Science or Pseudo-Science?

While female sexuality appears to be more fluid, research suggests that male gayness is an inborn, unalterable, strongly genetically influenced trait. But considering that the trait discourages the type of sex that leads to procreation — that is, sex with women — and would therefore seem to thwart its own chances of being genetically passed on to the next generation, why are there gay men at all? Put differently, why haven't gay man genes driven themselves extinct? This longstanding question is finally being answered by new and ongoing research. For several years, studies led by Andrea Camperio Ciani at the University of Padova in Italy and others have found that mothers and maternal aunts of gay men tend to have significantly more offspring than the maternal relatives of straight men. The results show strong support for the "balancing selection hypothesis," which is fast becoming the accepted theory of the genetic basis of male homosexuality. The theory holds that the same genetic factors that induce gayness in males also promote fecundity (high reproductive success) in those males' female maternal relatives. Through this trade-off, the maternal relatives' "gay man genes," though they aren't expressed as such, tend to get passed to future generations in spite of their tendency to make their male inheritors gay.

Fifty Shades & A Whip

Porn lit. Erotic chick lit. Soft porn on paperback. Call it what you will. At least they're reading and getting some epinephrine high.

Here's a taste of the bestselling novel "Fifty Shades of Gray." Don't bite your tongue, yet!

“Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in his viselike grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his lips … His other hand grabs my hair and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine … My tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow, erotic dance … His erection is against my belly. (Page 78)" (Daily Beast)

 

A Letter to an Old Soul

Ok, I wrote a similar note a few blogs back: A Letter to a Young Soul.

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Here's another one, still about the dirty word we all love to hate. The FORCE we try to fight, avoid and dismiss as too overrated, overused, abused, weaponized with high grade plutonium that will scare Israel into World War 3: love, luv, lurv, my dripping, sappy heart. Ick.

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But beyond all the poetry of that magical fantasy that everyone hopes for: To love and be loved in return---cue Moulin Rouge theme---I have not really met anybody who is immune to this kind of sea sickness, me included.

American Idolatry

Jessica Sanchez is, hands down, the better singer. And at 16! You'd wonder what she can/will do five years from now. By then, her voice will have more fully aged, settled and been trained relentlessly in the cutthroat art of professional singing. Heck, she can already out-sing Jennifer Lopez!

But it's really all about the TOTAL package, I think.

It's about the looks, the performance, the polished packaging, the x-factor, the novelty (or the USP, unique selling proposition), the racial, sexual and gender appeal that can cut across a wider demographic and the images that one shows in the collective minds of America. 

And, ladies and gentlemen, it has almost always been the WGWG. Or that white guy with guitar.

It's Phillip Phillips.

Amusements: Star Date Log 15-5-2012

Is it easier now? There are a lot more of the anonymous worlds where Narnians and other creatures of the wardrobe can purr and play?

Yes, sometimes we wonder when we wake up if the happy surprise will finally arrive. Will he finally send that stray text or email that will lead to something wonderful. We wish, not too much, but just with a whiff to send us off our day.

We Heart It

We note, wryly and sometimes with a hint of dread, how wicked hope pumps us with anticipation.....

We've had enough false starts to know better and many bated breaths to invest too much..... Enough already. Days that buoy up like helium sheathed in primary colored latex. Days that turn up and then just as easily turn leaden with pins and needles.

Saturday: Succulent Porn

Imma getting me one. The prickly green thang. The thug with spikes. The hard succulent schlong. The hot rod oozing with thick clear liquid.

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Well, well, well. If it isn't that green mind of yours. What were you thinking?

This?

Puce

Puce is the color of my skin after the bruising. It was brutal. Final. Undeniable. And lustful.

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Bugs like that have to meet their death between the grip of hard nails. Squished, squashed and very dead. No love lost and good riddance.

Puce is a color that is defined as ranging from reddish-brown to purplish-brown, with the latter being the more widely-accepted definition.... (Wikipedia)

Puce is a shade of red. Not far from the vermilion stain on my thumbs after the blood bath.

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Mash-Up No. 2: Old & New

Hollywood Art

(Or that Poor, Chaste Pool in the Middle of Mayhem)

Our, ahem/barf (take your pick), beloved “Melrose Place” has been forced out of retirement. Aaron Spelling, the creator and the stock, of Melrose and of Tori, respectively, must be so smug in high heavens. God rest his creative soul.

He lives!!!

Yes, MP’s been remade. Of course, it’s been jazzed up and updated for the Googling, Kindle-ing, Twittering and recession proof fans of the 21^st century. Tori, your depleted trust fund finally has a source of replenishment. Fresh revenue streams are sweet!

I remember the original MP as set in La La Land. It was about twenty-something beautiful people and their issues, in a really nice cluster of apartments with a pool in the middle. Nice place. I always fancied myself a place like that. And that pool, of course. It was a convoluted exchange of libidos and body fluids.

Aye, I forget the stories now, but the secret formula goes something like this (deep breath):

Philandering hunk meets shy girl, but vamp owns hunk; shy girl pines; will she settle for the safe, sweet guy instead? (Europa halts its orbit in suspense); nah, she steals the hunk; vamp seethes with her red angry nails; confronts not-so-shy girl no more; cat fight!;  in the pool!; wet meeeoowww!; hunk chooses shy girl; vamp humiliated to the Nth power; meanwhile, kibitzing sweet guy is crushed; pleads with shy girl; shy girl has an epiphany; hallelujah!;  shy girl realizes that sweet guy’s the better man; shy girl dumps hunk; in her boudoir, vamp plots revenge; bides time; stalks shy girl; shower scene, Hitchcock style; oh, just a safe social call, false alarm; vamp extends diplomatic hand, still with red angry nails; closure? (you wish); vamp seduces sweet guy; in his moment of weakness, sweet guy hops into bed with vamp; set-up, set-up, set-up!; shy girl walks into them mid-coitus. Lalalalala.

Revenge is best served hot. In bed. In the arms of your enemy’s lover. 

How fare thee, new MP? Are you as convoluted? Gnarled? Delicious? Bubble gum sweet and mindless like the old?

Final thought: I recall that lonely pool. You know, that excluded middle which remained the only CHASTE character, amidst the debauchery. Yes, Dilbert, a prop can assume a character role, a context that defines and relates with the rest.

A CHASTE pool? Not. Maybe the pool will have a fling with the bidet (blecch!) or the bathtub, this time. Naughty thing.  

Hell, is there even a pool? 

PS:  The original had a powerhouse cast! Charlotte (Sex and the City), Bree (Desperate Housewives. Still crazy after all these years, I see: after Dr. Kimberly Shaw!) Georgia (Ally McBeal).

Aaron Spelling, also the creator of Charlie’s Angels, knew how to spin dreams and careers, indeed.