Heat Seeking Missiles

I wish our LGBTQ indie films show the quieter side, often private lives of those outside the "norm". You know, less of the those exploitation-redemption-poverty-violence porn that have become staples. Very predictable. They don't have to be so loud and over the top dramatic. Just simple, excellent storytelling and insightful films.


It's about time.

Here's one. Nobody gets killed or slapped. Oh, and no sexy scenes by fresh, good looking meat (discoveries from Manila's underbelly) hoping to get a crack at the industry, but who have to pay their dues by baring and taking on risque under the sheets.

Happy Christmas

Ok, this is jumping the gun by weeks. But blame it on the cold mornings. And the social networks.

This has been circulating.

Old songs do get new suits for Christmas. I wonder what's wrapped for me under the tree.

Starters for the Tongue-Tied Planeteers

....Or opening lines that prove cheezier-than-month-old undies, stuck, forgotten under the bed sheets. Forgotten after you lost consciousness when you spent the night tickling Mr. Propriety while restrained with Mr. Inhibited's hand cuffs. Remember that red toy....?

Fumigate, expunge, sterilize! These lines now host a contagion. Ok, maybe just a hazard of memories.

Well, be free to experiment fellow inhabitants of Downelink, OkCupid, Planet Romeo (hello planeteers!) and their rainbow networks.

1. Hola Steve! If your tongue is a top, then my left ear volunteers to bottom. Here, trace the infinite constellations for as long as the tickled skin will allow.