It's alright to dsappear for awhile

A post I am refaining from making over on the BR board-at least until I've cooled down a bit...Maybe I should just send the note off to the person that offended me-since it's not the first or I would bet the last time that he would do that. The good old boy mentality makes me sick and sometimes I wonder how I manage to live in this part of the country with all these gay-bashin, black fearing, shirt tuckin, back slappers.


I dunno whether it's just some level of sensitivity in me but I am getting really tired of the discomfort expressed about Brokeback Mountain (want to make a topical jab at someone-say the President-and use the movie as a reference point? I'm all for it) But I am really damn sick of this-"ha ha funny fag cowboy" movie insinuation that I've noticed more than once here--for a cheap shot perhaps I should point out the old adage about protesting too much?
Have you SEEN the movie? If you have-then feel free to make jokes, if you see fit. There are plenty of opportunities-and it's easy, much like (the far inferior both stylistically and story-wise, tho I did once share a bar with Stephen Rea which is cool but neither here nor there-The Crying Game) But if you haven't and yr just a homophobe and don't even know the contextual details of what yr laughing about then keep it to yrself. Because this isn't a rerun of All in the Family so it isn't funny. Yes, I'm calling this out-it may be unnecessary or overly PC-call it what you want but I think actions like hints of laughter at the very idea of the film are pre-adolescent at best. And-I am all FOR making fun of society's follies-it's a big time hobby of mine-but this is making fun of an entire part of the population and that isn't right. And maybe some people that read this are wondering if I'm offended because I've never bothered to mention that I'm gay-well, now, is that ANY of yr business? (****this would surprise a few people I think---I wouldn't post that part, just typing out loud***)

That off my chest now-I suspect that was a fine time to be had and I would've loved to have been at the show. But, I will make another one or two-and I won't die from my brakes going out on the way to or from there-and that's nice. Thanks for the set list and details-did you notice anyone taping?

On a related un-pissed off note I was talking to Daddy today. Ma's in Cincy with the "girls." I had pointed out how little trouble it would be for me to drive up there and hang out with the gang-all of whom are friends of mine (to more or less extents of course-it's a bit strange to share friends with one's mother-but you'd have to meet Mommy to really get how not strange it is). She said no. Mean old Mommy. Pout. But that's ok because staying in town allowed me plenty of time to sit on my couch and do nothing. One of my favorite pastimes-nay, my favorite pastime. I called Dad today and we always have groovy conversations about exciting stuff-like James Frey ("He was poor, he wrote a book and lied and now he's not poor anymore. I don't see a problem." "Pop, he's from Shaker Heights who do you know from that side of town that's poor? I WISH we'd been that poor when I was growing up." "Well, he's got a lot of money now, good for him.)
Other good comments:
"Quality of life is directly proportionate to cost of life. If you lived somewhere like where yr sister lives or in New York you would't have a very good quality of life."
"Now, I love New York."
"You love New York like you love the zoo."
This is pretty much what all of my conversations with my dad are like. We argue about the sincerity of the convictions of Rush Limbaugh (Dad SWEARS he heard Rush corpse on air in regards to the Kent State Shootings-- break character so noticeably as to be detrimental to the integrity of yr stage persona) and I ask him why he hates America. Then we discuss religion-he calls organized religion pigeon-holing and constrictive and he asks me why I plan to sleep in tomorrow instead of going to church if I believe in anything other than myself. Then we talk about food.
I am reminded once more of my cousin, who spoke of making brownies or cake should anyone stop over and then when they didn't she was forced to eat the cake lest it went to waste. I've done that twice this week. I certainly hope it's a feminine issue and that I haven't developed some sort of unfortunate chocolate deficiency treatable only by mousse and double chocolate fudge cake with fudge whip cream and fudge sauce.