How To Save A Life...

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life...

... what do you do when it involves your own? How do you tell yourself to open and let others in? How do you use your own advice for yourself? My life has taken an interesting twist ever since I came out to my mother. Conversations with her are the strangest ever, we don't talk the same way we used to, we haven't laughed in almost two weeks... ...I've come to a point where I truly hate being at home. Here, the definition of a family applies to the extent that Mariah Carey is black: it ain't happenin'. As many have told me, this was expected, as I know it was myself. But some small part of me hoped that my mom would not act this way and just accept me for who I am as I did not choose this lifestyle. Yes, I made a choice and that's to be something, or better yet someone who reflects who I am inside, not what my environment sees as normal for me to be. And sometimes, these kind of things can get to one's head and cause them to inflict harm on themselves, some even paying the ultimate price. I will not take that road. Yes, it will give me rest from all the bullshit I've had to go through, but bringing tears to the eyes of those I care about will not solve anything. I decide to fight for what I believe in, alive and kicking. It took me 9 years to get out of the closet and I am sure as hell not going back for anyone.
So how do you save a life? Help it live and show it that the light at the end of that dark tunnel is not an oncoming train.

The Cooper Union:: Season 4:14

The heat turns on as the students at The Cooper Union get dressed to attend a semi-formal soirée thrown by the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Instead of his usual crowd from last year, Jacquy was accompanied by Patricia, Mehadi and Norbert Corber, the depressed freshman, who lives a double life as a closeted electrical genius at Cooper, while he is known by his fellow queer peers as an all out and proud homosexual around the Christopher St. pier. As he keeps sending messages warning of his depression and suicide proposals, Dennard gives up on him while Jacquy keeps trying, only to realize that his work is in vain. He confronts Norbert, telling him that people can only help him if he helps himself. Jacquy thinks that he may have gotten through to him, but he has little hope.
Meanwhile, at the Met reception, Etta, blossoming in a new dress that she purchased that same day for the occasion, begins to play a game of hide and seek as she seeks out russian hunk Ras and pretentious Vladimir, who has been strangely getting closer and closer to her as the days go on. Etta also meets Jacquy's dysfunktional gang from Hunter College: Francisco, his shy girlfriend Gloria, the cynical bisexual Brandon, and the ever-so-sweet Eva, who bears more and more similiraties to Etta. Etta's game finally bears fruit as she spots Ras with an unidentified woman, whom it is believed there may be some history between her and Ras. Jacquy calls Ras over and has him take a picture with Etta.
While at the reception, Jacquy gets a call from Brian. He brings up once more the fact that Jacquy cheated, telling him that he wants to trust Jacquy, but his heart is telling him otherwise. Jacquy doesn't understand why he keeps bringing this up since Brian himself cheated, but doesn't look back on it since it's in the past. Jacquy points this out and Brian realizes that there may actually be hope to have his heart trust Jacquy again.
The rest of the evening goes on uneventfully. As our gang heads out, Etta decides to go home. Jacquy overhears that Ras was going the same way and decides to call out Ras, who was leaving with another friend, and asks him to give Etta a ride. Ras agrees without hesitation. When they drop Etta off, Ras' friend steps away, leaving the two alone and Ras kisses Etta on the cheek, wishing her a good night.
Meanwhile, Jacquy and the Hunter gang decide to take a walk around the city, leaving the Met. There, Francisco decides to confront Jacquy about practicing his driving since he is still traumatized from last year's accident as the images keep on coming back to his head. Norbert tries to make a point only to be yelled at by Jacquy, showing some dents in the relationship between the two.
Back in school, Ernesto's relationship with Etta seems to have improved a little bit after Jacquy tells Ernesto why Etta has been avoiding him, pointing out his graphic, perverted plaisanteries. Ernesto decides to take it down, to avoid making enemies.
Meanwhile, Vivian responds to Dominic's e-mail, acknowledging each other's mistakes. They make up, but realize that there are a lot of differences between each other that they will never be able to change, such as their study habits.
At the same time, Dominic reveals a terrifying secret to Jacquy about his relationship with Leala, that may have some consequences for the couple in the future.
That night, Vivian, Etta, Jacquy, and Ras have some fries from "Pommes Frites", forming Ta new triumverate in the Vivian-Jacquy-Dominic friendship, replacing Dominic with Etta. Ras sets in comfortably with the gang after exchanging a series of eye contacts with Etta across the KATZ.

To Be or Not To Be...

...that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler to keep your family in the dark to break their hearts by telling them the truth...Can you take a guess which one I chose?

Last sunday, after another argument with my mother, I decided to give her a 5-page letter, coming out to her, explaining everything from the beginning, since I was 9 years old. I didn't think it was possible to summarize 10 years of my life in 5 pages of Word document. But I did it and as I was writing it, my throat was choked up, my hands were shaking and I was feeling at a point where dying would probably have been a better feeling.

As youngsters carry out this process, some write letters, some get drunk and spill it out at a family reunion, some are sober and spill it out at a family reunion, some TXT their parents (as much as this is hard to believe...the possibilities with technology), some get into arguments and do it out of spite. I did get into an argument with my mom, but I didn't give it to her out of spite. It was out of pity. Our argument was about the fact that I am a compulsive liar, that most of the things that come out of my mouth when I talk to her are lies. I wanted to defend myself but she was right: I was a liar. I had been one for 10 years with her and my whole family and seeing her cry about, moved me so much that I couldn't bear doing this to her any longer... ...so I told her the truth and it broke her heart. The truth is never easy.

Coming out, as cliché as it may sound to many, is still a process that all homosexual men go through with their friends and families. What prevents many of them from doing so as soon as they know for a fact they are gay is the fear of acceptance from the world they live in everyday, their surroundings. I often visit my best friend up at his school, at Hunter College. There, I see several of my old high schools, quite a few of whom I never came out to. Now I ran into one of them on one of the floors and we greeted each other, caught up a little bit, etc. After he finds out that I was gay, whenever he sees me now, he turns away, avoids me by any means necessary. He even scolded my best friend for associating himself with "such people". I don't understand how I can be comfortably talking to someone like that and the very next week, he looks at me as a leper. That is discrimination at its most basic form and it is a sad fact of life. What man doesn't understand, he fears or wants to eliminate. I believe Patrick Stewart said it best as Professor X in "X-Men: United" (2003): "Sharing the world has never been one of mankind's best attributes."

Ernest Gaines once said, "Why is it as a society we would rather see men holding guns than holding hands?" Thing is we call today's modern world civilized, intelligent and evolving...yet we cling on to many vices that we never truly evolve. As a result, we make the same mistakes over and over again, ultimately destroying our own selves. Can one hope for any change? Only time can tell, because as a dear friend of mine keeps telling me, relying on the human species is one of the worst mistakes one can ever make.

12 TYPE'z 0F FEMALE'z! READ IT ALL

so what's your flava?


Ok, so yeah, I know, this isn't original but it is just too damn good to pass. For all my heterosexual friends, this can serve as advice or warning for you:

1. Ms. Gold-Digger
Advantages
a. You have some one to manage your money.
b. She always looks good.
c. She makes your other niggas jealous.
d. She makes you look good.

Disadvantages
a. When you get broke she'll be gone and take what you have left.
b. She makes sure she has a child by you to sue you for child support.
c. Once your nigga comes up she'll be on his arm the next day.

2. Ms. Freak (secret lover)

Advantages
a. She knows all the right positions.
b. She'll try everything more than once.
c. You're never unsatisfied.
d. She'll do all the things your girl won't do.
e. She doesn't mind being your freak, as long as she catches one too.

Disadvantages
a. Eventually, b/c she's a female, she'll end up catching feelings.
b. She starts to act like she's your "main".
c. She fucks wit ya boy and act like you in the wrong for telling her that she's a freak.
d. Eventually her shit gets old. And you need a replacement.

3. Ms. Independent

Advantages
a. You don't have to worry about buying her anything. She got it.
b. She's intelligent, sassy, confident and determined.
c. She's great for (business) conversation.
d. She keeps it real and has goals.
e. She knows how to please a man.

Disadvantages
a. She will continuously let you know, that she can handle it on her own.
b. She will eventually say fuck you and get a dildo.
c. She will consider you another one her play toys, or goals.

4. Ms. Dyme
Advantages
a. She's top of the line.
b. She stays looking like a fantasy.
c. She has the body of a goddess with the face to match.
d. She considers herself a "model"
e. Gets you on hard whenever you see her.
f. All the girls envy her, but she doesn't care.

Disadvantages
a. She's superficial. She cares only about her looks.
b. She honestly lacks confidence and will annoy you about the way she looks.
c. She's probably dumb as hell and if she's not her personality is dry.
d. You have to constantly keep your game up b/c every nigga is gonna try to get her.

5. Ms. Tomboy Advantages
a. She's cool and laid back.
b. She'll be willing to play rough with you.
c. Of course, she loves sports.
d. Her body is athletically divine.
e. She's easy to talk to and fun to be around.
f. She's a diamond in the rough.

Disadvantages
a. She'll remind you too much of your nigga.
b. She might not want to change her appearance.
c. She might actually beat you in basketball, football and track.
6. Ms. Ghetto Advantages
a. She's not afraid of any other female or male. She will fight to keep you.
b. She's down for you. She'll be there to bail you out of jail.
c. She's always stays fresh.
d. She can cook up a storm. She can make the best out of a bad situation.
e. She keeps it real and keeps you satisfied.

Disadvantages
a. She doesn't know how to act in public.
b. Your mama can't stand her.
c. You get into with her every other second.
d. She's willing to fight another girl looking at you or her PERIOD.
e. Her weave colors are distracting and her vocabulary is minimal.
7. Ms. Good Girl Advantages
a. She's always there for you.
b. She's intelligent, classy, kind, sweet and cool.
c. Your mother loves her.d. You can see yourself falling in love with her.
e. You are her first everything.
f. She makes you feel like a man.

Disadvantages
a. She's an A or B situation either:
A. You're not gonna get any until ya'll are married or
B. She said she's never done - she said she's never tried - she's sitting there telling a muthafukkin' lie.
8. Ms. Main Advantages
a. She is the one you respect.
b. She probably may know about the others but might not care.
c. She has all the qualities you want in a female.
d. You've been with her forever.

Disadvantages
a. She starts getting very suspicious and calls you every moment.
b. She will devise a plan to catch you in your act and then kick your ass
9. Ms. Psycho Advantages
a. She's fun and spontaneous.
b. She's down to earth.
c. She loves you unconditionally.
d. Everything about her is too good to be true. So everyone loves her.
e. She makes you feel loved.

Disadvantages
a. Don't you break up with her. She will stalk your ass.
b. She keeps pictures of you everywhere and knows everything about you.
c. She can manipulate the hell out of you.
d. She will consider herself wifey even if she may just be that chick on the side.
e. Fuckin' with her can make your life a living hell.

10. Ms. I have a Man Advantages
a. She may have a man but she'll mess with you anyway.
b. She looks good.
c. You have an intense night of passion with her.

Disadvantages
a. She'll always come crying to you about the problems with her man.
b. She'll get you caught up and then leave you anyway for her man.
c. If you piss her off she'll get her man to come beat your ass.
d. She'll unofficially make you her man once she gets pissed off at her real man.

11. Ms. Tease Advantages
a. She's tempting and a nice piece of eye candy.
b. She's intelligent, athletic, respectable and SEXXXXXXY.
c. She knows how to turn you on without touching you.
d. Everything she does is just so sensual.
e. She can bring you to that point and make you wait to get it.
f. Every time you see her you catch a mini orgasm.
g. Every nigga wants her b/c she's so mysterious and that makes you want to get her first.

Disadvantages
a. NO matter what you think or do you never get it.
b. She probably has a long distance boyfriend somewhere that you will never know about.
c. She gets you hard and leaves you like that. (Unbearable)

12. MRS. RIGHT Advantages
a. She is not sexy, fine, or a dyme she is Beautiful and therefore encompasses all of these descriptions.
b. She is intelligent, sassy, funny, outgoing, determined, strong and classy.
c. She can cook or at least order a meal that is just like your mother's.
d. Her personality is just as beautiful as her body.
e. She believes in God and follows his virtues.
f. She knows that a relationship requires a 200% quota yet she gives her man an extra 10%.
g. She can please her man in anyway. Mentally, Spiritually, and Sexually.
h. She makes you recognize your full potential as a man and completes you.
i. She's always there for, no matter what your dreams are.
j. She's not afraid to tell you the truth and set you straight.
k. You can talk to her and confide in her, she's your best friend.
l. You love being around her more than your boys.
m. You can share your most intimate moments with her without sex.
n. You can have a bad argument with her and have the BEST Mind Numbing and passionate love making fest ever.
o. She's always willing to find a way to work out your problems and will often take most of your *bleep*. But she's also intelligent enough to leave.
p. She's nothing like any other girl you've met. She's your woman.

Disadvantage
a. You've probably met her, or had her in your life but got too consumed with all the other types that you let her go.

so now you know. Hopefully, none of you are making that mistake. But knowing you all, you probably already have.

I am the Reaper...and I'm a Six-Year-Old Girl!??!?!

so I look at my little cousin, this adorable 9-year girl who brings a smile on everyone's face... ...it has never crossed my mind that this girl could potentially drive an ax into my forehead, leaving me bleeding to death...let alone that she could very well grow up to be a man-hating dyke, much like missy elliot is rumored to be, and take on the persona of the overbearing butch who haunts the bookstore on christopher st., while doing part-time choreography for undead nurses... Or was that Michael Jackson, in his remake of Thriller? ...Hmmm, I always confuse black women. What has truly confused and intrigued me at the same time is Hollywood's over dose on young children in horror movies, preferably girls...Now I'm not sayin that we should leave our younging to their own free will, where they can don a leather clad uniform and carry around a dildo masked as a nightstick. I'm jus saying that we need to be weary of what our children are exposed to, such as egnimatic presences haunting our homes, unlabeled video tapes in black and white, and especially crazed witch hunters who are afraid of the very evil they helped create...hint...hint...the catholic church. And ladies, above all else, please practice abstinence in the face of the any man properly entitled lucifer. Your pregnancy will result in the end of the world and you will forfeit any and all insurance benefits thanks to the evil (literally, not just for baby daddies paying child support,) growing inside of you. I want to see my little cousin blossom into a beautiful nice respectful woman. If that doesn't happen, then I hope we lose all contact very soon so that when I see her in the future making out with the desperate mom who lost her child in a tragic accident, (and whose husband is oblivious and gay,) it won't be awkward. If that's what it takes to prevent her from mutitlating me into a million pieces because I can't afford an escort for her first double digit birthday, then by all means go ahead. Barbie is a lesbian anyway, remember.

(many thanks to Kellan Mansano for his collaboration in erecting this blog)

Homosexual Porno!

As some of you may recall, a few weeks ago, I wrote an entry on the beauties of heterosexual pornography (Foreskin Gump, anyone?). But nothing beats homosexual pornography when it comes to acting, plot, turning point and climax. The stories are unprecedented and uncanny. I mean, it's porn, do we really care about any previous stories or character development? The only character we care about developing is the throbbing members that are the protagonist of these stories. But the scenarios and the innuendos they come up with, though obscenely disturbing (plumber coming to check your pipes, hello!!!!), even coming up with the names requires wit and intelligence.

But let's honestly think about this: do we need a story for porn? I mean, isn't the reason why we watch it just so we can get aroused, pound and go about our business? We don't care that the couple is having troubles and one of them is having an affair with couple's counselor. We want to see and observe the affair...explicitly...just the way porn was made to entertain.
Another thing that should definitely not be a factor in these movies is acting. I mean, it already isn't but these guys and dolls should honestly not try remotely to act. It literally kills the mood and bring the dollar value down quite a notch.

Another thing I love about gay porn is the tag lines. For example, the other day, I saw "Throbbin' Hood: Men In Tights" and underneath the title it said, "a tale of epic contortions". he images that come to one's head with just that one line is indubitably proof that you're about to purchase good porn.

So now you know the basics for good pornography. Let's recap:
1. Inspiring name (Drill Bill: Volume 1 is clearly a classic)
2. No story or plot necessary
3. No acting
4. Erotic tagline
and with that said and done, I sign off!

A Very Happy Easter to All!!!

yeah seriously, is her stylist blind?...anyway, back to the original purpose of this blog, which is to wish all of you a very happy easter. As it is tradition in my religion, families go to church on Easter Sunday to commemorate and celebrate Christ's resurrection. Now as that may come as a surprise to many, I go to church every sunday, except the occasional times I have missed, but I make it my responsability to try and give thanks every end of the week. Something I have always noticed every single year, is the attendance at mass. Usually, it really isn't hard to find a seat. Hell, you can lay down comfortably on the benches and there would still be seats left available. But every easter, the same thing happens: the place is packed!!! I mean, like sardines in a can, it's almost impossible to move without someone groaning you're disrupting their attention.


What's also funny though is their attention span. Most of these people are not used to waking up early on sundays, dressed up, ready to pray since most of the year, they wake up on a sunday at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, hung over from that wild party last night and that guy in your bed who you probably don't even know his name. And easter isn't just the only holiday where this phenomenom occurs: there's also Ash Wednesday, Christmas, Passover, Lent, Pentecost, and Ascension. Fact of the matter is, we are a hypocritical people. We live life like crazy jackrabbits and then we figure that if we go to church on those particular days, we can keep on partying. Now, do we honestly think God is that much of an idiot? I think Bush is enough, thank you!

So my point here is this: don't go to church just on those days because of their importance, but try to go other times during the year, showing that you have faith and you believe in a higher being that placed us here for some unknown purpose, as everything will make sense in due time.

I Swear, Christmas is my Favorite Holiday...

so how do you shut a child up on Christmas? Taking excerpts from my controversial book, "Shut the Fuck up, Money Isn't Coming Out of My Ass!!!", I must point that children nowadays have absolutely no notion of what money is. A lot of them seem to believe that parents have a tree growing in the background with infinite amounts of money and they just pick them off to buy presents and toys and such. I say we offer courses, starting in kindergarten, to teach kids about financial issues, starting with westchester white offsprings. A ten-year old cannot have a cell phone!!!! This is just not normal. What kind of parent are you if you're giving this much freedom at such a young age. The internet can be accessed by phone nowadays. Pretty soon, they'll be asking that dreadful question, "Mommy, what's 'eating that pussy up'?". One of my little brother's friends took me to the side once when I went to his school, to give me advice on how to properly eat pussy (something about peanut butter and jelly and some other condiments). This is what happens when the leash is not tightened. Children wander!!!
So what's the lesson to be learned here, parents? SHOW YOUR DAMN KIDS SOME RESPECT AND DONT GIVE THEM EVERYTHING THEY ASK FOR!!!! Or, just pick up my book, which is currently availabe on Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble.

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To Choice, to The Village Voice!

"This is the voice of the people, the village people, the village voice."

Is it me or is the New York Times just too goddamn overrated? Is it truly necessary to enhance our vocabulary to the point that we either confuse ourselves or cause discomfort amongst our peers, therefore isolating ourselves from everyone else? Does educated mean civilized?

So what is the difference between the two periodicals? The New York Times, in my opinion is composed mostly of liberal republicans, or a more appropriate, yet quite ironic dubbing would be a liberal conservative. You know, those who vote for Bush but are secretly having donkey for dinner. They are those who feel that since they are in the republican party, it is an obligation to them to vote for that party, not with their common sense as to what is right, unable to make the difference. I sit on the train in the morning coming from westchester county, also known as bumblefuck, USA (you might also have heard "hicksville, USA" or "town of fuckahoe" or "suffern, NY"), and I look at the people reading the Times as I do my daily SuDoku from the Metro. They are all the same, all of them: dressed in three-piece suits, the serious face that's been deprived of laughter for ages, a maturity infected with coldness, deprived of any humane warmth.

Back in high school, I had a very strange group that I hung out with: a religious asian, an immature italian, a republican jew and me, a black liberal homosexual. We always used to joke that if we lived in the same house, we'd make a kick-ass FRIENDS series. But enough nonsense. Thing is, I was in stage crew. We were the backbones of the theatre shows that the school produced. We did lighting, sound, set and all the props. We were also crazy liberals that would make republicans shit in their pants. This is the area that I never agreed on with my jewish republican. He hated the fact that I was friends with "these hoodlums", he called them, people who were different than him and did not agree with him. We can look at this the way RENT potrayed it: The New York Times is Calcutta and The Village Voice is Bohemia. The New York Times raises the society that works hard to earn its money, try their hardest to move up the corporate ladder, while raping as many poor unfortunate souls as possible. Bohemia favors the life of friends, slacking off, not being a slave to the system, being unique in your own and "unethical" way.

My main point here is this: because of what our society deemed as civilized, which is making your way to the top, by any means possible, we forget moral values and adopt a series of superficialities to give us the materialistic happiness we worked hard for. Then loneliness knocks on your door, depression enters, not because we chose it but because we are human and there are some things that money just cannot buy.

The island of Manhattan is a perfect example for this. As I get out of Grand Central, most people take out their blackberrys, ignoring the person next to them, not even noticing the poor bum asking for some change, giving me a sick feeling of hopelessness and cellophane. Only when I get below 14th, that I truly feel at home: liberals unite, protests about everyone and everything and against everyone and everything, random stranges breaking into some indie song with you in the middle of the street, that sense of comfort where you feel you are noticed, that you're not just made of air, that with all that bulk, someone is bound to see you there. And reading about it for free in the Voice, only makes my day oh so much better.


FUCK GEORGE W. BUSH AND VIVE LA VIE BOHèME!!!

Life, Love, Death...

"Though lovers be lost, love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion."

-Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)
Welsh poet

We live life everyday, going about our business, taking advantage of everyone and everything, taking everything that we were blessed with for granted...until reality hits us: that we are only here for a certain amount of time, until we go back to where we originally came from. One similarity we have with animals is the ability to love, to care, to attach ourselves to friends, family, the people around us in general. And once these people are taken away from us, we lose them, the realization that we will no longer be able to hear their comforting voice, their loving smile, their sweet face, their affectionate caress... ... can be one of the most painful emotions any human being or animal could ever endure. The agony and the misery that this person is no longer around and will never be anymore is atrocious. Everything around you reminds you of them: something you did together, a photograph, where you had your first date, where you had your first kiss, a bed you shared together, the simplest little things that used to bring a smile on your face...but that smile immediately fades away...and you realize how much you've lost...and how much you took for granted...and that is an epiphany that truly changes your life forever.
But does it end there? We tell people "I wouldn't be able to live without you." all the time. Does that mean we can never recover from such loss? This is where the difference between us and animals comes in: the fact that we can show we care. As we go through our difficult times, our friends and family help us take these small steps towards recovery. 4 years ago, I lost my uncle. Now, this seriously affected as I had always built the notion that my family was invincible. And then, as he got worse, it dawned on me absolutely no one is spared. He was the only father figure I ever had and losing him just left me... ... But what brought me back together was family. We were all in tears, mourning an uncle, a brother, a father, a friend and a son. But the fact that we could help each other take a tissue and wipe each other's tears and provide a shoulder for the other to lean on, shows the amazing thing that is love.
Death may break your heart, but knowing that the people are around share your pain and will stick by you to get you through this, we watch as the hearts piece back together.

This entry is dedicated to my good friend Jeremy Marine as he goes through a very difficult loss. Stay strong, Jer! We're here for you!

Wingardium Leviosa...or lack thereof!

aww, isnt he just too cute? does this face say "horny" to you?
now, does this say "horny" to you? of course not!!!

The Harry Potter phenomenon has spread all over the world far and wide, bringing joy and happiness to the world... ...like I said, Harry Potter is spreading [legs] far and wide and bringing joy and happiness too all. Cum all ye faithful Potterheads! Here are some testimonials from actual mothers and fathers nationwide:

Testimonial #1:
My 12 year old daughter is a big Harry Potter fan, and loved the part with the Nimbus 2000, so I decided to buy her this toy. I was afraid she would think it was too babyish, but she LOVES this toy. Even my daughter's friends enjoy playing with this fun toy. I was surprised at how long they can just sit in her room and play with this magic broomstick! A great buy for any Harry Potter fan! :)

Testimonial #2:
I recently bought this for my son, Vantro. He's a HUGE Harry Potter fan. Seen the movie 32 times (in the theaters) and made the paper. This toy gives him the ability to fly around the house zapping things. My only problem I see with the toy is the batteries drain too fast and his sister fights him over it, so now I need to buy her one.

Testimonial #3:
When my 12 year old daughter asked for this for her birthday, I kind of wondered if she was too old for it, but she seems to LOVE it. Her friends love it too! They play for hours in her bedroom with this great toy. They really seem to like the special effects it offers (the sound effects and vibrating). My oldest daughter (17) really likes it too! I reccomend this for all children.

I officially rest my case!

A Merry Early Chirstmas to All!!!

Yeah, I know, it's March but one cannot ignore the pleasures that come with being Santa's reindeers. Livin' la vie bohème, baby.

PBS: Television for Quality Programming...

many wondered what happened on the "Teletubbies" set after an episode was filmed. hey, if i had to look like a giant homosexual alien, with prozac-affected eyelids, the world would be such a better place being a drunk (an alcoholic goes to meetings and...yeah, no!!!) but I always wondered what was the premise of that show. I mean, is it education? Odds are it's in the curriculum of the Harvey Milk Institute. Time magazine had an article a few months about how youngsters are coming out even younger these days. According to the article, kids come out at an age as early as 12 years old. I knew I was gay since I was 9 years old, like I knew vagina would just not do it for me. But I didn't come out until I was 18 due to the ramifications that came with the process. But at 12 years old, is it honestly the time to come out so young? I didn't because 1, I was scared of how everyone around me would react, namely my family; and 2, I was not sure if I was honestly. I mean, I have feelings for other men, but I didn't even go through puberty yet. But as the years went by, it came clear to me as diamonds that I was indeed a homosexual. I got so depressed because I thought being gay meant being a bum for the rest of my life...yes, I know, I took that from A Chorus Line, such a fabulous show!!!...I still love my life though. I'm happy, my family is amazing, my boyfriend is amazing, I got into architecture school...I honestly can't complain to God about anything. April is just fabulous!

...I think I completely drifted away from the original premise of this blog...oh yeah, Teletubbies suck! Keep your children away from such animosity!

Black Power!!!

the things one sees in an emergency room truly reflects everyday life's, ummm...thanksgivings, for lack of a better word. (le sigh) men...can't live with them, can't live without them.

Holy Pornography, Batman!!!

(le sigh) something about Marvel and DC comics that truly turned me on: I mean, do these customes truly need be this tight on their overly exaggerated muscles? There's gotta be some subliminal erotica message hidden beneath those colorful speedos. And this doesn't just apply to male superheroes:
just check out Jean Grey/Phoenix's boobs. Talk about rising to the occasion...im not sure if that statement to her coming back from the dead or to guys....

who cares about what he's thinking, look at those pecs...those arms...lucky bitch!!!

and this would not be complete without the never-ending controversy between Batman and Robin: