The Year of the Frog

The Artist was a little disappointed and embarrassed to find out it isn't The Year of the Frog.

His first mistake was listening to his mother, Big Linda, when she said with unquestionable authority it was the Year of the Frog.

In preparations for Shenandoah's Asian-styled birthday party, The Artist was intent on carrying through on the theme. He asked the lady behind the counter at the Asian market if they had any frogs.

"Frogs?"

"Yeah, frogs. This is the Year of the Frog in the Chinese calendar."

She held up a paper placemat and pointed.

"Year of Dog. Year of Dog. There no frog in Chinese zodiac."

Elderly Asian men in the back of the store giggled, and murmured something that sounded like "crazy roundeye." The Artist gathered his chopsticks and fortune cookies, and left under of a cloud of Eastern ignorance and Western shame.

Frog or dog, Happy Chinese New Year, anyway.

And while I'm not sure but I think that the changing of Rooster to Dog might explain the restlessness I've had all weekend.

I tried to draw. I've read. I started and finished a new painting. While I was waiting for the paint to dry, I gave my blog a re-design. I had lunch with a guy. I ran on the treadmill yesterday and today for 30 minutes each time. I swept the floors. I scrubbed the tub and the bathroom sink.

The Chinese horoscope for Rats in the Year of the Dog says nothing about a sudden burst of energy.

"You'll be on good terms with your nearest and dearest, in an atmosphere of warm complicity, and in an ambience that you'll know how to make welcoming and full of life. However, remain on your guard concerning certain persons, as the risk of a dark plot cannot be totally excluded."

Not that I'm putting a whole lot of faith in Chinese astrology. Last year's horoscope turned out to be completely unreliable. Much like Big Linda.

I Hoped for Something Profound...

Here are the rules:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fourth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 5 sentences (#4, 5, 6, 7 & 8) on your blog, along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it. Just grab what is closest. No cheating.

I cheated. The two closest books on the shelf were Dr. Phil self-help books, Self-Matters and Relationship Rescue, and quite frankly, I think he's mostly full of shit now.

So I grabbed the third nearest book. Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt.

"...There are times I don't feel like puttin' on a dress or makin' my face. But I come down here and do it anyway, because it's my job. It's how I make my living. And I'll tell you somethin' else: It's damn hard work bein' a girl full time!"

"Chablis," said Burt..."

Granny Got Me

In a half-hearted attempt to fulfill my new year's resolutions, I have succeeded in walking to work four times in the last two weeks. But it's only two blocks and it takes about five minutes. And it's even sadder to consider that most days, I drive.

I drive everywhere, despite that within a three-block radius of my apartment is my bank, a record store, a convenience store, a hospital, a pizza joint, Blockbuster, a hamburger place, Taco Bell, Krystal, the dry cleaners, my office, a meat-and-three, a hair salon, a gay bar that I've been to once, and a post office. Wait, and I almost forgot the liquor store.

There's no reason for me to drive anywhere.

Even though I needed my car this afternoon to go to meetings out in the burbs, I still had to walk this morning because I had neglected to notice over the past few days I had a dangerously low tire.

So today as I was walking home at lunch to get my car and put air in the tire, I noticed an older woman walking toward me.

In this part of Memphis (ok, almost any part of Memphis), you expect to get asked for money. Panhandlers, beggars, annoyances, charity opportunities, whatever you want to call them.

Sometimes I will give them whatever change I have in my pocket, just because I have this idea that this will be the act of kindness that gets me into heaven. But later I realize that I might have just given a handful of pennies to a crackwhore so she could get her fix, or 35 cents to somebody who just didn't want to do real work.

This lady didn't look the part of the crackwhore, nor did she even look like that Las Vegas granny with a gambling addiction. She was an older black lady, with a purse and a brown overcoat, a white crochet cap. I didn't see her as a panhandler, nor even as a Krystal Queen.

As I passed, she asked if I could help her buy some groceries for her and her kids. I couldn't refuse that story! I reached in my pocket and gave her about 45 cents in nickels and dimes. She thanked me and I walked on home, feeling pretty good about my charity.

I drove the car very slowly down the back streets to the convenience store. I got the tire aired up and I pulled in next door to Krystal to get a B.A. Burger for lunch.

And there was Granny, clutching a bag of Krystal's and slurping Coke from a 32-ounce cup. An old man was moving boxes out of his 70s model Buick so she could have a seat.

I had just broken my last dollar bill for change for the stupid air pump. I had just put a diet Coke on my debit card, and I was about to have one of the cheapest lunches around. And there sat Granny with her Krystal Combo that she bought with the help of my handout.

I got out of my car and I stared hard at her, debating if I should ask how she was going to feed them kids with only three Krystals. As she climbed into the car, she caught my eye and for a split-second, she looked busted. Then in another split second, she turned smug and her eyes seemed to say "gotcha!"

I've stewed ever since.

Woof-Worthy #10-12 - Jason, Jack & Jake

Jason Statham - The Transporter 1 & 2 - His job is to deliver packages without question. Then how much would it cost for him to deliver his package?

Jack Johnson - Former surfer turned laid-back acoustic musician who was pegged to do the soundtrack for Curious George. Entertainment Weekly said he was "so laid back, it was hard to tell when he was worked up." Fortunately, EW said, his melodies are "meatier."

Jake Gyllenhaal - The man who went bareback bottom in Brokeback. But, remember, he was also "Bubble Boy." That's a lot of embarrassment to overcome if he ever wants to top Heath.

The Brokeback Remix

You've seen it. You've cried about it. Now it's time to dust off your cowboy boots and don your pearl-button shirts and go dance to it.

Here it is... the dance remix of the Brokeback Mountain theme.

"The Wings (Finnbarr Massi Mix)" - Gustavo Santoalalla

Is nothing sacred?

Actually, it isn't that bad.

Passion Play

The last play I saw was Godspell at Theatre Memphis. A couple nights later, Jesus instant messaged me on Gay.com and invited me to come over. Let the record show that I did not get freaky with Jesus.

Last night, I saw Corpus Christi, and I think God winked at me. As the actors milled around the stage before the play started, God seemed awfully nice as he passed by.

The lesson: Stop seeing local productions with religious themes, because I already have enough issues with religion. And I certainly don't need to deal with the perception that the Father and the Son, and maybe even the Virgin Mary, want to get in my pants.

The other lesson: Maybe I get carried away with the whole "suspension of belief" thing.

Despite whatever issues I might have with God and religion, and regardless how blasphemous Corpus Christi was supposed to be (there were protesters outside the theatre tonight...well, only two), I did indeed feel a little like the Prodigal Son returning home.

Corpus Christi is a retelling of the life of Christ, if Christ had been born Joshua, a gay man in Texas. Joshua develops a, um, gaggle-like group of 12 friends, and they travel the countryside performing miracles and teaching a message of love, kindness and tolerance eventually being persecuted by the Christian conservatives.

Like the playwright explains in the opening lines, this is a story that's been told time and time again, and there are no surprises. We know how the story ends. But it presents some interesting and amusing "what if's?"

What if Judas was pissed off because he couldn't have Joshua/Jesus to himself? What if Joshua healed Phillip the Hustler of HIV and Phillip joined the Apostles? What if James and Bartholomew were a committed couple and Jesus performed their ceremony? What if Joshua and the Apostles danced under a disco ball to Cher's Love One Another?

Well, I was surprised at how moved I was during the final moments. Unlike Brokeback Mountain, I managed to keep the deep whimpering sobs in check, but I still had tears streaming down my left cheek. I can't explain what it was that moved me to tears.

Actually, I'm kinda glad that I can cry just because the elastic is shot in my pantyhose. I can cry at the drop of a hat these days. At least for the last week, I've been highly emotional, and I credit it to a week without seeing Lexi. The vertigo seems to have passed, and I'm left with raw emotion. Which is kind of nice and scary at the same time.

Maybe the Lexi withdrawals allowed me to have a religious experience last night. Whether it was the play or the play assisted by Lexapro leaving my body, I really did enjoy it.

New From K-Tel: Nasty For Sale

The other night I got sucked into a "Top 40" show on VH1. This show? The 40 Most Awesomely Bad Dirty Songs Ever.

Incidentally, and I blame it on the full moon, I had been thinking about a new mix CD. I was thinking something rumpshakerish, something nasty. Thanks, VH1, for reminding of some songs I might have missed.

Therefore, here is my MP3 playlist entitled "Selling Nasty For Sale." And I only used one song each from Lords of Acid and 20 Fingers.

1. "I Ain't Yo Ho" - 24K
2. "Nasty Boys" - Janet Jackson
3. "Slip N Slide" - Tia
4. "Bootylicious" - Destiny's Child
5. "Touch It (Dirty Mix)" - Monifah
6. "Juicy" - Better Than Ezra
7. "Longview" - Green Day
8. "Milkshake" - Kelis
9. "R. U. Nasty" - RuPaul
10. "If That's Your Boyfriend" - Me'shell Ndegeocello
11. "Boom I Fucked Your Boyfriend" - 20 Fingers
12. "Spank My Booty" - Lords of Acid
13. "I Am the Body Beautiful" - Salt N Pepa
14. "Take Your Time (Do It Right)" - SOS Band
15. "My Neck, My Back" - Khia
16. "Naughty Girls" - Samantha Fox
17. "How Many Licks" - Lil Kim feat Sisqo
18. "Oops Oh My" - Tweet
19. "Me So Horny" - 2 Live Crew
20. "Hot in Herre" - Nelly
21. "She Bop" - Cyndi Lauper
22. "I Got That Boom Boom" - Britney Spears

For $11.95 plus shipping and handling, you can be spinning these tunes at your next party - even if it's just you shakin' your bacon in front of the mirror by your poor lonesome self.

And if you order within the next 24 hours, you'll receive the special bonus DVD of the Gaggle in high-whore cheerleader drag performing your favorite "Nasty For Sale" hits.

Order now. Operators are standing by.

Willy Nagin and the Chocolate Factory

In a year of political retardation and what-the-fuck's, New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin's comments about a "chocolate city" might be the sweetest one to come along in months.

"How do you make chocolate? You take dark chocolate, you mix it with white milk, and it becomes a delicious drink. That is the chocolate I am talking about," he said. "New Orleans was a chocolate city before Katrina. It is going to be a chocolate city after. How is that divisive? It is white and black working together, coming together and making something special."

And what did the fucktard New Orleans resident have to say on CNN?

"He used the wrong dairy product to describe us. We're more Neapolitan, not chocolate," Gerhold said. "It doesn't do the city any kind of justice."

Apparently he didn't remember Rocky Road or pistachio. Because there are more than enough nuts.

The Dark Side of Brokeback Mountain

Also known as, Where the Sun Don’t Shine.

I’ve heard lots of people say they were uncomfortable with the sex scene in Brokeback Mountain, including those gay men who have lifetime subscriptions to pierceduncutmen.com. Watching gay sex, even if implied, was a little disconcerting in a movie theatre where someone who could have been your mother was in the seat in front of you.

It looked extremely painful for Jack Nasty, so perhaps the discomfort is expected.

If Ennis Delmar spit in his hand before penetration, this couldn’t have been the desperate fumblings of a frustrated cowboy. That looked like the loogie of experience. How did he know to do that?

But then I’m reminded of masturbation. If he’s not using sheep fat, what else would a ranchhand use to facilitate self-pleasure out on the range? So maybe a hawker was natural for Ennis.

Poor Jack Twist.

The Baba Wawa Interview Continues - Meet Virginia

Mmm, I would be delighted to interview you. Although, you are the real BabaWaWa.

Cameras are rolling so let’s get started…

1) You're an international superstar author with million selling books in most of the free world, and one or two villages in the US. You snagged a creative genius as a husband, and were fortunate that he isn't gay. So why the sex with female-to-male transsexuals?

2) Virginia, I know you don't own a dress. Your hair is always a mess, Miss Loves Babies-and-Surprises, but the world still thinks you're beautiful. Since I will forever connect this song to you, what song would you use to describe me and why? (Wait, suddenly I made YOUR interview all about ME.)

3) I was both intrigued and a little frightened by your post on August 19, and the only one of the month. No title, no credit to Annie Lennox. What was on your mind that day? And, in your opinion, why might have I been frightened?

4) You’ve long been a fan of gay sex, especially literary and cinematic gay sex. What is your analysis of the sex scene in Brokeback Mountain?

5) What makes you wicked?

6) Where might you be going in August?

And now the rules:
The Official Interview Games Rules:
1) If you want to participate, leave me a comment below saying, "interview me".
2) I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3) You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4) You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5) When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
6) The picture of Barbara Walters is optional.
7) Also optional is the BabaWawa 1-2 punch, also known as the egoboost-egoboost-BANG! question

Because I Have To...

It's time for my obligatory post on Brokeback Mountain. Everybody else is doing it, so I might as well do it too.

It's finally been released in Memphis, and if a bomb had gone off at Studio on the Square last night, it would have wiped out half of Memphis' gay population. Perhaps I shouldn't give the radical right any ideas.

I read the short story and knew what to expect. Or at least I thought I did, but I didn't expect my reaction to be so visceral. I had to sit through the closing credits and cry. In fact, I can hardly look at that picture right there and not be moved to tears again.

It's powerful. And I wonder if this film resonates as strongly with straight audiences as it does with the gay audience. I guess it would have to. Having seen the movie now, I'm especially awed by the fact that a heterosexual woman crafted this story so beautifully and the screenplay was adapted by Larry McMurtry. At any rate, it certainly does indicate the talent of Annie Proulx, McMurtry, Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal.

Proulx said in an Advocate interview that this story took twice as long to write as a book because, "Because I had to imagine my way into the minds of two uneducated, rough-spoken, uninformed young men, and that takes some doing if you happen to be an elderly female person."

It's a powerful lesson about a lot of things. Don't think that the gays have cornered the market on what gays think and feel. Don't think that the straights have a monopoly on love.

And if the story teaches anything at all -- and I will defer to Virginia's assessment on this one -- "It is also one of the saddest things I've ever read because their feelings are so much larger than their own abilities to express them: their tragedy is the failure to embrace what gives them joy."

Do not let your life go by without learning what brings you joy and embracing it.

The Interview Circle Continues...

He has asked to be interviewed and so here are Dusty's questions....

Now I tried to keep in perspective that I know him personally outside of his blog, and I tried to think like your average, everyday reader who knows him only through what he posts. And I'm keeping questions to information I've gleaned from the new and improved Dusty Version 2.0. Yeah, believe it or not, there was Original Dusty, but I don't remember much about him. (Does that blog even exist anymore? It would be a shame to lose that history.)

UPDATE: It does still exist - inthiscloset.blogspot.com

1) There has never been a point in your relationship with LeBobo that you haven't lived together. But now the two of you have a home and a dog together. How was it for you to make that leap into responsibility, and how has this affected your relationship?

2) In the past year, you've quit the band and removed yourself from essentially all aspects of the former "Christian" life you had. You obviously have/had a deep connection to God, but to the casual observer, you've separated yourself from church and all of the trimmings. Do you still feel as close to God as you once did, and what do you do on a daily basis to maintain that connection?

3) Realizing that this will change nine times in the next hour and a half, what's your brain-child of the moment?

4) I know this might be complicated to explain, but how do YOU write music? How do your ideas get from brain to completed piece?

5) You've stepped up as quite the gay rights activist, especially since you just came out within the last year. What motivates you to get fired up about it? For you, is this part of your coming out process? How do you see your level of activism in five years? And which issue facing gay men really gets you riled up?

And now the rules:The Official Interview Games Rules:
1) If you want to participate, leave me a comment below saying, "interview me".
2) I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3) You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4) You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5) When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

The Blog Interview

What does Will's inquiring mind want to know? I needed to be interviewed because I've been feeling less than creative and motivated to post lately, so I made a desperate cry for attention, and Will has kindly provided these interview questions.

The twist of the game is that the questions are specific to the person. None of this "what's playing on your iPod" and "what three items would you need if you were stranded on an island." Will took his time this week reading my blog and here are the questions he prepared for me. And he did a mighty fine job.

Oh, and pay close attention to the rules at the bottom.

1) Like many gay men, you've identified your friends as your family. The Memphis Gaggle plays a huge role in your life. Were you a founding member, or did you find them somehow and get adopted, and how?

I've thought about the Gaggle's genesis, and I've decided it just must be a freaky force of nature that pulled us all together. I really believe that people wander in and out of your life for a reason, and for this moment in time, we need each other for whatever reason. We've all adopted each other. Hotass and I have known each other the longest, but I've never felt like it was our magnetic personalities and sparkling wit that have brought everyone together.

It's more like a sucking black hole. Hotass was friends with Tman and Buffy before I got to Memphis. Buffy was friends with Wanda. I met the Dynamic Duo when I got here, and introduced them to Tman and Hotass. Hotass worked with Dusty. Dusty introduced us to Bobo. I worked with The Pink Lady in Nashville, and introduced her to everyone else when she moved to town. The Pink Lady started working with Shenandoah.

And one day during the summer, we looked up from our cocktails and realized that we had created a family.

2) You're in your mid-30s, part of a gay tribe and out via your blog, but not to your parents. How do you see their reaction when and if?

I made the decision a long time ago that if they want to know, they'll ask. And when they ask, they already know the answer. So my honest answer won't be a surprise. Now of course, should I have the good fortune to meet someone while my parents are still alive, there will come a time when I will probably want them to meet him, and vice versa.

My parents and I have a good relationship but we aren't "close." Honestly, I have no idea how to predict their reaction.

If I were to come out today, would there be tears? Probably. Most likely, the immediate reaction would be either "I knew that already" or a stone-faced stare while it sunk in. A great ugly scene? Written out of the will? Disowned? Probably not.

More than anything, I suspect the attitude through their remaining years might probably be quiet and unspoken disappointment. And why would I want to inflict that upon them? And, selfishly, I'd rather their thoughts of me be full of pride.

3) Video porn is (in)famous for highly variable production values, but you speak of critiquing it like fine cinema. Who are the directors whose work you particularly like, individual stars and titles that meet your standards?

Porn is hit or miss. When anybody with a video camera can make porn, one thing I always look for is consistent, yet unique, quality. Who wants to rent or buy a movie, and then when they get it home, find it to be, um, limp? I want variety (men, sets, positions, set-ups, kind of sex, etc.) and some semblance of a story.

I want to be entertained and aroused. And I know that I can almost always count on certain directors, actors, and studios to put wind in the sails.

Joe Gage is a great director and probably my favorite. Take a look at some of his old stuff like Kansas City Trucking Co. and L.A. Tool & Die, and compare it to some of the newer films he’s done for Titan Men, like Men’s Room: Bakersfield Station and Alabama Takedown, and although there’s almost 30 years between them, they’re consistently and unwaveringly hot.

When it comes to studios, TitanMedia, MSR Videos, Raging Stallion and HotHouse almost never let me down. I used to be a Falcon fan, but their videos are all over the place these days, and you never know what you’re gonna get.

And the list of actors that melt my butter change almost daily, but here’s a list of who’s doing it today: Kent Larson, Tag Adams, Jason Branch, Dick Wolf, Lance Gear, Zak Spears (I prefer the one with hair over the bald one), Danny Vox, Joshua Adams, Gus Mattox, Michael Brandon and Chad Hunt.

And if you can combine any of the above, you’ll have a movie that you’ll come back for again and again.

4) You slipped in without any further explanation that you'd gotten paid for sex twice in your life. How did this happen and how did you deal with it?

The first time was in college. It was summer and I was bored, so I drove an hour to the nearest big city, if you can call Paducah, Ky., a big city. It was a big city because it had an adult bookstore. It wasn’t even my intention to go in for sex. I really was there to get a magazine or watch a video and maybe get off. I was really surprised when I was sitting in my booth and someone came in.

He offered 20 bucks to blow me. I turned him down. He offered $40, and I realized that yes, I could be bought. He got down on his knees in the cramped booth, and blew me to finish. He then offered another $40 if I’d fuck him. No thanks, and I left with two twenties in my pocket. I drove straight to the mall, and bought my first set of contact lenses.

The second time was many years later. I was single, and a man propositioned me online. He’d pay me to have sex with him. He was older, late 40s, married, and successful. Not exactly handsome, but not atrocious either.

He made a pretty convincing case. I would have sex anyway. He wanted sex, and by paying for it, he was assured that it was readily available, and he didn’t have to go through the mind-numbing and often disappointing task of cruising for it. And basically, he wanted a steady paid-for fuckbuddy. Say, every Thursday, I’d put out, he’d get off, and I’d be $100 richer. Everyone goes home happy.

We got together once. For me, the sex was less-than-spectacular, and he left $100 on the dresser. A couple days later, we were chatting online and he asked if I would have had sex with him if he hadn’t paid me. I was honest, and said probably not. I didn’t hear from him again.

Oddly enough, I never felt cheap. I viewed it as strictly a business transaction. Let’s face it. I’ve done more for less. Would I have had sex with these two men had I not gotten something out of it? Probably not, but then again, I’ve made errors in judgment before. At least, we both got something we wanted.

I’m not proud of it, but I’m not ashamed either. Chalk it up to experience.

5) For a decade or more, Hotass has been a constant presence: friend, confidant, traveling companion, sometime housemate, companion in a number of "firsts" in life--but you've said there's never been sex between you. How would you describe your relationship with him; is love involved on some level?

Hotass and I have a very special relationship. For whatever reason, I think we have a special connection that goes beyond friendship, but it’s definitely not a romantic bond. It’s not a relationship that I’ve seen reflected anywhere else in my lifetime. I suspect it’s similar to what lifelong partners experience if the romance and the passion have subsided.

And people ask, and probably secretly think, if perhaps Hotass and I harbor some unfulfilled love for one another. And I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt, that is not the case.

I love him and I’d give him a kidney if he needed it. He’s the one I’d call if I needed to be bailed out of jail or dump a body in the river. He’s the one I call when I get my heart broken. And he’s the one I’d trust with my life. Kinda like Thelma and Louise, Lestat and Louis, Laverne and Shirley, MaryAnn and Wanda.

And now the rules:
The Official Interview Games Rules:
1) If you want to participate, leave me a comment below saying, "interview me".
2) I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3) You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4) You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5) When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

The Bear In My Bed

Here's one for the psychoanalysts. Why has a 33-year-old man suddenly decided he can't sleep without a teddy bear?

You see, right after Christmas, I had a couple of dates with this guy. Actually, if you want the full story, Hotass and I went to Metro on the Thursday before Christmas. Hotass met this guy. We'll call him Hoover. They had a few dates (maybe two, maybe three). Hotass invited Hoover to come to the New Year's Eve sleepover at the Dynamic Duo's. But just before NYE, Hotass reconciled with his boyfriend, and had to uninvite Hoover.

Hoover sees me on Gay.com on New Year's Eve day, and we chat, and we meet that afternoon. We talk, hang out and seem to hit it off. Since he was already invited, I asked him to join me that night at the Dynamic Duo's for NYE. When I picked Hoover up, he had the cute, adorable, soft, fuzzy bear for me.

It was a sweet gesture. Needless to say, Hoover and I didn't see much of each other after New Year's Eve. We had a whirlwind affair that lasted about 72 hours. I think he might have wanted instant relationship and I'm so not ready for that. And the whole thing was incredibly dysfunctional on so many levels, even in those three days.

But now I have this cute, adorable, soft, fuzzy bear propped up on my bed. And every night since then, I have fallen asleep clutching or at least have my hand resting on this teddy bear, and it really is quite calming. I even kind of have little freak-outs in the middle of the night when I realize I've knocked him out of bed.

Fortunately, I haven't named him something retarded like Mr. Fuzzy or Snuggles. However, I am leaning toward Timothy or William.

When I was a kid, I had quite a collection of stuffed animals. And every night when I went to bed, I positioned them all around me in the bed, careful to rotate the placements nightly so that they didn't get their feelings hurt because I chose one over the other to sleep closest to me.

And the other reason for putting them all around me was so that whenever the monster under the bed reached up to grab me in the middle of the night, it would take one of the stuffed animals first and feast upon their Poly-Fil innards before realizing its mistake. I was considerate of the animals' feelings but not afraid to sacrifice them for my own safety.

I won't even attempt to psychoanalyze this any further. It's gotten a little too fucked up for even me. Besides, Timothy/William is asking me to come to bed.

Happy Blog-iversary to Me

Musings of a Man in Memphis is one year old on Friday. Yay Me!