Big Fat Hairy Living

Yesterday, while I was sitting in Taddle Creek park near the RCM waiting until it was time for my lesson, I saw the cutest thing. A bunch of pigeons who were pecking at the other end of the park flew over all at once, drank water at the shallow fountain, then flew back to their pecking grounds.

Someone posted a long message to his livejournal complaining about how gay men look down on his monogamous long-distance relationship. Unfortunately he doesn’t allow anyone who’s not listed as a friend to reply. Here’s my reply.

But what I can never understand is the lack of support for love relationships within the gay community. More times than not, there seems to be an almost frowning upon those who are in anything more serious than a glorified roommate relationship with sexual privileges. … It is a sad commentary when someone can’t think passed their own perspective …

Different strokes for different folks. You have chosen a particular kind of relationship, but there’s nothing inherently superior about the type of relationship you two are in; it’s what works for you, and what works for others may be different.

You don’t like it that people look down on the type of relationship you have, but in the same breath you disparage non-monogamous relationships as nothing more than “glorified roommate relationships with sexual priviliges.”

On the way to work, I tripped on the bus and gashed my leg on the edge of the steps up to the bus. I had the nurse at work fix it, but neither she nor I realized how bad it was. I ended up leaving work early, coming home, and spraying blood all over my apartment. I was literally gushing blood out of my leg, spraying it on the floor, on the cable modem, on the bathroom tiles. I was starting to feel numb in my leg and light-headed, so I went to get it checked out.

It turns out that an artery had ripped out of my skin. I ended up having to get it tied off multiple times (the doctor and nurse tried to cauterize it, but it didn’t work.) Then I went home, to retire to rest and peace. I need to go back and get it checked tomorrow to make sure there’s no swelling or other problems, and I’m supposed to rest for a day.

On the way back from the gym I ran into some people that I know. One of the people with them was someone I’d never met before. In conversation, it somehow came up that he was a virgin and was saving himself for someone special. What is this, the 1850’s? Do people still think this way?

Mr. Dressup is dead. I used to watch him every day when I was a kid.

Candidate for worst descriptive sentence in a porn story:

Quickly, but considerately, I wrenched his buttocks further apart and drove my tongue through the poochy ring of his asshole and proceeded to eat out his rectal cavity as deeply as possible.

The poochy ring of his asshole? What does that mean?

This morning on the way to work I saw a slice of pizza on the ground with a hole in the middle. The hole had been pecked away by pigeons who had eaten the pizza.

Jerry Falwell, speaking about the World Trade Centre attacks:

The abortionists have got to bear some burden for this because God will not be mocked. And when we destroy 40 million little innocent babies, we make God mad. I really believe that the pagans, and the abortionists, and the feminists, and the gays and the lesbians who are actively trying to make that an alternative lifestyle, the ACLU, People For the American Way, all of them who have tried to secularize America. I point the finger in their face and say ‘you helped this happen’.

Richard Pryor:

You start telling the truth to people, and people gonna look at you like you was askin’ to fuck their momma or somethin’. The truth is gonna be funny, but it’s gonna scare the shit outta folks.