Prejudice

I was talking with a co-worker and she repeatedly said how hateful and evil “those people” are. She was talking about Muslims. She doesn’t know any Muslims. All I could be reminded of was a time in Americas not to distant past were blacks were “those” people…Native Americans before that, Asians, Irish, and Jews. That is the only thing that I will say about America that I don’t like. In “the greatest country in the world” we still have someone with a masers degree talking about “those people”. In 2004 does race matter? Is there a 'melting pot'? Please personal experience...feedback wanted.

language arts.

Why is there a 60 year old white guy in my office that calls people dog...as in "sup dog?" The funny part is that hes serious. After I graduated and got my first gig, I
adopted a Carlton-esque work persona. I call people creeps, and say things like "I'm going to give _____ the business" (you have to be over 30 and know who Tony Dow is). Why do I do it? Because it entertains me...to no end. A friend from Jr. High called and heard my voice mail...he left two messages of laughter only...after that he left a message and said that I needed an enema because I was so full of it... The funny part is people accept what you give them for the most part. When I was engaged they just knew that I wasn't the type of guy that would have a bachelor party...and the other day someone assumed I was a Republican. If they only knew that if I was a member of a political party, it would be the Green party. And no bachelor party..huh???

at this space in time...

Currently reading: "In The Belly of the Beast" - Jack Henry
Currently listening to: "Rien Ne Va Plus" by Funk Factory…you gotta love French funk….

bamhozzled

I was talking with Lauryn the other day and we were talking about people and relationships. Why do people only do cool things when they are single? I have had ex’s that when I met them, they were taking kick boxing, learning how to sew, you know….just interesting stuff. Then when they get with me they quit what ever they were doing and wanted to know why I spent ‘all’ my time listening to records, making beats and playing video games. This is one things I have always hated about dating, no matter what ANYONE says…people steal your time. Back to the question: Do people change after they get involved with you? If so, why?

Prostitution
the World's Oldest ProfessionPeople who lost their virginity to a prostitute:
serial killer David Berkowitz (19) in Korea
emperor Napoleon Bonaparte (18)
biographer James Boswell (20) with London prostitute Sally Forrester
comedian David Cross (18) near Times Square
Gabriele D'Annunzio (16) in Florence
pornographer Al Goldstein (16)
author James Joyce (14) in Dublin
President John F. Kennedy (17) in Harlem
comedian Jerry Lewis (11)
fascist dictator Benito Mussolini (16)
author Leo Tolstoi (16)
author H.G. Wells (25)
author Thomas Wolfe (16)
Prostitutes, former prostitites, pimps and madams:
Heidi Fleiss.
Divine Brown.
Marilyn Chambers.
Valerie Solanas, author Scum Manifesto, shot Andy Warhol. Actor Hugh Grant has a prostitution arrest for being on the receiving end of oral services offered by Divine Brown.
Jesse Ventura admits a Moonlight Bunny Ranch visit in his autobiography. Andy Kaufman was also a patron there, and MBR opened a private wrestling room in his memory. The late adult performer Holly Landers also worked there before she made the umm, big time.
Timeline
1874
Prostitution is outlawed in Los Angeles.
1934
John F. Kennedy, 17, loses his virginity in a Harlem bordello.
1937
Jerry Lewis, 11, deflowered by a stripper procured by his father.
1952
Al Goldstein's uncle arranges for a prostitute to deflower his 16-year-old nephew.
1955
Cab driver Joe Conforte founds the 440 acre Mustang Ranch.
1955
Moonlight Bunny Ranch begins operations.
1985
Marilyn Chambers arrested for prostitution at the O'Farrell Theater in San Francisco.
27 Jun 1995
The LAPD arrests streetwalker Divine Brown for prostitution after she is discovered giving British film star Hugh Grant a blowjob in a white BMW parked on Hawthorn Ave. To be fair, they also arrest Grant for receiving said blowjob.
1996
John Wayne Bobbitt takes a job as greeter at the Moonlight Bunny Ranch.
2 May 1997
Around 4:45am, Eddie Murphy picks up pre-op transsexual prostitute Shalomar (aka Atisone Kenneth Seiuli) on Santa Monica Boulevard in West Hollywood. Unfortunately, this happens to be inside a "prostitution abatement zone" designated by the Los Angeles County Sheriffs Department. Deputies pull over Murphy's Toyota Land Cruiser, arrest his passenger for outstanding warrants, and release the celebrity.
2 May 1997
Eddie Murphy tells Entertainment Tonight: "I love my wife and I'm not gay. I'm married with three children. I'm not going to be out there screwing hookers off the street or anything like that. I'm just being a nice guy... I was being a good Samaritan. It's not the first hooker I've helped out. I've seen hookers on corners... and I'll pull over... and they'll go, 'Oh you're Eddie Murphy, oh my God,' and I'll empty my wallet out to help."
14 Jul 1997
Catherine Sheehan, a Beverly Hills whore, files suit against Jack Nicholson, alleging that the actor did not cough up the $1000 he owed her for sexual acts she performed with him the night of October 12, 1996. The complaint alleged assault, battery, and emotional distress; punitive damages were requested.
8 Jun 1998
The President of Nigeria, general Sani Abacha, dies of apparent heart failure during a Viagra-driven romp with three Indian whores. Abacha is quickly buried the following day without an autopsy or even a state funeral, fueling speculation that the general may have been poisoned by political rivals. Abacha stole more than $4 billion during his five years as dictator, and his widow Maryam is captured shortly thereafter attempting to flee the country with 30 suitcases full of American currency.
Mar 2003
During divorce proceedings against ex-wife Sharon, Neil Bush admits accepting some free Asian poontang on several occasions during business trips. "In Thailand once, I have a pretty clear recollection that there was one time in Thailand and in Hong Kong." Neil claims that the women would knock on his hotel room door, walk in, and have sex with him. He never asked if they were prostitutes, and never paid them.
ATTORNEY:
Mr. Bush, you have to admit it's a pretty remarkable thing for a man just to go to a hotel room door and open it and have a woman standing there and have sex with her.
NEIL BUSH:
It was very unusual.

good link.

http://homepage.mac.com/duffyb/nobush/iMovieTheater189.html

happiness

After QG's post yesterday I stumbled across this article...interesting...

What French girls knowYoung girls in France learn early in life that happiness is not as important as passion.
- - - - - - - - - - - -By Debra Ollivier
Jan. 12, 2004 "I've seen the way you behave with women. In that respect you are totally unreliable, but we could have an interesting life together." -- Pauline Potter, proposing to her future husband, Baron Philippe de Rothschild
My girlfriend Natalie is not classically pretty, but that's never been a problem. She has a little belly, but she flaunts it. She has a little bit of extra butt. She flaunts that too. She's had her share of romantic encounters, but she's still single, over 35, and has lots of baggage, including a 5-year-old from a previous marriage who's earned the nickname of Rasputin. In many respects Natalie is the perfect candidate for Rachel Greenwald's new book "Find a Husband After 35 Using What I Learned at Harvard Business School." She's perfect except for one thing: Natalie is French. "I feel sorry for American women," she says over the phone. Natalie is in Paris; I'm in Los Angeles. We're talking on the phone about love, lust, girlhood, womanhood. Somehow we touch on Greenwald's new book, which exhorts women to use the same marketing techniques to find a mate as they would to, say, launch a new brand of tennis shoes. "You, the reader, are the 'product,'" Greenwald writes.
I hear Natalie sigh over 6,000 miles of fiber optic cable. "Only in America could you get away with this type of lunacy. There is so much pressure on American women to be happy. To sweep away all traces of loneliness, to forget who you are in your search for a lover or a spouse. In France young girls learn that happiness is elusive; we learn that happiness is less important than passion." Natalie's comments remind me of a salient little metaphor: As girls we Americans sit in our field of daisies and pull off petals with, "He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not." Meanwhile French girls sit in their meadows with their marguerites and pull off petals with: "He loves me a little. A lot. Passionately. Madly. Not at all." Why does the little French girl innately think in nuances and increasing levels of passion while we're mired in the black-and-white of total love or utter rejection?
According to Christophe, a French journalist with a seriously lush history of romance on both sides of the Atlantic: "Everything in your culture is defined like a contract, even the business of love. That's precisely the opposite in France. I've dated French women for months before I ever really knew who they were or what they wanted from me. After the first or second date, the American woman wants everything spelled out: 'Are we dating? Are you my boyfriend or just a friend?' A French woman doesn't do that. She doesn't give much away. She's comfortable letting things evolve naturally, but the ball's almost always in her court."
Natalie concurs with this assessment. "There is a culture in France of the 'non-dit,' the not-spoken. What you don't say in France is as important as what is said. There are boundaries in language that create tensions. Even sexual tensions. The simple act of saying "tu" or "vous" is a boundary that invites intimacy or precludes it. We learn that we have more power when we keep things to ourselves than when we give things away. We learn that the art of seduction is based on innuendo and silences."
Innuendo and silences? This sort of quiet, coded game of love is entirely baffling to us buffoonishly direct Anglos, and it's partly what's kept French women in the sexiness hall of fame for centuries. Never mind haute couture or racy lingerie. French women are a bundle of alluring contradictions that seem to perfectly coexist, like the unlikely mélange of sweet and sour. They're often annoyingly coy and darkly wanton. Many of them are not great beauties and yet are gorgeously compelling in the way they reconcile their imperfections. They tend to be more concerned with experiencing pleasure than with being liked and far more passionate about having a life than making a living. (Multitasking does not rank high on their list of positive attributes in a woman.) Plus they all seem able to walk gracefully in high heels on cobblestones the size of grapefruits. Talk about poise.
This amalgam of qualities has given French femmes a singular sophistication that makes the dictates of Rachel Greenwald seem almost bizarrely childlike. In her classic "The French and Their Ways," Edith Wharton had already singled out this sophistication back in 1919. The French woman "is in nearly all respects, as different as possible from the average American woman," Wharton wrote. "Is it because she dresses better, or knows more about cooking, or is more 'coquettish,' or more 'feminine,' or more emotional, or more 'immoral'? The real reason is not nearly as flattering to our national vanity. It is simply that the French woman is more grown-up. [Wharton's italics.] Compared with the women of France the average American woman is still in kindergarten."
Excusez-moi: Did you say kindergarten? I suppose if Wharton were comparing French and American women over the long course of history, then we Americans would be the innocent toddlers. When I was a girl I used to marvel at French women in history books precisely for this reason. They led armies of querulous men. They were burned at stakes. They got their heads chopped off for being petulant little queens. They were sexy and bellicose and bare-breasted. Even the symbol of the French Republic, the fair-haired Marianne, stormed Paris with (if we take Delacroix's depiction of her as our reference) her impudent and perfectly pulpy breasts exposed. French girls grow up with this legacy of women who were utterly feminine and totally kick-ass; a legacy of bare breasts, revolutions, royal courts, sex, death, blood, guts and great hair. Meanwhile, my generation of American girls grew up with Betty Crocker, Girl Scouts and training bras -- and Julia Child was as French as it got. How unfair is that?
Perhaps American women are ahead of the French when it comes to liberation. "You Americans were grown-up feminists," Natalie says when I bring up Wharton's comments. "We took all of our cues from you. We were incredibly old-fashioned and repressed compared to American women when it came to feminism. But we never confused the power of feminism with the power of femininity, the power of the femme. Being a grown-up to a French woman means being complete, with or without a man, but still being in love with love."
Christophe looks at the question differently. "We're a grown-up culture. America is a super power but historically you're barely adolescent. We were dismissing the Church because of its corruption hundreds of years ago while you Anglos were naively embracing it. History has taught us that you can't rely on dogma or doctrine. Relationships burn brightly, then die. We have our passions, our human tragedies, our loves and our losses. We have a couple of centuries of living and dying over you Americans."
I suppose you have to call a historical spade a spade. We Americans are big, hormonally super-charged 13-year-olds raiding the fridge in quick-fix binges. The French are wizened denizens sipping Bordeaux and plumbing the depths of passion and pathos. To their credit the French, who can be exasperatingly pig-headed and irascible, do have a certain ripened maturity and an insatiable appetite for the harsh realities and curious lusts that characterize matters of the heart. This is partly why the myths of the French mistress and the Latin lover have endured over the centuries. It might also explain why the French are so iconoclastic, even quixotic, in their interpretations of love. I'm reminded of this sexy, baffling quality about the French time and time again. Most recently, it was while watching the Claire Denis film "Friday Night": Two strangers meet in a car in a traffic jam. They spend nearly the entire film in silence, end up in a hotel, make love rhapsodically, exchange a few words (barely) over pizza, make love again, then say goodbye. What just happened? Our leading lady -- who's not a great beauty but still lovely in an ordinary, je ne sais quoi way -- runs through the streets of Paris at night after her affair. All we know about her is that she's going to move in with her boyfriend. She's just left her mysterious lover in the hotel. Who is he? Will she see him again? Was it a one-night stand or the beginning of a long-term relationship? Our heroine runs down the street toward an unknown future, a liberating and strangely happy glow on her face. She doesn't seem to care. Clearly, Rachel Greenwald would not approve.

my posse's on broadway

me and some of my homeboys back in the day.

Ok, Im going to speak on this once and once only.

Iraq urges aid agencies to stay

Care International has suspended its operations in IraqA senior Iraqi official has urged aid agencies in the country not to leave following the kidnap of Care International director Margaret Hassan.
National Security Adviser Muffawaq al-Rubaiye said the Iraqi people needed the agencies badly, and pulling out would mean giving in to terrorists.
The appeal came as Care International itself suspended its aid operations.
Mr Rubaiye said he did not know who had kidnapped Mrs Hassan, who was seized on her way to work in Baghdad on Tuesday.
If they do [leave], this is exactly what the terrorists and these criminals want them to do, and the Iraqi people need them badly
Muffawaq al-RubaiyeIraqi national security adviser A video of Mrs Hassan - who was born in Ireland and has joint UK-Iraqi citizenship - was broadcast on al-Jazeera TV station, showing her with her hands tied behind her back.
UK Prime Minister Tony Blair and Irish Prime Minister Bertie Ahern both said they were doing everything they could to secure her release.
Iraq has been hit by a wave of kidnappings of foreigners since 2003 for political reasons and ransoms.
But criminal gangs have also seized many local residents - notably a succession of prominent doctors and businessmen - to extort money from their families.
In other developments:
Two Egyptian telecoms workers are freed after being kidnapped from their Baghdad office last month
A huge blast hits an area of central Baghdad known as a scene of clashes between US-led forces and insurgents
A US army reservist pleads guilty to five charges of abusing prisoners at Baghdad's Abu Ghraib jail
US planes fire on a house in Falluja, killing a couple and their four children, and also hit a teacher training college
Senior Shia leader Grand Ayatollah Kazem Haeri cuts ties with radical cleric Moqtada Sadr for encouraging his followers to fight US troops.
'Extra protection'
In an interview for BBC Radio 5 Live, Mr Rubaiye described the kidnapping as "very unfortunate", adding that Mrs Hassan had been doing good work for Iraqis for more than a decade.

She was well-loved by everyone
Tahseen Ali HassanHostage's husband
Security fears for Iraq Britons
Profile: Margaret Hassan
Iraq hostage facts
Profile: Care International
"These people, I can tell you, are going to alienate all Iraqis against them," he said, referring to the kidnappers.
He said the government was doing its best to give extra protection to NGOs, and urged them to stay.
"If they do [leave], this is exactly what the terrorists and these criminals want them to do, and the Iraqi people need them badly," Mr Rubaiye said.
But Robert Glasser, chief executive of Care Australia, which is co-ordinating the charity's operation in Iraq, said work had stopped since Mrs Hassan was taken.
"Our staff are not operating currently there, they're certainly not working there now in light of the current situation.
Meanwhile patients in wheelchairs gathered at a Baghdad hospital, whose rebuilding Care International had funded, to protest against Mrs Hassan's kidnapping, Reuters news agency reported.
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"She rebuilt this hospital in co-operation with the medical staff here and her humanitarian efforts. Without her help we can't do anything," patient Mehdi Jaffa told the agency.
Mrs Hassan's husband Tahseen Ali Hassan appealed for her release, saying she had never received any threats before the kidnapping.
"This is a humanitarian organisation which has been serving the people of Iraq for 30 years," he said. "She was well loved by everyone."





I would never defend the United States foreign policy. The entire history of the United States is one tinkering on fascist rule, always has from my point of view. But where in the Koran does it allow the beheading of innocent non-combatants? As I type it I realized that the bible doesn’t defend Americas actions. Disregard. Pray for this woman, and pray for peace.

the devil is a lie

Yesterday they closed the expressway I use to go home. I left work at 4:30 and got to my destination at 8:30pm. No road rage…I went to the book store, and there was this great program on NPR…more on that later. At that moment I realized that this is not how I will live my life…living to work. This morning I picked up a book that I have been reading off and on for about a month…I turned to a random page and read the following… “Our basic needs should be based on the fulfillment of our heart’s desire, not the latest style, or how to intensely fill the few ‘leisure’ hours we have when not working at a job we hate” I don’t hate my job. Actually it’s a good job. The people are swell and I enjoy being around them, but this is not how I will live my life. I refuse to by into the lie. The lie about what you have to do. I don’t have to work a unfulfilling job because that what people do. It’s a myth. Hear is what he book had to say about he myth. “This is your life- not a myth. Let your life be one that inspires myth making – don’t make your life a slave to the myths of the past.

ok kids...get your 'right clicks' ready....

I finally found a picture I took of myself that acceptable for the net...long exposure...shaking head very fast...as if saying nooooooooooooooooo!

Pass the Pink Champale

Jazz Money had a good post what she’s listening to…since Im a beat biter dope rhyme taker, I’ll use the same post…she also asked what do you put on/ listen to when you are trying to romance someone…that’s a hard one, I usually let the mood decide…it could be Portishead, or Jimi…just depends but here’s a few I’ve been listening to recently… 1 – 2 –3 – 4. I’m not naming names because you people should be dating people with imagination enuf to play something other than their old Isleys and R-uh Pissy –Jodeci tapes…or maybe some, Kenny G if they…sorry…here’s what Im currently listening to …

DJ Kool (Rock Ski)

I got that feelin...that funkay feelin...

So much to say so little time...I gave my TV a dirt nap and have gotten back in the swing of things. Hey my new friend outside of Chigao...if you are really into wax check out Waxpoetics...its the best magazine...or Journal it only comes out like 4 times a year. Been really getting some reading done...writing...planning...stay tuned....

Bill O'Riiiiiily uses a vibrator on himself

karma boomerang kids: live and let live...was Luda too "gangsta rap" to sell sugar water? No...behold the fall of the Right wing arrogant elitist bull$hit.



with his nasty a$$

Ella

I have always been an Ella fan... I was reaserching songs for a project Im doing and found Ella singnig about weed....gotta love it...

getting old...

This will be a reoccuring theme...last night I saw Casablanca for the first time...I would have never thought in a million years that I would like that movie...I had to watch it twice...I think Im going to buy it. The library is the best. I also got citizen Cane....WOW...those dudes really knew how to shoot a movie.

Pudding Pops and finger pointing...

Bill Cosby and Black Dependency Blacks are now speaking out about the black communities' dependency mentality. But to author, former international diplomat and award-winning internationally recognized journalist, Chika Onekama, there is nothing new there. Onekama is very happy about this development, because in his highly explosive and critically acclaimed book, "Capitalist Nigger: The Road to Success," he indicts the black race as a consumer race which depends on other communities for its culture, its language, its feeding, and its clothing. "Capitalist Nigger" charges that despite enormous natural resources, Blacks are economic slaves because they lack the "devil-may-care" attitude And the "killer-instinct" of the Caucasian, as well as the spider web economic mentality of the Asian.
Blacks should therefore applaud Bill Cosby, the black comedian, who Has created a megawatt storm of controversy during a speech he made at an NAACP gala event to commemorate the 50th year anniversary of the landmark decision of the United States Supreme Court in Brown v. Board of Education. In his brutally frank comment, Cosby charged blacks with parental Failures that have led to high drop out rates amongst black students, crimes And other social ills in the black community.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said Mr. Cosby at the Constitution Hall event, "the lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal. These people are not parenting. They are buying things for kids - $500 sneakers for what? And won't spend $200 for 'Hooked on Phonics.' He added: "They're standing on the corner and they can't speak English. I can't even talk the way these people talk: 'Why you ain't,' 'Where you is.'.. And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk. And then I heard the father talk. ... Everybody knows it's important to speak English except these knuckleheads. ... You can't be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth!" Speaking of blacks in prison, Mr. Cosby said, "These are not political criminals. These are people going around stealing Coca-Cola. People getting shot in the back of the head over a piece of pound cake and then we run out and we are outraged, [saying] 'The co! ps shouldn't have shot him.' What the hell was he doing with the pound cake in his hand?"
Elaborating further, Cosby said, "I am talking about these people who Cry when their son is standing there in an orange suit. Where were you When he was 2? Where were you when he was 12? Where were you when he was 18 And how come you didn't know that he had a pistol? And where is the father? . "The church is only open on Sunday and you can't keep asking Jesus to do things for you. You can't keep saying that God will find a way. God is tired of you," Cosby declared to loud applause. "I wasn't there when God was saying it, I am making this up, but it sounds like what God would say.
In all of this work we cannot blame white people. White people don't live over there; they close up the shop early. The Korean ones don't know us well enough, so they stay open 24 hours." Then on fashion, "People putting their clothes on backwards: Isn't That a sign of something gone wrong? . . People with their hats on backwards, pants down around the crack, isn't that a sign of something, or are you waiting for Jesus to pull his pants up? Isn't it a sign of something when she has her dress all the way up to the crack and got all type of needles piercing going through her body? What part of Africa did this come from? Those people are not Africans; they don't know a damn thing about Africa."With names like Shaniqua, Taliqua and Mohammad and all of that crap, and all of them are in jail.
Brown versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person's problem. We have got to take the neighborhood back. We have to go in there - forget about telling your child to go into the Peace Corps-it is right around the corner. They are standing on the corner And they can't speak English."
On sports heroes: "Basketball players multimillionaires can't write a paragraph.
Football players-multimillionaires-can't read. Yes, multimillionaires. Well, Brown versus Board of Education: Where are we today? They paved the way, but what did we do with it?
That white man, he's laughing. He's got to be laughing: 50 percent drop out, the rest of them are in prison. "On teenage sex: "Five, six children-same woman-eight, 10 Different husbands or whatever. Pretty soon you are going to have DNA cards to Tell who you are making love to. You don't know who this is. It might be Your grandmother I am telling you, they're young enough! Hey, you have a Baby when you are 12; your baby turns 13 and has a baby. How old are you? Huh? Grandmother! By the time you are 12 you can have sex with your grandmother, you keep those numbers coming. I'm just predicting..."(Why are) young girls getting after a girl who wants to remain a virgin? Who are these sick black people and where do they come from and why haven't they been parented to shut up? This is a sickness, ladies and gentlemen.

Ira

Anyone remember the cartoon kid that spent his time daydreaming he was a cowboy, jet pilot, or astronaut? I have spent most of my life daydreaming. The daydream usually depends on what's going on my life. The earliest daydreams I remember involved being a part of a large family...like eight is enuf or the brady bunch but with people that looked a little more like me. When I was younger the day dreams were vague. Around twelve the most reoccurring day dream involved meeting my wife in college, getting married, having kids and working on restoring my '69 mustang in the driveway of what I can only describe as a cape cod style house that must have been in suburban new england. As an adult my daydreams are much more frequent and very detailed. Painfully detailed. Yesterday the daydream was...thanks to David Sedaris...was to buy a home in rural France and restore it myself. Today after researching David...I went to the NPR site, and discovered my most current day dream. To submit stories to NPR...more specifically This American Life. I want to be Ira Glass. I have always wanted to run away form home and I can submit stories from anywhere in the world. Submitting stories for public radio I could incorporate things I love...writing, music...and being a research dork. I'm off to daydream...you kids play nice.

Reading...

ok kids go to your local library (thats right support your local library and save a few bucks) and pick up Me talk pretty one day by David Sedaris. I was listening to David on NPR a few weeks ago and decided he was so funny I had to get his book. Not social revolutionary but very funny stuff...very, very funny.

craigslist

is this the new casual "hook up" site?

Acid

Kids, Im going to let you in on a little secret. I have experimented with drugs. Did you know that eating nutmeg would get you high? Well from my experience I would call it more of a nutmeg induced comatose state. I have tried cocaine…I enjoyed it so much I can see how people sniff their lives away. It was probably one of my best drug experiences, so much that I will never do it again. I have probably smoked more weed that anything else…I never enjoyed smoking but it was always available when I was younger so I indulged just to pass the time. I stopped for good one day when I had some friends around from high school (this was about 5-6 years later), and they were discussing their plans to be rappers…and what set they would claim. “Im going to pick the eastside…Im not from there but that’s where I be all the time…” That was the last time I smoked. My favorite all time drug experience was acid. Picture it Sicily 1947…Fort Bragg NC…my roommate, comes back from NJ with two tabs…hey want to try this…at the time I was the urinalysis NCO picture that…I say yes…because that’s what I did at the time…try drugs, at least drugs that I had researched and thought the effect would be fun. I take the first one. Nothing. 20min …still nothing…I drink a beer and take another one…nothing…I crack a beer lay down on the bed and pop in My Life…a old cd that I had never listened to before that day…Mary J sings * I’m the only one you need/ all you have to do is trust me/ never be sad again/ I only want to be your friend*…I look in the corner of the room and there is Mary J Blige…in the corner of my room sitting on the floor crying and singing…the next 12 hours was the best drug experience of my life…when people would talk to me, I would see cartoon thought bubbles over their head telling me what they were really thinking…I went to go and play basket ball to get out of the building…during the entire game it felt as if my penis was out. Moral of this story, if you are a stable person…go out and get you some acid…youll thank me later. If you aren’t stable…don’t the walls will start bleeding and you might try and jump off a water tower or something. Any drug stories anyone?

old...

you know your old when you go to Walmart and get a haircut.... *sigh*

confessions...

Not u$her style…my style. I have always been a fan of street art. I think my coming out day is at hand…the problem is I only see it in urban areas…I feel the need to take it the people that need it the most….THE BURBS. Time to bomb the burbs kids. If anyone works in food service or better yet healthcare…hook me up with some of those plastic throwaway gloves. It’s time to say something and beautify the suburbs at the same time. I’ll be the one with the ski goggles in my desk and krylon in the trunk…think Handy Man*** at work with paint on his shoes…


***anyone remember that??? His cape used to stick out of his work clothes…hahahahahah “Never underestimate the physically challenged!”

randy...

for some reason I have been feeling extra randy for the past few days. Wanton, unscrupulous, lascivious behavior has serious social and moral implications. People have broken up families, contracted disease, and died over carnal behavior. An immediate family member was shot in the back after being caught with another mans wife. Another member (a mother of 4) died of Aids. My DNA provider admired his penis so much the idea of being a missionary for dick appealed to him so much, and consumed so much of his life he never was able to develop a relationship with his only child of 21 years. In a response to previous post QG asked how I was affected having a stunt double for a father. I think it helped me enormously in a positive way. Being a person who has always been fairly popular with women, and blessed with a healthy sexual appetite, having the father I have made me see it for what it is. Normal. Sleeping with as many women as you can doesn’t make you special. It doesn’t validate your looks or sexual prowess. Unattractive, unsuccessful, fiscally and physically challenged people rack up high numbers on a regular basis. I love my penis as much as the next whoremonger but I don’t feel the need to try and sleep with, or woo every woman I come in contact with. I hope this doesn’t sound self-righteous because I know that I am not a saint…never will be. I’m not a fan of the “Love Jones”, in touch with their feelings, “sensitive” guys…they make me want to grab myself and ask to see some strangers “tittays”.

limits...

who among you have Paris Hilton type skeletons in your closet? pictures...video???

Family Values...

First a disclaimer: I love my family but I don’t know if I like them…at least one side of the family.

So, fucking DNA donor says hey I need some help blah, blah…I’m like I’ll be there…no questions…I’ll be there. I drive almost an hour one-way to do this should have been aborted, pinky ring wearing fucker a favor. So I go help the sorry ass oxygen-fucking thief do his embarrassing ass favor. After we finish…well I finish, he goes into his usual pathetic bullshit laden rant about future plans for his offspring. I listen politely; ask the same ‘as if I’m remotely interested’ questions as if I believe he is capable of anything other than being a lying, disloyal, degenerate excuse for someone with a x chromosome. All while never letting my eyes leave the movie I’m watching…great movie by the way some jury movie with Gene Hackman. So other family shows up, and their entire time there no one said anything positive to/about me the entire time. I don’t see how people can do that. I would seem difficult for me to be negative to someone the entire time I was around them. Hate is a strong word…and I don’t think it applies here. But I will say that I would rather be tied up and forced to listen to the entire works of Usher and be subjected to the complete collection of Will Smith and Martin Lawrence movies, while being forced to eat potted meat, capers and pimento cheese sandwiched.

Fuck ‘em with had cuffs on. …up against the wall.
Other than that my weekend was lovely…all my sports teams won…I didn’t get to play golf because of spending time with my lovely, caring, supportive family above, but than that…it was a great weekend.

what was your first job?

Paper please.

That’s what’s up.

I went to the grocery store to get something quick to eat, as I was leaving I asked the bag guy if my magazine was in the bag…his reply was “dats whats up”. At what point in your life is the 18-year-old white suburban, bag guy more hip than you are? Was I ever hip? I’m trying to remember….picture it….Sicily…1942…sorry wrong show. Picture it 1990…surrounded by tea bag polka dot pants, rayon shirts, paten leather shoes, and fitted caps, starter jackets, with Jordache jeans with the bottoms slit along the seam so they draped perfectly over the Nike Cortez…I decide to rock true prep…

This post has been interrupted to make room for something that has really gotten my attention of late…
The Bush, Kerry Debate: I have become very late blooming political addict. I have been reading everything I can get my hands on, its amazing the amount of information that you can get your hands on these days. The US foreign policy is very interesting to say the least. I found the debate more exciting than last years (s)uper Bowl. I found myself screaming at the TV at points; I loved to see the politicians have to speak with out the ‘laugh tracks’ that they are used to having on their stump trips across the states. I was great. The best presidential debate I have ever seen. If I had a cleaner back ground, and didn’t mind asking strangers for money I would throw my hat in the race.