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contours provocations
journal - 2003-0404 - 1930 Feeling Better; Interruptions; "Changing Rooms"; Gay Blogs; Beer, Sex and Canoes I spent most of today in bed trying to sleep. And I had some sporadic success at it. And this evening, I do feel better. Of course, in mid morning, the yard man knocked on the door wanting to know when he could cut the grass. I slipped on some clothes and went to the back door. Looking oh so chic in dirty sweat pants, a long sleeve navy blue tee ripped at the seams, and hair sticking out like Bozo the clown. I was going for that wino just out of the gutter look. (I must explain about my hair. It is too straight to be completely curly; and too curly, to be completely straight. So it always manages to look like I've just come from the wind tunnel. And I don't want to do one of those gay clone buzzy things. About the best I can do is to leave it long and fluff it up.) I unplugged the phone this morning. Late in the afternoon, I plugged it in again and within a few minutes my mother was on the line saying she'd been trying to reach me all day. I guess what I need to do is to leave it plugged in but turn off the ringer, so that the recorder can grab messages if need be. However, there are times when I don't feel like being bothered by calls, messages, knocks on the door, carrier pigeons, smoke signals, or semaphore. Several times during the day, I tired to watch tv. Does anyone realize how many variants there are of "Changing Rooms" and "Ground Force"? And how they manage to be on every other channel. Gads! Enough is enough. Producers love them because they are cheap to make. The participants have the change to have a new yard or room. And obviously the audiences love them. Last night I received a note from someone I consider to be one of the truly great gay journalists on the web. I used to read his journal with great affection. To the point that he was like an old friend. He always had a unique way of looking at existence. Then he wrote less and less. Or so I thought. But he has pointed me in the direction of his "newest" effort. Which I look forward to wallowing in. Thanks for the note and the update. While I'm on the subject. Someone else I miss is Queerscribe. He has been called "the poppa smurf of gay journals." An apt title indeed. He would talk in exquisite detail of his sexual adventures. Yet, it never struck me as pandering. It was the way any sexual context should be discussed. Without hesitation, as a natural part of the world. Queerscribe closed down the log, and moved to personal e-mails. But those too have become less and less. Queery, dear, if you're reading this, please get your little bunny behind in gear and fucking WRITE! An old joke from the Monty Python crew sprang to mind. "Why is American beer like having sex in a canoe?" ***** ***** *****
And the answer is:
PAX!
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