20030815
Commentary
Excerpted from the journal and edited for clarity
Having finally catch parts of an epsiode of "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" on NBC (I don't have cable), I can now comment. I thought it was very funny, too fast in changing scene, and I was light-hearted.
It may stereotype gay guys, but you have to consider three things: #1 As an unstereotypical gay guy/male/man/boy, I don't mind/don't care about the stereotype and thought it was full of hilarity that made me want to giggle a lot. Hee, hee, hee.
#2 Television is not supposed to provide you with an impartial view of culture in one show, it can't by any theoretical or practical philosophy.
#3 Television, in all practicalilty, is essentially a static content. It cannot change, and you cannot interact with it. Therefore, there is no way you could ever give the full depth of the gay culture and community in a manner feasible, unqueasy, and equal to the mainstreamed society. This probably reiterated and elaborated on the statement of #2, but I thought it was emphasizable.
[will update in future time, Mom is calling.]
Excerpted from the journal and edited for clarity
Having finally catch parts of an epsiode of "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" on NBC (I don't have cable), I can now comment. I thought it was very funny, too fast in changing scene, and I was light-hearted.
It may stereotype gay guys, but you have to consider three things: #1 As an unstereotypical gay guy/male/man/boy, I don't mind/don't care about the stereotype and thought it was full of hilarity that made me want to giggle a lot. Hee, hee, hee.
#2 Television is not supposed to provide you with an impartial view of culture in one show, it can't by any theoretical or practical philosophy.
#3 Television, in all practicalilty, is essentially a static content. It cannot change, and you cannot interact with it. Therefore, there is no way you could ever give the full depth of the gay culture and community in a manner feasible, unqueasy, and equal to the mainstreamed society. This probably reiterated and elaborated on the statement of #2, but I thought it was emphasizable.
[will update in future time, Mom is calling.]
20030813
On the Attempt to Officiate Same-Sex Couples in Meaning and Word
I feel embarrassed to talk about this issue, and I probably shouldn't publish this because I think it's a waste of time.
[content deleted by author on account of thinking that they are stupid and oft-repeated]
I myself am queasy about the prospect of gay marriage because there is something in the institution of marriage that sets itself up for abuse by many stupid people. I do consider that there may be a legitimate can of worms being released in opening up the definition of marriage from being simply a union of a man and a woman. Then I think, of course, there is always a can of worms with every change you try to take. That cannot be doubted, but to forbid marriage to slight a permanent minority to make them something less than humans is wrong. This may be the last battle we will ever fight, or may not be, as we can forsee new science that will be a period of another great upheaval to the ones we have had every decade last century.
I can understand that when straight people, who never had any feelings for the same sex, or simply suppress those feelings, could not hope to understand what LGBT feel, and because of that gap in thinking, they may refuse to consider anything out of the realm of their existence.
Despite the prevalent talk of how many straight men have lesbian fantasies, in reality, I doubt that marriage would be considered in their minds as something that lesbians or gays should have.
I am ambivalent. Each time I try to elaborate, I stop myself short of saying it. I believe that the LGBT would treat the right to marry with more respect that straight people do nowadays, at least until a new generation of young men and women, who didn't grow up in the struggle, treats that right as something taken for granted.
That said, I believe that gay marriage will undoubtedly happen. There is no question about it. As long as old conservative men and women die, which I hope will happen before medicine make them live long enough to stagnate progress, young people, who have already shown their support for gay rights will vote gay marriage into law. Unfortunately, the problem is that young straight men may not support this right, and so we must make every effort to change their minds, not open them, change them.
I feel embarrassed to talk about this issue, and I probably shouldn't publish this because I think it's a waste of time.
[content deleted by author on account of thinking that they are stupid and oft-repeated]
I myself am queasy about the prospect of gay marriage because there is something in the institution of marriage that sets itself up for abuse by many stupid people. I do consider that there may be a legitimate can of worms being released in opening up the definition of marriage from being simply a union of a man and a woman. Then I think, of course, there is always a can of worms with every change you try to take. That cannot be doubted, but to forbid marriage to slight a permanent minority to make them something less than humans is wrong. This may be the last battle we will ever fight, or may not be, as we can forsee new science that will be a period of another great upheaval to the ones we have had every decade last century.
I can understand that when straight people, who never had any feelings for the same sex, or simply suppress those feelings, could not hope to understand what LGBT feel, and because of that gap in thinking, they may refuse to consider anything out of the realm of their existence.
Despite the prevalent talk of how many straight men have lesbian fantasies, in reality, I doubt that marriage would be considered in their minds as something that lesbians or gays should have.
I am ambivalent. Each time I try to elaborate, I stop myself short of saying it. I believe that the LGBT would treat the right to marry with more respect that straight people do nowadays, at least until a new generation of young men and women, who didn't grow up in the struggle, treats that right as something taken for granted.
That said, I believe that gay marriage will undoubtedly happen. There is no question about it. As long as old conservative men and women die, which I hope will happen before medicine make them live long enough to stagnate progress, young people, who have already shown their support for gay rights will vote gay marriage into law. Unfortunately, the problem is that young straight men may not support this right, and so we must make every effort to change their minds, not open them, change them.
A trifle
I now recant my previous statement that I would publish a "fury of blogs" and just say that I am not going to blog that much for the next couple of days. Strange, I thought, how I adopt the vernacular so quickly.
Let is be made known that my support for the Democratic Party shall never wane!
I now recant my previous statement that I would publish a "fury of blogs" and just say that I am not going to blog that much for the next couple of days. Strange, I thought, how I adopt the vernacular so quickly.
Let is be made known that my support for the Democratic Party shall never wane!
Platinum is my favorite metal
I love the formation of new words, though I'm not sure what exactly to call that. I love both the English and the Romantic way of forming words.
English has words that could derive new words: boylove, boyorgasm (i'm aware of removing the "or" to produce another word with the same meaning), boycrush. Ah, I know it was not eclectic, but just to let you know.
Then the Romance, one word that I made up just recently was homopornucopia, which I hope can mean "gay porn of plenty."
Well, I'm publishing a fury of posts today.
I love the formation of new words, though I'm not sure what exactly to call that. I love both the English and the Romantic way of forming words.
English has words that could derive new words: boylove, boyorgasm (i'm aware of removing the "or" to produce another word with the same meaning), boycrush. Ah, I know it was not eclectic, but just to let you know.
Then the Romance, one word that I made up just recently was homopornucopia, which I hope can mean "gay porn of plenty."
Well, I'm publishing a fury of posts today.
Is never shaken
You know, I have this high school ring that my mom, in her powerful peripheral influence, had me buy. It was something I wanted, but not something I felt I need, deserve, or would proudly wear.
How it does mock me. For so long, more than a year, I have only scantily put this ring on, and only in front of the computer. I would never knowingly wear this ring outside of my room, or outside of my house.
If you readers want to see a picture of it, I will see what I can do. Please let me know through the three tools of communication that are available: commenting, emailing, and instant messaging (AIM: JanusRat).
Keep in mind that yours truly, Avati Luminus, is not good-looking, nor is he a busybody whose nose extends into everyone's business. No, he is just an introverted, whining, attention-wanting little pseudo-semi-quasi-bumpkin.
Lord, how heavy this ring is. What a mockery it is making of me. My right hand, on which the ring wraps around the fourth finger, is now tired, weary with the burden of the metal and the fake, though deep sapphire blue, gem.
I'm taking it off now. [struggles to remove the ring, succeeds, and puts it back into the black ring box.]
It was cheaply bought, just less than 200 dollars. Mom wanted to buy the cheapest, so it was uncustomizable. I just have the high school's name, the mascot, and a crest consisting of a harp, two criss-crossing thunders, a flying foot (it has wings on them), and a fiery torch. I have much to learn.
Do I like this ring? Of course, I would love to show it off if I didn't realize how much I thought it was so corny, or in my state, pathetic. Here he is, the little boy, wimpingly attempting to mimic jocks and cheerleaders, or even the "normal/average" people.
I don't know who's reading this page, and whether they are culling from it, some words of wisdom. But I suspect that something in the way I write, almost too intellectual, may be turning off my potential readers . . . I'll try to be loyal to the word, and keep writing.
Oh, sapphire, emerald, ruby rose! I must say I could prefer an opal or turquoise, amethyst or jade, or even the lovely onyx!
Back to the point: The ring holds a period of contention for me, but I want everyone to know that I have them.
You know, I have this high school ring that my mom, in her powerful peripheral influence, had me buy. It was something I wanted, but not something I felt I need, deserve, or would proudly wear.
How it does mock me. For so long, more than a year, I have only scantily put this ring on, and only in front of the computer. I would never knowingly wear this ring outside of my room, or outside of my house.
If you readers want to see a picture of it, I will see what I can do. Please let me know through the three tools of communication that are available: commenting, emailing, and instant messaging (AIM: JanusRat).
Keep in mind that yours truly, Avati Luminus, is not good-looking, nor is he a busybody whose nose extends into everyone's business. No, he is just an introverted, whining, attention-wanting little pseudo-semi-quasi-bumpkin.
Lord, how heavy this ring is. What a mockery it is making of me. My right hand, on which the ring wraps around the fourth finger, is now tired, weary with the burden of the metal and the fake, though deep sapphire blue, gem.
I'm taking it off now. [struggles to remove the ring, succeeds, and puts it back into the black ring box.]
It was cheaply bought, just less than 200 dollars. Mom wanted to buy the cheapest, so it was uncustomizable. I just have the high school's name, the mascot, and a crest consisting of a harp, two criss-crossing thunders, a flying foot (it has wings on them), and a fiery torch. I have much to learn.
Do I like this ring? Of course, I would love to show it off if I didn't realize how much I thought it was so corny, or in my state, pathetic. Here he is, the little boy, wimpingly attempting to mimic jocks and cheerleaders, or even the "normal/average" people.
I don't know who's reading this page, and whether they are culling from it, some words of wisdom. But I suspect that something in the way I write, almost too intellectual, may be turning off my potential readers . . . I'll try to be loyal to the word, and keep writing.
Oh, sapphire, emerald, ruby rose! I must say I could prefer an opal or turquoise, amethyst or jade, or even the lovely onyx!
Back to the point: The ring holds a period of contention for me, but I want everyone to know that I have them.
From the journal
Whoever threw that pie at Green Party Presidential Candidate Ralph Nader, he has my thanks.
Although I would offer my support for the Green Party California Gubernatorial Candidate Peter Camejo (what a mouthful!), I could never support Ralph Nader for the way he gave President Bush his presidency. He actually went to Florida to get some 10,000 votes from the Democrats to cause such periods of contention ultimately resulting in the most wise Supreme Court, in which Chief Justice William Rehnquist belabored upon himself to overstep the boundary of the Constitution, as well as his own supposed quest to give more rights to the states to legislate and decide among themselves, to give said President his unelected power.
Oh, if there was ever a time, a place, a word for which a good, righteous, wise, and all-knowing person (whether a man or a woman) can calm and restore the dignity that the federal government should have, even if it never was, that time/place/word should be NOW!
Whoever threw that pie at Green Party Presidential Candidate Ralph Nader, he has my thanks.
Although I would offer my support for the Green Party California Gubernatorial Candidate Peter Camejo (what a mouthful!), I could never support Ralph Nader for the way he gave President Bush his presidency. He actually went to Florida to get some 10,000 votes from the Democrats to cause such periods of contention ultimately resulting in the most wise Supreme Court, in which Chief Justice William Rehnquist belabored upon himself to overstep the boundary of the Constitution, as well as his own supposed quest to give more rights to the states to legislate and decide among themselves, to give said President his unelected power.
Oh, if there was ever a time, a place, a word for which a good, righteous, wise, and all-knowing person (whether a man or a woman) can calm and restore the dignity that the federal government should have, even if it never was, that time/place/word should be NOW!
20030810
This Above All
After some extraordinary difficulty, as well as putting off this post, I have decided that whenever several days go by without a post, you can definitely be sure that there will be a day when several posts are made at once, which is today.
I don't know why I can't come out, why I continue to closet myself, denying myself a life that I reveal only online. I have half a mind to delete this entire post because of one thing, that I am just unum e pluribus (one out of the many) that are also posting their "angst!", their "trepidation!", their "trials! and tribulation!", their "woe! sadness! loneliness! depression! suicidal despair! longing for recognition! longing for fame! longing to find a significant other! (or at least, a joining into the seamy, seedy, underground, heated, discovering, of the most twice reviled and most praised of all things, sexual orgasm with someone for whom you feel attraction.
Angst! Angst! Angst! The many stories of "When I grew up, I knew I was different." The story, at once, is both heartening and depressing. Will I never be original!? My, six billion people on this planet, a large percentage speaks English, and in that percentage, I must be confined to a statistics.
Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy!
Perhaps the most insipid thing is that as long as I remain in innocence, my post will just be the pathetic whining of a post-pubescent not-really-teen young man that still can't find a way to be happy beyond the facets of life that he finds reasons to stay so pessimistic.
Damnaaayyyyshuuuuuun!!!!!!!!!!!
It is high time, high time. It is nigh time, nigh time. Yet this prolonged bemoaning of hope against despair and hopeful despair against despairing hope just proves to me that I am more in words than in deeds, more inclined to "like a whore, unpack my hearts with words." The only alternative is this, is this that I must venture, apparently alone, into a cowardly old world, with my broken ears to catch snippets of sonal dangers, wailing and wawling that we fly the nests to end up in this horridly, unfulfilling world of which not only everyone is made of such the same mold of fools, but also me!
Yes, I am megalomaniac. Yes, I think myself special! Yes, I want to be so original, so different, that I refuse to submit to the mainstream. And yet, I find myself in another group entirely, that purports to be so non-mainstreamed that everyone joins them, so the only hawks are those conservatives trying to pass the Federal Marriage Amendment Act. I doubt that I should ever get married, because I could do so only for the right reason, and only with those that love me so much he would forswear any sex with any other guys but me. To be removed of that right is to do a great disservice and will release from me an ambivalent rage.
In the end, everyone will discuss exactly the same thing and likes exactly the same books, or if they do not, they will have within themselves such a mold from which other fools could be made, and one in ten of those fools will unfortunately be me.
Perhaps there is nothing wrong with that, and that I overreact at this swarming mass of the Net generation, younger and older than I am. After all, a sense of belonging is what I need, and without that, without true reality of looking into another's eyes and knowing that they know, I cannot count myself among the priveleged and all my words I've wasted in bits and bytes are merely spurious, ranting, and empty.
After some extraordinary difficulty, as well as putting off this post, I have decided that whenever several days go by without a post, you can definitely be sure that there will be a day when several posts are made at once, which is today.
I don't know why I can't come out, why I continue to closet myself, denying myself a life that I reveal only online. I have half a mind to delete this entire post because of one thing, that I am just unum e pluribus (one out of the many) that are also posting their "angst!", their "trepidation!", their "trials! and tribulation!", their "woe! sadness! loneliness! depression! suicidal despair! longing for recognition! longing for fame! longing to find a significant other! (or at least, a joining into the seamy, seedy, underground, heated, discovering, of the most twice reviled and most praised of all things, sexual orgasm with someone for whom you feel attraction.
Angst! Angst! Angst! The many stories of "When I grew up, I knew I was different." The story, at once, is both heartening and depressing. Will I never be original!? My, six billion people on this planet, a large percentage speaks English, and in that percentage, I must be confined to a statistics.
Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy! Oy!
Perhaps the most insipid thing is that as long as I remain in innocence, my post will just be the pathetic whining of a post-pubescent not-really-teen young man that still can't find a way to be happy beyond the facets of life that he finds reasons to stay so pessimistic.
Damnaaayyyyshuuuuuun!!!!!!!!!!!
It is high time, high time. It is nigh time, nigh time. Yet this prolonged bemoaning of hope against despair and hopeful despair against despairing hope just proves to me that I am more in words than in deeds, more inclined to "like a whore, unpack my hearts with words." The only alternative is this, is this that I must venture, apparently alone, into a cowardly old world, with my broken ears to catch snippets of sonal dangers, wailing and wawling that we fly the nests to end up in this horridly, unfulfilling world of which not only everyone is made of such the same mold of fools, but also me!
Yes, I am megalomaniac. Yes, I think myself special! Yes, I want to be so original, so different, that I refuse to submit to the mainstream. And yet, I find myself in another group entirely, that purports to be so non-mainstreamed that everyone joins them, so the only hawks are those conservatives trying to pass the Federal Marriage Amendment Act. I doubt that I should ever get married, because I could do so only for the right reason, and only with those that love me so much he would forswear any sex with any other guys but me. To be removed of that right is to do a great disservice and will release from me an ambivalent rage.
In the end, everyone will discuss exactly the same thing and likes exactly the same books, or if they do not, they will have within themselves such a mold from which other fools could be made, and one in ten of those fools will unfortunately be me.
Perhaps there is nothing wrong with that, and that I overreact at this swarming mass of the Net generation, younger and older than I am. After all, a sense of belonging is what I need, and without that, without true reality of looking into another's eyes and knowing that they know, I cannot count myself among the priveleged and all my words I've wasted in bits and bytes are merely spurious, ranting, and empty.
Sum Avitus Lumini.
(Latin: I am the bird of light.)
Yo soy un p?jaro de luz, el luz de todos los p?jaros.
(Spanish: I am one little bird of light, the light of all the little birds.)
(Latin: I am the bird of light.)
Yo soy un p?jaro de luz, el luz de todos los p?jaros.
(Spanish: I am one little bird of light, the light of all the little birds.)
America the Beautiful
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above thy fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O Canada
O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
The Pride Anthem
As we march upon this street today,
We will stand against all fear,
And begin to claim our promised rights,
That were paid for with our tears.
For this land of freedom we have fought,
In its struggles we have died,
In the hopes that truth would someday reign,
For our rights so long denied.
O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above thy fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
O Canada
O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
The Pride Anthem
As we march upon this street today,
We will stand against all fear,
And begin to claim our promised rights,
That were paid for with our tears.
For this land of freedom we have fought,
In its struggles we have died,
In the hopes that truth would someday reign,
For our rights so long denied.
