Seeing John McCain get off his chair and teeter towards the front of the stage as he'd start answering each question reminded me of that.

Overall I was so non-stimulated by the debate tonight I went to Fascinations afterwards and bought a dildo. I'm not making that up.

****

In an effort to offer the American people one more choice, Nanners has decided, 'Hey, if Sarah Palin can get into office sporting a flag pin and glasses, and no experience, maybe I can too!'

So, from this day forward, Nanners has dedicated himself to being your third party VP candidate. If any of the third party folks want him, he's ready for the job. He DOES have his glasses and flag pin. That's all you need, right?* 

Plus, Nanners can debate like a motherf***er!!

*Please be aware that Nanners is, in fact, pregnant with Sarah Palin's child and may soon be giving birth to the humanzee antiChrist, but that shouldn't stop him from his duties--if Palin can poorly raise five children, so can he!!

Sarah Palin Video of the Day –

A classic spoof that melds the infamous 'Miss Teen USA' viral video with the Palin-Charlie Gibson interview...classic!

Plus, one more shout out to Sara Benincasa and her awesome parody, "Sarah Palin's Vlog!" Here's another installment:

We had a brief catch up session about the weekend. She said that she thought about calling me around 2:30am on Saturday night (Sunday morning if you want to be technical). I wondered why she always wanted to call me in the AM hours. I used to think this was a sign of interest. I know better than that now. I asked her not to call me late anymore. That conversation didn't go well. I told her that she should only call late like that if there was something wrong. She didn't understand what the issue was because I had let her do it in the past. She didn't understand that anything goes when you like someone, but now that we aren't like that...

I told her that even my best of friends don't call at that hour just to chit chat...She didn't seem to care. She felt like I was punishing her because we were no longer involved on a romantic level. If you haven't figured it out yet, I haven't told her about The Baby. Why didn't I see how big her ego was? I want her to realize that it's not that serious. What we had wasn't serious enough for me to plot some kind of punishment. And if I did want to punish her, it would be something much more creative than an end to AM phone calls.

Magically, now that Den and I are no longer sweet on each other, The Last Girl sends me a new friend request on downelink.

I hate lesbians.

"we are all looking for asian women, they are very sexy and erotic. i saw aposting in the dc clist of an asian woman wanting some female loving. check it out and let me watch.

Mobile post sent by avalonfarms using Utterli.  Replies.  mp3 ]]> http://kyoske.wordpress.com/?p=243 Wed, 08 Oct 2008 02:58:42 +0000 kyoske http://kyoske.cs.wordpress.com/2008/10/07/experiment-it-can-be-sexy/ So....I hated my last two entries. I wanted to return to my first one, and flesh out a later moment in that. I ended up with this in 30 minutes.

I knew when he answered the door why I had come. He stood there shirtless, the low glow of a lamp making him have a warm glow, striking a pose that expressed a casual expectation. He knew I would show, despite the fact I didn’t agree with why he had called. He didn’t consider screwing me cheating, not if it was strictly sex. How could his boyfriend deny him this when he was 5 states away. He didn’t love me, and never made me believe he would. I was just something to be had, and then be gone. It was strange to know I was some thing to him. Not someone.

Yet I couldn’t have said no. He was irresistible to me, and he knew it. He knew that for me, tonight was something I wanted more than him. That I wanted it to be more, but would never force him to make it anything. It was fine to be a thing for him, but only him.

“Do you want a drink?” he whispered in my ear, and I blushed as his naked nipple rubbed against the cotton of my baseball shirt.

“Only if you have one too.” I squeeked out as I entered.

“I’ve already started. You're one behind.” He closed the door and sauntered into the kitchen, while I took my place on his couch.

So much had started from this exact spot. I knew because my first kiss was here, he had pressed the temple of his head against mine, I remember it hurt, but I was too nervous to move. He pressed harder, but I stared ahead at the awful movie on the television. I remember thinking it wouldn’t happen. My first kiss was not going to happen while a Martin Lawrence movie was on. That wasn’t the soundtrack I wanted. I wanted something ethereal, something that would make me float higher. He kept pressing, and then it was too much, the pain too acute, and I turned my toward him. I never saw his face, in the split second my head began to move, he grabbed me and I felt his lips touch mine. They were soft and fleshy, and not as hard as I had thought a boys lips would be. I forgot to breathe, stunned, and reeling. The soundtrack of my kiss was that movie, but I didn’t hear it. I heard the siren call I had imagined, and I was floating. With one taste of him I wanted more, but was reluctant to press him further. I froze, but he knew what to do. He traced his hands up my shoulders and moved further in. His second kiss was more aggressive, but natural, he parted my lips with his tongue and soon I did the same to him. We kissed for minutes, but it felt like hours. He straddled my waist and I felt my back rest against the large buttons on the cushions of the couch. That’s how I remembered the spot. The place that, if I laid back, the large plastic disk would slowly rub between my shoulder blades.

“So what’s new?” He asked, placing the glass in my hand. I was feeling drunk from being near him, and the straight whiskey in the glass would have my head swimming in no time. I enjoyed the idea of this seduction; the lighting of my lover, the liquor being supplied to let down my defenses, to make me choose my desire over my respect for the concept of monogamy. It was all part of his game, he wouldn’t want someone who would always choose his desires over others. He wanted to corrupt, to destroy my innocence. It was as if by tainting my morals, he could forget about what he was doing. Forget that he was the one who might lose someone he loves.

“Oh, not much. Same office, same life.” It was true. My life seemed so boring to me in front of him. It was not exciting, like this, and my life didn’t matter. He asked to avoid silence, I could tell him anything, but it wouldn’t matter unless it pertained to tonight. To my innocence, which is what he wanted, remaining in tact. The first night, when we kissed, touched, he broke away from me. He sighed, and I remember I was so scared that I had done something wrong, and as he exhaled he smiled. He told me he loved the way I smelled like soap, so clean, just like a virgin. I didn’t feel like one after that night, I had cum with him, and it was the first orgasm I’d ever had with someone else. His mouth on me, my mouth on him. It felt like it took forever, but I didn’t want to finish, I didn’t want it to stop. He’d offered me heaven that night, but I was too shy to take it with both hands. I told him I wanted to start slow, but really I just wanted him to want me again. He did, but tonight I knew I risked losing him forever. I risked it for the joy of having one full night of forbidden sexual bliss, even though he might never think of me as innocent again.

“Well, at least some things never change.” He stroked my spine and my jaw dropped. He knew this was my weakness. He had learned that when he traced his tongue down my spine that first night. I was had almost screamed with the ecstasy I was in, but he kissed me to make me quiet. His parents were home that night, but they were gone tonight. Tonight he planned to make me moan, and would expect me to be as loud as I had wanted to be that first night.

“Some things will change.” I said as I touched his chest, stroked my finger where his heart beat underneath, and looked at him in his eyes. He stared back, not cold, but not warm. He was not going to allow this final step of seduction resemble love, and he knew I would submit to lust. He kissed me, and that was the last think we said. He took me that night, like he had tried that first night, and the numerous nights between. His power of seduction had made me forget about love, and only know that this was my night with him. My night to take whatever I wanted, and so I did. I kissed him all over his body, and gripped the parts of his body that drove me wild. His chest, his shoulders, his hair. Every part of him was for me that night, and when he finally made love to me, it was wild. It was neither tender nor caring, it was like a beast who had been chained up had been set free and I was his prey. I felt like I was being devoured, ravaged, and my survival instincts kicked in. I clawed at his perfect shoulder blades, but it just made him go at me harder. I pulled him closer to my body, and I made him kiss me. Made him give me equal pleasure, and as fast as it had begun it was over. He came, as did I, and then he stood up. His body wet with sweat shined, and he looked satisfied. He was like the wolf after having eaten Little Red Riding Hood. He smiled that smile, and left the room.

I lay there, trying to make the moment linger, but without him in the room the beauty of what had transpired was over. He was more than I had ever thought he could be, and I worried I would never be able be satisfied by another man. Who could live up to that performance? Could anyone top it? Was my innocence with others having experienced this with him? I had to stop thinking. I got dressed and went into the room. He was still naked, and drinking his whiskey. I drank one more, and told him that I wanted to kiss him at least one more time. He flashed his smile, closed his eyes, and offered his lips to me. I kissed them sweetly, like I had that first night, and told myself to remember it forever.

He never called for me again, but I have never forgotten his lips.

The hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life - beyond a doubt - was to tell my family that I was gay.

Just a couple of weeks ago I was questioned about it by a family member, and of course I denied it.  One of my roommates - who is the least observant person I know - had also asked me on numerous occasions, and of course I denied it then, too.  But in the last couple of weeks, things had changed and I no longer wanted to be a liar.

So now I've told my parents and sister, and my close friends.  As far as I'm concerned, they're all that matter, and when I say they - I mean their opinions.  It's not like I'm proud to be gay (are you proud to be straight?), but I don't want the relationships that I have with these people to change.  But I know this isn't up to me.

I'm going to change, but only in a small way.  I don't want anyone to worry, because the only thing that's going to change is my openness about my sexuality; my personality is still the same.  I'm not going to suddenly stop drinking beer or eating beef jerky, or stop liking fishing.  That stuff is the real me.  Checking out girls?  Not so much.  So it will be an adjustment, but hopefully not a big deal.

I guess I have to understand that others might take a while to adjust, but hey - that's not my problem, is it?

Cheers,

Doctor007.

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Ang Environment ng Gay Cinema

Sa pagpasok ng 2000, nawala ang mga pelikula na sa huling mga 30 taon ay bumuhay sa pelikulang Filipino. Kung sa dami ng bilang ang pag-uusapan, ang mga pelikulang sexy, sa partikulang ang tt (titillating) films, ang huling permutasyon ng bomba film na unang lumabas sa huling bahagi ng dekada 60, ang namayagpag.

Tinatayang pinakamataas sa 60 porsyento ng mga pelikulang lumabas sa panahon bago mag-2000 ay galing sa genreng bomba. Bomba ang tawag sa pelikulang soft-porn, namumutiktik sa heterosexual sex scenes, at karamihan ay misogynist ang pananaw sa objektifikasyon ng bidang babae. Mura ang produksyon ng pelikulang bomba at mas malaki ang tsansang bumalik ang investment, at dagdag na kita.

Gayunpaman, marami sa pelikulang bomba ang bumuo ng lehitimasyon ng “second golden age” ng Philipppine cinema: Pinakamagandang Babae sa Balat ng Lupa, Virgin Forest, Scorpio Nights, Macho Dancer, at Private Show, bilang ilang halimbawa. May dalawang dahilan kung bakit nawala ang genre ng bomba film, at naluwal ang kakaibang supling nito.

Una, ang mas direktang polisiya ng ShoeMart (SM) cinema complexes, na may hawak ng mayorya ng kasalukuyang bilang ng sinehan sa bansa, na magpalabas lamang ng “wholesome family entertainment” na pelikula. Hindi na pwede ang R-18 na pelikula na siyang kinabibilangan ng maraming bomba film. Maipapalabas na lamang ito sa mas limitadong bilang ng sinehan na stand-alone, na mabilisang naglalaho na, at kalabang cinema complexes ng SM.

Ikalawa, ang hindi direktang polisiya ni Gloria Arroyo na magpalabas ng nagmamalinis na imahen ng kanyang rehimen: natural family planning method ang tampok na reproductive health policy, ang rubberstamping (a la Marcos) ng Korte Suprema at Kongreso sa pagkahon ng mga anomalya bilang lehitimong kalakarang pambansa, at sa pelikula at telebisyon, ang mas maigting na sensura sa politika, na sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon ay nagba-ban (X-rating) di lamang ng pelikulang bomba at kalaswaan sa TV, kundi maging ng mga politikal na pelikula.

Hindi naman nawala ang pelikulang bomba. Natransforma ito sa ibang representasyon ng sex at sexualidad. Nanatili na lamang sa laylayan ang heterosexual na pelikulang bomba. Ang pinakahuli ay Torotot (2008) ni Mario J. Delos Reyes na bagamat heterosexual ang diin ay tampok ang queer na mga elemento: mga nagtataksil na babae na pinapatay at kinukulong, mga lalakeng nakakatakas sa krimen at nagspa-spa imbis na mag-beerhouse kapag nastre-stress. Ang namayagag sa kasalukuyang panahon ay ang pagpasok sa era ng gay cinema.

Sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon, stand-alone na ang gay cinema. Nagsimula ito sa investment ng malalaking studios sa gay cinema. Viva ang naglabas ng mga Hot Men series at Provoq, at ang Star Cinema ay ang mga maykayang macho na dokyu. Kahit ang mga ito ay mga instruksyonal na video ukol sa pagkalalake at pagmasahe, ang pangunahing tinarget ng mga video ay ang pink market. Nailangkap ang gay-ness sa pamilihan, sa kapitalismong kinatatampukan ng kanilang “inherikong” katangian: over-achiever, independent, surplus income, spending na nakatuon sa lifestyle, at iba pa.

Sa kalaunan ay naglipana rin ang mga produksyon ng non-studio at quasi-independent production houses. May nakita akong instructional at dokyu video ukol sa macho dancers. Si Chris Pablo ang sustenidong auteur ng unapologetic na gay cinema na hayag ang sexual na pagnanasa. Bawat festival, tulad ng Cinemalaya, ay may “gay” offering. Sa unang Cinemalaya Independent Film Festival, ang nagwagi ang ang coming-of-age na Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Olivares.

Pakantyaw kong tinanong si Francis Pasion, direktor ng Jay sa 2008 Cinemalaya, kung “gay film” ba ang kanyang pelikula, kung ito ba ang gay film para sa festival. Hindi ito natuwa sa tanong ko, binalik niya ang tanong, “Ano ba ang gay film?” At naisip ko kung meron pa ba itong ibang definisyon? Hindi naman ito tulad ng women's cinema na may liberal na demokratikong panuntunan--“films by women, of women, for women.”

Ang gay film ay mas hayag ang sexualidad ng pagkakaiba. Ginawa para mag-titillate ng gay audience. Ang formula: isang bading, at least isang gwapong lalake, parehong magkaiba ang background, magtatagpo, magtatalik, magkakaproblema, magkakaroon ng kadalasan ay trahedyang resolusyon, at “the end.” Reverse na heterosexual na bomba film. Matingkad ang exploitative na elemento.

Halos makadalawang linggo ay mayroong indie gay film na nagpre-premiere sa Cine Adarna ng UP at pinapalabas sa Robinson's Galleria. Bagamat ganito, karamihan pa rin ng gay film ay sumusunod pa rin sa ideolohiya ng naunang pelikulang bomba: morality batay sa mannichean dialectics. Pinaparusahan ang bading dahil sa pagiging bading na sabjek, na ang ibig sabihin ay lumabag siya sa paglampas sa pagkakahon sa kanya—ang pagiging hayag ng kanyang sexual na pagnanasa.

Ideolohiya rin ng pisikalidad ng pelikulang bomba ang namamayagpag sa gay cinema. Kung sa pelikulang bomba, ang bombshell na babaeng bida ang ginagahasa, naliligo sa outdoor na banyo, napipilitang magsayaw sa bar, niloloko ng asawa kaya naghahanap ng iba, at iba pa, ang bata at maskuladong lalake sa gay film ang dumadanas nito. Nakasentro ang mga pangyayari sa kanilang magandang katawan na siyang nagiging reseptakulo ng moral na retribution sa klimaktikong bahagi ng pelikula.

Ang sentralidad ng katawan ng bidang lalake sa gay film ang siyang nagtutulak sa obhektifikasyon nito. Karnehan galore, kumbaga, lalo pa ang filter para sa imahen at imahinasyon ng bading na pagkalalake ay sa pamamagitan ng lalakeng aktor na ang identifikasyon, sa labas at maging sa loob ng pelikula, ay heterosexual. Katawan itong sexual—bata at maskulado—at kung gayon, nakapakete sa recognizable na brand, at kung gayon, lantarang identifikasyon at obhektifikasyon sa gay profile ng mismong manonood: maykaya, “Malate gay” na straight-acting, at anti-effeminate na bading na ang identifikasyon ay sinaunang maykapangyarihan (couturier, mama-san sa gay bar) o underclass (parlorista).

Hindi naman ito nakakagulat dahil sa pamamagitan ng heterosexual na maskuladong lalake muling nabibigyan-pribilehiyo ang historikal na katawang entidad sa diskurso ng gay sa bansa. Sa naunang panahon, ang identikasyon ng bading na desire ay sa batang heterosexual na lalake. Sa kasalukuyang panahon, ito ay natransforma sa bata hanggang batang matandang straight at straght-acting na lalake, pero gayunpaman, maskulado o pagkalalake pa rin, kahit hindi lantad at performatibo na lamang ang heterosexualidad.

Mayroon parating disjuncture sa gay film. Una, madalas sa madalang, hindi nagkakatuluyan ang desire sa kanyang objek. Hindi nagkakatuluyan ang desire ng hayagang bading sa heterosexual na lalakeng objek. Ikalawa, ang moral retribution sa pagiging hayagan ng pagnanasa—tulad sa babae sa bomba film—ay lampas-lampasan naman sa panlipunang problema at kondisyong kinasadlakan ng bading sa gay cinema.

Kaya madalas din sa madalang, hindi happy ending ang bading. Ano ang sinasabi nito? Kahit pa tematiko ang gay cinema, nakapaloob pa rin ito sa mas malaking genre, tulad ng genreng bomba, sa melodrama. Kung melodrama ito, babae ang bida, at ang feminine ang balon ng domestiko at panlipunang anxiedad, at kung gayon, ang reafirmasyon ng feminine bilang mas mababa sa patriyarka ang magiging resolusyon ng anxiedad. Na kahit pa straight-acting ang objek ng desire, feminine naman ang ethos na gumagabay sa paglalantad ng diskurso sa melodrama ng gay cinema.

Inaapi dahil bading, pinaparusahan dahil nagiging lantad ang kabandingan. Na sa huli, ang mannichean dialectics ay nagpaparusa sa kalabisan. Ang kabadingan ay kalabisan na dapat ipulisya kaya pinaparusahan. At dahil ang kaparusahan ay lampas-lampasan sa aktwal na filmikong realidad, ang afinidad ng subgenre ng melodrama ng gay cinema ay horror movie.

Sa horror movie, grotesque ang patayan, lalo na ang destruksyon ng pangunahing buhay, ang objek ng horror, kahit pa sa pelikula ay hindi naman sukdulan ang pagkalaho. Na kahit na napalaho, parating may pangamba na nagpapatuloy pa rin ang terror. Deviant kasi ang turing pa rin sa bading sa gay film, at kung ganito, deviance ang pagiging bading at paguring sa gay life-choice.

Ang pagparusa sa bading ay reinforcement ng tama at mali sa lipunan. Kinakahon sa huli ang bading dahil sa una pa man ay hindi lubos na katanggap-tanggap ang kanyang presensya. May pelikulang bading na namamatay ito sa huli, pinapatay, ginagawang self-referensyal na lamang sa di-bading na aktor at pelikula (tulad sa Jay), at iba pa.

Ang tawag sa self at kolektibong hatred at galit sa babae ay misogynist. Ang ginagawa sa gay film ay ilantad ang bawal (pagiging gay), sukdulang pamamayagpagin sa kabuuan ng pelikula, pero sa huling bahagi ay sukdulan ding ikahon. Hindi ba't misogynista rin ang turing sa gay at gay-ness sa gay film?

Tulad sa bomba film, fino-foreground ang sexualidad ng kabadingan sa gay film. At tulad pa rin sa bomba film, fino-foreclose din ang display ng sexualidad. Ang pagbasa ng radical potential ay sa labisang pamamayagpag ng display ng sexualidad, kaya nga may afinidad ang bomba sa gay film, o sa mas precise, gay cinema ang panibagong permutation at continuum ng bomba film.

Pinupulisya ang gay character sa pamamagitan ng pagkahon sa labis na display ng sexualidad sa usaping internal lamang—domestiko sa heterosexual na pelikula. Pero kahit sa bomba film, dahil nag-trespass ang babae sa ipinagbabawal, hindi na ito makakabalik maging sa lugar na laan sa kanya, ang domestikong espasyo. Sa huli, ang paglabag nila ang siyang magtatakda ng kaparusahang di na sila kailanman makakabalik sa loob.

Sa gay character, sa simula pa lamang ay itinakda na na ni hindi siya angkop sa domestikong espasyo. Walang role model ang lipunan ng mga masasayang relasyon ng bading couple. Masasaya, at ang korolaryo nito, o malulungkot lamang ang mga bading. Kaya ang internal na usapin ng kabadingan ay sinasabing panloob ng indibidwal lamang. Hindi ito mailalabas dahil kapag nagawa ito, naging rasyonal at batayan para ito itatwa—hindi tanggapin sa loob at labas ng sarili.

Ang internalisasyon ng tensyon ng kabadingan ay ugma sa relasyon ng mamamayan kondisyon ng posibilidad kay Arroyo—hindi angkop na ilabas ang indibidwal na anxiedad kaya kailangang ipailanlang ito sa panloob ng indibidwal, humanap ng sariling resolusyong di makakabagabag sa iba, lalo na sa awtoridad, at sa puntong ito, ang establisyimento at rehimen ni Arroyo.

Maaring mamayagpag sa internal na envrironment ang mga nire-repress, pero hindi maaring ibuyanyang sa publikong spero. Kung ibuyanyang, mayroong self-reflexivity na gamit ang filter ng heterosexualidad na pagkalalake, at kung magpakaganito, may tasitong agreement na maeetsapwera ang feminine at maging maskulinisadong bading. Samakatuwid, pwedeng magnasa ng mas magandang buhay pero di pwedeng ilabas sa publikong spero, kailangan nakakawing sa kondisyon ng posibilidad, kung bakit patuloy na makakapamayani si Arroyo imbis na maudlot ang ehersisyo ng kapangyarihan nito.

Self-policing, self-censorship ng creativity, self-censorship ng mga journalist para manatiling buhay, at self-flagellation kahit hindi semana santa. Pwede pero hindi talaga pwede, hindi talaga pwede pero pwedeng ipwede paminsan-minsan, at kung ganito, pwede-pwede na. Kung hindi sasanga ang gay film sa ibang direksyon, isang maniobra lamang ng negosyo at gobyerno, maglalaho ito parang bula gaya ng miminsanang bisibilidad ng heterosexual na bomba film.

Ni ang sariling pink market nito, at ang nakikitang oasis ng overseas gay market na mahilig sa exotikong kabadingan ng Third Worldly-ness, ang hindi na rin makakasapat. Ang politikal na sexualidad ng kabadingan ang daan para makausad lampas sa exploitative na antas ng gay cinema. Politikal, ibig sabihin, transformatibo sa sarili at lipunan. Politikal, ibig sabihin, may pagtanaw sa mas egalitaryong hinaharap lampas sa mismong ibinubuyanyang ng sexualidad at kabadingan.

Good morning to all my readers.  I was just published this article of mine only now, because I have to survey some gays which I knew here in our country.  I hope you didn’t get bored in waiting the sequel of my previous article.  Let me start now because I know many of you are eager to know more on this topic.  Specially to those gays around there….. J

Swardspeak (or "gay lingo") is a vernacular language derived from Englog and is used by a number of gay Filipinos. It uses elements from Tagalog, English and Spanish and some are from Nippongo, as well as celebrities' names and trademark brands, giving them new meanings in the context of this unique language. A unique trait of swardspeak is that it immediately identifies the speaker as homosexual, making it easy for people of that orientation to signal to each other in a place where such tendencies are not easy to display (ie in the Philippines). This creates an exclusive world among its speakers and helps them to resist cultural assimilation.

By using swardspeak, Filipino gay men are able to resist the dominant culture of their area and create a space of their own. The language is constantly changing, with old phrases becoming obsolete and new phrases frequently entering everyday usage, reflecting changes in their culture and also maintaining exclusivity. The dynamic nature of the language refuses to cement itself in single culture and allows for more freedom in expression among its speakers. Words and phrases can be created out of reaction to popular trends and create alternatives to a strictly defined lifestyle. By these characteristics, swardspeak creates a dissident group without any ties to geographical, linguistic, or cultural restrictions, allowing its speakers to shape the language as appropriate to the times. In this way, the language is "mobile", and is simultaneously part of a larger community but also open to more specific or local meanings.

horario: 19:30 ACCIONGAY (Toesca 2315) Metro Republica, queda casi en la esquina de republica, como a 6 cuadras del metro (hasta llegar a Toesca)

Si esta interesado solo tiene que asistir, por favor difundan la información

PD: Extraido de la información mandada a mi correo, por el Coordinador de Gays Positivos AccionGay

Here they are live on the Craig Ferguson show...

I can totally understand why my friend has a thing for the cute bass player ;)

ETA: WTF was the cute bass player in the first vid? :(

around the back of the room are people on cellphones calling voters. This room has been busy every time I've been down here. They can always use more help though and if you want to come down and give it a whirl they'll even give you a script (you don't need to know what to say) I hope you know by now that it takes all of us to bring about the change we so desperately need. Did you see the DOW today? We all must do more than just vote.

Stacy Beyer is about to sing I'll be back....

She just sang her song YES WE CAN!

This another singer...Keith Floyd

The DJ, Robert Luke is playing music at the moment and I can tell he really really likes his job. I really really like the music choices. Toe tappin' going on here. Like the hat too...one of his other jobs tonight has been to try and quiet the crowd during the debate so we could hear everything. This was not always an easy job. "Ok folks...settle down..."

I can't overstate the excitement in the room. People came tonight to watch history but I think we all could feel a sense that we were part of it too. The momentum of Obama's campaign is so inspiring. We have really been through it all these last 8 years. People are fed up. I'm not so sure Tennessee is going to be a "red" state in November. I hope everyone takes advantage of early voting October 15th - 30th because on November 4th I think the polls are going to be very very long lines.

Nick Wells, state field director for Obama's Tennessee campaign said that if the election were to be tonight not only would Obama win, he would pick up 8 "red states' that went to Bush in 2000 & 2004.

Needless to say, his "good news" went over pretty well...

Ms. Thompson (I think her name is Felisha) sorry I didn't get that...she introduced folks and kept things rolling along befor the debate. I was there from 6p on and they had music & speakers right up to debate time.

Everyone took their seats as it was almost 8pm. The big screen up front was turned on and the lights dimmed. For me it was a matter of one more formality before he is sworn in. My mind is made up and has been for a long time. So is just about everyone I know. I turn on the TV and all I hear about is undecided voters. I can't think of any that I know. I a decided voter. I've decided I want Obama to be the next President for one simple reason. He's the most qualified.

Group shot of some of the Knights helping Braelyan, who took this shot, (thank you so much!!!)

Just what is the attraction to the World of Warcraft? Why are not only kids but now even adults by the tens of thousands spurning their traditional daily diversions and diving into hours of obsessive computerized role-play, compliments of Blizzard Entertainment?

I pondered this question, perhaps, one to many times. Indeed, I fell headlong into a world where a gnome mage is special among the races because he can teleport others around this imaginary magical world and even more special if he learns to “spec-out” his talent points just right to become a true “frosty”. I became a frosty by level 50 and added some arcane talent for good measure. A person not into killing can be well honored for becoming a priest or shaman with awesome healing abilities. If you just want to pound on things and watch them bleed, they have you covered there as well in so many ways!

Chat is a huge part of the game and when you join a guild and rise through its ranks to become an officer, you get a sense of purpose and responsibility that makes the game very real. In fact, certain aspects of the World of Warcraft are very real life indeed.

Our guild master a 17 year old high school senior works together with a thirty something professional mom, 50ish professional wife, and an awesome computer helpdesk guru to help along and mentor the “younger” set in our particular guild. Myself as a 41 year old police lieutenant and a thirteen year old boy named Driud are also officers in the guild.

Within guild chat is an amazing social environment where everyone learns and teaches and love and tolerance is the code. Crude language is more quickly shouted down in guild chat by the younger (age) members than by us old folks.

Some families in the Knights of Cydonia have two generations in the guild and I’m working on making it three with an invitation to my dad who is an old school computer RPG’er. Many of us have made friends through MySpace as well. This certainly rounds out the real world theme and enriches our lives overall.
So there’s the attraction. I’ll be back “in world” after I post this. Look for me in the Bloodhoof realm. My name is Queerleo.

That being said...

Within my own family there's quite a dividing line when it comes to political perspectives, beliefs and opinions.  I'm a Democrat.  I'm pretty liberal.  I believe very strongly that my religious beliefs should not come into play in my politics.  On the other hand Vengeful Mother and to a somewhat lesser degree CPA Sis are both conservative Republicans who think that their morals should dictate their politics.  The concept of Separation of Church and State is foreign to them.  But let's be honest.  Separation of Church and State is foreign to most Republicans.

Right now, in my home state of California, there is considerable debate and controversy over Proposition 8, the Eliminates Right of Same-Sex Couples to Marry Act. As a gay man who has never wanted to live the stereotypical promiscuous gay lifestyle, but rather find one man to settle down with and share my life, I pray that Proposition 8 fails, that same-sex marriage remains legal in California, and more importantly that it spreads to the rest of the country.  Republicans however, are latching onto this issue as if it will make or break the stability of the nation.  Because after all, how people live their personal lives in the privacy of their own homes is going to cause either the proliferation of this nations financial and moral value, or the utter and complete collapse, based on whether they are allowed to be legally married.

From what I can tell, a great portion of the Republican political platform centers around religion and morals.  As I've said, I'm not a political expert, but this seems like the polar opposite of "Separation of Church and State."  This sounds to me like Church run State...

Hmmm...  Church run State...  What is it that the words call to mind...  Ah.  I've got it.  THE CHURCH OF ENGLAND!!! It's been a good many years since I graduated from high school, and even longer since I studied this period in American History, but I do believe the purpose behind the American Revolution, in the first place, was to avoid being persecuted over religious beliefs.  To live in a country that allowed religious freedom and that separated the business of government from the morals of personal existence.

Republicans (and Vengeful Mother) like to argue that this nation was founded on Christian Values, and they're not wrong.  But this nation was founded on a whole lot more than that.  It was founded on personal liberties, equality, and justice for all.  Justice FOR ALL.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

I know that it would make me very HAPPY to be able to fall in love and marry the man of my dreams.  To be able to live a happy LIFE free of the persecution and judgment of Conservative Republicans and Christians in general who feel they have the right to treat me differently, just because the person I love happens to have the same genitalia as I.  To be able to experience and enjoy all the personal LIBERTY that our forefathers intended for "We the People."

In the last eight years, Georgie Boy has been so focused on forcibly installing democracy around the world (You will be free whether you like it or not!), and defining morals for our nation (Marriage shall be defined as being between one man and one woman.) that he's forgotten to be the President.  He's allowed the oil industry to rape our nation financially while making zero effort to solve the problem ('cause he's making just as much money as the next oil magnate) and he's destroyed the progress that was made toward reducing the national deficit by spending American tax dollars on a war that no one wants, and most recently by "bailing out" an economic downturn that resulted from poor over-site of the banking industry in the first place.  And as we've seen in the last 72 hours, that "bail-out" has done not one lick of good.

During his eight years in office, President Clinton, managed to reduce, by nearly a third, the damage done to our national debt by Presidents Regan and Bush Sr.  And in the following eight years, President Bush Jr. completely undid every bit of that progress.  And he still has four months.  How much more damage will he do?

So the question is, given the track record of our presidents over the last 28 years do we really want another Republican President who will continue to run this country's finances into the ground and will continue with a war that serves no purpose, and will work to deny the basic human rights of an entire segment of our population, or do we want a president who will work to end this war, and repair the economic failures brought upon us by the current administration?  I wish I could argue that he'd also work to provide the freedoms and equality that we deserve, but he's made no such promises.  At least we can be assured he won't work so hard to take them away.

I don't know that either of the options that have been presented to us are particularly ideal.  We need a president and other government leaders who remember what this country was all about and who will work hard for justice and equality for all, and leave it up to us to decide what is morally or ethically right.

Or, if we want to return to the ways of our ancestors...

Well, maybe we could petition the queen to take us back...  Those Princely boys are none to shabby to look at after all.

O tio saia e o deixava em casa, cuidando de suas coisas.

O menino ficava com o lap top do tio, fazendo planilha, pagando contas e outras coisas.

Um dia, ao ligar o computador ZZZZRRRUUUMMM e abriu-se um Cd de fotos!

Fotos de homens nus. Fazendo amor! Beijando-se, abraçando-se e fazendo tudo aquilo que a gente faz quando faz amor ué! Qual o problema.

Nenhum se naquelas fotos não estivessem o tio dele com o padrinho dele! 

Os dois casados, cada um com uma mulher diferente. Pais de família exemplares. Um tem 3 filhos e o outro 1.

O rapaz achou tudo aquilo bizarro e ao chegar em casa falou com a mãe, que lhe deixou tudo muito claro: querido, seu pai e seu padrinho estão juntos há 25 anos!  Casaram-se com mulheres só para terem filhos!!!

Passados alguns anos as duas mulheres descobriram que os maridos eram gays e separaram-se deles.

Hoje os dois, tio e padrinho, moram juntos. 

E assim, o rapaz descobriu que o tio era Gay!!!

 two gay boys having anal sex

For instance, if a gay person, who is working hard to legalize same-sex marriage in their state, votes for McCain or Obama, then you'd have to stand back and ask why? Why would that person vote for someone clearly not on the same page as themselves? Perhaps they feel they have a limited choice of either Republican or Democrat. FYI: Florida will have 13 presidential candidates on the ballot Nov. 4th.

This not only is inaccurate; I argue that this thought process is the root of a serious crack in our government system. It is what keeps the two party system in power -- even when they work against the very people that put them in power. Sure there are many arguments to vote for either Obama or McCain, however they all lack one key ingredient -- reason. One will say, "Oh, I agree with that other candidate, but he can't win, so I'm going to vote for the Democrat or Republican." Another may say, "I never hear about that candidate on the news so I'm not going to vote for him." Etc., Etc., Etc...the list of excuses is endless.

At the end of the day, you are the one that has to live with your vote for President of the United States. Are you going to vote your conscience or vote for who's popular? Have you even researched the candidates fully, or are you going to let the media decide for you? Have you really thought through your decision? If you have answered "no" to any of the previous questions, then you owe it not only to yourself, but to the Nation to fully investigate the candidates that will be on the ballot.

If you're a Republican, and you vote straight down the ballot for all Republicans, you have done yourself a disservice and frankly, show a lack of interest and knowledge. Perhaps your candidates are the best choices and most in line with your values, however perhaps they are not. You will not know until you check out the other candidates.

So, back to the gay individual choosing Obama on November 4th: this is a tragic mistake because Obama does not and will not support gay marriage. Even the Democratic Party & Republican Party do not support same-sex marriage.

Who does? Believe it or not the Libertarian Party and Bob Barr do -- I know it's a shocker but, look here:  http://www.advocate.com/news_detail_ektid54947.asp

Actually, we believe you shouldn't have to run to the government asking permission to marry in the first place. But, for so long as we are, we don't feel it should be discriminatory.

Only the Libertarian Party fully supports GLBT rights, while the Democratic and the Republican parites continually work against the GLBT community. Sure, they give in with a small crumb here and a small crumb there; however, that is just wrong! Either you are or are not in the camp of non-discriminatory reason.  That's like the Clinton "Don't ask, Don't tell" BS. I mean what is that? A slap in the face to the GLBT community; but, yet they continue to come out in droves for the Democrats.

Similarly, the conservative Republican voting for McCain is beyond any sense of reason. No matter how the Republican Party attempts to re-package McCain, there is no way to consider him a conservative.

Ladies and gentlemen, I submit to you it is time to join a political party that is completely in line with your values and no longer settle for the status quo of the two larger parties.

Make a statement this November 4th by not only joining the Libertarian Party, but also vote for Bob Barr!

Bob Barr:  http://www.bobbarr2008.com

Libertarian Party: http://www.lp.org

Peguei do Haznos.

For those of you that don't know what Prop 8 is, it's a proposition, that if accepted, will make marriage for gay people illegal in California. Don't let douchebags take away queer people's rights.

"Likely California voters overall now favor passage of Proposition 8 by a five-point margin, 47 percent to 42 percent. Ironically, a CBS 5 poll eleven days prior found a five-point margin in favor of the measure's opponents."

Ah yes, so how do you help? Follow the first link, and at the bottom of the page there are links there so you can donate to keep organisations who are working to keep Prop 8 away from ever being made into a law up and running.