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“I think this culture speaks out one side of its mouth to homosexuals and then holds them at arm’s length with the other. They tell them things like:

‘Well ya know get some therapy, er maybe will your way out of it. Or can’t ya just not do it?’

That’s not the way it works folks. It’s my Boy on a Dolphin Theory:

If you’re a twelve-year old boy and you’re watchin’ the movie Boy on a Dolphin, and Sophia Loren crawls up outta the Aegean Sea after sponge-diving. She’s twenty-eight years old, she’s standin’ there on the deck of that boat in that see-thru gauze top, drippin’ wet, all over the boat deck…

If you’re a twelve year old boy and you can watch that, and you still wanna fuck the captain…you’re gay!”

From BoingBoing:

A citizen journalist snapped a jaw-dropping set of photos of a berserk motorist attacking a young bike-messenger in Toronto’s Kensington Market. The incident reportedly began when the motorist tossed litter out his window, and the courier threw it back in; the motorist reportedly threw a cup of coffee on the courier and the courier reportedly keyed his car

The source article from citynoise has been read over twenty-seven thousand times-Go blogosphere go!

More than a few of us out here felt that when my close friend Pat left us for the .mil, we had watched one of our best and brightest drop off the grid. Boot camp took forever, and when he came home for the holidays it was fantastic but short-lived, before Georgia swallowed him back for Officer Candidate School.

So imagine my shock and joy at waking up this morning and seeing his ridiculous buddy icon on my display! From the sound of things, OCS will allow him a bit more contact with the outside world.

His mentioning a previous post of mine about new summer threads, it makes me rest a bit easier about the likelyhood of him coming out of this close to the same old flavor of awesome we all know. Thanks man, you’re rising from the ashes slowly but surely (hence the whole Phoenix thing).

My good friend Jenny turned 21 yesterday, so naturally I had to roll out and celebrate with her. We started at Nola’s in downtown Paly, which had no shortage of entertainment.

A solid group of ladies (and their requisite hanger-on boys) turned out to help usher Jenny into full-blown adulthood. I had only met one of them before that night when Jenny roomed with her last year at SCU.

The drinking was hot and heavy, though I was able to abstain from straws and beads and puckered faces. Hiding behind my lens proved a successful strategy for staying sober.

I convinced the group to evac from what was becoming a capacity crowd at Nola’s. I enticed them with stories of a magic fairy and some friends who serve alchohol, and so we ventured down the block.

We stumbled into another birthday party at Hukilau, complete with a band for us to embarrass ourselves with. My main man Alan hooked up the pitcher, which was quickly spread across the table with grace.

Before I could really measure the level of inebriation of our group, the sake-bomb fairy had produced a special present for Jenny and the rest of us. Who were we to turn down such a gift?

Once the birthday girl started looking for alternative beverages, it was clear that I needed to help them move along (I’ve got a rep to uphold with my man Alan!) The girls claimed to need dancing, so it was off to Blue Chalk

As the group queued up to pay their dancing toll, some of them didn’t seem like they would survive very much of the hip-hop drizzling out from the gates of Blue Chalk.

As I said goodbye and promised that Jenny and I would indeed go out with Jenny again, as we now live so close together. I wished her a happy birthday and caught once last glimpse of the big smiles.

Happy birthday Jenny!

On Monday night I decided to whack all my hairs off a quarter-inch from my head. I always get antsy before a road trip (more on that later) and I had been meaning to do this for a while. Call it sexy, ugly, or anything else. Until you’ve swept a hand over your head and felt nothing, you can’t understand it’s simplicity. It’s a glorious feeling!