April 26, 2013
I ignored a half-dozen emails asking for me to write something about the Boston Marathon bombing. Since I live in Massachusetts a few different sites were hoping to gain some insight about what life in New England has been like for the past two weeks. I am sure if I dug deep I could come up with something pithy and poignant to offer, but I can't be assed to force it out. I certainly won't do it for free, which is the apparent value of my opinion about the bombings. I agree with them...
October 25, 2012
"I had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing. My inner goddess is doing the meringue with some salsa moves." That shitty pair of poorly conceived and improperly punctuated sentences made onto the page and past its writer, a team of copy-editors and ultimately a chief editor at Vintage Books. "I close my eyes, feeling the build up... pushing me higher, higher to the castle in the air." Oh, that misused ellipses, the vague and reference to a theretofore unmentioned piece of celestial real estate, the melodrama of it all! That sentence also made it past the eagle-eyed team responsible for releasing three of the top ten books on NY Time's Bestsellers List; Fifty Shades: of Gray, Fifty Shades Darker and Fifty Shades Freed.
October 19, 2012
The internet pisses me off. The white noise of concentrated ignorance one has to swim through to find information or entertainment is staggering. Most days I click around in the same circle: Gmail, Facebook, Twitter, Blogger, Tumblr, Jezebel, Feministing, YouTube, Wikipedia, Google Docs, Cracked, Something Awful, a slew of online game sites, XTube, Cam4... That is pretty much it. Of course I stray from those sites occasionally. I also avoid reading Comments on most sites. Reading the verbal effluence most people are willing to spew from behind their flimsy on-line anonymity is disgusting.
March 29, 2012
This article is the second installment of a two part article. The first installment is located at Last Dance. Every major city has an Eagle. Eagle is a loosely affiliated fleet of gay bars which cater to the "Leather and Levis" set.Though they are all independently owned, the model themselves under the same principles of sexual liberation, raw masculinity and an almost-anything-goes approach to customer service. Los Angeles, Atlanta, Seattle, Chicago, Manhattan... the list goes on and on. Providence was the smallest city to house an Eagle. It is also the Eagle with the loosest morals. At one point, the Providence Eagle had a nasty little basement where all manner of sin was put into practice. Men performed in live sex shows. Hustlers plied their trade openly. Watersports were not only tolerated, but encouraged (so long as you were in one of the rooms with a drain in the floor). It was the rough, uncut diamond to the glittering crown of Providence gay life. Before my time, the bar was regularly raided by the police. Now if that don't earn a gay bar street-cred, I don't know what will.