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Remember this one from Superbowl 2007? Ha!

It's nice to see our boys in good spirits. And humping the air... 'n stuff. ;-)

Isn't she effing beautiful?

... quite the opposite, actually. We DO eat meat, but tend to avoid fish and are partial to tube steak.


Check this out. The hot little number above, who's straight and married, is suing his former employer, Calyon, a French trading company, claiming his boss allowed his co-workers to tease and taunt him for avoiding meat and wearing tight fitting shorts during triathlons.

I just never expected someone to think it's gay to be a vegetarian or to constantly poke fun at me.
Ryan Pacifico filed a lawsuit claiming the firm cooked up lies regarding his work performance to fire him... when the reality of it all was that he was a vegetarian who was perceved as a homosexual by his boss.
It's a rediculous male stereotype that only real men eat meat.
This poor dude put up with this shit for over 3 years. WAAAY longer than I would have. Why the hell didn't he go to HR instead of just putting up with it for that long? I mean... did it really not bother him that much UNTIL after he got fired? But, in his defense, I can see how frustrating it must be for getting fired just because you're gay... when in all reality... you're not.

I'm so happy that even though it received ZERO Republican votes, the $820 million dollar stimulus plan still passed. And quickly. So quick, it hit the history books as the only plan of it's kind to pass in such a short amount of time.

Us Democrats don't fuck around. And we like gettin' shit done... the right way.

Go Obama!

I'm sooooooo disappointed in you. It's all too often that the original is better than the sequel. Wouldn't everyone agree?

This is one well-written letter. It's from a mother to The Vermont Valley News. Please copy this, and post it on your blog if you believe in what the mother has to say.

Many letters have been sent to the Valley News concerning the homosexual menace in Vermont. I am the mother of a gay son and I've taken enough from you good people. I'm tired of your foolish rhetoric about the "homosexual agenda" and your allegations that accepting homosexuality is the same thing as advocating sex with children. You are cruel and ignorant. You have been robbing me of the joys of motherhood ever since my children were tiny.

My firstborn son started suffering at the hands of the moral little thugs from your moral, upright families from the time he was in the first grade. He was physically and verbally abused from first grade straight through high school because he was perceived to be gay.

He never professed to be gay or had any association with anything gay, but he had the misfortune not to walk or have gestures like the other boys. He was called "fag" incessantly, starting when he was 6.

In high school, while your children were doing what kids that age should be doing, mine labored over a suicide note, drafting and redrafting it to be sure his family knew how much he loved them. My sobbing 17-year-old tore the heart out of me as he choked out that he just couldn't bear to continue living any longer, that he didn't want to be gay and that he couldn't face a life without dignity.

You have the audacity to talk about protecting families and children from the homosexual menace, while you yourselves tear apart families and drive children to despair. I don't know why my son is gay, but I do know that God didn't put him, and millions like him, on this Earth to give you someone to abuse. God gave you brains so that you could think, and it's about time you started doing that.

At the core of all your misguided beliefs is the belief that this could never happen to you, that there is some kind of subculture out there that people have chosen to join. The fact is that if it can happen to my family, it can happen to yours, and you won't get to choose. Whether it is genetic or whether something occurs during a critical time of fetal development, I don't know. I can only tell you with an absolute certainty that it is inborn.

If you want to tout your own morality, you'd best come up with something more substantive than your heterosexuality. You did nothing to earn it; it was given to you. If you disagree, I would be interested in hearing your story, because my own heterosexuality was a blessing I received with no effort whatsoever on my part. It is so woven into the very soul of me that nothing could ever change it. For those of you who reduce sexual orientation to a simple choice, a character issue, a bad habit or something that can be changed by a 10-step program, I'm puzzled. Are you saying that your own sexual orientation is nothing more than something you have chosen, that you could change it at will? If that's not the case, then why would you suggest that someone else can?

A popular theme in your letters is that Vermont has been infiltrated by outsiders. Both sides of my family have lived in Vermont for generations. I am heart and soul a Vermonter, so I'll thank you to stop saying that you are speaking for "true Vermonters."

You invoke the memory of the brave people who have fought on the battlefield for this great country, saying that they didn't give their lives so that the "homosexual agenda" could tear down the principles they died defending. My 83-year-old father fought in some of the most horrific battles of World War II, was wounded and awarded the Purple Heart.

He shakes his head in sadness at the life his grandson has had to live. He says he fought alongside homosexuals in those battles, that they did their part and bothered no one. One of his best friends in the service was gay, and he never knew it until the end, and when he did find out, it mattered not at all. That wasn't the measure of the man.

You religious folk just can't bear the thought that as my son emerges from the hell that was his childhood he might like to find a lifelong companion and have a measure of happiness. It offends your sensibilities that he should request the right to visit that companion in the hospital, to make medical decisions for him or to benefit from tax laws governing inheritance.

How dare he? you say. These outrageous requests would threaten the very existence of your family, would undermine the sanctity of marriage. You use religion to abdicate your responsibility to be thinking human beings. There are vast numbers of religious people who find your attitudes repugnant. God is not for the privileged majority, and God knows my son has committed no sin.

The deep-thinking author of a letter to the April 12th Valley News who lectures about homosexual sin and tells us about "those of us who have been blessed with the benefits of a religious upbringing" asks: "What ever happened to the idea of striving . . . to be better human beings than we are?"

Indeed, sir, what ever happened to that?

Signed,

A Mom

Via AngryBlackBitch:

ABB is one of my favorite blogs to read. I wish she would update her blog like... 60 times a day. Her insite, her wit, her absolute attention. She's amazing. From her blog today:

Shall we?

There were two stories in the news yesterday that are linking in my mind…the birth of eight babies and the death of a family of seven.

One led the news this morning.

The other moved quickly from breaking news to news round-ups into the second half hour of a morning sorta-news shows this morning.

Eight babies were born to one mother at the Kaiser Permanente Bellflower Medical Centre in Los Angeles in California. Mother and multiples are apparently doing well.

Seven people…an entire family…were found dead after an apparent murder-suicide in California. Notes allegedly left by the husband and father indicate that he and his wife had recently been terminated from positions as medical technicians at a Kaiser Permanente hospital in West Los Angeles.

The come joy.

And with it pain.

Sunshine.

Followed by rain.

I can’t help but wonder at the strange connection…not that there is some sort of mystical power associated with Kaiser Permanente, but that two family related stories so radically different somehow connected there.

That a team of damn near 50 people can work in concert to give eight babies the best medical care…

…even as a team from the Coroner’s office worked to empty a home of a family of seven.

I don’t know the back-story for either family...the who, what, when and why of it all is a mystery.

But seeing them both within the same news cycle reminded me that we so often celebrate creation then neglect that which has been created.

And there has to be some lesson here to learn…something teachable to be found in that place where life and death meet between commercial breaks on television.

Something...anything more than...

No mas.

No mas.

No mas.

It's not as bad as it sounds you little pervs.

It's a story about a man, Charles, who inherits his father's 100-year-old shoe business at a time when sales are massively falling due to the company's lack of a fashionable product. After being forced to lay off 15 of his workers (almost half his entire staff), Charles has a chance encounter with a drag queen cabaret singer, Lola. Through conversation, Charles learns of a need for heeled boots sturdy enough to hold the weight of a man, but look exceptionally fashionable on a woman. Taking a desperate chance to save the family business, Charles hires Lola as his shoe designer and puts his entire staff back to work on a sexy line they've never seen before... or ever imagined they be creating: boots... for drag queens.

So at the beginning of this year I was all gun-hoe, super fantabulous, rainbow gay flamer about becoming more healthy, working out, and quitting smoking. But like many people out there, it just didn't happen the way I wanted it to - which was instantaneous and without effort. ;-) Not really... the actual truth is it just didn't happen.

The only thing I've accomplished so far this year is not chowing down on my nails every chance I get. They look fabulous, actually, and are quite long. I'm trimming them tonight (with some nail cutters!), which will be interesting. Where the fuck is my nail trimmer anyway? Oh well... I'm sure I'll find them. The question I asked myself today, while staring at my nails, is : does it bother me that I haven't done anything about my goals on getting in better shape. The answer is somewhat. Why not a solid yes? Because I'm still making progress towards it.

The current state that I'm in... well... is just about the same as when I started my little "Yay! Let's get healthy for the New Year!" bit. The reasons are simple: lack of money to stock my kitchen with what I need to eat healthy, but also a mass of unhealthy food taking up precious space. I decided way back when that I was going to get rid of all my unhealthy food before starting my new lifestyle by throwing it all away. After thinking about that idea for a bit, I decided against it because most of my unhealthy food could make an actual meal. Not a very nutrious meal, but a meal. I didn't want to just be throwing money in the trash.

I need to skew off for a moment and let everyone know that my upstairs neighbor is having really loud sex in his living room. Really... loud... sex... and, I hope this doesn't offend anyone, he's got a slight speech impediment. Which makes it even more amusing to listen in.

Anyway, back to my story... I'm happy to say tonight, almost a month later, when I opened up my cabinets and refrigerator I was astonished at how much food I had inhaled over the past month. Things were starting to look a little baren... and scarce... just like my sex life. I literally had to start digging for things to eat. Now now... I know that's not the healthiest thing to do, but eating at home and taking my lunch every day saved me a lot of cash - cash I can now go spend on healthy food. Not to mention, it was healthier than eating fast food everyday.

Tonight I was forced to revisit my Target Brand mini beef tacos. The last time I cooked these things I threw them in the microwave and they came out soggy and disgusting. When I took my first bite, I felt like I had just licked a dead dog's asshole. I spit it out and threw the rest away. Why I kept them? I dunno. An emergency maybe? No clue.

Anyway, I decided to cook them on my George Forman Grill tonight. That way they can be heated from the outside in and the taco shell would be crispy. They were better this way, but slathered in some mild tacobell sauce? They tasted just like they came out of the drive-through window (that should tell us ALL something). Anyway, I'm glad I'm done and gone with those things. Bleh!

I maybe have a week of food left, which is perfect for when I get my tax return (yeah baby!). I did a rough price estimate on what I'll need to stock up on the first week I dip into eating healthy, and it's going to be close to $200... which is a freakin' lot for a one-person household. A lot of the things I will be buying will last me for weeks and/or months past that, it's just the stocking up part that's a little hard on the wallet.

Anyway, just wanted to give everyone a update on what the beer-bellied, unnattractive boy-next-door is doing to get in shape. Here's to our health!

The gay alphabet. Learn it bitches!

... Well I am feeling a little better today, but my voice still hasn't recovered. Not too sure what's going on. I've been drinking some warm orange juice (I love it) for most of the day to get some more Vitamin C into my body and I've also been sucking on spoonfuls of ice cream - which feels great on my throat. Now... I'm craving a roast beef sammich.

Anyway, I'm off to shower. Pictures are available for a nominal fee.

I think he said it all, don't you?

Click to embiggen.

A AFA was already pissed at Pepsico for donating $500,000 to PFLAG and another $500,000 to the HRC. Now they've got their panties in a twist over a commercial that's airing in the UK, promoting a homosexual lifestyle.

The AFA is, again, calling on it's supporters to boycott the drink company because of it. Me? I'm going out and buying a few hundred thousand cans of it and handing it out on the street with little notes attached to each one that state "The AFA sucks. And you don't by drinking this Pepsi Product. Thanks for supporting the LGBT community".



Pepsi has their hands in a little bit of everything. So go out and support Pepsi and the businesses that carry their products:

Pepsi-Cola Products:
Pepsi
Mountain Dew
Sierra Mist
Tava
Life Water
AMP
Aquafina
Mug Rootbeer
Mirinda
Slice
Dole Juices
Lipton
No Fear
Ocean Spray Juices
Starbucks
SoBe
Tropicana Juices
Gatorade
Naked Juices
Propel Fitness Water
G2

Pepsico Non-Cola Brands:
Doritos
Lays Potato Chips
Ruffles Potato Chips
Santitas
Fritos
Cheetos
Rold Gold Pretzles
Funyuns
Sunchips
Cracker Jack
Grandma's Cookies
Oberto
Tostitos Chips and Salsas
Miss Vickies
Quaker Oat Products - including cereals, granola bars, and oatmeal
Aunt Jemima
Rice-A-Roni
Pasta-Roni
Near East

A Few Business' That Carry Pepsi-Cola Brands:
KFC
Pizza Hut
Long John Silvers
Taco Bell
A&W
Wing Street
Arby's

Citigroup... you know... the bank that recently borrowed $45 Billion of the governments money, was finalizing the purchase of a brand new, $50 Million Dollar luxury corporate Jet just yesterday. ABC reported the company argued it was selling two of it's four other plans to pay for this one. You know what... sell those planes and start paying the government back, you ass hats. Then, once you're making a profit again, go out and buy a plane. Christ... I have to budget to buy a pack of smokes and here's Citigroup buying up a $50 Million Dollar plane for their shitty corporate execs.

Here's a photo of the interior of the Dassault Falcon 7X.


BUT NOW, they've decided to back away from the deal citing pressure from the White House. What the FUCK? So you're telling me they would have just gone ahead and done it if nobody said anything?

Obama... where you at on this one girl? Take all their little corporate jets away and then see how happy those whiny rich bitches are.

Check out this first openly gay couple on Wheel of Fortune where the contestant proudly introduces his fiance as... well... his fiance! Yay!

ANOTHER person in the Ted Haggard scandal has come forward claiming the ex-pastor tried to get him to purchase porn and masturbate with him on a retreat to Cripple Creek. This all happened after the now 22-year old man, Grant, told Ted he was coming to New Life Church to seek help regarding his homosexuality. After Mike Jones, the Denver escort who Ted had been snogging with for over three years, came forward with allegations that Ted had been paying him for sex, Grant lost all hope in the church and fell into a depressed period where he drank heavily, took prescription pills, and tried to kill himself on four separate occasions.

So... just so I have this right:

Grant approaches preacher telling him that's he coming to New Life Church to be "cured" of his homosexuality.

Preacher tries to get Grant to drop trowe and jerk one out with him while watching gay porn and doing illegal drugs.

Denver escort, Mike Jones, comes forward with allegations that Ted Haggard is a closeted homo who paid him for Meth and sex over the course of three years.

New Life Church is like "Oh Fuck".

New Life Church pays Grant and one other person hush money, to the tune of $300,000, not to come forward with more allegations against the church and Ted to protect their own name so they can continue to fight gay marriage and homosexuality without looking like a bunch of idiots.

Does that about cover it?


NBC recently rejected PETA's "Vegetarians Have Better Sex" ad because it "depicts a level of sexuality exceeding [their] standards". Ha!

As many of you know... I'm really not that big of a supporter of PETA. I think the entire group is psychotic. It's one thing to protect furs... but another when wanting America to change the definition of a Fish to a Sea Kitten.

I hate cats, too.

So I was sitting her cruising the blogs I most enjoy reading when realizing some white noise in the background: running water. I sort of ignored it for a little while, but 15 minutes later I consciously realized it was still there.

I thought to myself "God... my upstairs neighbor is taking a really long shower".

Then I got up to go to the bathroom...

... and realized the sound wasn't coming from my neighbor... but from my running toilet.

Yeah. I suck.

... weekly YouTube message. Check out the White House's YouTube channel, where Barack will be posting weekly messages to the world. What a tech-savvy president we have. Bush would probably wanted everything recorded on VHS tape and then mailed to everyone's home. Because... he sucks like that.

... how freakin' excited I am about my friend Vanessa and her sexy husband, Steven, moving back to Colorado from Virginia? They both were at the inauguration of our wonderful new president (I know... bitches, right?) and will be moving to Boulder. I am so excited to see her I could just spit (To Wong Foo reference).

And I'm also missing my best friend Jenn like crazy. That sexy bee-otch.

It hasn't stopped. People are still trying to be Shane Mercado. And this one... has some balls.

Hotmess Sundays

Since HRC first introduced the Corporate Equality Index back in 2002, the number of companies who have received a perfect score has jumped from only 13 to a whopping 259 in only 7 short years. That means 35 companies a year changed their benefits, diversity training, and non-discrimination policies in order to make them more gay-employee friendly.


Awesome!

3.8 Million viewers tuned into the Lifetime Television original movie when it premiered on Saturday, and a subsequent 2.3 Million people tuned in during it's re-run on Sunday. As many of you know, I blogged about this movie on several occasions asking everyone to tune in.

While the movie got mixed reviews from several gay bloggers, I have to say I LOVED it. While I thought there were some parts that were touched on a little to briefly, the guts of the movie were definitely there. Sigourney Weaver, as usual, gave an excellent performance and the end of the movie was absolutely touching (there's my total gay moment). I'll admit that I cried as well.

Please, when you get a chance, watch the movie without any distractions around and with a few close friends. It's a great movie and definite tear-jerker.

Hey everyone, I'm so sorry I haven't updated my blog at all yesterday and today. Last night I felt my voice starting go and, like an idiot, I just ignored it and went to the Beer Bust. This morning I woke up and had almost no voice. =( I know... total bummer, right?

It hurts only when I cough, so I don't think it's strep. I'm trying to communicate through text with everyone so I can give my voice a break. I have a lot of things I want to blog about, but this crap I have has taken away my witty sarcastic humor and creative genius. So again, sorry.

I'm just going to sit here and watch some Will and Grace, whisper laugh, and enjoy some cold beer (the frosty goodness passing down my throat feels great. Plus, it will help me sleep). I've been drinking tea all night and I'm sick of it. And I'm out of honey.

Anyway, I'll hopefully be blogging away tomorrow. The high is going to be 24... so I'm not going anywhere but my living room couch.

Much love!

I'm leaving with sweaty palms
My spring seems eternal in it's own little way
But it's always out of reach
Of reach... for good

Saturday night is good for leaving
Leaving all the shit behind without a hand for you
A hand full of sweet roses... where I can work everything out
Everything out... for good

The love I've never known
I want touch it like a hurricane
I'm ready to let go
Let go... for good.

Strip the shit out
The absolute shit that makes my world go 'round
You think you're to strong to get close enough?
Close enough... for good?

Lay your mouth down
On a bed of roses where I can ravage it
My violent fingertips will lay your colors out
Your colors out... for good.

Let go of my fragile neck
If there's still a chance then ride it out 'till the end of the night
I'll get back to your color; a basic seam
A basic seam... for good.

The words that flow from your eyes
Your speak-easy eyes
There's nothing they can't fix
They cant fix... for good anyway.

Now... I feel like workin' it out
I feel like letting go of everything
Everything that hurts after letting go
After letting go... for good. And forever.

Via Think Progress:

REGULATIONS

The Bush Record: In his final months, the Bush administration issued a series of “midnight regulations” that gutted safeguards protecting health, safety, the environment, and the public’s general welfare.

Obama’s Clean Break: Hours after his inauguration, Obama ordered a freeze on new regulations at all government agencies and departments and the withdrawal of all final or proposed regulations not yet published in the Federal Register.

IRAQ

The Bush Record: After using false intelligence to launch the war, Bush “surged” 30,000 troops to Iraq in 2007 and vetoed all attempts to end the war.

Obama’s Clean Break: Two days into his presidency, Obama called on U.S. military leaders to start to plan for a responsible withdrawal.

DIPLOMACY

The Bush Record: In his first term, Bush — in contrast to President Bill Clinton — “generally avoided robust efforts” to resolve the Middle East conflict. Bush demeaned diplomacy with “terrorists and radicals,” likening it to the “appeasement” of Nazi Germany.

Obama’s Clean Break: Secretary of State Hillary Clinton rejected the “rigid ideology” of Bush and pledged to exercise “smart power.” Stressing diplomacy, Obama and Clinton “appointed high-level emissaries to handle the Arab-Israeli issue and Pakistan and Afghanistan.”

TORTURE

The Bush Record: Torture began with the drafting of a secret legal memo holding that Bush could authorize interrogators to violate anti-torture laws. Bush’s senior-most officials approved torture that, in some cases, lead to death.

Obama’s Clean Break: Obama signed executive orders ending the CIA’s secret prisons and ending torture by requiring interrogations to abide by the Army Field Manual.

GUANTANAMO

The Bush Record: Bush created the “legal black hole” that is Guantanamo Bay. He called the harsh treatment of detainees there “an absurd allegation” and was rebuked time and again by the Supreme Court.

Obama’s Clean Break: On his first day, Obama signed an executive order closing Gitmo in one year and suspended all military tribunals for six months.

TRANSPARENCY

The Bush Record: Two out of five FOIA requests filed in 2006 were not processed. The number of exemptions increased 83 percent since 1998.

Obama’s Clean Break: Obama issued new orders instructing all agencies to “adopt a presumption in favor” of FOIA requests. Obama is developing an “Open Government Directive” over the next four months.

REVOLVING DOOR

The Bush Record: Many former Bush officials “joined the ranks of the companies they once regulated where they are highly compensated. In many instances, they have helped their new employers obtain lucrative government grants and contracts.”

Obama’s Clean Break: Obama laid out stringent lobbying limits that will ban aides from trying to influence the administration when they leave his staff and will ban gifts from lobbyists to anyone in the administration.

WOMEN’S RIGHTS

The Bush Record: Bush reinstated the Global Gag Rule, which prohibited aid from going toward any organization that mentioned abortion as an option in family planning. Sixteen countries lost access to birth control.

Obama’s Clean Break: Obama overturned the Gag Rule on Jan. 23.

SwishEmbassy: In this short span of time Obama has shown us that he intends to deliver on his promise of change. There's no doubt in my mind that, while all of the above is an amazing thing to accomplish in such a short span of time, we haven't even begun to see what Obama is capable of. I'm looking forward to being pleasantly surprised over and over and over again.

This is retarded. This is has GOT to be one of the lamest things I've ever seen in my life:

Jock Soap? Jock soap. JOCK SOAP? Really? Yeah... really.

I visited their website and looked around hoping to find some sort of reason as to why they were different from everyone else. You know... like a soap bar that specifically gets rid of jock itch, or some substance that you can slather all over your nut sac to keep it from sweating, or a jock-strap shaped loofah. But nope... nothing. Just a bunch of cheap-ass products that bare the "Jock Soap Company" symbol.

All us homo's out there know who they're trying to attract, and it's one specific market: the egotistical gay male who works out for 30 minutes a day and wants to "feel" like a total jock when he showers off. And the egotistical gay male who would show off his Jock Soap product to last night's hookup by conveniently positioning all of his Jock Soap products throughout the bathroom so they can been seen... by everyone. And the egotistical gay male who loves the fact that he's using a soap specifically for jocks... because after all... it's not the sports you play that make you a jock, it's the soap.

I find it HIGHlarious. And what's even funnier? Their products are carried at one store in the entire nation: Lux in Memphis, TN. The website doesn't even feature it. Or mention it. Or offer it.

Sorry Jock Soap... but you're product's a piece!

That's right... now you can rate my posts rather than comment on them if you like. See the little starry surprise I left for you at the bottom of this post? Well now it's on all of 'em! I added this to gain a better understanding of what my readers like. Rate 1 if you hate it, 5 if you love it.

Remember - your rating on the subject, not how hot you think the guy in the picture is or based on your personal feelings (that's what the comments are for). Simply rate on subject content - was it interesting or was it a complete waste of your precious time.

Thanks. Now go rate bitches.

... DONE!

I love turbo tax. And I love eFile. And I love direct deposit. And I love Evan Wadle.

... and he loves me too.

So, I was going through Sozo's blogroll, and ran across a homie named John who ranted about the music industry and copyright laws. In his blog he states:


I love music. I love Madonna, I love Beyonce, I love Britney, I love Mariah. Yet, over the past years there’s been a growing issue. And that is the conflict between the music industry and music lovers, over copyright laws. Copyright laws are kind of like drinking laws: they’re in the books, but people still ignore them. People still download music illegally, people still buy and sell pirated CDs for less money. As times change, people learn how to fool the system, without getting caught, and it seems as if the Music Industries are getting tired of the game. In the process of condemning those who use get music, for free, those who buy it are condemned also. There are so many restrictions on where and when somebody can use a song. Most times, you need to buy the rights to a song in order to use it. The whole system is a total failure. People cannot use the music that inspires them as they desire.
I completely agree, John. The music industry has set so many laws into place regarding the pirating and illegal sharing of music, that people flat-out don't understand them and, in turn, pay no attention to them. What amazes me is that with these new laws, technically, it's illegal to record a song off the radio for personal use. Cah-Raz-Eee. But I have to say, if people want to use a song in a movie that they're charging people to see, then they absolutely need to obtain the rights to use it. John continues:

Personally, I think that there should be no copyright laws on music. If the music industries don’t want people to use music the way they use it, then they should not sell it. You can’t tell people who buy music, how they should or shouldn’t use. People often say that the record companies will lose money. Well fuck that, people give their own money to buy music, and they have the freedom to use it as they desire, be it in YouTube videos, be it in projects, be it on TV, or be it anywhere else. Some say that if there are no copyright laws, then artists wont be able to make CDs any more. I disagree. People still buy CDs. People still download music on iTunes. People still download music illegally. This illusion of a law that says forbids what is already happening on such a wide basis is absurd. Are copyright laws doing anything to change what is happening in the Internet with music? Not at all. People still choose to buy (or not) music.
Not so sure I agree. A good example of people being allowed to use the music the way they like in their YouTube videos is Shane Mercado. You all know who that is... the skinny little be-otch with killer dance moves that did a faithful remake of Beyonce's Single Ladies. Shane got massive publicity for that shit, made mucho bucks on YouTube, and totally capitalized on Beyonce's song. Did the record companies go after him? No. So even the record companies aren't following their own laws. Sure - they looked at it as free advertising for Beyonce and a way to boost record sales... but really... how many people actually jumped in their car to go buy the CD and how many jumped on Limewire? So there is an issue with record companies doing away with copyright laws. Those laws are what protect people's inventions. Art, in this case music, is in fact an invention and should be protected.

John finishes:

This whole issue I believe is based on pure greed. The greed of the music companies that feel threatened from the rising number of instances where these laws are found ineffective. These laws restrict people to how they should enjoy and use their music. People who have bought the music, have every right to use it as they desire. Nobody is telling anyone how to use his or her TV, or his/her computer. So please, Record Companies, give music lovers the freedom to do whatever they want, with the music that they have bought,

Thank you.

I completely disagree. The music companies have every right to protect their investment, which is the artist. The record companies don't mind how YOU enjoy the music you've purchased, but how you help OTHERS enjoy the music you've purchased. By offering it up on file sharing programs, selling it on the street, or using it in a video to make money, you are absolutely using THEIR investment for your own gain - which is not right.

As John says earlier however, the more the music industry evolves, the more we do. The industry can incorporate lines and lines of code to keep their music unsharable, but there's always going to be some nerd with too much time on their hands trying to crack the code. And once they do, the shit will spread like wildfire. So what's a company to do?

I'm waiting for the day when recording companies only offer the music on iPods in some scary complex format. Then all those Zune owners out there will be fucked... just like my next door neighbor with an Analog-only TV.

Today I am working at a property that is SO DEAD, it allows me to blog all day long. It's fabulous. And today, there's two of us here. And since I'm a regional here to help out, I get to sit back and blog while the property manager does the work, and fill in where needed. And since there's no work to do, we're doin' our own thing. What were we doing 20 minutes ago? Me: blogging. The manager: her fiance.

That's right. The manager pulled a "I'm going to go show [my fiance] the town home model of the two bedroom. We'll be right back." So I'm just sittin here chillin out, blogging away when all of a sudden I notice it's been twenty minutes since she's left. The thought of her and her fiance doin' it in a vacant apartment crossed my mind, but I quickly let that go.

Then they walked through the door. Hair a mess. Red in the face. Smellin' like vah-jay-jay and sweat. Lips all red and poofy. MmmmHmmm. It took everything I had not to react. And then her fiance made a bee-line for the bathroom where he washed his hands and took a piss that required... let's just say... some effort. MmmmHmmm. Then she sat down and looked over at me. I flashed her a big ol' smile and she turned back around knowing I had her number.

Then I said "do you mind if I watch a documentary on Las Vegas?"

"Nope. Go right ahead".

Now this is a story of sore losers. Total sore losers.

Ok... so your a team that "plays for fun, not for winning". Good for you and thanks for the cliche sportsmanship comment. But apologizing for your victory? C'mon! Tell the other team Boo-Fucking-Hoo, to grow a pair, and then to up their training program so they don't get slapped with another 100-0 loss. Gahd!

Oh... and we all know that even after apologizing due to so much publicity, deep down, your entire school is basking in it's glory. Absolutely, without a doubt, basking. In glory. Forever.

Check this shiz out. I can finally report the idiots who are driving too slow for my lead-footed ways. Finally.

... what do you all think?

Uhm... ok. It's been a big question in every gay man's mind. Do straight men do gay porn for pay? And if they do, does that make them bisexual or just there for the paycheck. My opinion? They're there for the paycheck and that's that. Many people say it's obvious they're bisexual and enjoying the scene. I usually respond with "if I got paid $5,000 to fuck a girl and look like I was enjoying it, you better believe I would too." Sean Cody pays his straight models just about that to do one guy on guy scene. Now think about this: You do one video a month, and you've just made $60,000 that year alone.

For my gay readers: Aaron James and Kurt Wilde (from Collegedudes247) have been in several videos. Kurt's a total power bottom... like the super hero for bottoms. If there was a bottom who could inspire - it's him. And Aaron - well - he just pops a few Viagra's and calls it a gay day. Without trying to revolt my straight readers (and I'm sorry if I do), I have to say Aaron is one hot top with a very nice, ahem, unit. It's not huge, but damn girl... that thing stands at attention better than any others i've seen.

As far as the whole - "we do it to keep gay men out of the clubs and to promote safe sex" bit - uh bullshit? Yeah... total bullshit. They're not doing it for free... and they wouldn't do it for free. I have yet to see a porn that's prefaced with "This video made possible by time donated by the models. All proceeds from this video will benefit the AIDS foundation".

And I'm a professional porn watcher. So there.

From Tyra Bank's Show yesterday (if you can bare to make it through). You decide:





From About a Boy and His Briefs:

"I know! I feel fat."

The picture posted with this quote:


My Reaction: Eye roll. Then a middle finger to the computer screen.

Just so ya know, AABAHB: You're picture was saved in my "Hot Boys!" file for my bloggy blog. Nice V sexy. And you're not fat... you HOT JERK!

Don't miss it bitches.

Tomorrow Prayers for Bobby premiers on the Lifetime network at 9pm/8c. It is the true story of a religious 1970's suburban son and his mother (played by Sigourney Weaver) who drives her son to suicide because of her inability to accept the fact that he is gay.

Watch the trailer, then watch the movie. I'm sort of hoping my mom happens upon the show tomorrow. I couldn't bring myself to email her about it.

... but then again, I never get laid.

Anyway, the folks over at inSpot have designed some handy dandy bad-news eCards for people who've recently been diagnosed with an STD. Brilliant - they're using the internet, for years helping people hook up, as a means to spread the word about public health. And each e-card features a link with resources to heath services, meaning help and information is just a click away.

Check 'em out - and if you're an internet WHORE, bookmark it.

Thanks!




Ok... the readers win! Only 24 hours in and I've already received six requests to keep blogging, so I'm going to. Thanks to everyone who left comments and subscribed! Sorry about my little drama fit, but I just really wasn't sure how many readers I had and how often my page was visited. And big ups to my best friend Jenn over at exhotgirl for posting an entry asking everyone to visit my bloggy blog. Sometimes we all need a little push to keep going, so thanks to everyone for the encouragement. Sozo, Rob, Hanlie, and Dan - you all rock my face off.

I hope everyone finds, and continues to find, the blog interesting and fun.

Please, any suggestions are welcome. Be a bitch if you want to... because that's what makes blogging fun, yo.

... actually read this blog? Is it worth my time? Is it worth me worrying about updating this blog everyday? I don't really think it is. If you disagree... leave a comment. I'm giving it three days.

Go.


... and Obama is already starting to un-weave the shitty web Bush tried to stick all of us Americans in. Fuck yeah baby.

Within hours of his inauguration, Obama had put a giant "stop all this bullshit" sign on the pending regulations the Bush administration tried to clear in it's last days.

But, unfortunate for some, the Bush administration was successful is some of their regulations. For example, the revised endangered species regulation that reduced the input of federal scientists and to block the law from being used to fight global warming - an unsurprising move since Bush's 800 year-old ass won't have to live through the destruction of the environment and depletion of our animals... and all us spring chickens will. The Bush administration worked diligently to get the change in place before Obama took over, rounding up 15 experts in Washington to sort through 250,000 written comments from the public on the revisions in 32 hours. Obama's not letting that stop him though - he is going to work to reverse the regulation but since it has already passed, he has to go through the grueling reversal process.

Now, in addition to getting us all out of the shit pot Bush has been stewing us in, Obama and his administration will be reviewing each and every regulation the Bush admins were trying to pass. And I have faith in every decision he will make.

... interesting. An international study of a new drug called, or concept known as, pre-exposure prophylaxis (PrEP) is underway on three different continents. This new pill temporarily increases the bodies immunity against HIV before a person is even exposed to the virus. The studies seem promising, considering the success of drugs, which taken days after exposure to HIV, have proved 80% effective in reducing the risk of infection.

Public officials are concerned, however. Concerned that if this pill is made available, it will cause sexually active people to toss the condoms aside and rely on the pill alone to protect them from the virus. And I agree. Rather than give the people a false sense of hope, let's give the already infected people a chance at longer life. While I think this is a positive step towards reducing the amount of infections, and it will certainly help, it would be great to see a cure.

Comments? Opinions?

I SO loved the fact that Aretha made her performance at the inauguration earth friendly by wearing a wind turbine on her head. Im diggin it. Go Girl!



I see trees of green... red roses tooooooooooooooo...

and we can now... FINALLY... call him Mr. President:



Thanks to Vanessa for the great story tonight. Here's the email communication between her and some douche nozzle regarding the sale of her car:

Some guy actually tried to scam me when I listed my car on craigslist! Motherfucker!
Vanessa

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Vanessa Cottrell
Date: Tue, Jan 20, 2009 at 2:25 AM
Subject: Re: Good : 1998 Saturn SL-4 doors (101,313 miles) - $1200 (Vienna)
To: Don Williams

Hi Don,
Nice try, but I'm intelligent enough to recognize a check fraud scam when I see one. What a shame that some people are actually gullible enough to fall for your scheme.

Go to hell,
Vanessa

On Tue, Jan 20, 2009 at 12:22 AM
Don Williams wrote:

Sounds Good Am satisfied with the condition & price. my mode of payment is through a certified check which is drawn on Bank Of America and generally accepted at any bank for cashout, don't worry about the shipment fees, I will hire a private shipper to make a pickup after you must have cashed the check and have your cash at hand. the check we be delivered to your location via FedEx or Ups within 1-2 business days, your full name which the check will be payable to and your contact address where the check will be delivered will be required. Kindly remove the Ad if you are interested in selling to me to avoid interruption by others. am awaiting your reply.

Don Williams
1018 Sam Road
St Martinville, LA 70582
Fax (337) 680-4010
Phone 337 680 4142
---------------------------------------------------------
Date: Mon, 19 Jan 2009 13:47:11 -0500
From: Vanessa
To: Douche NozzleSubject:
Re: 1998 Saturn SL-4 doors (101,313 miles) - $1200 (Vienna)

Hello Don,
It is still for sale. Here is a link to some photos. I will be downtown most of tomorrow but home the rest of the week. Please write back if you are interested in seeing it in person.

Thanks,
Vanessa

I love Julia Roberts. I LOVE LOVE her.



... is all pissed off at American Apparel for carrying a pocket-sized magazine called BUTT, a publication that caters mostly to homosexual men.

The mother and her 13-year old daughter were shopping through the store when the mom, who when noticing the giant black lettering on the cover reading "BUTT", decided to open it up to find a picture of a group of men having a delicious rimming extravaganza at Herb Ritts' former mansion. Not pornographic, but "very well suggested" as she put it.

The staff at the American Apparel store say they require anyone purchasing the mag to produce some ID proving their age, and that they keep the homo porno behind the counter.

This was right there, and whether we had to produce ID to purchase it or not, we didn't have to produce ID to look at it, and it was too easily accessed," Campbell said.

A few things here: What was this woman doing picking up a magazine titled "BUTT" in giant bold black all caps lettering around her daughter? And if she was so offended by the cover, why the hell did she open it up? Campbell says it's not what the average person would want to see, unless they were going out of their way to. Uhm... what do you call picking the magazine up and then opening it... an accident?

I guess I can offer up a high five to the woman for going public on such a non-issue. She's got some balls!

Comments? Anyone? Don't any of my readers have an opinion? Do I have any readers?

Damn girl. Nice goin'.

You know... I used to hate Britney Spears. I really did. Now... I can't really say I love her but I can say I admire her comeback. She's hit the ground running (hopefully Whitney will do the same!) and really recovered well. Her new album is hot and she is... well... hot too.

I even found myself dancing to Womanizer at The Compound on Friday night. And liking it.

Haha! Check it out - Chris must get hard every time the wind blows because humping the air is apparently a major turn on for him.

Beer Bust, 6.24pm

Skinny Twink #1: "I can't believe you did that, Michael. That's disgusting. I'm seriosuly sick... what did he say when you finished?"

Skinny Twink #2: "That it wasn't something he normally does, but wanted to try. I'll tell you what though... he looked HOT covered in it."

Skinny Twink #1: "God. You know he's going to break out EVERYWHERE... I mean... Crisco is nothing but fat."

... good lord he is a powerful speaker. I CANT WAIT!

HA!

From studio to billboard in 60 seconds:

I was researching Obama's new ride on the internet and came across some interesting facts.


The vehicle has:

8 inch thick armor plated doors (each weighs the same as the cabin door on a Boeing 757).
An independent oxygen supply.
An independent fire-fighting system located in the boot.
Pump-action shotguns.
Night vision cameras.
Tear-gas cannons.
A personal storage of Obama's blood.
Reinforced tired that are bullet and shred proof.
Steel wheels that can drive without the tire attached.

... and that shit ain't even half of the vehicles features (the others could not be released for security reasons). And it's all concealed in pretty little body. Cah-razee!

Top Speed: 60MPH
0-60 Time: 15 seconds
Miles per gallon: 8

These are some chilling details regarding the crash. As the NY Times reported, "soon there was a command from the cockpit to the cabin to 'brace.'"

I read this post earlier today on Queers United and was curious what everyone else thinks.

They call themselves the Guerrilla Gay Bar group. It's individuals who make activism fun by choosing an unsuspecting bar that caters mostly to the straight crowd and then visits the bar in hoards, turning it into a friendly gay bar for the night.

While I think it's a great way to show strength and get the straight folks to mingle with the LGBT crowd on a personal level, I'm not really sure how much effect it's going to have. I mean... is it fare to the patrons of the bar who want to kick back and enjoy a "straight environment" without a bunch of nelly queens dancing around? What would happen if a guerrilla straight bar group did this to a gay bar?

This reminds me of something I witnessed at Charlie's a few years back. On the country side of the bar, a straight couple had starting two-stepping with everyone else - just out dancing having a good time and not bothering anyone. They were obviously very in love and very into each other. Before the end of the night, this couple was standing at the entrance close to the bouncer - kissing, hugging, and being affectionate. The bouncer approached them and said "Stop it. If I can't do it at your bar, you can't do it at mine". So they left... and I don't blame 'em. I mean, here we are... the "all encompassing" gay community, fighting for the straight community to accept us the way we are, and this bitch bouncer tells a straight couple they can't make out in a gay bar? Puh-leeeze-ah. Needless to say, I was pissed at her.

Anyway, I doubt that "taking over" a bar for one night is the way to go about getting the straight community to accept us. Why? Because here's the reality of it: people who don't want to deal with homosexuals in a bar will leave and go somewhere else. It's that simple. That's why there's a separation of gay bars, lesbian bars, straight bars, martini bars, dive bars, pool bars, etc. Each bar caters a specific individual or group... and when you mix in some people who don't normally belong there, the regulars head on out.

What's everyone else think?

I've never heard of Gregory D. Lee before. But he's a complete idiot.

In this column, he states the only reason homosexuals want to join the military is "for sex, of course". If this is what he thinks, then he has some serious issues to work out.

From his column he writes:

Having openly gay men and women in close living quarters with heterosexuals would make straight soldiers uncomfortable, to say the least. The morale of units would decline almost immediately, and re-enlistments would most certainly suffer.
Really Greg? Because believe it or not, us homosexuals are already serving. And our soldiers aren't 800 years old like you - today's youth is much more accepting of homosexuality than back in your day. And re-enlistments suffer when leaders, like idiot Bush, sends troops overseas... not when the fags start-a-comin'.
[Y]ou need to understand that homosexuals predominantly want to serve in the military in order to have access to people their own age with whom to engage in sex. It's just that simple. It's all about sex, and not about serving the nation. It is not unheard of to have a lesbian officer coerce a lower enlisted woman into engaging in lesbian sexual activity. "I'm an officer and you're a private, who are they going to believe if you tell them I forced you to have sex with me?" Or two male soldiers go out on the town. One has too much to drink, and when they return to the barracks, he passes out in his buddy's room. When he wakes up, his "buddy" is performing fellatio on him. These are two actual cases, and many more like them have occurred, which prompted the ban to begin with.
Really Greg? Because I don't know anyone who would put their entire life on hiatus and dodge bullets and bombs just for a hot piece of ass. Sex between straight men in the military happens all the time, believe it or not. I couldn't believe it the first time I heard it... even when it was coming from someone who just got back from serving. The second time I was told it happens, I had to believe it.
I'll tell you why having openly homosexual military members in the military is an awful idea. Go to West Hollywood or San Francisco the last weekend in June during "Gay Pride" festivities and take a good look at what these people are doing. Then ask yourself if any of them should have anything to do with national security, and if they should serve with, or be in charge of you, your son or your daughter if they were in the military.

...Could the Army stop a homosexual transvestite soldier from wearing a female soldier's uniform while on duty? Should gays be allowed to form civil partnerships in the military and be allowed to occupy military family housing and adopt children? Is the military prepared to handle increased health care costs associated with homosexual activity?

Really Greg? Because I'm pretty sure the 50-year old man wearing a g-string, walking around the Castro district with a rainbow boa around his neck while flailing his arms in the air as he tippy toes to some Liza song isn't going to enlist. When was the last time you ACTUALLY attended a gay pride festival? The people you see there really aren't the type to jump on the Army Enlistment website the first second they get. And what increased costs are you talking about? I didn't know it cost more to care for a homosexual male than a straight one.

Greg - you have some SERIOUS issues with your masculinity and the topics you cover in this article.

And what the hell do you know about gay sex? Is there something you've been meaning to tell us... pumpkin?

Sorry everyone but I'm really not in the mood for blogging tonight. Kind of in a funk. And kind of entertaining. I'll leave you with this though... an iPhone in a blender.

Air Hug! And tomorrow maybe anal.

Thanks to Sozo for posting this. Great commercial!

Brilliant Commercial.

Have I already posted this one? I can't remember. If so, sorry and deal with it. If not, enjoy it.

... The official portrait of the 44th President of the United States. Suh-weet-ah!

"It's a sign of the times..."

Workers at the Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum in New York throw out some trash. Comments?

... I had mash potatoes for dinner tonight. Instant mash potatoes at that.

Thanks Jenn!

Air hug.

Durex has a unique way to show us the Diirrrrty ways of condoms. Be safe!


You know... Chesley Sullenberger III, the pilot of US Airways flight 1549, should be honored as a hero. I was sifting through the news of this incident today and I got to thinking... which, at most times, is a pretty frightening event. A few things ran through my mind... and I'd like for everyone to take a damn moment and think about the point I have so lovingly posted below.

Think about the pilot who's flying you're airplane. He is in charge of navigating a 970,000 pound, 2oo million dollar tin can that is made of metal, plastic, wires, and electronics who's wings are filled with 100's of gallons of fuel through the air seven miles above the earth, carrying anywhere from 5 to 500 human beings at 600 miles per freakin hour. And the plane isn't even his. That's what I call responsibility. And I job I would never want.

Mr. Sullenberger saved 155 lives today by landing a plane in the middle of a river. In addition, he walked the aircraft two times over to ensure no passengers were on board before walkin his bad ass off the plane.

Flying is still the safest way to travel, no doubt. But to be honest... I'd like to be responsible for 3 peeps jamin' out my car rather than 155 of 'em. Seriously.

I gave my notice to quit today at work and it was one of the most difficult things I've had to do in a while... next to getting rid of my Kia for my GTI (not).

Anyway, the morning was awful... I was tired and cranky... and not looking forward to divulging my news of quitting, being that I love everyone I work with, especially Lillian (my immediate supervisor), and my job.

I arrived at the office before 8am (which is a very rare case) and everyone greeted me with glowing smiles and great attitudes. Which at the time I cursed them for... I wanted them to all be rude assholes so I could feel better about giving notice. But no. They were all friendly and happy to see me. I dealt with it by avoiding them but it didn't last long.

At 10.30, four cigarettes and two cups of coffee later I decided to grow some balls and just go talk to Lillian. Putting it off was just making things worse... especially since I was in the back room laughing with my co-workers and talking shit about property employees. So I slowly approached her office and looked at her.

"Hey Wesley... what's up?" she said.

"Nothing. I have something... I need to talk to you about".

"What is it?"

I sat down at her desk after closing the door and slumped over in her chair.

"This doesn't look like it's going to be good... did you get dumped again?" she said.

I laughed and told her no... but that I had been offered another job. She stared at me for a few seconds with her hands still on the keyboard.

"Ok... where?"

"At Carlisle...". She removed her fingers from the keys on her laptop and sat back in her chair.

"OK". She said... irritated. Four people have left ConAm to join the Lincoln Property Group in last... like... 3 months. So understandably... she was pissed. "Well this is really bad news. I'm sad. Is this a move forward for you?" she asked. Now her hands were crossed over her chest.

I told her that it was more of a lateral move, but that the future with the company offered me a little more opportunity with wanting to move to Chicago and the money was going to be a little better.

"Well good. I'm happy for you Wes... I'm sad to see you leaving us... but I'm happy for you if this is what you want." I just stared at her... "Wes, I'm never one to hold someone back. You know what's best for you honey. I mean... I support any decision you make, even if it is leaving ConAm. If it's good for you, do it!".

I agreed and went into this long, outdrawn, descriptive, adjective-filled speech about how much I loved working for the company and for her. About how much I loved my job and that I had never been in a position where I had learned so much. About how I wanted to leave on good terms and have the ability to return if I wanted to. Blah Blah Blah... I puked all over her. She appreciated my words though. She also told me that as far as she was concerned, I was welcome back at any time. Then she proceeded to tell me it was my job to inform the regional team and properties. Bitch.

Anyway, I informed the regional team one-by-one and everyone basically had the same nice words to say: "We'll miss you." "If it's good for you, do it." And "you better keep in touch." Mike, my Regional Property Manager said a few things that were different however, and they came at a bit of a surprise (which rarely happens. I can usually read Mike pretty well. He's the type of guy you can say good morning to and he'll return with a "fuck off pretty boy" type of response). Anyway... he fully supported my decision to move AND told me that he would see me there in a few months. Hmmmm. He also said the move was a smart decision and that if he was in my position... he would have done the very same thing. THAT really solidified my decision to move... because Mike is the guy I go to when I need someone who knows what the fuck is goin' on.

So there we have it... my notice is in and I pissed into a little cup today for my new job. It's done.

Leaving a job should be this big a deal... I mean... really. I'm such a drama queen.