Big Fat Hairy Living

Toronto Star: “For those of you who have never been to the parade, it is not a bunch of ‘weirdos.’ Yes I did cover my son’s eyes once when a group of men with exposed penises walked by. Yes, we saw some transvestites, but I don’t think Scott had any idea that they weren’t women. But we also saw things that I wanted him to see.”

Translation: “Because I’m a rich white liberal yuppie who lives in a suburban bubble, I felt like I needed to take my son to see the Pride Parade to teach him about sexual diversity. It was really fun except for all that sexual diversity we saw.”

I suppose it’s somewhat ironic that it should be the day after Pride day that I get gay-bashed.

Walking to Eric and Christian’s wedding, I run into a skinny black guy with huge glasses. He was screaming “Sodomite! Sodomite!” and mumbling about how some god will strike queers down with lightning bolts. When I yelled at him to shut up, he lunged for me. I dodged him and walked away as quickly as I could. I’m not sure if he would actually have hit me, but I was shaken.

The war isn’t over.

On Saturday night, I went to Chris the redheaded muscle bear’s place overlooking Church and Wellesley for a redheaded muscle party. I got drunk, partied, ogled guys from the balcony, and had lots of fun. I got so drunk that I took off my shirt, and even kept it off once we went down on Church Street to mingle with the crowds.

I did the same thing on Sunday; I was shirtless all day, and the world didn’t end. (I even picked up guys because of it!) I still don’t think I can be shirtless unless it’s at Pride, but I’m learning to hate my body less and less.

Someone said that he’d thought I was Italian, something that many people seem to think even I don’t think that I look very Italian. He said that my juicy foreskin was one reason.

I like it when people like my penis.

There’s a guy named Dean Esmay who writes a blog on American politics. He recently decided to weigh in on the recent US Supreme Court ruling that legalized what that country terms “sodomy,” but what most people in the civilized world refer to simply as anal sex.

What amazes me is not his opinion on that particular case but his continual whining when people disagree with him. Most of this occurs in the comment threads that accompany his posts.

One example of his hyperbole appears in a comment thread on the “sodomy” decision, where he accuses someone of spouting “vicious anti-religious hate-rhetoric” for quoting a 1959 Supreme Court decision against interracial marriage that said “Almighty God created the races white, black, yellow, malay and red, and he placed them on separate continents. The fact that he separated the races shows that he did not intend for the races to mix.” Anti-religious hate-rhetoric indeed.

In the same thread he erects a straw man and beats it to death in the span of one sentence, implying that someone who thinks that the 9th amendment is support for a right to privacy is “not willing to base Constitutional decisions … on respect for the democratic process and the limitation of judicial power.” Esmay goes so far as to accuse someone of wanting to “applaud [the Supreme Court for] subverting democracy”. He invokes Godwin’s Law, accusing the person of wanting the Supreme Court “to be our Hitler-style dictators.”

Later on, Esmay tells someone to “Please try to get over yourself and acknowledge that decent people can disagree with you without being evil.” Ah, the sweet smell of irony.

The prizewinner comes in a comment thread for a related post on the decision in which he snarks at someone, saying “There is no way a reasonable person could disagree with you, huh?” This coming from the person who thinks that people who disagree with him on the ruling that overturned “sodomy” laws want a “Hitler-style dictatorship?”

This Esmay guy is a real piece of work.

Sue Johansen proves that she knows absolutely nothing about how to suck cock. (Link via Swirlspice)

I’ve been in a weird funk for the past few weeks. I’ve felt asocial and listless. I’m not sure why.

My beard has been getting thicker too. My goatee is reasonably bushy now (though my mustache is less bushy than I’d wish). With my fresh flat top, I look kinda cute.

Short hair + Bushy beard = Sexy!

The other day, I received junk mail from a charity begging for my money. The letter was printed to make it look like it was hand written, and a badly written poem by a little kid was “printed” on fake notebook paper.

Why do they think that they have to fool me in order to get money from me?

Rumors have been circulating in the geek world about new computers that Apple will be introducing on Monday. In a slip-up, Apple accidentally posts specs on their web page. So what does one geek do?

Create T-shirts at Cafepress. People who would by this should have their sexual organs removed so that their already limited prospects of breeding will be reduced to zero.