Kage Alan Blog

I’m writing this on a Wednesday and the day it goes live (today for you, Thursday) will technically still be one day shy of the 22nd. Why open with this? Because the 22nd is actually my 18th anniversary and my 1st anniversary as a legally married husband to my husband. The oddity is that, going by days of the week, today (Wednesday again for those of you getting confused) is technically the day me, my hubby, and his mother who stayed with us in our hotel room for the entire week all got dressed up, met up with Miss Kim in the elevator, took a taxi to the officiate’s office, met up with my little brother and his fiancé, established contact via video chat with my mum back home, and got hitched.
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Dear Mitt,

I suspect you’re still smarting from your loss to President Obama, so when you’ve had a little time with your family and are feeling up to it, come back to this letter. If you’re ready now, then I’d like to share something important with you. I want you to know why I didn’t vote for you. Don’t worry, I promise I won’t be snide or disrespectful and I won’t take any cheap shots. FOX news is already doing that on your behalf and I’m not fond of the idea of sinking to their level.

My friends will be the first to tell you that this was a one-issue election for me. I’ve said so myself, but when I sat back to think about it, it was perhaps three issues.
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I swear it’s like I’m psychic this week. Even before the storm on the east coast hit–at least I’m pretty sure I put it out there in the world before it hit–I posted a question asking who would be the first to blame the gays for Hurricane Sandy. Seems a little silly, right? Sure enough, someone did! And as if that wasn’t sad enough in a preposterous way, isn’t it sad that it took a hurricane to push news stories of the election aside? Not that it stopped them for long because then it became about who was doing what to help with relief and how the two candidates differ in their approaches. Let’s face it. We’re NOT going to escape this thing until the votes are counted. But then…there are stories about those, too.
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Were I single, I’d be standing on a chair and asking you all to “Lend me your rear!” Well, if you were cute and I was remotely interested. I’m not, however, single that is, so perhaps you’d lend me your ear. Ever have one of those months where you suddenly stop and say “Enough!” I’m kinda there at the moment. And wouldn’t you know it, it involves one of my favorite subjects (cue sarcasm alert); politics. Well, that and religion. The two seem to go hand in hand these days, don’t they? For a country that’s supposed to be based on a separation between church and state, there seems to be a tremendous amount of grandstanding to the contrary. I’m undoubtedly preaching to the choir with some of this, but there have been a few things that have gotten my deliciously shapely designer underwear in an unseemly bunch.
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I’m always intrigued when the little notification thingy for Facebook pops up. No, not the Google Alert thingy with links to what unannounced changes Facebook is making or how they’ve been caught selling off our private information for a profit again. I mean the Friend Request thingy. They’re a mixed bag for me and friends have accused me of letting anybody into my world. So not true. Yes, I’ve let them in, but I’ve raised my standards since then. Now I look to see how many friends we have in common, view as much of their page and information as they’re allowing and then make an educated decision based on that. It’s usually a sound way of doing things, only it does sometimes backfire. I’ll once in a while accept a request, then, moments later, receive an e-mail asking me if I’d like to do to them what I enjoy having the hubby do to me. The details are everything and, fortunately, they have given me a few ideas for my next conjugal visit.

But, you know, shhhhh about that last bit.
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Anyone notice it’s gotten a little serious around here lately? Sorry about that. Between a friend passing away and my thoughts on President Obama’s announcement on gay marriage, things have been acting stereotypically drama drama drama. Let’s step away from that for a moment. Uh…so many things I could start with here…so maybe I should pick a juicy one. Anybody up for some chat about butt pirates? Er…maybe I should qualify that question. Really, it’s not what you think. Or is it?
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I’ve been having a little trouble lately coming with what I think are quality ideas for blog posts. It’s a tiny bit of a struggle after writing a certain amount on a regular basis, but then OutlantaCon gave me a few nuggets I could see working with and expanding on. I had the perfect one for today! And then President Obama announced his support for same sex marriage. Well, shit. What I thought about writing is going to have to wait because I had a pretty emotional response to the announcement. I don’t know about you, but I’m a little scared.
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It’s an odd feeling to think of your life as a threat to those who call themselves the moral majority.  It’s also an odd feeling to see so much of the church being brought into government after those before us specifically set the government up to keep them separate.  In moving towards this reunification, it feels like open season on the GLBT community, but there’s a difference between tragedy and preventability.
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It may shock some of you to learn this, so prepare yourself. I may, just may, have seen an adult movie…or two…or 200…in my life. I know, bizarre, right? You have no idea how difficult it is at times to convince folks I’m as pure and angelic as I need them to think I am. It’s not easy. I remember the first time I watched one back in college when all my roommates were at class–mostly because they wouldn’t have appreciated watching it with me. I was nervous, shocked, giggly, turned on, turned off, turned on again and couldn’t believe my eyes. It was called A Scent of Man, only I don’t recall anybody taking the time to really inhale and enjoy the scent of cologne anyone was wearing.
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Cliches suck, but they come from somewhere, right?  That whole ‘once you go black, you never go back’?  Is it true?  I don’t know.  Then there’s ‘once you go Asian, that’s your persuasion’.  ‘If you go white, that’s your delight.’ The list goes on and it gets pretty absurd.  I’ve met plenty of white guys in my 41 years and I’ve found very few of them to be remotely delightful.  Some of them are definitely more tolerable than others, but delightful?  It’s a bit of a stretch.  Anyway, why bring this up?  I received a few e-mails after last week’s blog post about the WEHO Book Fair with friends playfully calling me a rice queen.  I hate that, but I may have some insight into the phenomena.
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