tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53791262011-04-21T11:53:46.036-07:00My life with men, dogs buildings and other life forms.Iannoreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5379126.post-1073458027695136712004-01-06T22:47:00.000-08:002004-01-06T22:48:47.750-08:00

http://queerconstruction.typepad.com/queerconstruction/ I've moved my blog to typepad. Come and visit!

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Butch gotta penthouse Karl Jung believed one marker of successful therapy is the uniting and acceptance of male and female identities within the patient. Something tells me he would not go the site BigMuscleBears. He wouldn’t buy it at all. I’ve always had trouble with very effeminate men. They threaten me. I’m embarrassed to be around them. I worry that their lisps and flouncy walks will

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BECOMING DAVID This is Michelangelo’s most famous sculpture, The David. It’s important to us gay fellas because this piece, more than any other in the public’s consciousness, marks a return to the ideals of absolute beauty of Antiquity. David is an icon of the male form. He is what a man should look like. He is what the men in our culture strive to become. We gay fellas know what a monumental

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It’s A Ghetto Thang Its a struggle to provide magical places for people to live without having Toronto sprawl all the way to the Yukon Territory. Everyone should have a magical place to live though. A home unique to each unit of persons; reflecting light, space, greenery and movement more than prestige or money. Homes these days are built as products for sale, just like running shoes or bubble

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It’s A Ghetto Thang Its a struggle to provide magical places for people to live without having Toronto sprawl all the way to the Yukon Territory. Everyone should have a magical place to live though. A home unique to each unit of persons; reflecting light, space, greenery and movement more than prestige or money. Homes these days are built as products for sale, just like running shoes or bubble

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Nally-nally gazump-gazunder. I have this esteemed colleague see. He’s pretty smart, even just maybe smarter than me. Maybe, and only just. One thing he has is an astronomically huge vocabulary. This guy can spew out 10 or 15 words in the coarse of a conversation you’d swear you’d never heard before, and they’d all be English words! I love words and my colleague’s very good about telling me what

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Broken Myths A perfectly lovely Saturday night at the Black Eagle for my esteemed colleague and me . There may have been fog that night, there has been so much fog lately. There was definitely a full moon casting a cool glow on the warm smile of a very big fella. We dubbed this big sexy man ‘220’ guessing he was something over 200 pounds. Upstairs, outside on the portion of the patio not covered

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Sometimes, even we non-writers are compelled to write. Here is a song. It has a melody, I can sing it for you if you wish. Although I’d rather hear it sung by a more tortured voice like ,say, Rufus Wainwright or maybe Radio Head. Not too worry; I don’t feel like this all the time. ‘Would you go away’ Oh -oh, Voices in me head, Would you go away, Would you go away… Oh-oh, Leave your host

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MID MAY : Spruce Alert. In a hole in the ground of a yard of about 150 sq. ft. is a well printed handmade sign. The yard is around the corner from my house. My house is in a nearly inner-city ’hood of almost upscale probably over-priced homes. It’s a safe place to live. This is not saying much as almost everywhere in Toronto is a safe place to live. We have many families with gaggles of

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Disharmony in Leather A recent Friday night brought my cohort and me back to the Black Eagle. There I found myself caught in a single synchronistic event . An alternate universe experience. A disharmonious convergence. Keep in mind that entire event took a mere 30 seconds. The synchronicity was of coarse instantaneous. It only took my cohort to point out the confluence and then whamo; I

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