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The Debut of The Face of Gay 1 (Anonymous)

Saturday, June 30th, 2012

A month or two ago, I extended the invitation for anyone to write a guest blog post for a series I wanted to start called The Face of Gay. This was in anticipation of hostilities increasing after President Obama declared his support of legalizing gay marriage. If enough people were to come forward, offer their stories of what they or someone else have gone through as a member of the GLBT community or supporter of it, then perhaps it might help to educate others and even change a few minds. Each submission could even remain anonymous.

I received one reply.

That’s not a complaint and I think after you read it, you’ll understand why. Even the author of the piece admits it only scratches the surface, but what’s there is a beautiful representation of the kinds of stories we never hear about. I thank the author of this post for sharing it and hope others will come forward, too.

The Subconscious Pookalicious Wookie Buns & the Tale of the Asian Muse

Thursday, June 28th, 2012

I used to be told I was borderline crabby some of the time. People said that, but they didn’t really mean it. Nope. What they were really saying is I was downright crabby most of the time, only they were being nice because of that whole aforementioned crabby thing. You don’t poke a dog with a stick when he looks like he’s not in the mood. You gently rub behind his ears and subtly suggest he stop acting like a beyotch. This is the third week since resigning from my previous job and the changes I’ve been able to implement thus far have improved my mood, cut down on my use of obscenities and the involuntary constant blinking while also improving the relationship with my muse. More on that shortly. I still wake up early each morning to call Pookie, make sure he wakes up for work and have the pleasure of dealing with his ever-conniving subconscious personality.

The Author Formerly Known As The Actor

Monday, June 25th, 2012

I think I may have mentioned once before quite some time back my brief stint in acting when I was in junior high and high school. If you don’t remember it because you’ve only recently tuned in, bonus! If you do remember or kinda sorta hazily remember, I didn’t have pictures back then and I do now! No, it wasn’t anything professional. The pictures aren’t either. Mom took them and we didn’t exactly have digital cameras back then. As for the plays, they were school productions and that’s what I ended up getting my letter in. Yes, I’m a thespian. It just sounds delightfully dirty, doesn’t it? Let’s move on, shall we?

Classic Blog Post: Into the Lair of the Grandmonster (Day 5)

Saturday, June 23rd, 2012

Original Publication Date: Jan 30, 2009

Commence Recording
“This time, it’s war!” Aliens

5 days of bliss is apparently 5 days too many. Yes, folks, war was declared today and it started off so splendidly…maybe evenly. At least not unexpectedly. We woke up around 8 a.m., had a nice cup of tea together as a group and then hastened out to do our 2009 Hong Kong bank tour. During each visit, the Grandmonster forces us to wander around from one bank to the next in order for her to show off her first born grandson (if you’re not first born, you so screeeeeeeewed!) to workers who could care less, move money around and otherwise kill an entire perfectly decent morning. It is, as Pookie explains, the way of things. I’ve come to think of it as ‘the charming way of EVIL’.

That’s not the bad part.

Confessions Of A Recently Semi-Finely Aged 42 Year Old

Thursday, June 21st, 2012

Birthdays have always been a big thing in my family. It would be easy to chalk it up to me being an only child and my parents overcompensating a bit, only my mother’s side of the family has always done them up with style, class and fun. I believe, perhaps, it had to do with them having so little good in life growing up, so they created it where they could. It’s a tradition that I’ve been happy to carry on, though it’s been much to Pookie’s annoyance. His family never really celebrate birthdays like we did. Maybe it was because his father was military or maybe because they didn’t have much money, but he and I are on complete opposite ends of the spectrum on this one. heh heh heh It may not have helped my cause this year since I had a bet going with several friends on Facebook as to whether or not he’d remember it was my birthday. Let me explain…

Excuse Me, Sweetie? You Look Like A Stuffed Sausage.

Monday, June 18th, 2012

My father used to enjoy taking me to the mall when I was a teenager only because he didn’t feel the need to keep his sarcastic comments to himself. “Look at all these teenyboppers,” he’d mutter just loud enough to for me to hear. “What is up with that hair?” It was the eighties and we did hair big back then. Well, other people did. I didn’t. I tried. Let’s just say I didn’t succeed. That and I couldn’t compete with the guys who followed the hair bands of the eighties, like Poison, Whitesnake, Bon Jovi and Def Leppard. How did my shaggy peers ever get laid back then? You couldn’t even see their face. And why am I bringing this up now? Because I’m continuing to go through some of my photo albums and am just amazed at how we all looked way back when.

Classic Blog Post: Into The Lair of the Grandmonster (Day 4)

Saturday, June 16th, 2012

Original Publication Date: Jan 29, 2009

Commence Recording
Kage’s Vacation Log Date 1/28/09

“Push it. Push it real good!”

It’s funny how one day begins versus how it ends. Wednesday began somewhat peacefully and then not so much at the end. Let me explain.

Breakfast, tea, no Deli France yet, then off to the Post Office, which was still closed. So we ventured into the subway and took it to Time Square, a huge shopping mall with the world’s tallest Christmas tree during the holiday season. But we didn’t go there to see the space the aforementioned tree no longer occupied. That would be a little odd. No. Instead, we went for the almighty food court! Yes, it was nummy time!

Sheraton Republicans & A Husky Bear With A Big Basket

Thursday, June 14th, 2012

Did you know I have an agenda? At least I’m told I do, which is odd because I’m not fond of agendas. If you have an agenda, it usually means there’s a meeting in your future and that means taking notes. I’m not a note taker. And if you take notes, that means you have to send your notes out. Here’s a thought…take your own notes. Anyway, back to this agenda thing. This guy who keeps e-mailing me, Eugene Delgaudio, insists that homosexuals–of which I am apparently one–have this agenda thing where we’re trying to get gay marriage passed in the United States. Right. Um…does that mean it IS the agenda or it’s ON the agenda? I get confused pretty easily. And quite frankly, I’m so sick of hearing about this that I figured I should spend some time delving into my past in an attempt to discover just I how I opted into this whole being a homosexual thing…with pictures! Let’s have some fun.

I’ve Never Gone Anywhere! Well, except London, Germany, Japan…

Monday, June 11th, 2012

I’ve had a pet side-project I’ve been wanting to work on for the last two years and I finally started it over the weekend. For those of you who haven’t already seen them, I scanned in and posted on Facebook a substantial number of pictures from over the years and there’s a huge number of them left to go. Going through them has not only been a bit nostalgic, but it’s also served as a reminder of who I am today based on where I’ve been. So, I figured I’d scan a few more in today as a teaser of things to come that aren’t currently posted anywhere yet. I also suspect it’ll give me a few stories to share in blog posts. And speaking of sharing, I’m including a little note at the end here that I sent out last week just before I left work for the last time. Want to know how somebody who writes comedy signs off? You will. (more…)

Classic Blog Post: Into The Lair of the Grandmonster (Day 3)

Saturday, June 9th, 2012

Original Publication Date: 1/27/09
Commence Recording

Kage’s Vacation Log Date 1/27/09

“Hot patootie, bless my soul, I really love that rock ‘n’ roll!”

I’ve always loved that song, only I never knew what a “patootie” was until I froze both of mine off last night. Pookie gave up his room for me and in doing so, decided to express how much enjoyment he was about to have staying in the guest room bed by leaving me with very few sheets in 39 degree weather in a flat that doesn’t have heat. The guest bed is many feet up in the air, has its own staircase and quite close to the ceiling. I offered to use it, but then came the smartass little comment “How much do you weigh?”