Music Mecca

I thought I should write SOMETHING in here since it has been ages. Inevitably, however, when I get to my blog account holding my breath in the hopes that I will be inspired to write, my face slowly falls into a dismal frown as I realize that I don't want to write - I want to eat out.

Not all is bleak, though. I live in a music mecca. This makes me happier than you can imagine. The smile returns to my face as I think of two concert events taking place in the not so distant future of this November. The first of which will transform me from an ordinary man to a DANCING MACHINE.



Please check out his music, because it will make you want to dance like a maniac, run 200 miles, and lift weights that are much too heavy for you.

The second is a man who can sing one note and draw tears from my eyes much the way surgeons draw blood with their pointy fingernails.

*sigh* Ray

Something I would Say.

"(419): dude you apologized to her after she called you stupid. you were like "no i'm sorry, you shouldn't have to be around stupid people, it's my fault"

(nervous laugh)

Breakdown

This song does weird things to my eyes...



Sara Bareilles, you and I will be good friends.

More Than Anything

A little some'n some'n

Sweet Dreams

It's been awhile since the album came out now, but I am loving this song. I might be one of the few people to say (sacrilegiously) that this album didn't do much for me. There were some good moments, but nothing that made me feel like Beyonce has reached the apex of her creativity. This song is different for me.

Maybe it's just how the video begins with the reverse photography reminding me a little of Michael Jackson, and when she goes into the bridge, "My guilty pleasure I ain't goin nowhere..." she breaks down into a dance that you didn't expect. The rest of the video is a little cheap and boring, but those two parts rock...

OF COURSE, Beyonce still sounds amazing. Singing is effortless for her, because her vocal technique is impeccable. She's never screaming, which maybe is why I'm always slightly disappointed. That being said, I'm willing to bet that her voice will outlast most of the pop divas that are out there now. *coughsKellyClarkson*

My Excuse

Some of you may be wondering why I haven't been blogging as actively since I moved to NYC. Some of you don't care. Allow me to explain why you should care. Since I know all my readers are all gay (and even if you're not, YOU ARE), you should know that I'm fighting very hard for your rights.

Here's my latest round:

Post by "Jordan" (for the purposes of this blog, I am changing his name so as not to cause him undue embarassment when he realizes he was wrong all along).

Just out of curiosity, when has the APA or any other psychological group, been immune to cultural fads?

Psychology, like economics, is as much philosophy as it is science.

"Accepted as a lifestyle" can mean "condoned" or "recognition that such exists without maltreatment". I'm wondering, if we took a poll among average citizens what view of accepted would be the preferred one.

And, yet again, IF one accepts homosexuality because it is somehow innate, then there are a lot of other things you are going to be forced to admit as acceptable because the person feels this is who they are inside.

Mary Kay Latourneau and her (on going relationship) with a (when the first met) minor is one. First, that is who they feel they are inside, so strongly that they have kept the relationship going despite jail time for her and, second, they "love" each other.

My reply:

Jordan,

I'm not sure what Mary Kay Latourneau's relationship has to do with me, maybe you can tell me though.

I think it's generally bad, as I was telling Gary earlier, to use this kind of logic with an organization, whether that be the APA or the church. None of us are entirely immune to cultural fads, especially when you consider that the church wiped out entire tribes of Latin Americans during the age of exploration when they didn't convert to Christianity. Events like this are not keeping me from finding valuable truth and instruction from the pulpit. I also don't believe either the Church or the APA are trying to wipe out anyone - although, it was one of my best Christian friends who told me (without knowing I was gay) that he honestly felt gay people should be herded to an island and blown to smitherines. I don't think you would appreciate if I lumped you into a category with my friend, who you don't know, and only has relevance to you because he's a "Christian". I ALSO know that you don't appreciate being lumped with a bunch of Christians from the 1400's who did commit genocide, so I will refrain, in good taste, from doing so.

Same situation here. I do not appreciate being lumped in a category with this Latourneau woman, whose decisions and life have no relevance to me.

I also think it's wrong to assume that all cultural fads are bad ones, and aren't simply new discoveries that human beings are making about the world around them. You have to figure that the APA has done more research with gay people than the Church has, so maybe they have AT LEAST SOME expertise on the subject. On that note...

Jordan, I would suggest that you get to know a few gay people. I know that all Christians aren't bad, in fact, I know many to be some of the most wonderful people I've ever met (conservatives - even the ones who've hurt me - included), and with that knowledge I don't see any reason to stand in the way of their happiness (despite their shortcomings and mistakes). However, you don't seem to know that all gay people aren't bad or misguided, which is why you are making some of the arguments you are making, and standing in the way of our freedom and happiness. Go to a liberal, gay-friendly church, gird your loins, and introduce yourself to some gays. We're REALLY not so bad.

Home Sweet Home

So, I decided this week that God was telling me that I should live in Harlem and not Brooklyn. It takes 3 signs from God for me to decide anything in life, including what I'm going to decide to eat on a restaurant menu, which you can imagine, makes me a real favorite on dates.

My first sign.


My second sign came with a little research.

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Coincidentally, this was really close to where I was looking for a place. I mean, it had to be, at most, 15 subway stops away - which REALLY is right around the corner in New York.

My third sign left me feeling sublimely happy in Harlem: There was block party in my honor today when I came home. All the children were dancing to my hip-hop songs, and using all the moves I use in the club. Of course, all the guys were dressed like me with my dirty white t-shirt, my baggy bootcuts, and sexy scruff. I mingled with the natives, shared my rum and stories about how I met God in the wilderness, and we all lived happily ever after.

Oblivious to the shootings going on right around the corner.