Black Christmas!

Disclaimer: The following entry does not apply to African-Americans in any sort or way so Al Sharpton, spare us another appearance fighting for our cause.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the end of the year 2006, as we slip into 2007 and our world has never been more cynical than ever. Usually in December, we get movies that usually remind us that there is nothing more important than family, or that Santa Claus is coming to town to bring joy and merriment in every home if you've been nice for the year, or holiday books, snow, etc. But this year, so much of that is lacking as everything this december seems to be concentrating on having a pessimistic view on Jesus' month. I mean, just looking at Hollywood, the christmas-themed movies were terrible and came out in November, while December was filled with futuristic sterile men, serial killers, gore, sex, blood and Mayans...or Aztecs...or whatever the hell they were. Last year, we have "The Chronicles of Narnia". This year, we have "Turistas". I mean, come on, what happened to every child's innocent favorite holiday? What happened to those days when we used to believe in a jolly old fellow, as we would sit in his lap, asking him for what we want for christmas and such? Now, if you sit in an old fellow's lap, he's probably gonna get a hard on and you've probably going to get a restraining order against him. That's the problem with our world today: we are too damn cynical. We tend to look at things in a dark light. Just because you see a light at the end of the tunnel does not mean it's an oncoming train. It may very well be an exit to all of your problems and many God-blessed solutions. What's wrong with a little optimism? Come on, people, work with me here. I mean, my boyfriend was laughing throughout most of "Apocalypto" while I was cringing on my seat as that poor soul was being mauled to death. Christmas used to bring heart-filled emotions between all of mankind. We need to find it in our hearts and have hope for this. I will admit that myself, I am not too optimistic regarding such belief considering first and foremost, I live in New York City. But then, the other day, at the mall, I saw two adults go up to Santa. Santa asked the man what he wanted for Christmas and he answered that he wanted this woman to be his wife, as he pulls out an engagement ring. As soon as everyone heard and saw this, I saw something on all their faces: it was light and hope and it's something I haven't seen a lot this Christmas. That's exactly what drives my optimism: because as terrible as mankind may be, as bad as situations may get, humans still manage to surprise us everytime with some heartfelt action that affects everyone around them in a most positive way.

Have a merry Christmas to all of you and enjoy all the moments you have with your family, friends and loved ones as you don't know what you've got until it's gone.

Why Gays Shouldn't Be Allowed In The Military.

OK, so first, we have the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy, then we have the discrimination should the "Don't Tell" section of that mantra be violated, then we have humiliation. From the start of this, anyone can tell that this will be a cliché blog about gays and/in the military. So you wonder why write one? It's because an issue such as this raises questions about sexual preference in the workplace and recreational areas as well. Because of the onset of gays in the military, there are such video documents as "Private Lowlife" influencing every aspect of modern society. In construction, there is "Drill Bill", in swimming there is the "Trunks" trilogy, and even in the legal system there is "Justice" in which a man would do anything and anyone to prove his innocence.
Gays in the military needn't be asked about their orientation because if the gossip queens don't spill the beans then its almost certain they will be obvious when they start making stiletto pumps out of their combat boots, and camouflage is reduced to plaid, polka dots, and sequins (to confuse the enemy I suppose).
Perhaps in the military there is no gay community because everyone experiments and "gay" is simply a term used to isolate those that differ. However, in the military everyone is the same and those who deny participation in a homosexual event, be it physical, emotional, or mental might as well call the wedding caterer and tell him/her/heshe/shim to make sure the cake is made with part skim milk else all the work done on calf day at the gym would be futile.
Conservatives would argue that gays should not be allowed in the military because they are needed to fill the jobs of the real men to keep women at bay from taking over the workforce completely. Rosie the Riveter certainly looked like one of those butches from the village which is why no one cares if lesbians join the military. They are more effective than gays simply because they are man-hating dikes who have absolutely no problem in killing another man. Should they be bereft of their weapon, I suspect a pair of balls and a banana to be lying on the ground along with the mutilated body at the bare hands of the butch!
The ultimate argument is that gays turn straight men gay, while lesbians encourage men to remain heterosexual in hopes that their significant other wouldn't mind having six female holes in the bed/shower/counter top/park/subway instead of three. In order for the human race to survive, procreation must be ensured. Not every gay man wants to donate his belongings to some sperm bank because he runs the risk of someone he slept with encountering his potential kids which can be used for revenge in collaboration with the man-hating dike who recently turned because she was used her to fool his parents. Child support is not only a black man's worst nightmare.

Credit and collaboration goes to my strange and unique boyfriend.

Mothers, Fathers, Sons and Daughters.

According to that quite a disturbing video most of us saw in high school, "The Miracle of Life", one day, when mommy and daddy looked at each other in the eyes and realized how much they truly loved each other, a little one was conceived. Or if you're a pessimist, once daddy saw mommy's cacongas throbbing through her shirt, they started rockin' and knockin' and since it was so intense, mr. Trojan can only withstand so much brutality and falls apart. Thus, an accident is conceived. But I'm an optimist at the moment and will return to the matter at hand the way things have been running in my life lately.
So, I ask you, what makes a good parent? One that's always there when you need him or her; or one that one that takes care of you financially; or one that helps you through hard times; or maybe all of the above? Fact of the matter is, parenthood is a terrifying thing, as there are many stages parents dread and wished they could just erase or skip them, like puberty, their first date, their first disagreement, prom night, college, dormitories, fraternities, drugs, alcohol, and moving out. While there are many stages you just can't wait to experience, like their first steps, their first words, their first "momma" or "dada", their first "i love you", graduation, college, marriage and grandchildren.
But the time during which they're still at home, steps have to be taken very carefully so those good moments can outnumber the bad ones. But this past year has proved more than my parent can handle: me coming out, her second one starting puberty, diagnosed with two serious illness, being separated by her first for five months only to be reunited by a shrink, mistrust and disagreements under her roof. With so many problems arising, a parent cannot help it but wonder her capacity at said job. This, thus brings depression and many unconsolable tears. So what happens then? This is where we, the offsprings, come in. We have to realize that sometimes, we have to be the parent for our parents, consoling them, using the same methods they used with us. That way, they see themselves in us. Only then will they realize that they didn't do such a bad job after all. And then, this will bring more tears. But this time, they will be tears of achievement and joy and absolutely nothing is grander for a parent to know and feel that he or she has succeded at the most difficult task ever put on mankind: raising a child to become an extraordinary parent. Life can only taste so sweet.

A dedication to my mother, an amazing and extraordinary parent. I love you dearly and Happy 50th Birthday!!!!