Feb 26, 2010

Johnny Weir...

...is made of awesome.  

Johnny Weir is what you get when you raise your children to strive to be the best human beings they can be; when you accept them for who they are...and love them out loud...they learn to express themselves so eloquently.  JW on his parents:

"I hope that more children have the same opportunities as me, with the same parents as me, that let me be an individual, who gave me freedom, and taught me to believe in myself before anyone else would believe in me. 

I hope more young boys and girls can grow up to have that love and support from their families, and it's very clear to me that those two men talking on that program did not have that kind of upbringing."

"The 25-year-old athlete was referring to observations made about his skating style and costumes by Claude Mailhot and Alain Goldberg of RDS, a French-language sports channel in Quebec.

"This may not be politically correct, but do you think he lost points due to his costume and his body language?" Mailhot said.

Goldberg responded that Weir's graceful mannerisms take the muscle out of male figure skating and damage the sport.

"They'll think all the boys who skate will end up like him," he said. "It sets a bad example."

The controversial commentary continued about the skater whose life is chronicled in the Sundance Channel documentary "Be Good Johnny Weir."

The men suggested that Weir, a three-time U.S. national figure skating champ, should take a gender test — and that he should skate against women."

We should all be free to be so comfortable in our own skin.   I love that he lives his fabulousness and genuinely seems to enjoy himself while everyone else worries and frets about the 'effect' of his sexuality.  Surely that explains placing 6th after skating a routine that reduced him to tears...as it did me.  Dude was totally robbed.

This is a guy that I would love to hang out with.  Good on ya, Johnny



Feb 21, 2010

Free your secrets...

For years I have been singing the praises of Frank Warren and the Post Secret project; I can't say enough about it, or him.  Having given up his private life to be the protector of secrets, the virtual shoulder for the world to cry on, the trusted friend for those who feel they have none; Frank Warren has taken his show on the road, generally to colleges across the country, and I am lucky to be in one of the target cities. Heck, I'm literally around the corner from the venue, so you can bet I'm going to be in that auditorium.

There are certain schools of thought that suggest that periodically 'messengers' are sent to us from whomever is watching our drama unfold.  They rarely choose the 'messenger' role, and in fact seem thrust into it and seem powerless in the face of the magnitude of their task.  But they're here to remind us to have hope, that we are powerful and amazing beings, and most important...that love is all there is.  

I believe that Mr. Warren is one of them.  His gentle demeanor certainly suggests that it may be a possibility; and in watching the video below what I find  most striking is his voice.   It speaks to me of safety.   It sounds like compassion.  It sounds a lot like my 'good medicine' blanket from New Mexico feels - but that's another story for another day.

FREE YOUR SECRETS AND BECOME WHO YOU ARE

Feb 19, 2010

Ok, I'm heading to Iceland


I've been floating around in the erotica world for a long time and there's not a lot that I can't wrap my head around when it comes to fantasy.  Interspecies sex?  No big deal.  I once attended a great workshop given by the lovely P.C. Cast, on how to write interspecies sex that was um...illuminating (the trick is to start with the animals mating style - then let your imagination go buck wild).  I was reading Vampire erotica light years before "Twilight" surfaced; before anyone even knew that there was such thing as vampire erotica.

Aliens with dual penises that can grow to accommodate any position and/or body type? Been there, done that.  Shapeshifting big cats?  Oh hell yeah!  When I see a tiger, I see something entirely different; but I think that I've only encountered one Elf-themed book in all this time; and none of it was written from personal experience - as is apparently the case with this young lady.  So take yourself over to The Frisky and check out Elf Sex in Iceland.

No - not that elf...

After doing some digging around, I even managed to find the blog of the young lady in the video, and for once - I'm kind of speechless.  In any event, if you don't hear from me for a while - it's because I've gone to Iceland.  

For research...yeah, that's it!  Research!


Feb 13, 2010



Happy Valentine's Day!

Feb 11, 2010

A David Duke WHAT???!?

THIS is what happens to children who grow up too fast; to children who become media darlings before they've even graduated from high school.  High school is boot camp for the rest of your life, and if you find yourself out in adult land with no structure and no boundaries, you'll never learn stuff like...don't pull the pin on that hand grenade and just stand around holding it.  There will certainly be consequences if you do.

John Mayer was a Grammy Award winning artist at 17, and I remember watching his self-conscious geeky performance on Saturday Night Live and thinking "wow what a heavy load to bear when you're just a kid."  I was also amazed and impressed with his talent.  But John didn't complete boot camp, and if you read his Playboy interview you'll get a glimpse the hazards therein.

Narcissistic, seemingly unable to manifest positive connections with other human beings, and clueless to the impact of his words on those who (at the very least) loved his music; say nothing of those women who shared themselves with him - and I'm not gonna jump into that mess - I'm guessing that somewhere Jennifer Aniston is trying to keep Gerard Butler from going all Leonidas on his ass.

This is the result of youthful entitlement coupled with poor social skills and way too much weed:

PLAYBOY: If you didn’t know you, would you think you’re a douche bag?

MAYER: It depends on what I picked up. My two biggest hits are “Your Body Is a Wonderland” and “Daughters.” If you think those songs are pandering, then you’ll think I’m a douche bag. It’s like I come on very strong. I am a very…I’m just very. V-E-R-Y. And if you can’t handle very, then I’m a douche bag. But I think the world needs a little very. That’s why black people love me.


PLAYBOY: Because you’re very?

MAYER: Someone asked me the other day, “What does it feel like now to have a hood pass?” And by the way, it’s sort of a contradiction in terms, because if you really had a hood pass, you could call it a nigger pass. Why are you pulling a punch and calling it a hood pass if you really have a hood pass? But I said, “I can’t really have a hood pass. I’ve never walked into a restaurant, asked for a table and been told, ‘We’re full.’" 

Anytime you see "That's why black people love me" in a sentence, be prepared to be horrified.

Seriously John?!  The guy is a BLUES musician!  I'm sure his idols would totally understand his reference to a "nigger pass" coming from a coddled, wealthy white guy; because nothing shows homage to your influences like the use of the "N" word.

And then there's this little gem:


PLAYBOY: Do black women throw themselves at you?

MAYER: I don’t think I open myself to it. My dick is sort of like a white supremacist. I’ve got a Benetton heart and a fuckin’ David Duke cock. I’m going to start dating separately from my dick.

We all have our preferences when it comes to dating, there's no denying that.  But to invoke David Duke when referring to what may or may not come in contact with your dick...well, that sends an entirely different message.  I heard it loud and clear, and so did a nation of black (and white) women who are commenting ALL over the interwebs.  Latoya over at Jezebel sums it up nicely(but for some reason the link won't embed, so here it is:http://jezebel.com/5469484/its-impossible-to-have-a-benetton-heart-and-a-white-supremacist-dick?skyline=true&s=i)

"Racism is not clever. Trying to lampoon racism by perpetuating racist stereotypes about black women, using racial slurs, and claiming to have a pass is just idiocy masquerading as wit. Or, as Farai Chideya explains at the Huffington Post: "The reality is that, it's insulting to say black people love you and then profoundly misunderstand the difference between entitlement and humor."

Note to John Mayer...a person who claims to have a Benetton heart would welcome all colors of vajayjay...and in fact, would revel in it.

Of course, he's backtracking and apologizing all over town.  Last night in Nashville he waxed poetic to his fans about his attempt at being "clever."  Good for him.  Farai Chideya over at The Huffington Post brings up a critical point by reminding us that "not one, but two of Mayer's songs (including "My Stupid Mouth") contain the line "I'm never speaking up again," and now he may well feel like taking his own advice. But that would be a shame. Sometimes the only way to learn is by messing up, getting checked... and then learning to check yourself."

I've always said that what's in your heart will always eventually come out of your mouth.   I think the gentleman below says it a whole lot better than I ever could.