Awesome photography! Check out her “Fabrica” series. Love art that takes humans out of their bodies.
Awesome photography! Check out her “Fabrica” series. Love art that takes humans out of their bodies.
DO YOU HEAR WHAT I HEAR?
The holidaze were downright pleasant here at the Love Shack.
Some members of our chosen fambly arrived to proclaim the Eve of Christmas and Hannuka. LaWheeze wore her fuzzy pink sweater (the one Fisto sewed that makes her look like a fat cotton candy sheep) and of course we all donned our gay apparel. (Cuz …we are gay.) Miz Chris slipped stylish potholders on her manicured hands and revealed the magical glory of enchiladas. We ate, drank and proceeded to carry on with the merry. We took turns hammering some metal riffs on my plastic guitar Playstation game (as I channeled Jimi from on high.) Here we came a-wassailing over a fierce-ass, throw-down game of Cranium. Relationships was destroyed. Chairs was broke. Lawd. Chocolate was eaten with a vengeance! (The Femmes cheated as usual, gawd love em — wouldn’t be a merry nuthin had they lost.) To close the evening, the always elegant Miss Slips scooted around on my rug with a lil number about lighting the menorah and dancing the hora. (Some of the holy words slipped her mind, but she was obviously overcome by joyful thoughts of the latkes forthcoming.)
Christmas morning(ish) on the day of our Lord, a whooping rally cry pierced the ears of the almightee! (You know how she do.) In a fierce blitzkrieg never before witnessed by god-fearing peoples of these lands, blazing Babygrrl flew straight on into a present-flying-frenzy …. lacerating all festive wrapping paper in sight and shredding up a mess of pretty bows — quick as goverment cheese on a grater. Just flat tore em up is all. Even before we cut on the Christmas tree lights! (Seems since Santa Claus done delivered, that girl has taken to actin’ like she got no raising.) And we had more homo fambly over so we could exhalt the gift ante exponentially. 
Christine’s friend Michael (bless his heart) presented her with a divine LIGHTBULB. An extraordinary proclamation of advanced technology was boldly emblazoned across on the heavy-duty shrinkwrap… letting allllll whom this light shed upon know it shall save us from the darkness for *seven years*. Yes, it was surely a Christmas miracle down at the Love Shack! As you imagine, Miz Chris was speechless, overcome with a certain sentiment that could never be expressed by merely bumping her gums in appreciation.
Come afternoon, we had a most excellent traditional dinner, wonderful company, and lively conversation (til the time-honored turkey trance put us all in a stupor.) Miz Chris came down the bird dizzies and damn near tripped over a cordless phone. Gee blinked reeeeeaaaaal ssslooooow in the middle of discussing rococo, and was caught “restin’ her eyes”. Mikey looked like he got runned over by a reindeer, and suddenly Daddy had a whole head fulla simple. Once my eyes opened from a long winter’s nap, doncha know my gotdamn clothes was outta style? Slips was jes fine cuz she’s vegetarian, workin’ that eggnog like she do.
We were blessed with a very enjoyable weekend. 
We had all of our faraway friends in our hearts and I hope everyone we love also had glad tidings this holiday.
Like several web sites that recently have completely overhauled terms of service, been investigated by the feds, been forcefully shut down, or gone offline for fear of prosecution… the very popular social networking site www.tribe.net is voluntarily conforming to the VERY SCARY newly updated 2257 laws. Consider that Tribe is simply a free forum for end-users to connect and communicate, kinda like Craig’s List. Tribe is not a porn site. Not at all.
The sites below are absolutely work-safe because they are *gone*.
So blink once and say bye bye to these web sites:
http://www.red-rose-stories.com/ (community submitted erotic stories - site was seized, all of her computers were seized… and there were no pics, only stories)
http://www.nowthatsfuckedup.com (swapping nudie pics of girlfriends and wives was ok here until soldiers began posting real pics from the war and the feds got involved — note this webmaster is still in jail at the time of this posting)
http://www.gapingmaw.com/35150/ (macabre essays)
Wanna know what’s going on? The updated 2257 mandates that all website owners to keep *physical* records such as driver’s licenses and birth cerificates documenting that “any digitally or computer-manipulated image, digital image, picture, or *other* matter that contains a depiction of an actual human being engaged in actual sexually explicit conduct” is over the age of 18. In addition, web site owners must post a physical business address and absurd “hours of operation” on our web sites, just in case feds need access to official documents. (Or just in case psychos want to find us.) Sexual images or the written word in the form of adult stories submitted by users online are illegal retroactively, and the penalty for web site owners who have no documentation is five years in a federal penitentiary.
I laugh at conspiracy theory types, but concern is not an over-reaction in this case. Most of us who are interested in watching this unfold have believed the government would surely not even attempt to enforce this. But slowly they are. And surprisingly, it seems like few have noticed so many American freedoms are slipping away in so many ways.
Yes, the changes in the name of “family values” greatly affect the US adult entertainment industry on the internet, which in itself is a damned shame. But this kind of open-ended censorship obviously goes way beyond protecting children. Any 10 year can still find tits and ass online, even if the site is not in the US, and kids will probably always be subjected to predators in chat rooms, etc. Many believe the popular agenda of protecting children was tactically slipped in so the government could extend regulatations on us all.
This updated law is a VERY SERIOUS blow to freedom of speech worldwide, our ability to interact with other humans online, and our fucking *privacy*. Scary. And impossible to monitor on sites like my own Butch-Femme.com (or even Live Journal) where adult community members occasionally share themes of an adult nature. Or dating sites where the incidental nudie pic might be thrown in, even if users are clearly asked not to post damned pictures of their genitalia like I do on B-F.com! Besides, it is impossibly unsafe for end-users if any ol’ web site owner possesses enough private information to steal your identity or stalk you.
Oh, and it targets and virtually outlaws BDSM. You know paddles and ball gags and fetish totally freaks ‘em out! And sites where users share body modifications to their own nipples, clits or cocks? Twisted! And the impassioned and tenderly intimate **Daddy/Grrl** current on Butch-Femme.com!?!?? Good lord. What would straight, male, righteous lawmen make of dykes who captivate one another within THAT often misunderstood “taboo”?
“Take away the right to say ‘fuck’ and you take away the right to say ‘fuck the government.’”
- Lenny Bruce (and everyone knows what happened to the comedian Lenny Bruce)
Feel free to share this. But keep in mind I am too old and too fat to go to a work camp, ya’ll.
Not a meme or anything. Just curious.
What are the top ten or so books you have loved, or have influenced your life the most? And what are some books you haven’t read that you want to?
My Faves:
- The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand
- Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
- The Prophet – Kahlil Gabran
- Bastard Out of Carolina - Dorothy Allison
- The Bluest Eye – Toni Morrison
- Rubyfruit Jungle - Rita Mae brown
- I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings - Maya Angelou
- Fear of Flying – Erica Jong
- The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
- Where the Wild Things Are – Maurice Sendak
- Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret - Judy Blume
I have missed many classics because I read alot of true crime trash and other short attention span books with random facts. I haven’t been devoting time to books lately, but here are some that I want to read:
- The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter - Carson McCullers
- Wise Blood - Flannery O’Connor
- The Sound and The Fury - William Faulkner
- Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
- Tobacco Road - Erskine Caldwell
I am no scrooge, but I am so disappointed with the military leanings of my own country lately even this hokey press release for kids sadly makes me nervous… LOL
U.S. Secretary of Transportation Norman Y. Mineta Signs Open Skies Agreement for Kris Kringle.
http://www.dot.gov/affairs/dot14403.htm
(Yes, this is the real gummit web site of the Dept. of Transportation. Hope they don’t shoot Santa.)
Finding an AWESOME, heavily carved kneehole desk from the 30’s in a trash pile. It has all the drawers and pulls and EVERYTHING!!! Seriously, this treasure is my best free find of all time and I cannot imagine why someone tossed it. Some of the veneer is bubbling, but all I have to do is inject glue under it and press it with an iron. I am going to put it in my guest room in exchange for the ugly one I have in there now.
Decorating the front room with Christmas cards from far away friends.
Shopping, wrapping, shipping… SO DONE. Now ready for MY presents!
Looking forward to a sweet holiday with my girl. Like most passionate relationships, my wife and I cycle from kiss-kiss to fight-fight. Our moon and stars are synched in a wonderfully high kiss-kiss lately. She is my best friend and we have more fun than most kids. I plan to pull that grrrl’s pigtails and tease her, and then please her, if ya know what I mean. 
Thinking of folks I love very much will soon be visiting from out of town. YaY!
Remembering lil’ G with a silly turtle dove pinned on top of her head as she helped us decorate our Liberace tree. I smile every time I pass by our tree cuz it really is just a pretty thang. Puts a fat Daddy in the jolly ol’ Saint Nick spirit.
Getting in the mind set to stop smoking (again) and to give eating better another serious try. I am looking forward to it.
Exchanging heartfelt emails with my old homo friend from high school, and being amazed how we can always pick up where we left off every time we visit. He is still so much fun; we don’t have to beg money or car keys from his parents; aaaaaand there’s NO SCHOOL tomorrow! Wheeeee!
Blowing some kinda cacaphony on my harp that sounds a little like blues to me. Even though I realize this noise would be annoying and probably unbearable to must ears, it pleases me.
Thinking I am 16 and stoned again as I crunch out blistering notes from Megadeth, Ozzie, ZZTop and the like on my new PS2 Guitar Hero game. I am a fucking rock star~~~!!!
Hopefully finishing up some web projects before the holiday partying begins. Babygrrl needs some shoes, doncha know!
Wishing happy holidays to people I love, and meaning it truly.
Being a sweethearted ol’ happy-ass cheeseball lately in my backwards cap and cruel boots.
Fuck it. ‘Tis the season, yeah?
Aaaiiight, by request. My chicken and dumplins recipe was actually snagged from Threadgills Diner, the old dive in Austin where Janis Joplin played. And it is hella good. I have made this many times, so my version has some adjustments. This makes about 8 servings, but you can cut the recipe in half.
Chicken and Dumplins
CHICKEN STOCK:
2 whole chickens
1 cup carrots, each sliced 1/2-inch thick
2 bay leaves
1 rib celery, roughly chopped
Half a yellow onion roughly chopped
Couple three solid shakes of dried tarragon
Buttload of garlic powder
Half buttload of onion powder
2-3 pinches of dried thyme
3 cloves garlic
12 peppercorns, or three or so shakes of table pepper
DUMPLINS:
3 cups Bisquick Mix
1 cup milk
FINAL SEASONINS
1 teaspoon Tabasco Sauce
1 teaspoon black pepper, or to taste
1 teaspoon salt, or to taste
Get an ENORMOUS stock pot, or half everything into two pots. Put birds in the stock pot with bay leaves, tarragon, thyme, peppercorns, and garlic. Cover with cold water, and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer for about 30 minutes or until chicken is just short of done. Wash and roughly chop vegetables, putting trimmings and all into stock pot. Carefully remove chickens from pot, leaving stock at a bubblin simmer. Drink a beer. Let the chickens cool slightly and remove meat from the birds. Check the meat you just removed very carefully for bones, and shred it into good sized pieces. THE IMPORTANT PART is putting bones and skins back into the stock pot and boiling the heyull out of them for a few hours. When dogs are barking and your neighbors smell chicken, turn off burner. Contemplate stock while drinking a beer.
Mix Bisquick with milk. You might have to adjust the mix or milk so the dough is not a sticky mess. On a lightly floured surface, roll out the dough 3/8-inch thick. Cut into half inch squares and let ‘em sit. Strain stock to remove all the boiled up veggies and whatnot, skimming fat from top with a biggo deep spoon. (If you are cooking Southern, never throw away good grease.) Use enough flour and reserved fat to make about 6 tablespoons of light roux (the consistency of gravy). Splash a gallon of your strained chicken stock into a huge pot. Avoid boiling your appendages. Add just a handful of chopped onion, celery sliced very thin, and half a carrot or so, sliced or diced. Toss in some frozen peas if you like. There should only be a a RUMOUR of vegetables. Bring the stock to a bubbling simmer yet again til your hint of veggies are nice and tender. Add roux and stir until it starts to thicken. (If needed, ain’t no shame in adding a splash or two of yellow food coloring while no one is looking.) Add them dumplins and reduce the heat slightly, stirring to keep your little pillows from sticking. The dumplins will float as they fluff up, and they will also help thicken your stock. When the soup stays on the back of a spoon, add the shredded chicken meat, Tabasco, black pepper, and salt to taste. Cook and stir until yer yummy dumplins are completely done, about 20 minutes.
Remove your shoes. Wiggle your toes while your enjoy this with some cornbread.
Fuck salad!
North Pole Renegades
It is beginning to sound alot like chili Christmas over here, even though Miz Claus really needs to check the Elf-Help Section for this gift wrapping bizzness. I hate to point out how some sassy girl bandaged these gifts like scrunched-up, carazee, asymmetrical origami. A fat Daddy had to bust out reams and reams of ribbon and a few geometry books just so’s they would look right! Now she is all fulla attitude while poor Chuy is running around with Scotch tape stuck to his little head.
I am thinking a certain babygrrl best *act right* cuz Santa is still checking those Christmas stats!
But… you know how she do.