better or for worse I'd rather spend my nights either at home watching ESPN...or at the cineplex watching anything (well...almost anything; you still couldn't drag me to a movie starring Adam Sandler or Steven Seagal). But give me a cherry ICEE, a box of Milk Duds and a decent flick...and I'm in paradise. (full posting here)Elizabeth (newest columnist, AKA Juliet from Juliet and Juliette)
Let's get right to it, shall we?ME!!!!!! (um, you should know me by now bitches)
How many orgasims is too many? Wow, I almost said that without laughing. Of course you can never have too many orgasms! There are so many benefits to having orgasms, besides the fact that they feel good and its fun getting there!
Here are some of the benefits: (full posting here)
My car died over three months ago. Lacking any sort of financial plan, I was forced to take to the busses.And don't forget to click on the image below to follow all the excellent content over at Rainbow Cincinnati!!!!!
I became a Metro rider.
At the time -- to give you a clue of how much has changed in the last three months -- gas was expensive when it was over $3. Though the price was still high, it was still within the upper limits of my budget.
Thank god for the Metro. (full posting here)
