It could be Hitler!
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Kostas
Kostas Martakis is the name. He's responsible for quickening your ether and stirring up your evil thoughts.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Shh, don't ask....
Don't ask, baby. Don't tell the boys. Shh....
The problem with dreams is that, sometimes, you believe they will come true. That's the consequence of falling.
"Boys break down each other’s walls. It’s an exercise in patience, getting a man to surrender to you, but when they do, their body explodes with feelings. They lock themselves up and when someone finally opens the floodgates, a whole lot of everything comes out. They’re a piñata and you’re carrying the bat.
People always seem to marvel at men who unravel and show their sensitive sides. A woman delights at seeing such a change. It’s such a victory to see a male become unchained to their machismo. When it happens between two men, however, it’s truly magnificent. The sight of two boys loving each other like they’ve been taught not to do is a revelation.
We know what you think of us. We know that there’s this image of gay men just being detached and hungry for sex. There is that. There is a lot of that. But there’s also thoughtfulness, concern, monogamy, Sunday afternoons in bed, I love you babe, I love you a lot, and you make me so happy. There’s so much of that and it’s never really talked about. It’s the secret lives of boys who love boys. Let’s blow the lid off of it, okay? Let’s expose every sweet moment, every kissed neck, every intense hand holding session." (Secret Lives....)
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| from Church Cat |
The problem with dreams is that, sometimes, you believe they will come true. That's the consequence of falling.
"Boys break down each other’s walls. It’s an exercise in patience, getting a man to surrender to you, but when they do, their body explodes with feelings. They lock themselves up and when someone finally opens the floodgates, a whole lot of everything comes out. They’re a piñata and you’re carrying the bat.
People always seem to marvel at men who unravel and show their sensitive sides. A woman delights at seeing such a change. It’s such a victory to see a male become unchained to their machismo. When it happens between two men, however, it’s truly magnificent. The sight of two boys loving each other like they’ve been taught not to do is a revelation.
We know what you think of us. We know that there’s this image of gay men just being detached and hungry for sex. There is that. There is a lot of that. But there’s also thoughtfulness, concern, monogamy, Sunday afternoons in bed, I love you babe, I love you a lot, and you make me so happy. There’s so much of that and it’s never really talked about. It’s the secret lives of boys who love boys. Let’s blow the lid off of it, okay? Let’s expose every sweet moment, every kissed neck, every intense hand holding session." (Secret Lives....)
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Glee, Season Three, Wee!
GLEE!
- The new season of Glee promises changes a-plenty with new writers, fewer tribute episodes to glorious pop stars, and the impending sadness at the departure of a few favorite characters. Fear not, though. Jane Lynch isn’t going anywhere, and so long as Sue Sylvester is around to torment the singers of McKinley High or take time to star in hilarious PSAs, then we’ll have Glee programmed into the DVR. Five songs from the season three opener, “The Purple Piano Project,” have found their way online ahead of next week. Sadly, there are no Foo Fighters or Kings of Leon songs to be heard. Still, after the jump you’ll hear New Directions tackle the likes of Tom Jones, The Go-Go’s, songs from Hairspray, Anything Goes, and The Wizard of Oz/Wicked. Not only do they sound great, but they get double bonus points for not singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” Do the new songs get you excited for the upcoming season?
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Horoscope Ink
The sun,
the moon,
and the star
have all converged.
They tell
of a myth long etched
in the veins on his left arm.
They tell
of a glance
that carried more than a fascination.
They tell
of a deeper reality
born out of the gift of an empty heart.
the moon,
and the star
have all converged.
They tell
of a myth long etched
in the veins on his left arm.
They tell
of a glance
that carried more than a fascination.
They tell
of a deeper reality
born out of the gift of an empty heart.
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| from Tattoo |
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Pinipig Pag-Ibig
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| speedojunkie |
I like this soft plug.
I've forgotten how Apo Hiking Society can wrap poetry around something that would have sounded cheesy and trite by now. I mean, in how many unique ways can you describe the experience of love, lurv, luv?
I guess that's the genius of the song. Old familiars and even those done-to-death realities are recreated and retold with the dance of spring. And you feel the bass pumping in your bones.
I think their "Pag-ibig" is at least 25 years old. That's a quarter of a century for you! And people wonder, myself included, why I like Bach and the Beatles. Well, they never get old! Ever. Bach and his music has lived on and on for almost 500, yes 500!, years now. The Beatles? Oh about 50 years, plus or minus. My nephews love "I Will" as crazy as I do.
Old songs don't really go stale. They age and ripen into vintage audio---years slowly settle by the rivers of their lines and blossom on the serifs of their metaphors. Quietly they get infused with new epiphanies from fresh experiences of new generations. Then somehow, by the magic of years, the songs begin to speak seasoned tales and resonate with richer tongues.
I think I'll have that Pinipig Crunch now (Is this still Magnolia or did Nestle buy this term as well?). How old is this product anyway?
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