A couple articles that interested me

So over the last couple days, a couple articles have come up that really interest me. One of these is about the crisis happening in Kenya against the two men who secretly got married. So much crime is taking place toward gay men right now that we need to acknowledge this is occurring.
http://http://www.365gay.com/news/anti-gay-sentiment-growing-in-kenya/


The other article that I enjoyed was this editorial in the New York Times today that discussed who gets disclaimed as "brilliant" and who is the ones that make the announcement.
http://http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/23/opinion/l23brooks.html?ref=todayspaper

It happens to us all

It happens to all of us; That moment where there has been a change in our lives and we refuse to accept it for anything but the largest travesty on the face of the earth. For me, it was my 22nd birthday sitting in Shalice’s car at 5a.m. bawling my eyes out because I was gay. Well, not so much because I was gay as opposed to the fact that I was bad at it and I was never going to find love. Keep in mind, I was 22 and had only come out of the closet to everyone 2 months prior.
I was talking to my friend Betty a few days ago, and we got talking about how much we missed of each other in the last ten years. It got me thinking about what people specifically missed out on and there really are complete parts of my life that are unknown to people back home. I mean, its obvious that this is something that happens in all of our lives but to actually acknowledge it, that makes it become alive.
This moment with Shalice, from a birthday I don’t remember too much about, is a reminder that my friends back home didn’t have a whole lot to do with me coming to terms with being homosexual. Yes, they definitely had moments, like Dolly leaving me in Madison that one Christmas break so I could go with that guy from Chicago. Those moments they got back home, but for the most part, they didn’t get the loneliness, and the confusion like Shalice, Tara, and the rest of the Vegas crew did. That is something that I will always be in their debt for. Especially to Keith, for bearing the gay bars with me with no safety net. I bet his ass still tightens up when he hears Deborah Cox’s voice.
As for that moment though, Shalice stayed with me until I pulled myself together and was done whimpering “I don’t want to be gay”. That right there is full reason enough to realize that being gay is no choice. No person chooses to sit in a car for hours, crying their eyes out, because they chose to be attracted to the same sex.

Just a moment in life

This week has been challenging. Not just to me, but to quite a few people. It's so dumb founding to think that this moment, just this moment is hard. The next moment may be more difficult, or will be one of the most life changing happening in your entire life. Its a crap shoot that I love getting thrilled by. But, as for this moment, its a little challenging. I guess I don't have to much to talk about today. Sleep and then I'll add a couple more samples of my new book. Have a good night. I'll leave you with some "old school" steppin music.


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Some interesting points made this last work in our LGBT community

I just wanted to post a couple articles that give some interesting knowledge on everything going on with our rights. With Collin Powell and John McCain sticking their two cents in our lives and not as many voices of our community speaking up because of fear of retribution, I feel we need to keep ourselves educated. Unfortunately we've got so much coming at us every second, that is difficult. Here are some articles that have popped out to me and the articles give a lot of information in one spot. If you're trying to catch up, the may help. Any way, have a great week.






http://http//www.nytimes.com/2010/02/07/world/americas/07mexico.html?scp=1&sq=Mexico%20City%20same-sex%20marriage&st=csescp=1&sq=Mexico%20City%20same-sex%20marriage&st=cse

http://http//www.365gay.com/news/corvino-why-conservatives-should-want-gay-parents-to-marry/

http://http//www.nytimes.com/2010/02/07/opinion/07rich.html

Home for a fast weekend.

I'm home for the weekend to see my family, mostly my mother and my new nephew. While I'm here, I will do a little promoting for the show. All I can say though it is a fast trip. So, with that, I'll leave you. I'll have more time to write later.

Thank you for reading everyone.

Push Push in the Bush

There are just some parts of college that we are unable to tell people about because there is no way that the people we told would ever understand. This is just the case. One night, drunk at work in my senior year of college, a bunch of us came across this song on the juke box. It was then our anthem for the rest of the year. It saw us through, "Hey everyone, its Gregg Potter's Birthday" to "Do you like to be hurt?" Response:"Physically or Metaphorically?" Thank you Rainbow Lounge for all your wonders...


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Oh our ladies

I just posted this on my facebook but wanted to put it here too. Giving equal rights to everyone is equal. Why is this simple thought so difficult in a country thats very being was set on this foundation. Any way, I enjoy the way these ladies say it better.

Have a good night everyone.

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Spaghetti Bowl and Ed McMahon

Ed McMahon is on the Howard Stern Show telling me that there are no jobs in Las Vegas because of 9/11. Well fuck you Mr. McMahon. I’m just arriving to Vegas, as in arriving because my car is full, arriving to Vegas because at this moment, I’m trying to get to my new apartment before my roommate leaves for work. Ed McMahon is not helping my nervous breakdown while I am stuck in the spaghetti bowl in a traffic jam at 6:00. Ed McMahon is not helping because I have not slept in twenty eight hours. Ed McMahon is, is on the Howard Stern Show. Why the hell is Ed McMahon on the Howard Stern Show? Why not, this is Vegas!
Looking back at this moment, I realized that I was probably putting myself at great risk driving that far, for that long with no sleep, but I was on a mission. This was my great trek west. I was formally declaring my independence by driving this entire way and moving to Vegas.
Well, with the help of Howard Stern and Ed McMahon toward the end of my trip, I made it to Vegas in one piece. As I fell into some traffic as I entered the strip area, I was listening to the local radio announcer tell me “There was an abrupt stop of traffic near Sahara and the Spaghetti Bowl.” Well I could see the Sahara exit but it was years later till I realized that the “Spaghetti Bowl” wasn’t as much a place where a football game was played as it was an intersection with 3 major service streets and 3 of the freeways that run through Las Vegas. Hence Spaghetti Bowl. Who knew?
I reached my new apartment about ten minutes before my roommate, who I had only met once, was on his way to work. What a second experience that must have been for him? Who is this very naive Wisconsin kid and where was the put together, knowledgeable vacationer I met only a month prior? Well that person was not there with me. I arrived, was a panic and had no clue what to do next. He gave me a key, told me to park in his spot so it was easy to move my things, and get some sleep. How interesting to think of myself on that very morning. It is someone that I don’t even recognize. I had no clue, not even in the slightest. No clue what I wanted to do, no clue about income, and no clue about who I was. I was a white canvas.
I did exactly what he said. I moved all my stuff into the apartment, took a shower, called my mother, and then took a nap. When I woke up, I realized that I had moved to this city of 3 million people and I knew no one. NOT A SOUL.