When you wish upon a star

In lieu of an actual post, I'm offering my spot-on horoscope which so captures the Mike-geist that it's eerie. Vaguely eerie, but nevertheless.

Your dilemma is growing bigger. One voice tells you to keep your feet on the ground and stay realistic. The other voice is telling you to trust your instincts, even if you don't understand where they are taking you. These two divergent courses of action are so far apart that you don't even know where to begin. Start from a practical perspective and work your way out to other options slowly. Monday, July 30, 2007

Have I told you that I'm selling my house with no concrete plans about what I'll do when that happens?

Do you ever have those days where all you really need is for someone to come up from behind and wrap his arms around you? He doesn't necessarily have to smell like the new Aveda Grooming Clay, but that wouldn't hurt. Oh, and he might dry hump me with his morning boner if he were so inclined, but that would also be optional.

Look at the faces, listen to the bells, it's hard to believe we need a place called Hell

Right now, as I type this, there's a Jesus-y teen group sitting in a big circle around my neighbor's pool. They are all listening to a CD of some annoyingly soft-voiced guy preach (think Mr. Rogers only younger and smugger) to them about spreading Christ's grace, all this at high volume over the outdoor speakers that dot the yard. I have a strong urge to crank up my own system and play something like "Do You Take It In the Ass?". Or "It's Raining Men". Does this feeling mean it's really true what they say? The gays really are evil? Maybe even possessed? OMG, they've just started group discussion. I can't be sure, but if they start singing Kumbaya, I suspect I may combust.

This house can't sell quickly enough.

ADDED: OMG, you guys, I just went out back to water my hanging basket, and I didn't notice before, but there's a priest back there, too! And I think he totally cruised me. I'd fuck him. At least once anyway, but if he wants a relationship, he'll have to get a better haircut. Looks like he blows that shit dry.

And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds

I am not an advocate for frequent changes in laws and constitutions, but laws and institutions must go hand in hand with progress of the human mind. As that becomes more developed, more enlightened, as new discoveries are made, new truths discovered and manners and opinions change, with the change of circumstances, institutions must advance also to keep pace with the times. We might as well require a man to wear still the coat which fitted him when a boy as civilized society to remain ever under the regimen of their barbarous ancestors.

That's Thomas Jefferson. You know, one of those Founding Fathers so often cited when someone is trying to justify NOT changing things from the way they were envisioned a few hundred years ago.

Who will buy? Who would like to sample my supply?

I've been extra busy (and extra quiet) the last few weeks because I've been scurrying, hurrying to get everything ready. And now it's done. It's official. My house, like my love, is for sale.

It's as simple as that

Good question, Reverend. John? Barack? Any thoughts? via

Will I walk away from love knowing nothing, wearing my heart between my legs?

Oooh, one of the most delicious bits in my morning iPod rotation right now is Rufus Wainwright's new CD Release the Stars. Love it. True to form, it's very theatrical and ethereal and sometimes really rockin'. So here's the thing. One of my favorite songs on the disk is Between My Legs, not least because of the creamy spoken word bit at the end. Get this. Rufus is auditioning people to GET UP ON STAGE WITH HIM at each tour stop to do that part. You send a video of yourself giving it your best shot, and Rufus et al pick the wiener. Yep. YOU could be on stage performing with a gay icon. You know, just like Jake Gyllenhaal did in San Francisco!

Back in the 80s it was always my dream that Natalie Merchant would pull me on stage to sing Michael Stipe's part of A Campfire Song. Oh yeah, I practiced.

Something is out of reach
Something he wanted
Something is out of reach
He's being taunted
Something is out of reach
That he can' beg or steal nor can he buy

And I learned how to get along

Man vs. Wild! As Bear Grylls is surviving the Kimberley in the Australian Outback, he notes that the extreme heat and humidity sometimes call for desperate measures. In this case, he decides he'll have to drink his own pee. "I'll drink your pee" popped into my head, as I'm sitting here on my couch. In air conditioning. I know. I'm disgusting.

Burn the land and boil the sea, you can't take the sky from me

To continue that posting about nothing theme, kind readers, I offer you my Serenity Personality Test results:

Your results:
You are Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic)

Medicine and physical healing are your game,
but wooing women isn't a strong suit.


Click here to take the Serenity Firefly Personality Test

ADDED: I can't believe I forgot to mention where I saw this! Apologies to the lovelies at Too Much Free Time, where the delightful Freakgirl linked me over to Nathan Fillion's blog. You heard me. Nathan Fillion has a blog! Holy smokes. I had things fluttering where I didn't know things could flutter. Or even that I had things there. PS? In it, he calls himself "Nate" at one point. Just like I do. I could die. I could die!

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

So I only kinda post up videos and cartoons and stuff now. Huh. I've been in kind of a deep and dark phase for a while. Things are looking up, though. The realtors are descending on Casa ME this week. Finally! If things go well, I'll soon be loosed on the world. If not, things may get even uglier.

Meanwhile, wish me luck and check out this super slo-mo video of a dancer. It's seriously beautiful and had me sitting dumbstruck watching it three times already. Maybe it's my fascination with anatomy and the body, but I think you'll agree it's humanity as art.

Is it all in my head?

Falling slowly, eyes that know me, and I can't go back

I saw Once Friday night. ::melts:: You have to see this movie, kids. I've linked this video of its stars, Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova, to whet your appetite. It's a key song in the movie and here they sing it live at Sundance. I don't want to oversell this movie because it's actually just lovely and small and quiet, but it's SO romantic and real and moving. I'm right now in love with both the leads. So charming, both. It's a musical of sorts, but not in the "burst into song" way...more like the movie is centered around these songs. I'm not saying it's the best thing I've seen, but there are moments of sublime. Does love come around more than once? And is it more important than life and responsibilities?

If it comes around your parts, go.

But I'll be close behind

I didn't shave today AND I'm feeling very "just shutup, bitch, and bend over." Not sure which is the chicken and which is the egg.

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together

Edwards for President! Elizabeth, I mean. OK, OK, maybe not, but I'm loving her right now for stating the obvious this week at San Francisco's Pride parade. Her husband could learn something from her.

I don't know why somebody else's marriage has anything to do with me. I'm completely comfortable with gay marriage...If he's pleasant to me on the street, if his children don't throw things in my yard, then I'm happy. It seems to me we're making issues of things that honestly ... don't matter. Elizabeth Edwards

And I just ran across this passage in Barack's book (yes, I'm STILL reading it!):

Perhaps I just find the ways of the human heart too various, and my own life too imperfect, to believe myself qualified to serve as anyone's moral arbiter. I do know that in our fourteen years of marriage, Michelle and I have never had an argument as a result of what other people are doing in their personal lives.

Of course I wish he'd go further in support of equal rights for everyone, but I'm more and more committed to taking an active role in this next election. We can't assume anything based on the promising results of this midterm election and we can't afford to have things continue on the path they are on.

Let me put you in the magic position, darling

Remember this guy from last year?Turns out that shot was taken by none other than Duane Moody, as earnest as he is adorable, and that's his buddy holding up the sign. It was Atlanta Pride last weekend and his friend was at it again. Does not get old, right? Gives me a happy. I think what I love most is this year he went high tech, cobbling the sign together with what appears to be a Swiffer mop handle. That's the meaning of PRIDE right there, my friends.

All my little life I've wanted to roam

I'm dearly loving Rufus Wainwright's new CD, Release the Stars. The poetry, the theatrics, the lilting voice, I enjoy it all. This new video? Hmmmm.....Rufe in longjohns backed by old school musclemen in synchronized choreography.....estupdendo!

Locking the lip-sync on a rocket to red hot love perfection

Goodness. I have no idea who this guy is, or where he came from, but there he was in the Meat Drawer. I'll consider it a benefit of those episodes of blurry, insomniac 3:00 AM web crawling. He leaves me speechless, so another picture (nsfw?) will have to do.

I know it's around here somewhere

Now you see it. Now you don't.A 100 foot deep lake in the Andes up and disappeared, yo. That's ice laying on the empty lake bottom.

Until it ends, there is no end

Move over baby, gimme the keys

I saw The Valet over the weekend. Cute! It's fun and funny....a French sex farce. Mmmm, the actress who plays Elena, the supermodel harpy with a heart of gold, est tres jolie. If you're looking for something light and frothy, check it out. Here's the trailer. I knew from the first few notes that I'd see it.This weekend I've got tickets for a local production of Take Me Out , the Tony award winning play by Richard Greenberg. It's the story of a professional baseball player who comes out while the team is making a play-off run. Anyone smell repercussions? I'm sure it'll be a thought-provoking take on the homophobia (the last acceptable bigotry) still rampant in pro sports. I'll be there for that, of course, and not just for the naked guys showering right on stage. If you've been around here long you know I love the theater. Weiners are just an added bonus. Cold beer! Peanuts! Hotdogs! Get yer hotdogs here!

Take a look at yourself and you can look at others differently

Apparently, I have straight hair.But gay hands.Specifically, it seems that a counterclockwise hair whorl is more prevalent in gay men than would be expected. And the finger length ratio in straight men is that the index finger is shorter than the ring finger, whereas often in gay men it's equal in length or longer (the same as with straight women).

There's an interesting article in New York magazine about the science of gaydar. There are some discernible traits that are more prevalent in gays and lesbians that speak to the biological roots of being third (or fourth) sex. I'm not fixated on the whys and wherefores of being homo, but it's worth a read.