May 25, 2012

pkthndr said: i mean, yeah it is a bit small town but fuck em. don’t cater to the masses do what is right and what is right is scantily clad men and women dancing all that jazz

It’s more a matter of people coming to see, and having a venue and having performers than a matter of not wanting to piss anybody off.  Part of the motivation behind wanting to do it (besides my love of the song) is exposing people to something different than they’re used to.

I’d like to put together a Finchy’s Totally Weird Variety Show.

And spend several hours on a stage with people being wacky.

May 25, 2012
Is this too small of a town …

for me to do a genderfuck performance of “All That Jazz”?  Because, I want.  Scantily clad background dancers of all genders, maybe?

May 20, 2012
Seriously

“We’re taking ourselves really seriously so that our audience doesn’t have to.”

Holly Anne Ruggiero, the guest speaker at the sixth annual TAMY Awards this evening, had no real competition for my personal favorite quote of the day.  Except perhaps from her self.

Now I’m home, three nominations and no awards later, sitting in my room and contemplating why it is that tonight meant so much to me, and why I felt the powerful need during Ms. Ruggiero’s speech to whip out my phone and hastily jot down the quote above for fear of forgetting it.

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May 9, 2012
I couldn’t come up with a clever POTUS joke.

But no matter.  I’ll be able to blog about this just as well without one.

I think it was just this morning I was fighting back punch-feelings about a news article I was reading that compared putting pressure on the President of the United States to clarify his stance on same-sex marriage with exposing a closet homosexual to his or her friends and family.  I don’t even need to go into why that pisses me off, really.  Do I?  No.  You’re smart people.

Moving past the punch-inspiring parts, the article went on to point out an annoyingly valid problem with forcing POTUS to “come out” (psh) in favor of same-sex marriage: its possible negative effect on his re-election campaign.

The writer of the article lays it out like this: 

“Would it be preferable to have an occupant in the White House who definitively endorses same-sex marriage in 2012?  Yes.

But I’d rather have one that endorses it in 2013, 2014, 2015, and 2016.”

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May 8, 2012

Couldn’t resist.

(Source: lulusaurus, via hedgehogula)

May 6, 2012
Massachusetts Pride!

I love living in MA, because gay marriage is legal here.  

This means not only can gay and lesbian couples have the same rights as heterosexual couples (except for some of them), but also that atheism is taught in our schools.

That’s right, folks.  Because gay marriage is legal here - fuck religious freedom!  If you want to take your kid to church or Sunday school, that is just too bad.  If gays can get married, religion is a lie.  Christianity is the biggest lie, but we’re all about equality.

Clergy here have completely stopped leading worship services to free up as much time as possible for gay weddings, which they must perform to avoid a legally-mandated death penalty.  That is of course when they’re not traveling from middle school to middle school, teaching the Anal Sex Classes (ASC’s) that Massachusetts children must pass in order to be admitted to college.

The bottom line here is that religion is against our belief system as LGBT people, and it is our right as Americans to impose that belief system on you through legislation.

No, I do not see how that is immoral.  But what do you expect?  I’m a faggot; morality makes no sense to me.

It’s easy to call anti-marriage-equality activists dirty words like “homophobic,” or “bigoted,” or “dumbass.”  But really, all they are trying to do is keep the religious oppression and rampant hedonism that has gripped Massachusetts and other states from spreading across the country.  And they’re just as entitled to that as I am to fuck their kids.

In the butt.

Because that’s how we have sex.

Because there is no god.

April 29, 2012
I want to feel good about falling in love.

To take it off my list of don’ts. Tear out the page in my thesaurus where infatuation and disappointment are inextricably linked, like the happy, snuggling couples (boy/girl, boy/girl) I’ve frowned at on countless TV screens.

I want to come alive. To find new reason in your face/smile/laugh/hair/hands, instead of laying on the floor killing my feelings as nearly as I can. And never quite losing the stains they leave behind.

When I look at you and think to myself how lovely your whole self is, I want for once to smile at the thought. There’s a pile of crinkled up copies of it, shoved to the back of my drawer. And I’m running out of room.

April 26, 2012
You BruWin some; you BruLose some.

I am experiencing a very new phenomenon in my life.  A while ago, I wrote about how I somehow like a sport now and that was weird.  Now I’m sad about a thing that happened in that sport and it’s even weirder.

It’s hard for me to decide whether it is overall a good thing for me, and humankind generally, to have something [admittedly kind of arbitrary] to root for.

The only thing I have to compare it to is being the fan of a musician, but in the case of musicians my support comes from the fact that their art has an effect on me.  I admire it because I find it to be somehow exceptional.  It speaks to me.  But when it comes to the Bruins, I don’t love them because they’re exceptional or they’re the best team.  They’re the best team because I love them. 

And of course, my favorite musicians are rarely (if ever) competing.  Which means they don’t ever lose.  I’m always psyched about them as long as they keep putting out music and it keeps being awesome music and such.

With the Bruins, this is not always the case.  Like tonight.

Despite my sadness, though, I must say I’m proud of my Bruins.  (Yes, they’re mine now.  I feel I have experienced a broad enough spectrum of Bruin emotions to claim this as true.)  Sure their hopes for the Cup have been dashed this year, but I still love ‘em.  Even though I still don’t really know why.

All-in-all, the tl;dr version is that tonight’s loss has brought a new perspective to my newfound likage of a sport.  And I think I like it even more now.

Still really weird.

April 24, 2012

Could we lie in bed,

While I cry all over you?

That might help a bit.

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