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vicarzWarning - much intentionally offensive commentary follows. It's racist and phobic while highly sexual - dive in!
I'm having my gay movies for straight people party!
I just bought JEFFEREY off ebay. I have a horrible dub of private idaho, and real versions of priscilla, and but I'm a cheerleader.
I also have the first 5 seasons of the simpsons, KITH, and the powerpuff girls.
I don't know when it's going to be, but it's going to be.
Maybe not all at once. I may do 2 "parties" of 2 movies each.
Then the requisite olive oil twister in the living room. Please shower_before_ coming over (this means you, lesbians).
I thought Vonnegut was black.
Billy Pilgrim: Vonnegut, unstuck in time
Robert Pilgrim: Son
Scott Pilgrim: Comic/movie
I don't have any black friends.
And so on.
As much as I make fun of people that "have black friends," I don't really have any. I mean, I am exposed to mainstream "urban" culture through television (I still think Chapelle's show is funny, might as well watch living color), I know -very comfortably- black people of the african-amer persuasion at work (but at work - haven't been to their houses nor they mine, which is a cut off for friend vs. maybe-friend lots of the time), and frankly while I have some black friends they're all kind of Benetton and/or gay. My black friends have lots of, LOTS OF, white friends. So they don't count.
I've only dated 2 black people I can think of, one male, one female. That's downright shameful. How is this possible so close to DC? I'm so white I have guilt.
At a party this weekend there were hot gay guys. I have a girl, but the idea of talking to hot gay guys was kinda cool so I sort of tried to mingle. Maybe my white-guilt bleeds over to bi-guilt too. I was introduced to the roommate as gay, well not gay, well bi, which led to the usual spiel of boring predictable bi-light, or experimented in college but still use it as fap material, or lack of decent opportunity, or whatever I am supposed to be litany of explanations ... and he looked as bored as I felt going through the conversational motions. I tried to talk to the group o' gay guys, but they were all talking about their social issues and people they knew (like we all do) so I just drifted off. I talk about Nellies all the time but have never been there. I have never been to town on a gay night. I have been to the fireplace but made out with a girl there (but she was gay) (and her girlfriend) (and a guy) (it was quite an evening). I've only been to the emerald chandelier for bound.
It fucking sucks being a bi male. Or whatever I am.
See, I've sexed men. I admit I've sexed men. More than man, men. By hetero standards the first time dick entered my mouth I was FAG. No matter how many girls I sleep with or how poorly I treat them (a hetero boasting point) I am a FAG for life. There is no place for me in hetero male society - half the girls are creeped out by me, and all men KNOW that I am forever a FAG.
I tried to find a video of Chris August doing his FAG slam poem but can't find that one, even at queer slam.
But I'm not gay. I don't have gay friends (or, my gay friends have lots of straight friends so they don't count, just like blacks). It's often kind of mildly embarrassing to talk to gay guys, who have gone through all the torment I have over identity and acceptance - only they were full time faggots and dive into full blown gay culture (and whine about it incessantly). Gay men bitch about how hard it is to land a straight acting guy and roll their eyes at twinks - and I love twinks. I'm pretty sure to most fags I'm just some kid who experimented in college, then grad school, then post grad, then with my roommate and a few of his boyfriends...and may be ok as a political ally or theoretical construct, but nobody you really want to spend time with.
I don't actually care about any of this, not really, but once in a while it's worth pointing out that for all my comfort, I'm kind of ostracized by my refusal to play into a more popular roles I mostly fit. I do notice race and it does count, but I kind of not-care but I kind of do-care. Huh.
Fin.
I'm having my gay movies for straight people party!
I just bought JEFFEREY off ebay. I have a horrible dub of private idaho, and real versions of priscilla, and but I'm a cheerleader.
I also have the first 5 seasons of the simpsons, KITH, and the powerpuff girls.
I don't know when it's going to be, but it's going to be.
Maybe not all at once. I may do 2 "parties" of 2 movies each.
Then the requisite olive oil twister in the living room. Please shower_before_ coming over (this means you, lesbians).
I thought Vonnegut was black.
Billy Pilgrim: Vonnegut, unstuck in time
Robert Pilgrim: Son
Scott Pilgrim: Comic/movie
I don't have any black friends.
And so on.
As much as I make fun of people that "have black friends," I don't really have any. I mean, I am exposed to mainstream "urban" culture through television (I still think Chapelle's show is funny, might as well watch living color), I know -very comfortably- black people of the african-amer persuasion at work (but at work - haven't been to their houses nor they mine, which is a cut off for friend vs. maybe-friend lots of the time), and frankly while I have some black friends they're all kind of Benetton and/or gay. My black friends have lots of, LOTS OF, white friends. So they don't count.
I've only dated 2 black people I can think of, one male, one female. That's downright shameful. How is this possible so close to DC? I'm so white I have guilt.
At a party this weekend there were hot gay guys. I have a girl, but the idea of talking to hot gay guys was kinda cool so I sort of tried to mingle. Maybe my white-guilt bleeds over to bi-guilt too. I was introduced to the roommate as gay, well not gay, well bi, which led to the usual spiel of boring predictable bi-light, or experimented in college but still use it as fap material, or lack of decent opportunity, or whatever I am supposed to be litany of explanations ... and he looked as bored as I felt going through the conversational motions. I tried to talk to the group o' gay guys, but they were all talking about their social issues and people they knew (like we all do) so I just drifted off. I talk about Nellies all the time but have never been there. I have never been to town on a gay night. I have been to the fireplace but made out with a girl there (but she was gay) (and her girlfriend) (and a guy) (it was quite an evening). I've only been to the emerald chandelier for bound.
It fucking sucks being a bi male. Or whatever I am.
See, I've sexed men. I admit I've sexed men. More than man, men. By hetero standards the first time dick entered my mouth I was FAG. No matter how many girls I sleep with or how poorly I treat them (a hetero boasting point) I am a FAG for life. There is no place for me in hetero male society - half the girls are creeped out by me, and all men KNOW that I am forever a FAG.
I tried to find a video of Chris August doing his FAG slam poem but can't find that one, even at queer slam.
But I'm not gay. I don't have gay friends (or, my gay friends have lots of straight friends so they don't count, just like blacks). It's often kind of mildly embarrassing to talk to gay guys, who have gone through all the torment I have over identity and acceptance - only they were full time faggots and dive into full blown gay culture (and whine about it incessantly). Gay men bitch about how hard it is to land a straight acting guy and roll their eyes at twinks - and I love twinks. I'm pretty sure to most fags I'm just some kid who experimented in college, then grad school, then post grad, then with my roommate and a few of his boyfriends...and may be ok as a political ally or theoretical construct, but nobody you really want to spend time with.
I don't actually care about any of this, not really, but once in a while it's worth pointing out that for all my comfort, I'm kind of ostracized by my refusal to play into a more popular roles I mostly fit. I do notice race and it does count, but I kind of not-care but I kind of do-care. Huh.
Fin.
