Three days ago, to be exact, and I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention it (at least in passing). We all mark significant milestones in our lives, and 22 September 1979 was one of the most critical in my development. Not unlike a majority of gay men of my generation, the moment we pass from acknowledging our attractions to acting upon them can be tumultuous, distressing, earth-shattering and wonderful.
Thousands of men later, many thousands of experiences later… and yet, that particular “birth” was more than sex. It was entry into Otherness. Outsiderness. I cherish and celebrate that singular moment, that birth, in every encounter, on every new day.
Happy Birthday, me. Thirty years. Ho-LEE.
I hope every gay kid reading this, but not yet having had the moment of birth of which I speak, knows that those who’ve come before you — heh — will always be your brothers.
Rugby star — and TTNO fan-fave — Ben Cohen strips for Attitude mag and says this about his physique:
I don’t think I’ve got a good body. And that’s not cause I want you to say I have. I don’t look in the mirror and go: ‘Fucking hell Benny, good body.’ I look at it and go, actually, I need to lose some more weight, I need to do some more work and I’ll go into the gym and I’ll try, I don’t really think I have a good body. If people do than fair enough. I think it’s my genetic make-up. I don’t really have much of a say in it.”
I’m sorry, Mr. Cohen, but they simply do not make ‘em much hotter. Predictably, more after the jump (underwear shots, possibly NSFW)…
What a great week. Got a shitload of work done, kicked cardio ass at the gym and, best of all, met up with and hung out with MikeP, one of my oldest and dearest friends (and, if memory serves, the first person to whom I came out), here in YVR on business. I can’t wait until he returns on vacation.
Timber and Your Host, Silently Judging You, 19 September 2009
And Timber paid a visit to this fair city, for a few days of work and a few days of R&R. These guys represent two of my very closest friends and confidants, and it did my soul — if I had one, I mean — a world of good to intersect with them.
Add Champ to the mix and, well, heaven. If there was one, I mean. And if I ever had a chance of getting there, too.
Champ and Your Host, 19 September 2009
Timber and Your Host, 19 September 2009
I’m almost embarrassed at how happy I am, here and now and, if I was a different person, at how blessed I am. Connectedness, people. Respect it. Cherish it.
Short week, lots of work done, busted my Craigslist cherry (sold a TV and a Betamax — oh, yeah!) and my Kijiji cherry (sold my old bike), hung out with the inimitable J.D.:
So we’re off to Israel in a month and planning’s in full swing, so I decided to share some videos we’ve been watching while researching. We’ll (of course) be using Sheepy’s invaluable posts on Israel and Israeli culture to inform our itinerary, and the abundant assistance we’re receiving from friends of the faith who’ve made pilgrimages in the past.
To say I’m excited beyond belief would be criminal understatement, and not just because it’s been far too long since we’ve made significant travel plans. I make no bones about it. Or, rather, maybe I do: Israeli men, people. I’m not made of stone.
And you should maybe be forewarned that the videos below are gonna be pretty gay.
Cute ad from the Israel Ministry of Tourism:
Video: Go Israel!
And then there’s this excerpt from an Israeli soap opera, which cracked me up because… isn’t that the theme song from Futurama playing in the opening minutes? (Caution: bare bums and necking should you choose to go beyond that point).
My brother and sister-in-law are in town from San Francisco. Took them to Gorilla Food for raw, vegan eats. I know, right? But the smoothies rocked. Later, we went to the VPL:
Sibling Ribaldry: Champ and Me with Sis-in-Law and Bro
…where we saw… a wedding photo? Okayyy.
Goin’ to the Libr’y and We’re… Gonna Get Married
It was a good day.
Cat and House Game (Yaletown, Vancouver, 5 September 2009)
Anyone who’s spent a night out on the town in Vancouver in the last 30+ years has at least heard of Dick’s on Dicks (or Richard’s on Richards, for the less-vulgar). Surprisingly, it’s not a nonheterosexual club, despite its perfect name for such.
I’ve never been through its doors (and if you haven’t, either, you can take a virtual tour here). And a virtual tour is all you get, now, because this:
Dick’s on Dicks (July 2009)
…has become this:
Bricks on Dicks (September 2009)
So Dick’s on Dicks’ neighbours have traded drunken teenagers bellowing “I’m fukkin’ DRUUUUUNNNNKKKKK!” at 2AM (and the occasional stabbing/shooting) for noisy construction equipment throughout weekdays. Fair trade? Tough call.
Though I think religion is total horseshit, I deeply respect the religious experience.
By that I mean that we humans have a peculiar physiology and psychology which can lend itself to certain perceptions which we casually describe as “religious” and, because these perceptions and experiences have yet to be scientifically studied in any significant fashion, we’re left with wholly-inadequate — if not wholly-inaccurate — explanations from the faithful or, more benignly, philosophers and artists.
Sam Harris is one scientist who’s been lobbying strenuously for research into the religious experience, to help explain, scientifically, what’s actually going on when we see an angel or travel down a corridor of light or feel a an irregularly huge rush of empathy and belonging. In The Four Horsemen, a deeply-engaging conversation between Harris, Chris Hitchens, Rich Dawkins and Dan Dennett, he makes his case:
I think there is a range of experience that is rare, and that is only talked about without obvious qualms in religious discourse. And because it’s only talked about in religious discourse, it is just riddled with superstition. And it’s used to cash out various metaphysical schemes which it can’t reasonably do. But clearly people have extraordinary experiences. Whether they have them on LSD, or they have them because they were alone in a cave for a year, or they have them because just happen to have the neurology that is particularly labile that allows for it, but people have self-transcending experiences. And people have the best day of their life where everything seemed, you know, they seemed at one with nature. And for that, because religion seems to be the only game in town in talking about those experiences and dignifying them, that’s one reason why I think it seems to be taboo to criticise it, because you are talking about the most important moments in people’s lives and trashing them, at least from their view.
And, you know, he’s right. Trashing such experiences accomplishes little, but illuminating them… that’s how we can dispell the superstitions and discover some seriously exciting potentials for our evolved minds and brains.
Video: Animated representation of Brion Gysin’s Dream Machine
And speaking of illuminating, I’m currently enjoying, very much, Toronto filmmaker Nik Sheehan’s documentary FLicKeR, about one such way to trigger the ecstatic experience, Brion Gysin’s Dream Machine.
A host of ultracool artists appear in Sheehan’s documentary, too, but I’ll let you visit the official site for that. Certainly, some of the most influential artists of the past 50 years — William S. Burroughs, Brion Gysin, Kenneth Anger, Kurt Cobain and Genesis P-Orridge — are connected with the device. I’ve certainly been fascinated by the idea for over thirty years. Here Marianne Faithfull describes the experience and Gen P-Orridge describes its, um, genesis:
Video: Excerpt from the movie FLicKeR
Instructions for creating a Dream Machine can be found at the movie’s official site (link above). Thirty years of fascination alone is more than enough. Looks like someone’s going to be visiting second-hand audio equipment shops in the next week or so.
It’s no secret I’m a huge fan of The Dandy Warhols but it may not be widely known that The Beatles’ “Blackbird” is one of my very favourite songs. As it turns out, in the title track to The Dandys’ Welcome to the Monkey House, they sing
Wire is coming back again
Elastica got sued by them
When Michael Jackson dies
We’re covering “Blackbird”
And won’t it be absurd then
When no one knows what song they just heard
Unless someone on the radio tells them first
So come on come on come on
Come
Come on come on come on
Come on
Come on come on come on
You monkeys
Well, they promised, and they delivered:
Video: The Dandy Warhols “Blackbird”
Zia! Amazing. And so not a tribute, as many have mistaken.
Image: Screencap from this week’s episode of True Blood
Don’t get me wrong, I love me some over-the-top Alan Ball zaniness, but the scene above, between Bill and The Queen, was one serious thespian trainwreck.
flickr’s being hardass about the images hosted on their servers, which is their right, so in an effort to ease their concerns, I’m moving the ones they consider contentious to another server. That’ll mean there’ll be quite a few broken images until the move is complete. My apologies for the inconvenience.
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