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The Indispensable Dispensables

Monday, April 28th, 2014

Are you where you thought you’d be, professionally speaking, at this point in your life? It’s hell of a question, isn’t it? I had a sobering conversation this week with a friend who just released his fifth independent solo album. Sadly, because the audience for this music is going to be a bit more select and there’s no PR machinery from a large label behind him, it becomes a bit like the Friday the 13th films and the law of diminishing returns. He says it’s a younger person’s industry these days and that music doesn’t have the significance it once did, mostly because of pirating. People won’t pay for it, even if they like it. The scary thing is how some of this parallels the publishing world.

The Face of Gay 55 (Anonymous)

Saturday, April 26th, 2014

Family should be everything, right? And when it isn’t, fractures can appear. Fortunately, where there’s negative, there’s also some positive. Take today’s guest writer for example. One family can spoil lives and another can be supportive.

Welcome to another Face of Gay.

Remember When…Or Was It The Other Way?

Thursday, April 24th, 2014

Honorable Husband and I get asked on a pretty regular basis about how we met. It’s a fun story depending on who’s telling it. And when we’re both there telling it? The chaos gets to be even more fun. You see, he doesn’t quite remember it correctly. Then, too, he says I don’t remember it correctly either. It’s a couples thing that’s now a married thing. I’m pretty sure I nailed this one, though. He’ll never admit it and that’s okay since I’m the writer. However, for the sake of being fair, you tell me, then we’ll get to the other things we don’t quite remember.

Gay Asians, Shameless Reasons Not To Give Up Your Potatoes!

Monday, April 21st, 2014

I type in some very odd random searches into Google from time to time just to see what the results are. And yes, I sometimes type in my own name just to read the gossip. It’s how I found out there are scammers out there using my picture in their online profiles…poor bastards. Anyway, His Majesty (my husband) was giving me a playful hard time over the weekend, so I typed in something about gay Asians misbehaving with their white boyfriends—or some such thing—and came across a post from 2013 by Angry Homosexual titled ‘5 Reasons Asians Should Give Up Potatoes’. I mean, how could I possibly not read it with a title like that? I’m married to an Asian and I’m considered a potato because I’m white. Why in the world would someone be telling him to toss me back into the potato orchard…patch…er…place where potatoes come from? As you might guess, I don’t share his opinion.

Winifred, the Three-Legged Penis

Monday, April 14th, 2014

I was going through what remained on a list of proposed blog post topics folks suggested on Facebook last week and pretty much the only one I haven’t touched on before is Winifred, the three-legged penis. Well, that one and watching porn in 3D, which I’ve not done, so I have no opinion about. As for Winifred… Some of my friends have very active imaginations. Or issues. Or combinations of both. But no matter what today’s topic winds up being about, you’ll have to pardon me because I’ve had very little sleep. I was watching a horror movie Saturday night, a storm hit and the power went out. The neighbors all got their generators working and the sound pretty much kept me awake most of the night. It didn’t help, either, that I was watching a horror movie before the lights went dark.

The Face of Gay 54 (Kristoffer)

Saturday, April 12th, 2014

I swore I’d never write one of these and my reasoning was simple; my blog is my own personal Face of Gay, so I never needed to call it that. These posts, the actual Face of Gay posts, are really for you, written by you, and read by you.

I’ve broken my own rule. So if you’ll pardon me, the pseudonym known as Kage is stepping away from this one and letting the actual me share something with you. Welcome to Kristoffer’s Face of Gay.

Being Gay Isn’t Negotiable

Thursday, April 10th, 2014

My brain was essentially fried mush last Sunday night and I asked folks on Facebook what they might like me to write about. It never hurts to ask, right? One cyber-friend suggested discussing being gay not being negotiable. Her son had just come out to a straight friend and his words to the person are the title of this post. It’s a perfect statement and not just because it makes for an awesome title today, though that certainly helps. So much in life is negotiable these days that I’m surprised we don’t just put ourselves on ebay. Um…we don’t, actually, do we? It’s been a long time since I used ebay.

A Hope for Civility Amongst Racism and Stereotypes

Monday, April 7th, 2014

I was tempted to start this post off by asking if gay has become the new black. Why? defines racism as “a belief or doctrine that inherent differences among the various human races determine cultural or individual achievement, usually involving the idea that one’s own race is superior and has the right to rule others.” If you remove race from the definition and substitute it with heterosexuality vs homosexuality, you’re left with a snapshot of parts of the world today. The problem with asking if gay has become the new black, though, is that there are people who happen to be homosexual and who also happen to be black. Kinda doesn’t work as well then, does it?

The Borg Have Assimilated My Alma Mater!

Thursday, April 3rd, 2014

I mentioned in Monday’s blog post that you can’t go home. Well, that it’s a saying. I didn’t say it. I agreed with it, but I didn’t say it. So, let’s be specific. I mentioned it’s a saying and agreed with it. On Monday. But I also put that saying to the test. Also on Monday, only after I posted the Monday post where I mentioned the saying. The home I was attempting to return to? Grand Valley State University. I attended the memorial of my mentor there that day and it was the first time since I graduated that I really walked the campus like I used to. My best friend from that time accompanied me and suffice to say that we both agreed this wasn’t the home we remembered. The Borg had assimilated it.