NO, NO, NO!! NOT MCCONAHY, THAT'S NOT FAIR, WE ALREADY HAVE THOMAS WITH THE LIMP ON OUR TEAM. WE SHOULDN'T HAVE TO TAKE THE SISSY... HE PLAYS WITH DOLLS!
And yet I was constantly reminded by adults that these were the best years of my life.
I'm so glad I've gone on to prove them wrong.
Not only is today the first day of the rest of your life, but this very moment is the first moment of the rest of your day.
We often tell ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow, when in fact we can begin to affect great change right now.
I've recently become familiar with a Japanese phrase that's popular in Nichiren Buddhism. The phrase is "HON-NIN MYO" and loosely translates to mean "From this moment forth."
I could include the Chinese/Japanese characters here but have no clue how to do so and my IT team is still sleeping.
But, I think it is important for me to realize the power of the moment. Getting older makes this all the more imperative for me. I've come to realize that we don't have the many tomorrow to at our disposal for procrastination.
Jerry Seinfeld recently made some comments about the fact that Political Correctness is taking its toll on comedy. He pointed out that many comedians are hesitant to perform on college campuses due to the sensitivity of the crowd. His own daughters accuse him of being "sexist" if he mentions that they may want to appear attractive to boys.
Look, I'm not all that familiar with Seinfeld's comedy. Some of you tell me he's a "whiner" which is in fact a comedic "style" in its own right. Just as there are comics that thrive on insult, vulgarity, irony, and politics.
The issue is that we've become so sensitive about everything that we no longer feel free to laugh. We bitch about Christians finding the fly in the ointment, but we're all culpable of seeking out the flaw in the most innocent of jokes. We're so hell bent on embracing diversity that we dare not even acknowledge that we're actually diverse. To do so may be misconstrued as racist, sexist, homophobic, ageist. No, we must pretend that we're just a homogenous glob of polyglot and crush any opportunity to laugh about simple being human.
This is a bit of a departure from the type of content I generally tend to feature on my blog. I wrote this little piece for a Facebook group that I belong to that is comprised of folks from my hometown and more specifically, the neighborhood where I grew up.
I've been compiling some little stories in hopes of compiling them into a collection of memoirs and hopefully publishing it at some point.
There is nothing profound or eloquent here, just a little meandering of the mind regarding a kid from Croton Avenue that grew up in New Castle, PA.
There's not a day goes by that I don't find myself in some situation that doesn't present me with the fact that I'm lacking in knowledge or experience, that gives me cause to take pause and question, that requires that I seek an answer. It may be a moral dilemma that demands I go within, explore, examine, and reexamine my core beliefs. Or, it may simple be about reading the instructions that came with a new appliance, that little booklet that I was so quick to discard.
Just this morning I was feeling frustrated regarding my seeming inability to adhere to a simple program of self-discipline necessary to reach some specific personal goals in an attempt to find and fulfill my purpose. I sat down, picked up a little periodical that came in the mail. I was reading a brief article about another person's experience, and there it was, the answer I was looking for, all in one brief sentence of seven words.
"The truth is out there."
Have the ferries of time and gravity taken the opportunity to wave their wand over you, working their charms and casting a spell of either magic or mayhem?
Have you gained a significant amount of weight, or experienced an injury that has kept you from the gym, resulting in your Adonis like body being reduced to that of a mere mortal.
Maybe you've faced a catastrophic illness whose occurrence and subsequent treatment have left you but a shell of the physical being you once were?
Meanwhile, you're still here, and there are still people that love you and care about you.
And there are others that are just waiting for you to be strong enough to once again open yourself up to being loved and embraced, lusted for even.
None of us are going to get out of this game alive, and even the rare few that were blessed with being pretty from the beginning will remain pretty to the end.
Integrity and character are assets that are impervious to the ravages of time and gravity. To allow vanity and pride to supersede and define us is absolute blasphemy.
We are all bigger than that.
Metrosexual.. is it the aesthetic equivalent of being bisexual? Or, is it simply some awkward state of limbo between being gay and straight?
I'm still not quite sure how I feel about this term. Am I to be offended, or perhaps feel honored to know that there are those that wish to emulate what they perceive as being my lifestyle.
Is this the equivalent of the white kid from the suburbs that dresses and "acts" black? A rather warped desire to be a "person of color" without the "inconveniences" so often associated with actually being so?
I threw this together for Jack's and my San Francisco friends and extended families.
We've been visited by some pretty harsh reality and profound sadness regarding the very grave condition of a beloved member of our community. I prefer not to name names, or post his photo. Though this is a tribute to him, I've no desire to use the schazenfreude of his situation to promote myself.
And, if you have no clue who I'm talking about, this is just my testimonial or homage to the inevitable loss that we all face in life.
Regardless of our beliefs, or lack thereof. There remain times when we all pray for a miracle.
From time to time I like to check in to remind myself of just exactly who I am. I really don't know what comes first, the fact that I'm Caucasian, the fact that I'm a gay man, or the fact that I'm an alcoholic. It's yet one more of those "chicken or egg" dilemmas that continue to keep me in a state of rumination and mental masturbation.
I generally post these thoughts on my Facebook page, but have decided to publish this here on my blog.
I hope some of you can relate.
I get asked this question all the time. People assume by my appearance that I'm into all sorts of kink and fetishes. The truth is, I see myself as being painfully vanilla, just that I come packaged in a rather Rocky Road wrapper. I've never been accused of being a pretty boy. "Ruggedly handsome" is how I'm occasionally described and I'm totally cool with that.
But, in all honesty, I'm willing to try most anything that doesn't involve poop or humiliation. At my age I'm more inclined to say "YES" than "NO." being aware that I've less time left to be presented with opportunities. }
So, I do remain open.. here's my most recent adventure.