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New Year’s Eve Interesting Reads

01. USAToday.com: Marco R. della Cava:
‘Pop Goes Our Culture’
02. The New York Times: Michael Wilson:
‘To Viewers and Police, Jerry Orbach Was Briscoe’
03. The New York Times: Stephen Holden:
‘First-Rate Acting in Secondary Roles’
04. MIT Technology Review: John Battelle:
‘A New Idea For Publishing’
05. The Washington Post: Dana Milbank:
‘Lowering the Bar for Government Ethics?’
06. The New York Times: Robert Pear:
‘Social Security Underestimates Future Life Spans, Critics Say’
07. The New York Times: Glen Justice:
‘Price of Bush Inauguration Party Is Too Rich for Some’

A MOVIE NUT’S PLANNER 01-04/2005
(*all dates subject to last minute change by studios; current as of 01/01/05)

01.14.05
‘Elektra’ (20th Century Fox)
‘In Good Company’ (Universal)

01.19.05
‘Assault on Precinct 13′ (Focus Features)

02.11.05
‘Hitch’ (Sony)
‘Bride & Prejudice’ (Miramax)

02.18.05
‘Constantine’ (Warner Bros.)

03.04.05
‘Be Cool’ (MGM)
‘In My Country’ (Sony Pictures Classics)

03.11.05
‘Dot The I’s’ (Innovation Film Group)
‘Hostage’ (Miramax)
‘Robots’ (2oth Century Fox)

03.18.05
‘The Ring 2′ (DreamWorks)

03.25.05
‘Sahara’ (Paramount)
‘D.E.B.S’ (IDP Films)
‘Guess Who’ (Sony)
‘Miss Congeniality 2: Armed & Fabulous’ (Warner Bros.)

03.30.05
‘Beauty Shop’ (MGM)

04.01.05
‘Sin City’ (Dimension)
‘The Weather Man’ (Paramount)

04.08.05
‘Eros’ (Warner Independent Pictures)
‘Unleashed’ (Focus Features)
‘Palindromes’ (Wellspring)

04.15.05
‘Amityville Horror’ (MGM)
‘Valiant’ (Buena Vista)
‘Rumor Has It’ (Warner Bros.)
‘In Her Shoes (20th Century Fox)
‘Rebound’ (20th Century Fox)

04.22.05
‘The Interpreter’ (Universal)
‘A Lot Like Love’ (Buena Vista)

04.29.05
‘XXX: State of the Union’ (Sony)
‘Crash’ (Lion’s Gate)
‘3-Iron’ (Sony Pictures Classics)
‘House of Wax’ (Warner Bros.)

04.30.05
‘Deep Blue’ (Miramax)
‘Modigliani’ (Innovation Film Group)

ONWARD, UPWARD
Many times there exists the temptation to look back over our shoulders. To look for the vanishing impressions of our footsteps in the sand, mud, snow and rain of trails and paths we’ve taken–some good, some bad. Reflection is always good for the soul. Of course, the future requires focus on what lies ahead.

Tomorrow is another day. A day filled with new choices, new paths. As we take the wisdom and folly of the year gone by, we can only hope that our footsteps take us onward and upward. Happy New Year to you and those you love. My sincere wish is that your new year is filled with love and peace.

feels good, feels fine, feels good, yeah
my mind’s older
chip’s fallen off my shoulder
all need to prove is over
good enough for me
found willingness
found will to be courageous
no need to feel defenseless, Peace

it’s just me, i’m enough
with myself i’m in love
i’ve been weak, i’ve been low
made me strong, now I know
i’m just me, i’m enough
nothin’ less, nothing more
i wish everybody could just feel this kind of love

FRIDAY E-MALE
Mr. Aiden Shaw

Mr. Aiden Shaw

Perspective

*Current Deathtoll From Sunday’s Tsunami:
116,000
*Current Deathtoll In Indonesia Alone:
85,000
*Initial Aid Package Offered By U.S.:
$15,000,000
*Oxfam Estimated Cost To Provide Food & Water to 36,000 Families:
$5,000,000
*After Public Pressure, Newly Announced U.S. Aid Package:
$35,000,000
*Amount The U.S. Expends Every Seven Hours In Iraq:
$35,000,000
*Current Estimated Budget Supplement Requested By Bush Administration For Iraq:
$80,000,000,000
*Indonesia (World’s Largest Muslim Country) Death Statistic:
1 out of 4 people are dead in some areas
*Estimated Cost of 2nd Bush Inauguration (The Washington Post):
$50,000,000

I am dumbfounded by the weak and slow response of the United States to a world tragedy of the magnitude of destruction in Asia. The images and scenes of destruction are unfathomable. Entire villages of 14,000 people literally eviscerated from the surface of Earth.

There are many relief organizations that can use any support you can provide. It is obvious that it is not the government we look to in times of crisis, but instead the kindness of humanity.
———-

*Speak Out: MoveOn.org: Tsunami Relief
*Oxfam: Asia Earthquake & Tsunami Fund
*Aid Organizations: CNN: Tsunami Aid Sites

Wednesday Must-Reads

WEDNESDAY MUST-READS
01. The New York Times: Margalit Fox:
‘Susan Sontag, Social Critic With Verve, Dies at 71′
02. The Times Of India: AFP:
‘Bloggers Beat Conventional Media’
03. The Washington Post: Mike Allen:
‘House Ethics Panel Chief May Be Replaced’
04. Fortune.com: David Kirkpatrick & Daniel Roth:
‘Why There’s No Escaping the Blog’

SEEMS LIKE OLD TIMES
One of the interesting things about holidays is that invariably you’ll run into acquaintances you’ve lost touch with or haven’t seen in a long time. Most of the time, those surprise run-ins are most welcome. There’s nothing like warming your heart with a recollection of times past. However, there are those encounters that prove to be far more problematic.

There are people from your past that perhaps are best left there–or not. Of course, you rarely have the power to control the convergence of the universe. Sometimes, those reintroductions are both welcome and disturbing. Sometimes, you’re left to wonder whether there is a net positive or negative effect left on your life in the present.

Christmas served as the impetus (through a string of convoluted circumstances) to bring a piece of my past ricocheting into my present. For the first time in over a year, I talked to my ex-boyfriend. Twice. That would be the ex-boyfriend who’s currently ‘involved’ with the man he cheated on me with. Talk about your collisions.

Sure it was amicable and civil. There were laughs and maybe a few tears. But chance encounters have a way of stirring up things and emotions that long lay dormant. So you find yourself swirling in a mix of good and bad memories. The mathematician in me naturally wants to put everything into a nice, pat equation. Take all the positives and negatives, add and subtract them together and you should be left with an undeniable and provable result. But, life sometimes cannot be reduced to the sum of its parts.

So I find myself sort of adrift this week. I’m partly vulnerable to nostalgia, partly defiant to further pain and completely lost in ways I don’t think I can adequately describe. Does the imprint of someone you used to love ever evaporate from your memory? Is forgiveness the key to moving forward? Does the wreckage of betrayal ever remove its thorn from the membrane of your heart? Do the questions ever have all the answers?

I’m all at sea.

Tuesday’s Interesting Reads

01. The New York Times: Seth Mydans:
‘A Third of the Dead Are Said to Be Children’
02. The New York Times: C.J. Chivers:
‘Yushchenko Wins 52% of Vote; Rival Vows a Challenge’
03. The Washington Post: Alan Cooperman:
‘Defrocked Gay Minister to Appeal Conviction by Peers’
04. The New York Times: Felicity Barringer:
‘Pentagon Is Pressing to Bypass Environmental Laws for War Games and Arms Testing’
05. The New York Times: George Gene Gustines:
‘Girl Power Fuels Manga Boom in U.S.’
06. The Washington Post: Amy Shipley:
‘For First Time, Kwan Takes On the System’

THE HOT LIST
01. Mr. Gerard Butler
Mr. Gerard Butler
Yes, he’s built. Yes, he’s beautiful. Yes, he’s the Phantom. But, Gerard James Butler is much more than a pretty face. He’s a lawyer. He’s the lead singer of a rock band. He’s got a Scottish brogue to die for. He’s 6′2″ of man with blue/green eyes. Pardon me, while I go fan myself.

02. Joe. My. God.
It’s not your average blog. Filled with honest, candid, intelligent thoughts and stories. He can make you cry, laugh and blush–but most of all he’ll make you think. (His beauty did not influence his place on this list; Well, not that much.)

03. Blistex Spa Effects
Anyone who knows me, knows that I have a ‘thing’ about my lips. I am a lip balm junkie. Dry lips are crime and you never know when you’ll need a moist pucker. Blistex has developed this trio and they are must-haves. It’s one of the lightest, tastiest systems on the market. I’ve done high-end and low-end and this is one of the best bangs for your buck.

04. Homedics Color Cube 900
If your a gadget slut like me, this little wonder is for you. Combining light, color and sound therapy, the Color Cube combines a palette of 48 unique colors and patterns in a 2′ x 2′ cube. It can be wall-mounted or stands freely on a tabletop. It takes trance to a whole new level.

05. ‘We Are Scissor Sisters…And You Are Too’ DVD
Not having a U.S. release until February 2005, this DVD is loaded with must-have extras for fans. Directed by Julian Temple, Scissor Sisters are caught live in a Brighton show in August 2004. Included are the groups video collection, interviews, a short film, and easter eggs that include Mr. Shears fondness for dropping trou.

Wrap It Up

Christmas was a wonderful time of family and friends. The air was chilly, but alas no white Christmas in the desert of New Mexico. I was blessed to have my mother, my sister and her family over early Christmas morning. As much as their presence was a gift, there was yards of wrapping paper to be shredded. I sometimes think I have more fun watching my niece and nephew’s faces as their open their loot, than I do receiving gifts. Okay, maybe that’s not true.

Due to an obvious clerical error, I somehow ended up on Santa’s ‘good’ list. (Bribing an elf or two may have paid off.) I received some terrific gifts including a new digital camera, a Nintendo DS, Mario 64 DS, a rice bowl set, a pepper mill, ‘Arrested Development’ on DVD, a yuzu and grapefruit candle, and a giant blue stuffed octopus. Yes, I’m afraid that I am spoiled rotten.

Later in the afternoon, we sat down to a wonderful turkey and ham dinner with all of the fixings. By 7:00 p.m., I was exhausted. All the festivities were over. I had been up since 2:30 a.m. and I proceeded to crash. Snuggled up in my new blanket, I drifted off with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head. I hope each and everyone of you had special times with family and friends and that Santa was good to you.

TOP O’ THE POP
I’ve finished the final adjustments to my year-end music charts. 2004 closes with my Top 75 Tracks and Top 50 Albums (see sidebar for full listings). My top ten tracks and albums of 2004 are:

TOP TEN ALBUMS OF 2004
01. ‘Standing At The Edge’–Casey Stratton
02. ‘Van Lear Rose’–Loretta Lynn
03. ‘Scissor Sisters’–Scissor Sisters
04. ‘Body, Mind & Soul’–Joss Stone
05. ‘A Grand Don’t Come For Free’–The Streets
06. ‘Amazing’–George Michael
07. ‘Breakaway’–Kelly Clarkson
08. ‘Astronaut’–Duran Duran
09. ‘Love. Angel. Music. Baby’–Gwen Stefani
10. ‘Twentysomething’–Jamie Cullum

TOP TEN TRACKS OF 2004
01. ‘For Reasons Unexplained’–Casey Stratton
02. ‘Good Luck’–Basement Jaxx f/ Lisa Kekaula
03. ‘Blood’–Casey Stratton
04. ‘Roses’–Outkast
05. ‘All At Sea’–Jamie Cullum
06. ‘This Love’–Maroon 5
07. ‘Security’–Joss Stone
08. ‘It Can’t Come Quickly Enough’–Scissor Sisters
09. ‘Since U Been Gone’–Kelly Clarkson
10. ‘Transatlanticism’–Death Cab For Cutie

NEW YEAR, NEW QUEER
Yesterday, I spent a good amount of time tinkering with the layout of this blog. After several different looks, I settled on something approximating what you see. I’m not sure if all of the white makes it too stark. I do like the way header turned out. Unless I’m overcome, I think it will be sticking around for a while. I think.

And To All A Good Night

Happy Holidays!

Paper Clips

Paper Clips
As we sail towards the last few days of 2004, I think it’s only natural to look back on the year gone by. So many things change. So many things stay the same. There’s been both good and bad, but we’ve made it to this place. Here. Now.

In this season of holidays (for those that celebrate whether it be Chanukah, Kwanzaa or Christmas), we are reminded of the spirit of giving. As much as we all might enjoy receiving gifts and cards, there is a unique satisfaction derived from the simple act of giving. Maybe you gave of your time, your self, your heart, your money–whatever the case may be–giving reminds you of those you love and care for, as well as those strangers that have benefited of your kindness.

Sometimes, it is almost too easy to forget what motivates and rewards in the spirit of giving. That is why I want to ask of you a few minutes of your time. Please take the time to watch the linked trailer for a documentary that will remind you what giving is all about.

The film is called ‘Paper Clips’. It has been selected by the National Board of Review as one of the five best documentaries of 2004. It’s also played to receptive audiences at film festivals worldwide and garnered audience and judge’s prizes at the Palm Springs and Rome International festivals.

The film is currently being distributed by Miramax and is playing in New York City, Washington D.C., Los Angeles and Boston. It’s scheduled to receive a wider opening in early 2005.

I could spend hours telling you about it. I could tell you that it had me in tears. I could tell you of some remarkable children and adults. But, I could never do it justice. If you give yourself a gift this year, make seeing ‘Paper Clips’ a priority. You’ll never forget what giving is.

Tuesday’s Interesting Reads

01. The New York Times: Neil A. Lewis & David Johnston:
‘New F.B.I. Files Describe Abuse of Iraq Inmates’
02. The New York Times: David E. Sanger & Richard W. Stevenson:
‘Bush Says Iraqis Aren’t Yet Able to Quell Rebels’
03. The Washington Post: Dana Milbank:
‘The President’s Grand Elusion’
04. The Washington Post: John F. Harris & Christopher Muste:
‘56 Percent in Survey Say Iraq War Was a Mistake’
05. The New York Times: Donald G. McNeil Jr.:
‘Furor in Africa Over Drug for Women With H.I.V.’
06. The New York Times: Jesse McKinley:
‘”Wicked” Reaches Financial Nirvana’
07. The New York Times: Jeffrey Rosen:
‘Your Blog or Mine?’

RECKLESS
Yesterday, something reminded of the only good thing in a hideous 1984 celluloid nightmare. Once upon a time, Aidan Quinn and Daryl Hannah showed their faces in a film (I use the word loosely) entitled ‘Reckless’. If you were to ever ask me publicly if I’d seen it, I would lie and say no. So don’t.

Anyhow. Among the slimy career entrails, there is one bit of dialogue that’s always stuck in my head. In a scene between Aidan Quinn and Kenneth McMillan (who plays Quinn’s abusive, alcoholic father), the following chestnut appears:

McMillan: ‘What happened to you? You used to be normal.’
Quinn: ‘I grew out of it.’

You can’t buy wisdom like that.

BE HAPPY
Of late, I feel as if I’ve become the gay equivalent of Martha Stewart. (I’ll wait.) Strangely, several people have asked for my opinions and input regarding being (or possibly being) a gay man. (Obviously, they haven’t read a lot of my stuff or they’d realize they’re barking up the wrong dead tree…) But, who am I to deny the masses my pearls (shut up!) of wisdom.

In the spirit of giving, I present you with a checklist, tongue in cheek. If you can answer ‘true’ to any of the following statements, you are not a gay man. (I can already hear the collective sighs of relief ricocheting in cyberspace.)

01. You think Joseph Abboud is a Middle Eastern diplomat.
02. Your girlfriends dance better than you do.
03. You think Bruce Weber won a gold medal in the Olympics.
04. While watching football, you leave the room during the razor blade ads.
05. You think bronzer is something for shining tarnished metal objects.
06. You think International Male is a travel magazine.
07. Your primary goal in working out is to build strength.
08. You ignore the knowing stares of waiters you receive while dining out.
09. You buy Men’s Fitness for the workout tips.

CONFESSION
I feel loopy this morning. I know you can hardly tell. I haven’t even had caffeine yet. Have you ever had a day where you felt like being completely silly for twenty-four hours? Shut up. I took my meds. It’s either going to be a really good day or I need to call my therapist stat.

May your day be happy. May your heart be warm. May your pants be warmer. Fa-La -La-La. La. La. La. La.

Monday’s Headlines & Bylines

01. The New York Times: John F. Burns:
‘At Least 64 Dead as Rebels Strike in 3 Iraqi Cities’
02. The New York Times: Sheryl Gay Stolberg:
‘On a Deadly Day in Iraq, Republicans Step Up Debate Over Whether Rumsfeld Should Stay’
03. The Washington Post: Jim VandeHei & Charles Babington:
‘More Aggressive Congress Could Hinder Bush’s Plans’
04. The New York Times: Anthony Tommasini:
‘Renata Tebaldi, 82, Soprano With “Voice of an Angel,” Dies’
05. The New York Times: C.J. Chivers:
‘A Dinner in Ukraine Made for Agatha Christie’
06. The New York Times: Bob Herbert:
‘War on the Cheap’
07. The Washington Post: Howard Kurtz:
‘Iraqi Bloggers, In the News And Critiquing It’

QUICKTAKES
01. I’ve come to the conclusion that finding a Nintendo DS in a store would be akin to reclaiming my virginity.

02. Considering my absence of a sex life, it actually is quite possible I would become a virgin before finding the DS.

03. Much to the horror of fellow bloggers I adore: I hereby wish that Ms. Duff, Ms. Lohan, Ms. Simpson and Mrs. Simpson-Lachey (and others of the same ilk) would all be bound and gagged and mysteriously stuffed in an empty red velvet bag on Santa’s sleigh. Next stop: North Pole. ‘Rumors’ indeed.

04. Am I the only one who gets all giddy on ‘Desperate Housewives’ night? Last night was deliciously wicked.

05. On a recent media junket, ‘Desperate’ creator, Mr. Marc Cherry, was asked whether there would be a gay resident of Wisteria Lane. He replied with a chuckle, ‘Who knows? Maybe there already is?’. Let the guessing games begin.

06. In addition to the traditional chocolate fudge, I made a batch of peanut butter fudge with Reeses’ peanut butter chips. Haven’t tried it, but it should be interesting.

07. While I’m a big fan of the Nikon Coolpix line of digital cameras, I have a sneaking suspicion I might be the owner of a new Canon PowerShot come Christmas day. Ssssh.

08. For TLC connoisseurs, would you rather be the meat in a Farmer-Cameron, Oosterhouse-Dewar or Bartolomeo-Brown club sandwich? (Shut up, a boy can dream.)

OBLIQUITY’S TOP FIVE MOVIES OF 2004
01. ‘Bad Education’
02. ‘Closer’
03. ‘Maria Full of Grace’
04. ‘Sideways’
05. ‘Hotel Rwanda’

RECOLLECTION: THIS FIRE IN MY SOUL
I graduated high school in May of 1983. I was seventeen years old. I’d spent the first two years of high school as the the stereotypical bookworm, over-achieving nerd. Then my junior year, my social status on the tenuous ladder of the high school popularity seemed to take off (much to my surprise). I got involved in a lot of clubs and extra-curricular activities. I was suddenly faced with the prospect of being a social butterfly. But, the butterfly had a secret.

I’d come face-to-face with my sexuality in my freshman year. It was knowledge I wasn’t sure how to process. I wasn’t ready to process. So I lied. By the time my high school experience came to an end, I had excelled academically and socially. On the night of my senior awards banquet, I won the awards for Chemistry, Physics, Big Brother, Band, Honor Society, and a tuition scholarship. Somehow along the way, I’d even managed to have two girlfriends. Everything was nearly perfect. Nearly.

By August of 1983, I was a freshman in college. I was elected senator from my college. I finished my first semester with a 4.0 grade average. I had a great new circle of friends. It was like picking back up where I left off. Nearly. I was now eighteen and a virgin. Oh yeah…and gay. It was now that life seemed like that statue of justice. The blindfolded lady holding the scales in perfect balance. I was blindfolded. One side of my scale was filled with school, friends and activities. The other side was empty. But somewhere in the back of my closet behind all the clothes was a big block labeled ‘gay’ on all six sides. My quandary was if I freed the block and placed onto the empty tray, would the scales stay in balance? Or would the weight of that cube knock everything else to hell?

It’s easy to write-off sexual urges and desires to hormones and growing up. There’s probably a lot of truth to that as well. Yet, for me, there was always something else that poked my side like a sliver of steel. There was this desire. There was this craving. The unmet need to break a boundary of intimacy with another man. The need and desire to touch male flesh. The want of a hug. Not the hug friends give one another, but the kind that broke that invisible shield we all put up. The kind where if you are lucky flesh melds and hearts delicately touch. There was no doubt that I wanted the carnal knowledge of another man. But, there was burning need to acknowledge to myself the thing I hid from. Even if the sun were to burn out, I had to let go of my fear and inhibition and explore my baser wants and desires.

So the cube was pushed and dragged from its storage place and thrown on the scale. The pans moved up and down. For awhile, there was a disconcerting vertigo. The scales swung one way, then the other. Some dips worse than others. At times terrifying and then exhilarating.

One of the fondest and clearest memories I have of my college experience was the first time I ever touched another man. Really touched a man. He was someone who would become a dear friend. He was someone who helped me grow in leaps and bounds. I can recall laying next to him in near darkness. The quiet was explosive. The only sound was our breathing. There was no hurry, no rush. A thousand things flashed through my neurons before I lifted a hand to raise the bottom of his t-shirt and lay my palm against his skin. I’ll never forget the heat–the electricity of that touch. To feel another human being breathe under your hand. To feel desire come alive under the power of touch. To feel another body respond to you in magnificent ways. To end this self-imposed exile. To finally feed the fire that had burned in your caged soul. To add fuel and burn with intensity. To place your lips in that spot that your hand had just left fingerprints. To really understand touch and desire. To feel breath and flesh on your flesh. To have lust, desire, hunger, want and flesh evaporate in a spectacular combustion.

That single night, my life started over again. The fire in my soul was stoked and every fiber of me was finally living. Even more astounding than that unforgettable fire were the embers. The embers that left flowing trails of light that still burn in my heart to this very night. Trails of light that have led me on the path to the man I am today.

For some reason sitting in front of the tree tonight watching the lights burn, I was reminded of that night. I was reminded of Eric. I was reminded of the fire still in my soul.

Friday News & Views

01. The New York Times: Eric Schmitt:
‘Guard Reports Serious Drop in Enlistment’
02. The Washington Post: Jim VandeHei & Thomas E. Ricks:
‘Lott Joins Republican Critics of Rumsfeld’
03. The New York Times: Lizette Alvarez:
‘British Court Says Detentions Violate Rights’
04. The New York Times: Laurie J. Flynn:
‘Symantec to Buy Veritas Software in Deal Worth $13.5 Billion’
05. The New York Times: Bob Herbert:
‘Fiddling as Iraq Burns’
06. The New York Times: Paul Krugman:
‘Buying Into Failure’

YOU JUST CAN’T MAKE THIS UP…

I’m not sure what’s more disturbing: the fact that the President needs ‘assistance’ with his zipper or the fact that Karl Rove is a top.

THE JOCKSTRAP DILEMMA
The gauntlet has been thrown. It started when The Boy Wonder dropped his trousers. Now a fever is spreading and a challenge has been issued. Men and jockstraps across the nation are dropping faster than White House nominees.

Bloggers are undressing one another in their heads–and Chas is to blame. (Of course, there are a few people on the list that I’ve ‘considered’ at length. Wait that sounds wrong.) I’ve been called out. Chas says ‘you know you want to’. Who told dammit!? The deliberations begin. In the immortal words of Beyonce: I don’t think you’re I’m ready for this jelly.

FRIDAY E-MALE

Thursday Must-Reads

01. The New York Times: Robert Pear:
‘House’s Author of Drug Benefit Joins Lobbyists’
02. The New York Times: Nathaniel Frank:
‘Ready, Willing, Disqualified’
03. International Herald Tribune: Brian Knowlton:
‘Bush Signals U.S. Commitment to “Strong Dollar” Policy’

RANDOMNESS
01. A couple of days without blogging and I’m ready to double my Zoloft. Pathetique.
02. Watched Pedro Almodovar’s ‘Bad Education’ for a second time. Brilliant. Must See.
03. So if I’m finished with my gift list, why am I still shopping?
04. I can’t make the bass line of Ashanti’s ‘Only U’ stop looping in my mind.
05. How many blogger crushes does Emily Post allow before you’re just a whore?
06. Emily just called. I’m a whore.
07. Here was my dilemma. The rest of today’s entry had two possibilities; the sappy stuff I ultimately went with–or misadventures in proctology. Don’t say I never did anything nice for you.

MELT
like that spike of ice dangling from the eaves
crystalline and moist like tears on my sleeves
it’s so fleeting and not long for this place
soon to be crashing to earth sans grace

it melts like my heart did when I met you
it’s a mystery with glorious glints of blue
it sparkles like your eyes when we locked
when my heart’s want could not be blocked

glassy smooth, with a forming drop at its tip
wet like my kiss upon your trembling lip
gravity pulls the delicate drop into its lair
like we pulled each others body into a pair

the sun glances to see the ice melt
heating like the warmth our faces felt
shards of diamonds tumble to the ground
glimmering like stones of the love around

the icicles have gone, waiting for the freeze
love has come swirling on the brisk breeze
we watched it patiently drop away
two hearts fueled in the liquid spray

FAMILIARITY
He talks with his hands. I watch his arms as they conduct his words in a crescendo of soundwaves. I see the exquisite tension in his bicep as he gesticulates. I see his torso move stealthily under a familiar black t-shirt I gave him that shirt. He loved that shirt. I can almost smell that shirt…smell him. I watch him laugh. The timbre of that familiar chuckle drives a steel spike through my heart. I watch his back, as his head tilts to drink.

He laughs again. Looking down at the bar, I can recall my head against his shoulder as he giggled in bed. The sound punctuated by the movement of flesh. It’s one of those mental blips that should make you happy with reminiscence, but almost never does. Recollection is a bitch, I decide. I gulp down the rest of my club soda, turning for one last sideways glance. I always loved that neck. I loved to stand behind him and press my lips to that spot on his neck.

I draw a deep breath, look away and exhale as slowly as is humanly possible. The corner of the napkin is in my fingers apparently torn away from the other fibers I’m sure it must miss. I pick my heart up off the bar. A tangled mess of muscle and blood. I just move toward the exit sign with carnage in hand. Outside in the parking lot, the crisp air reinflates my lungs. I can breathe in this air because he’s not in it. My head aches. My hands shake.

I have to go home and try to put my heart back in my chest.

Mirror, Mirror

Whenever a member of any group is discriminated against, they may internalize a negative self-image. Gay men are usually raised with the very same prejudices about homosexuality as their surrounding culture. As we shift from boyhood to manhood, it may have felt threatening to even wonder whether we were gay. Faulty logic deduced that our very willingness to consider the possibility implied that we were. Quantum endum deductum.

Many gay men spent much of their adolescence denying that we were attracted to other males, or trying to hide any indication that we might be interested in same-sex relationships. We feared that if people knew who and what we were really like, they would reject us. Some men deny their sexual orientation well into adulthood, assuming they’ll eventually outgrow homosexual attractions. This initiates a strange dance around defining our sexuality and conforming to masculine stereotypes. For many, the degree of harassment–verbal taunts, physical or sexual abuse–was directly correlated to their ability to pass as heterosexual. For most of us growing up, the ‘threat’ of discovery was always a constant companion. The strange dichotomy is that while invisibility may have protected us, it contributed to our isolation at the very same time.

The fear of being linked with homosexuality keeps men and boys from expressing vulnerability or affection, especially to one another. That fear tends to permeate any interaction with other males. With few positive role models for gay relationships (or even of men nurturing one another), we’re left with negative images from the media and our own upbringing, or sometimes with no information at all. Homophobia creates a cycle of isolation, which tends to reinforce itself. Hiding our feelings from our friends may have led to furtive sexual encounters with strangers (which can only reinforce our suspicion that gay relationships can’t last). Cut off from a community of support, homophobia becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy: We end up internalizing the negative self-image that we feared was the fate of the ‘lonely homosexual’. Even if we consciously reject the irrational nature of the prejudice directed against us, we still have to cope with a hostile culture. Many of us have developed various survival strategies: being secretive, pretending, and withdrawing from peer activities. It’s natural that we would feel cautious about being emotionally vulnerable, since we learned it wasn’t safe to disclose our inner-most thoughts and desires. The unfortunate consequence is that these coping strategies can interfere with our adult desires for intimacy and relationships.

It is that circle of internalized homophobia that has to be broken by each individual. It’s not so much about what others see, but what you see when you look into a mirror.

SOME THINGS THAT MAKE ME GO MMM…
* cuddling
* honesty
* kissing
* moonlight
* dancing
* fresh air
* a man with a brain
* shopping
* words
* daydreaming
* calculus
* the nape of the neck
* smiles
* a man who can cry
* accents
* eyes and brows
* hugs
* margaritas, extra salt
* sharp-dressed men
* tongues
* lips
* music
* whispers
* silk
* flowers
* ceramic tile
* rain
* five o’clock shadows
* holding hands
* suit and tie
* reading to one another
* listening to a heartbeat
* da beat, da bass
* laughing
* poetry
* candles
* intense silence
* tracing patterns on skin
* gray, overcast days
* aromatherapy
* flowers
* ice storms
* water
* books

FROM THE SCHEDULING DEPARTMENT
I’ll be out of town until Wednesday, so I imagine that posting will be minimal to non-existent. See you when I return. Have a terrific Monday!

MISCELLANEA
01. Has ‘Survivor’ finally jumped the shark?

02. Not only is Matthew Fox gorgeous, he’s one heck of an actor. If his work in Tuesday’s episode does not earn him a Best Actor in a Drama Emmy nod, there is no justice.

03. Was anyone else about to split a gasket at the thought of Charlie being gone?

04. ‘Project Runway’. Watch it now. Scissors and bitches have never been this fun.

05. In the January 2005 issue of Marie Claire, rocker Tommy Lee confesses his penchant for licking the faces of men and women he finds attractive. Speechless.

06. ‘The O.C.’ visits the island of Lesbos in an upcoming story arc. Mischa Barton is booked for the trip, which may or may not be her first.

07. Before the election, I thought the Bush Administration was destroying this country. Now, I’m pretty sure it’s Paris Hilton.

FRIDAY E-MALE

THURSDAY’S INTERESTING READS
01. The New York Times: John M. Broder:
‘Groups Debate Slower Strategy on Gay Rights’
02. The Washington Post: Thomas E. Ricks:
‘Rumsfeld Gets Earful From Troops’
03. The New York Times: Frank Rich:
‘The Plot Against Sex in America’
04. The Washington Post: Dan Balz:
‘Don’t Lurch Right, Dean Urges Party’
05. The New York Times: Maureen Dowd:
‘Lost in a Masquerade’
06. The New York Times: Thomas L. Friedman:
‘The Suicide Supply Chain’
07. Salon.com: Eric Boehlert:
‘Media goes Weak-kneed for Tough-guy Kerik’

DILEMMA 2:
THE HOMO & THE HERETIC
Yesterday’s entry generated a lot of comment and mail. My purpose in writing that piece and where the discussion led were not necessarily expected. Invariably, the question of religion entered into people’s distillation of their position on the subject of homosexuality. To an extent, I’m not surprised. Sexuality (of any kind) and Spirituality seem to have been inextricably woven together in most discussions of homosexuality. The responses I received basically separated into three groups (forgive my generalities): those who see religion exclusive of sexuality and further see religious doctrine being used as a tool of hate; those who may see religion and sexuality through a blending prism, yet do not allow their religious views and experiences to hate or discriminate; and finally those who see no separation of religion and sexuality and find homosexuality offensive or immoral.

First, I’d like to say that I truly respect all three viewpoints. Obviously, I don’t agree with all of them. But we all have the right and respect to have our beliefs. Aside from a few e-mail messages laced with vile prejudice and hate, the discussion opened was insightful and productive. The bulk of that exchange has prompted me to tackle the issue of religion and my experience–something that has been an ongoing process and ultimately a private one. I am always mindful that publicly discussing religion is akin to crossing a minefield blindfolded. Let’s be clear. I don’t know the answers. What I know are my experiences. That is all I can share and hope to do so over several entries.
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Despite, or maybe because of, the separation of church and state in constitutional law and public policy, religious values and their expressions are very strong in our world today. Yet at the same time, these same policies have contributed to a climate in which people will either consider religion a highly private affair or a public debate to be espoused with great passion. Either way there never seems to be any common ground. It simply is a clear ‘hot button’ topic. Yet one, that in one form or another, affects every single person on this planet.

In discussions with people in my life, one thing that has struck me—the constant battle of religion and one’s religious upbringing in the lives of most gay men. Now, just as a matter of reference, I was raised a Roman Catholic. While, I left the traditional worship of my church (during my high school years), I still hold dear to my heart certain religious beliefs and ideals formed by my Catholic exposure and Christianity in general. I believe in a God. I pray almost every day. I believe God to be all-knowing, all-loving, and all-forgiving. To me, these simple beliefs form the basis of my religion.

Now again, I reiterate, that I am speaking for myself and no one else. However, my church has said that God does not accept homosexuality, abortion, divorce, and numerous other issues, all of which led to the conflict within me and ultimately drove me from worship at my church (not that I would have been welcomed as an ‘open’ homosexual). While, I personally find this to be an unfortunate consequence, I do admire and respect any person’s religion and religious beliefs, as well as an individual’s right to have a lack there of. For many reasons, I think my experiences point out that religion touches the lives of many people and can polarize the topic of conversation to extremes. Now, whether we agree or disagree with the views expressed, I try to remember and rely on the following tenets (and I feel they form an important frame of reference):

* Respect people’s beliefs.
* Do not attempt to change them.
* Call on your own and others’ values of tolerance, compassion, kindness, and so on.
* Listen to people. Not their slogans.
* Show by example the attitudes and actions that you want to see from others.
* If you choose to, calmly and respectfully let others know what you believe and stand for.
* Know your own faith and beliefs…but try and learn about others.

(to be continued…)