8 posts tagged “politics”
"The sickness manifests itself mostly through rumor, often in the form of the only e-mail your grandmother has ever been able to successfully forward."
Thank you Mr. Stewart and "The Daily Show" for helping to me to laugh to keep from crying.
M, my partner, is a frigging party nut. We throw the annual New Year's Eve Bash for family and friends. In April there was my birthday. I really didn't want a party, but I got one anyway. In May, there was an impromptu gathering (one of many this year) to celebrate his birthday. A big bash is already in the works for next year when he hits 40. But in between now and then, there's his "Re-Birth Day" to celebrate. No, not the day he accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior. I guess if that day comes (God forbid! You know, unless that business about saintly folks flying out of their clothes and cars and the days of tribulation are true.), that will be his re-re-birthday! His re-birthday is the day the surgeons sliced him open, reduced his stomach to the size baby's fist and in turn effectively ended my reign as the relatively thin and hot one in our relationship. Although I've lost that crown, there's still a bit of comfort in the fact that when he's celebrating the big 4-O next year, I'll still be celebrating the low 30's! Come November, we both hope we're celebrating the latter days of the Republicans' reign in White House and M is insisting on a party on the potential eve of this happening. Election Night. This is kind of funny for two reason (well three, if you take the electoral college into consideration. Damn, then again, taking that into consideration and how it sort of negates the old adage "Every vote counts.", it's kind of sad.):
- Despite my constant grumbling that he do it sooner, he just finally saw fit to register this year. Sure his nagging husband can't get him to exercise his civic duty, but two lesbians at a DC Black Pride Expo can.
- He was as an ardent Hillary supporter. He talked her up, but failed to give her the one that mattered, his vote (Did it matter? Honestly, I'm still a little fuzzy on this popular vote versus delegate thingy. A little less so than when in the voting booth I made my pick for the nominee and decided to play "fair" when to electing individual delegates. "One for you, one for you, one for you and one for you." )
- (Between Baltimore, Prince Georges, and Montgomery County, Maryland's true blue and the Dems have got our ten electoral votes on lock. So there's likely to be little election night drama in our state or narrow margin of victory to turn on the guilt if you had the chance to vote and neglected to do so.)
But if he wants a party (and I want a party), we'll have a party. In spite of that the electoral college sort of diminishes the individual voice, I told him that I wanted one proviso for those attending the party. They must vote. If you want into the party, you got to show me your little sticker.
Given the potential historical significance of the night, do M and I lift our kid embargo? Ever since the News Year's Eve party where the kids uncovered my our carefully hidden collection of adult movies and were introduced to the likes of Hussein , Francois Sagat *, Steve Cruz (hot little hairy fucker) and Paul Morgan (for when I'm in the mood for old school), I've switched to digital porn kid's have been a no-no. While that's still on the floor for debate, luckily I've already found a place where I can get appropriate party supplies.
*SFW and way off to the side note: I don't I like intellectualizing over porn-- or thinking too deeply about anything (It's make my head go ouchy), but I find it interesting as to how these men of Middle-Eastern descent (Hussein and Sagat) rose to prominence when we're at war in the Middle-East. And apparently (hell I own a few that indicate as much) Arab men are really popular in British gay porn and there's the whole CiteBeur (SFW, warning page) genre in France which basically a bunch of thugged out Middle-Eastern men having at each other. Break out my Bradshaw hat and the cliches: With popularity of Middle-Eastern men in adult films, I couldn't but wonder, were men who enjoyed porn horn dogs and hippies to boot, true believers in the old slogan, "Make Love, not war?" And if they were, didn't they realize that love, too, is a battlefield littered with IED's? Impossibly Exquisite Dude ready to blow. Sometimes in a good way. Most times in a bad way.
From party to politics to porn . . . when did I, where did I, how was I . . .
Dear poor misguided and self-loathing brothers Log Cabin Republicans,
I know you and your hags may have had one Cosmo martooni tee many and thought that this was a good idea, but no. Just no. You may not give a damn about our health-care system now, but just imagine all of the broken hips we'd have to deal with if indeed it started to rain septuagenarians.
Sincerely,
Felipe Anuel
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I knew Christopher from my days at door of Omega D.C. I used to give him the same evil eye that everyone get when they came into bar. It was my way of saying, "Don't start none; won't be none."
I knew Cookie from my days on the dance floor at Nations. I used to give him a singular side-eye and think to myself, "I must be really fucked up, because it looks like that queen stuck her head in cotton candy maker and gave it a few swirls."
If he weren't such handsome devil, I might be a little salty with D.C. Mayor Adrian Fenty for making Christopher Dyer hang up Cookie Buffet's pumps and assorted fright wigs.
