Article on the front page of CNN this morning…
Wednesday, January 26, 2005 JACKSONVILLE, Florida (AP)
When five dozen roses didn’t work, an estranged husband took out a full-page $17,000 newspaper ad to ask his wife for forgiveness.
A relative told him that Marianne saw the advertisement.
“She said my wife read the ad and started crying. But so far I’ve had no response from her,” Larry said.
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(She was probably bawling cuz he spent her divorce settlement on a full page ad!)
This weekend me n’ bestest Butch buddy built a roaring bonfire in the cold night air, throwing in trees, logs, lattice, sawdust, leaves, beer bottles, what-have-you. The Femmes thought it was stupidly dangerous and too cold, so they ran inside. We beat on a drum while we stoked the fire, making embers sparkle up into a clear starry night. Me n’ my bud stayed out there until there was nothing left but red hot coals and white ash. I snuck late into bed next to my sleeping baby, smelling like a biggo smoked brisket.
Anyhow, it was flat out fucking insanely GREAT. In a quiet way. 
“Eve”
Acrylic on canvas
“After a Brief Illness”
oil on canvas
(from a photo I took at the AIDS hospice; the guy died the next day)
“Bacchus” changing the channel with a feast spread on a tv tray… LOL
Self-portrait, charcoal on paper
And another… an ex who had a lumpectomy… oil on canvas
and a handmade lithograph print… titled “Mama”
Going through some of my work for a show in Santa Barbara next month. This is an old one I never liked much, but taking a second look, I decided I do like it afterall. It is pastel on a really large paper, called “Drowning Crucifix”. Never have put my art on the web to share with folks. Maybe I will do that soon.
A really good short paper about white privilege that was passed on to me. Lists some everday privileges white people might not be aware they are granted
I read the story on CNN of a senior working as a greeter at Walmart who thought a Photoshop hack of himself wearing nothing but a smiley-face Walmart bag was such a scream, he felt compelled to keep sharing it with shocked customers until he finally got “sacked”. He told people entering the store that Walmart was cutting back on costs and this was their new uniform. LOL You know I had to go on the web and find his picture.
And here’s his half nekkid ass, now reaching a much wider audience across the internet. His wife must be so proud. Funny, but kinda sad when you consider ageism… cuz he’s probably not a “dirty old man” - just some grizzled knee-slapper with a sense of humor. (You know how that can get you in trubble at any age.) His boss gave him fair warning, but still, a “good one” is hard to keep to yourself, ain’t it? Now that he is famous, I hope he can take that show on the road.
Okay. You know what bugs me? You want to support your local gay/lezzie/trans business folk, but then some green grabbin’ homos want to charge a crazy fee. Just cuz queer-to-queer services are somehow “elite” or something? What’s up with that?
To insure that my wife would have the same rights as legally married couples should something happen to either of us, we drew up domestic partnership agreements through a queer attorney in Dallas a coupla years ago. It cost $500 for the whole package of forms. Now that we own a business and a home, we wanted to make some updates to our wills. Yesterday, the notes taken by an attorney from the same office barely filled a sheet of notebook paper. $ TWELVE HUNDRED DOLLARS $, she said. I was like, “Wow. You gonna look me in the eye with that and not even blink, huh?” It felt like a burn, but I was cordial, and we went ahead and left half of the fee as a retainer after our meeting yesterday. I mean, these things are important and necessary, right?
I know the paperwork means alot to Chris and her peace of mind, so I have been trying to shake it and just let it go… but really… for an hour or so of work that her receptionist will probably do, doesn’t that just seem like an *extreme* rip off? Am I right? I woke up this morning thinking, “Well, FUCK that.” I called the attorney and asked her to let me compensate her for her time yesterday. I am sure I can find some homophobe who will take my fiddy bux to type a few extra lines in my will.
Sheesh.
The attorney said to call her Monday and she’d get with me about what we owe her for her time yesterday. Hope she doesn’t cash the $600 check we left. I don’t want to feel bad when I see this very successful dyke around town at functions, but then again, I think I would truly cringe if I paid her that kinda dough.
Once Christine got a gay boy electrician from the local queer mag, hoping to feel safer having “family” working in our home. He insisted that I pay him handsomely up front. I argued, but he was really charming and said that was his firm policy. The whole experience was an absolute nightmare. I totally got ripped off for several hundred dollars for work he never did, and was obviously not skilled enough to accomplish. There were live wires hanging out the walls and everything.
This makes me sad. Hope it’s just been my experience alone.
Hey kids! If you have tight boy buns and you ever need to shove a bottle rocket up your ass in a drunken celebration, please remember… not too deep!
Yessss, such childish pranks are reeeeaaal funny until someone gets hurt… or until someone’s bare heiny gets scorched with flames! Then it’s hysterical!
Geez, I hope this poor sucka wasn’t really damaged or in need of skin grafts or anything. Wonder if his mama saw these pics. LOL
“Women Rescued From Ill-advised Lake Voyage” (Reuters)
Three incoherent women were found floating on a makeshift raft in the middle of a local lake this evening. Asked to identify themselves by local authorities, they would only reply “Jamaican Me Crazy!” and then break into wild laughter. One of the women who claimed to be from “LALAland”, was attempting to shield her fair skin with a tiny paper parasol, even though it was 11:00 PM. A second was attempting to row the raft with a dinner fork, claiming that if “he” could cut butter with it, she could paddle with it. The apparent captain of the rickety vessel, which bore the name “SS Confluence” written in lipstick, handed the authorities a strange note, which read–
“Floaters and sinkers
often intermingled
We are the floaters”
The raft was made of empty rum and Corona beer bottles stuck together with a substance that resembled Spam. Police estimated that the craft would have sunk within 15 minutes.
The women attracted the attention of rescuers because their loud rendition of the song “Desperado” carried across the lake.
