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Frank Turner - If Ever I Stray [Official HD Video]

I'm such a fan of this guy! And I love how he looks to be nearly breaking into a smile at the silliness of the video concept.

No Shame With That Thang

Art by Muma

My Work Reviewed By Sexy Actor

This sexy man gave my work a wonderful write-up on his blog, HERE. I love that a poetry piece I wrote about my dad and posted here on my blog was what encouraged him to read more of my stuff.

What the Hell

The other night I was watching Ghost Hunters. I have no excuse for this other than I was bored and that show, believe it or not, relaxes me. Anyway, they were investigating an old TB sanatorium in Louisville not far from me called Waverly. In the course of the investigation one of the crew asked the ghosts "Are we in Hell?" Meaning, "we" as in all of humanity. There was no answer.

When I was a bright young thing in high school, I had a journalism teacher who had then just recently been diagnosed with MS. She was a woman who kept her emotions hidden, especially from her students. I was the co-editor of the yearbook and got to know her since she was the advisor working on it with us. One afternoon when it was just the two of us in the journalism lab we somehow got on the topic of the afterlife. More specifically, Hell. We wrestled through the various incarnations of the place and when I mentioned that maybe we were in Hell already, that it could only get better from here, her eyes lit up. I imagine my eyes looked the same to her because the idea had only just come to me then.There was a strange comfort in the thought, and I think we both felt it.

Growing up a Jehovah's Witness, I was taught that there was no literal Hell. There was a literal Heaven, but only 144,000 anointed by God would see that and I wasn't one of those. Hell, in the JW belief, is simply death. You die and you never wake up. Jw's believe that after Armageddon there will be a resurrection. Everyone who has ever lived. (Can we say "over-population"?)Those who are not of the 144,000 will live peacefully on a paradise Earth for 1000 years. Then, there will be a...ahem, cleansing of sorts, wiping out those who went back to their ghastly heathen ways, i.e. the gays, the feminists, etc. Those that remain are the ones who get eternal life. It always sounded a bit Orwellian to me. What a mess. Anyway, my point is, no literal Hell.

Whether it be the underworld of the ancient Greeks or Dante's Inferno, Hell has always brought to mind agony and twisted pain. As if anything in the afterlife could be worse than what we think up here, worse than what we do here. Just turn on the evening news. If you listen to them, Hell is right next door. I am left to wonder how many people actually still believe in a literal Hell. I for one think that if there is a literal Hell then God is a jerk who doesn't deserve my worship. He's but an omniscient sadist.

Hell is different for everyone. I think it does exist, but as a state of mind. Hell is indeed other people sometimes. Hell is doing the same thing over and over, a trapped spirit in a dark house. Hell is being trapped in paralysis. I had a brief taste of that. Very brief, but it felt forever. Hell is the situation you can see no way out of. Hell is being alone. Hell is shattered dreams.

But buck up, Bucky Boo! There is a way out. There is always hope. I think, like everything, change and evolution happen because people will it to happen. Human will is a powerful thing, an almost supernatural thing. The great collective soul says, "We've had enough of this. Let's move on." And we do. Sometimes slowly. Sometimes with the simple nudge of a book or a film. Our minds, our beliefs, have given us great leaps in evolution in the past. I think it's time to jump again. Let's make better hells. Ones that are easier to control and ones that we can eventually get rid of altogether.

Can I get an Amen!

This Week's Bullet Points

1. In the battle between Grim and Once Upon a Time I give the edge to the latter, just for the camp factor. I like them both, though.

2. I sent a horror manuscript to a literary agency last Saturday and was sent a form rejection on Sunday. I don't think they read it.

3. Reading Stuart Wakefield's Body of Water. Lovely stuff so far!

4. Mickey Rourke has been cast as rugby star Gareth Thomas. Strangest casting ever?

5. Sent a copy of Subsurdity to Piece of Pie Productions (the team behind Suburgatory) to see if I can't get my book featured as a prop.

6. The New Girl is, hands down, the funniest show I've seen all fall.

7. Jennifer Saunders is writing an AbFab movie! Excitement!

Potpourri 2

10 Great Albums I've Somehow Lost Over the Years

Somehow I seem to have lost these great albums from my collection. I am most distressed by this. Most distressed!


Hormonally Yours - Shakespeare's Sister. I loved this album! Where'd it go?! The horror! The horror! Staaaaaaaay with meeeee....

Tears Roll Down - Tears For Fears. A kickass greatest hits collection.

A Night to Remember - Cyndi Lauper. "I Drove All Night" is one of her best. Highly underappreciated and MUCH better tan Celine's travesty of a remake.

Kick - INXS. Michael Hutchence was one of the sexiest rock stars ever. "Never Tear Us Apart" was a favorite from this album.

Woodface - Crowded House."Four Seasons in One Day" is gorgeous.

Good Stuff - The B-52's. How the hell did I lose this?! THE summer album of 19-blah-blah.

I'm Breathless - Madonna. I only ever had this on cassette, but as a card-carrying gay I should have replaced it when the cassette gave. And I call myself a gay! Shame on me!

Twin Peaks - Angelo Badalamenti. Soundtrack to the great TV series with some sexy jazz and ethereal pop.

Ingenue - kd lang. "Miss Chatelaine" was my favorite.

Funky Divas - En Vogue. I LOVED these ladies! "Free Your Mind" was anthemic.

Arvinian Words of Wisdom

it is important
for one to strive
for the intelligence
to differentiate
bonsai from broccoli.

Potpourri

Excerpt: "Gordy & The Vampire"

I have a new Gordy story featured in Richard Labonte's newest anthology, Erotica Exotica. (You can get it through my Amazon widget to the side.) It's called "Gordy & The Vampire," wherein our muscled witless wonder takes on a cum-draining demon. The story, with quite a few tweaks (I said TWEAKS!) and a new title, is being turned into a comic book by Class Comics, to be illustrated by Absolutbleu. Here be a scene from the short story that will not be in the comic book version, though. It really needs no explanation other than to say that Bubbles is the name of Gordy's roommate and fuck buddy. Enjoy!



After about ten minutes of staring at a blank computer screen, Gordy gave up on studying. He needed Bubbles for that anyway. Together, they had half a brain. He decided to get dressed and head over to the gym for the second time that day. It was getting on in the evening. He would wait for Bubbles to finish his workout, and then they could talk about Bram. But as he walked down the hall past open dorm room doors, he was stopped by Boo. Boo was a skinny thing with a lot of determination. There was no way he'd ever get as big as Gordy, or even Bubbles, but darn it if he didn't try anyway. He was the hardest working lost cause on campus.
"Hey, Gordy!" Boo shouted as he strained and kicked out a pull-up on his door frame. "Can you spot me?"
Well, hell yeah, Gordy could spot him! That's what Gordy did best. So he put down his backpack and stood directly in front of Boo. Gordy held the tips of his index fingers on each of Boo's puny biceps. This seemed to help the little guy out quite a bit. There was only one problem: Gordy's chest was so huge, and he was so very near Boo's crotch that an accidental titty fuck commenced. Gordy supposed the big smile on Boo's face was surprise and satisfaction at a job being well done, each rep a victory. But those watching and drooling knew different. Boo's hard-on grew with each pull-up. Gordy's chest unintentionally flexed and squeezed his hallmate's meat. The friction on Boo's dick was mind-blowing. It was like the most awesome handjob he had ever received. In only three pull-ups he felt the precum surge. How long he could hold it, he wasn't certain. But damn if he was going to tell Gordy to stop. Each rep was agony. His balls were close to exploding Of course, Gordy felt the thickening dong sprouting in his cleavage, but an erection during a workout was a common thing. All that testosterone flowing through the body makes things come alive.
Boo got caught on "ten." Or rather, he knew that if he completed the pull-up, he would splooge all over his shorts and maybe all over Gordy. But his spot wasn't having any wimpery. Not on his watch! He encouraged Boo vocally and when that didn't seem to work, he helped with a slight push up on Boo's triceps.
That did it. Boo's gym short-wrapped dickhead popped out from between the two massive pecs and spewed buckets of jizz. Boo let go of the doorframe and Gordy stepped back in surprise as the Boo Goo gushed out of the thin material and all over Gordy's face. Boo did not fall to the ground however. Oh, no. Gordy's massive pecs held tight to the suffocated penis as Boo spasmed high in the air. By this point, the audience of hall watchers were wiping up their own accidents. Gordy eventually realized he needed to relax his chest if he wanted to detach little Boo from his being. Having done so, Boo slid exhausted and happy to the floor.
"Dude!" Gordy said, as he made his way to the bathroom to wash his face. "This always happens. I try to be a nice guy, and I get a face full of goo."