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DR Weekend Edition 10-20-07: With a name like Dumbledore, are you surprised?

Saturday, October 20th, 2007

[facepalm] I’m so not into Harry Potter. Don’t ask me why; I don’t have a problem with J.K. Rowling, I respect her talents and her accomplishments, I think she wrote a very good series with engaging characters…that somehow failed to engage me anyway. I guess it’s just not my thing. However, I just couldn’t pass this up. Half of my fandom-enamored friends are just about wetting themselves over the news that apparently, Rowling has announced that Albus Dumbledore is/was gay. (Is? Was? Series is over, so I guess “was” is appropriate.)

photo courtesy of WireImage/RadcliffThat’s right, the revered headmaster of Hogwarts was gay - and now it’s canon. As someone who adores seeing strong gay characters in fiction who aren’t wholly defined by their sexuality and whose sole point in the story isn’t just to be gay, I love this revelation. I also understand why Rowling would wait until the end of the series to make this announcement; I doubt Dumbledore’s sexuality had anything to do with the story, and if it had been known before he end of the series, he might have been seen as the token gay character. (…it might also have encouraged even more Dumbeldore/Harry fanfic than there already is, although I shudder to think that there may be a sudden upsurgence in such fics now that fandomers have this to work with. Scary.)

Now as someone who doesn’t quite get the obsessive nature of fandom…I’m just staring in wonder as certain corners of the internet practically explode with the buzz. Hell, I had to skip reading half of my LiveJournal friendslist because all they were talking about was this.

So there. If you’re a Potter fan, now you know, and I’ve done my duty by reporting on gay news in an one of my areas of personal interest: popular fiction. Incidentally, no, Richard Harris (pictured above) - the actor who played Dumbledore in the Harry Potter films - was not gay.

Everything’s news to someone, I guess.

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The Gay Quiz.

Friday, October 19th, 2007

photo by Niecey on sxc.huSorry I’m so late updating today, kids. In a little personal (and yet at least topical to this site) TMI, I spent my early morning sending the boyfriend the dreaded Breakup Letter, making him the ex again for the second time in four years, even if I’m not quite sure he’s aware of it yet. I? I am going to happily enjoy being single for a long time. I go through about a man a year (better than a man a month), and I’m tired of it; besides, all I want is a normal guy, and it’s practically impossible to find one of those in the gay community. Trust me. I’ve tried. Anyway, I rather fancy the artful image of myself as the solitary, cynical writer, clove in one hand, drink in the other, and a stack of dog-eared manuscript pages on the desk in front of me while my glasses try to fall off my nose.

See? No such thing as a normal gay guy. [snrk]

Anyway. So I’m sure you’re not the slightest bit surprised to find out that hey, I wasn’t much in the mood for updating this morning. And I’m still not in the mood to go digging through the news for something to sermonize about. Instead, I feel like snarking on something a little.photo by lm913 on sxc.hu

Lately I’m noticing a growing trend in my site metrics: search strings that show that users are looking for a “gay quiz”. Not my Diva Quiz, but a quiz that will somehow analyze their personal habits, personality traits, and dress styles to tell them if they’re gay or lesbian. As if we somehow all share some uniform in style, habit, and personality. Really, a gay quiz should be horribly easy. And so now, without further ado, I present to you:

The Gay Quiz

1. Are you turned on by/attracted to members of the same sex, but not particularly affected by members of the opposite sex?
     (a) No
     (b) Yes
     (c) I like both.

Answers Explained

If you answered (a): You’re straight.
If you answered (b): You’re gay/lesbian. Wow, that was easy, wasn’t it?
If you answered (c): You’re either bi or gifted with a strong libido that doesn’t care whose leg you hump as long as you find satisfaction.

Now was that really so bloody hard? No? Then why does anyone need a multi-question quiz for that? Hell, it even works if you’re transgendered, as I know the gender questions can get confusing because some people don’t quite get that you define your sexuality after you define your gender identity. If you’re FtM and you’re attracted to guys, you’re gay; attracted to girls, you’re straight (and woe on the person who calls you a lesbian). If you’re MtF and you’re attracted to women, you’re a lesbian; attracted to guys, you’re straight (and hell will befall the person who calls you a gay man). Still easy.

Now if you’re androgynous/genderqueer/asexual…um…you just are what you are. Have fun.

I’m gone. I’m thinking this is a weekend to curl up with a martini, the cat, and a good book. Enjoy your weekend, kiddos.

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The Great MoFo Delurk of 2007! …and the nastiest hot mess I’ve seen in a while.

Thursday, October 4th, 2007

The Great Mofo Delurk 2007I stole this from Allison over at Reality on Bravo; it’s The Great MoFo Delurk of 2007! (Okay, so it’s a day late. Hush. Man, why did they have to put dates on the buttons?)

What does that mean? That means that all you lurkers out there - and I know there’s a bunch of you; this site gets a couple hundred visits a day, and a decent percentage of you are repeats - need to stop being so quiet and speak up! Even if only for this one post, click that little comment link down there and leave a note. Introduce yourself! What’s your name, what’s your sign, how’s it hang, where are you from, why do you keep creeping on by here to watch me make an arse out of myself on a regular basis?

Hell, I’ll even start, even though this is all old news. I’m Adri, 27, an Aries who completely ignores astrology unless he needs a good laugh, and I am spectacularly gay and just about as pretty as I can be without being too flaming. …I’m also quite full of it on that last part, but allow me my moments of vanity followed by the usual self-deprecation. I’m from the New Orleans area, I currently live in Houston, and with any luck by next year I’ll have fled to Chicago and found a publisher for my first novel. I have a silly little smart aleck of a boyfriend named Takeshii, but still daydream about running away to Acapulco with a moderately articulate version of Vin Diesel - and if you think I’m an arse, you ought to meet my cat. Why am I here?

…well…’cause it’s my job. That, and I enjoy the feedback and opposing viewpoints people offer when I get up on my pulpit about current issues in the gay world. So why so silent lately, kids? I’ve made an idiot out of myself introducing myself on my own blog, so…even if I already know you, now it’s your turn; do it so the other visitors can get to know you, too.

Ready…set…delurk!

…I think I made the coffee a little too strong this morning. When I sound perky, it’s time for a bloody tranquilizer. Anyway…if you want to participate in The Great MoFo Delurk on your own blog, just click that little icon up there and get your own code.

See you tomorrow with something a little less…fluffy. In fact, while we’re introducing ourselves, let me introduce you to someone, if you haven’t already met him. (I’d be surprised if you hadn’t, but just in case this hot mess missed some obscure corner of the internet, here I am to spread the…um…love.) His name is Chris Crocker, and he’s an embarrassment to gay boys everywhere.

 

…you may want to turn your volume down before watching that.

If that doesn’t get your trainwreck syndrome going, I don’t know what will.

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You have got to be kidding me.

Friday, September 7th, 2007

 

I…just…there are no words. I think it speaks pretty well for itself.

…wait. Did I just see a two-second cut of a little old Chinese woman in an orange track suit saying “word”?

P.S. Thanks to Ezekiel for the link.

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Can you point out the bad career move here?

Friday, August 17th, 2007

Oh, man, this week is ending on a hilarious note. Two things you do not want to do if you want to keep your six-figure job:

1. Post MySpace pictures of yourself fellating a hot dog,
2. Get in drunken, rowdy brawls in gay bars (or any bar, really) over $10 and pitch such a fit that the authorities have to be called.

CORRECTION BIG BRAWLS IN GAY BAR - New York Post

August 17, 2007 — An assistant corrections commissioner - who loves refrigerator magnets and “kissing with my eyes open” - was busted for punching out the bartender at a gay watering hole in Chelsea yesterday, officials said.photo by bludemon on sxc.hu

Marc Carpentier, a financial-management bigwig at the city Department of Correction, was charged with assault, criminal mischief and resisting arrest. [...] The 41-year-old official also was indefinitely suspended from his $140,000- a-year job, authorities said.

Carpentier’s drunken bender began late Wednesday when he was tossed out of another Chelsea gay bar, sources said.

Several minutes after heading to The View, Carpentier got into a beef with a bartender when he paid for a $5 beer and the server handed over five $1 bills in change, cops said.

Carpentier claimed he’d paid with a $20 bill.

The server continued to insist it was a $10 bill, but offered to give Carpentier another $10 if his cash register showed a discrepancy at night’s end. Carpentier then allegedly punched the 29-year-old bartender.

Other employees at the bar rushed over and tried to drag the drunken official on to the street. But as he got to the front glass door, Carpentier kicked it in and shattered it, prompting bar managers to call 911, law-enforcement sources said.

Man, I have better sense than to do that, and I’m a writer - people known for being notorious lushes. That’s just class, right there. Thrown out of two bars, beating people up and destroying property over $10. Thank you, Carpentier, for being such a stellar example of good public behavior!

Seriously, though, I have to wonder just how bad the guy’s day was that he needed to drink that much and got thrown out of two bars. Then again, if I knew…I’d probably feel like an arse for snickering at him. Well, I am an arse, but still. You get the idea.

Anyway, I’m out of here. I’ll see you kids Monday with a new comic.

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Talk about bathroom humor.

Thursday, July 5th, 2007

The mayor of Ft. Lauderdale, FL has lost his bloody mind, yo. This may be a little too crude for some of you, but I just couldn’t pass it up - it’s too funny. (Warning: some mild scatological humor ahead.) These are the levels to which homophobic paranoia paired with a little abuse of power will take you:

Fort Lauderdale Mayor Seeks Robotic Toilets To Curb Gays - 365Gay.com

(Fort Lauderdale, Florida) Fort Lauderdale’s Mayor wants the city to fork out a quarter-million dollars for a toilet he claims will put an end to gay sex that he says is rampant in public washrooms on the beach, even though the police department denies there is a problem.photo by davidlat on sxc.hu.  Not an image of the actual robotic toilet.

Mayor Jim Naugle has spent the better part of a decade fighting what he has claimed to be an attempt by gays to take over Fort Lauderdale. He has consistently fought all LGBT rights ordinances that have come before city commissioners. [...] The conservative Christian mayor tells the Sun-Sentinel that the washrooms are pickup places for gays. “They’re engaging in sex, anonymous sex, illegal sex,” he said.

“We’re trying to provide a family environment where people can take their children who need to use the bathroom,” he told the paper “without having to worry about a couple of men in there engaged in a sex act.”

The police department, however, tells the paper that sex in bathrooms isn’t a major problem. [...] “There’s no evidence, no reports or arrests made for any men having sex in any restrooms,” Sousa told the paper.

[...]The “robo-john” allows occupants to stay inside for only a short time before the door opens.

Cost of the device: $250,000.

Let…me get this straight. This guy wants to spend millions of dollars (quarter mil each, after all) on robotic toilets because he’s convinced that gays are having sex in beach bathrooms even though the local police are swearing to him that it’s not an issue?

…I’m laughing so hard that I can barely breathe. Seriously. This is the kind of crackpot thing that you see in the tabloids. Might as well plan out the “Terminator Toilets Plot World Destruction! Eradicate All Humans! Resistance is Futile! All Your Poop Are Belong to Us!” headlines for the following week. (I could have done some worse ones, but didn’t want to be too disgusting.)

So here’s the million-dollar question: what if you’re in there for a long time because you’re having a little problem after that Mexican food you ate for lunch, and the door flies open while you’re still trying to handle your business? Can you sue your friendly neighborhood mayor for forcing you into indecent exposure? Or is the fact that the potty cleans itself and plays music (I sh*t you not, no pun intended) supposed to ease the embarrassment? That’s some good family fun right there.

You want to spend $250,000 of taxpayer money per john, buddy, you go right ahead. I hope you aren’t up for reelection any time soon.

Oh, and let me know when you find those phantom gay sex offenders, ‘kay? As I’m sure you’ve been haunting every bathroom on the beach watching for them, if you’ve got such incontrovertible proof that defies even police testimony. You’re not crazy at all. Oh, no. It’s another diabolical plot by the gay agenda. We’re taking over Fort Lauderdale! And soon your robo-potties will be our evil Terminator minions! They will have lasers, yes. Bright rainbow lasers, and they will be impeccably clean and will play Elton John 24/7 until you kneel at our feet and beg for mercy. Fort Lauderdale will be ours, and then we will have sex in all the bathrooms! [insert maniacal laugh here]

[snortsnicker] …okay, I’m done bein’ a smarta** now.

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A gay bomb? You’re kidding me, right? And we’re not talking about Lance Bass?

Tuesday, June 12th, 2007

Imagine that you’re a soldier deployed in the field. It’s been a hard day; you’ve been shelled and shot at, and you and your unit are now holed up under heavy cover trying to get an idea of the enemy numbers and whether or not you have enough ammunition left to survive them.

The tell-tale whistle of a plummeting bomb comes too late for you to take cover, and just soon enough for you to brace yourself to die. The resulting impact shakes the ground beneath you, and you close your eyes and steel yourself for the end.

The silence that follows is deafening. Are you dead? Did it happen that quickly, and now you’re floating in the dark nothingness of the afterlife?

No, stupid, your eyes are still closed. Open your eyes and breathe deep, calm down. There’s a strange smell in the air - thick, but not wholly unpleasant. Soft, alluring, but increasingly strong. You pick yourself up off the ground carefully, brushing at a strange pink dust that clings to your gear. Glancing around you, you notice your compatriots doing the same. And suddenly you’re struck by just how dashing Private Smith looks in his uniform, and how he has the prettiest blue eyes that you’ve ever seen…

Think it’s a joke? I did, too; I’ve been skimming various articles on this topic over the past few days, thinking it had to be a joke. A satirical spoof.

It’s not.

Pentagon Had Plans for ‘Gay Bomb’ - Newsmax.com

The Pentagon considered a proposal to create a hormone bomb that could turn enemy soldiers into homosexuals and make them more interested in sex than fighting.

U.S. military officials told KPIX-TV in San Francisco that a “gay bomb” was on the drawing board in 1994 but then subsequently rejected.

original photo by woodsy on sxc.hu; color edits by moi

I had to check this out before I could buy it. Turns out they were dead serious - at least, on the fact that the incident on KPIX-TV actually occurred. There’s reference to it on Wikipedia, the BBC, and CBS. I honestly don’t know if I believe they ever intended to do this, but I at least believe that they said they did. Maybe. Kinda. Okay, I’m still a little skeptical.

The idea is…well, the fact that someone even came up with it is hilarious, insulting, and mind-boggling. I mean, sure, there’s something hot about a man in uniform. But suddenly turning said man and his compatriots gay is not going to immediately result in an uncontrollable love-fest, not without some artificial stimulation of the sex drive to overcome the primary thought processes that say “Hey! We’re in a battle zone, and under fire! We should be firing at the enemy troops, not trying to find a place to deposit our little soldiers!” Suddenly becoming gay does not turn you into a ravening beast who instantly jumps anything male in sight. We’re human beings, not dogs in heat. You want people to act that way, you’re going to need a pretty potent aphrodisiac and not just a homosexualizing agent.

Yes, I just made that term up.

Reading various articles on it produces conflicting suggestions; some say it was just intended to be a gay bomb, while the aphrodisiac bomb was something entirely different. So I have no idea what the intention was behind it.

Either way, I can still laugh my bloody arse off. Can you imagine an entire metropolitan area saturated by this chemical? It would be like some screwed-up version of Wraeththu (which is, by a large margin, the worst piece of tripe that I’ve ever read short of a Laurell K. Hamilton novel; it reads like flowery yaoi mpreg fanfiction written by a twelve-year-old girl). There would be some pissed-off wives and girlfriends at home, unless the chemical was unisex and also turned them lesbian and quite content with one another rather than their wayward men. Maybe if Isaiah Washington had had a hot dose of this stuff, he’d still have his job.

As hilarious as that would have been, I’m glad that the Pentagon scrapped the idea. To look at things more seriously, we don’t understand enough about human sexuality and what causes it for us to be tampering around with chemically altering it. All the lab tests in the world don’t prepare you for how a chemical agent will behave in the field, and the effect it will have on large populations - especially not in the long term. In an attempt to create a chemical that would change someone’s sexuality, they may end up creating a biological agent that is permanently damaging not only to the individuals influenced by it, but their environment and those who come in contact with them.

Then again, when has a nation at war ever cared about those things?

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How’s that for irony?

Saturday, May 19th, 2007

On a rather amusing personal front, you’d be amazed at what can happen from a simple blog entry. After yesterday’s article on gay online dating, Digital Dating in the Pink Triangle, I was contacted by one of the fellows whose profiles I’d skimmed before writing the post.

Apparently he’d noticed I’d looked at him, looked over my profile, followed the profile’s personal website link here, read the article, liked it…and then clicked back and decided to contact me.

A few e-mails and some amicable chatter later, and we have a friendly coffee date set for tomorrow night.

Am I the only one distinctly amused by this?

I suppose by tomorrow I’ll be able to answer my own question: how often do we meet the person that the profile portrays?

I’ll let you know how it goes on Monday. Wish me luck.

~Adri

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The Diva Quiz: How Much of a Diva Are You?

Monday, May 14th, 2007

This weekend I was thinking over the drama queen article and looking for something to do to avoid editing the last chapter of my novel, and couldn’t help wondering: you may know if you’re dating a drama queen - but boys, how do you know if you’re a Diva Royale? Just for fun (and ’cause I love making things), I whipped up a little ten-question quiz to help you find out, complete with images that you can post in your blog, MySpace, LiveJournal, or anywhere else that you want to paste HTML code.

Of course, it’s not just for the boys. Whether you’re an utterly fabulous fag, a lovely lesbian lass, beautifully bi, sensuously straight, transcendently trans, quixotically questioning, intoxicatingly intersexed (when did I start the alliteration again?): where do you rate on the Diva-Meter?

How did I score? Well, it’s no real surprise:


I am 60% Diva
Find out your Diva score on DarksideRainbow.net.

60% isn’t so bad. I freely admit that I’m a brat, though I’d like to think I’m just a teeny bit more sensible, and too laid-back to be so fashion-conscious. Maybe. Some days. Kinda. After coffee. And brioche.

Want to know how you stacked up against me? Take the quiz.

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…I said huh?

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007

I’m running short on time this morning, so today you get a pure amusement post: a video of Samwell’s “What What (In the Butt)”. You may have seen this before, maybe not. This so unbelievably, hilariously bad that every time I watch it I don’t know whether to cringe or laugh until I bloody well cry. It’s a spoof (please, for the sake of my dwindling faith in humanity, let it be a spoof), but it’s proof that no matter how flamingly out there you think you are, there’s always someone who can ramp it up a few notches.

(Warning before you click play: not safe for work, really, for you folks slacking off and surfing the ‘net when you should be finishing that project.)

I rather expect that by the time you’re done with that, you’ll either be on the floor in convulsions of laughter, or staring in horror with your face frozen in a perpetual “wtf, Holmes”. …well, if you managed to endure the whole thing.

By the way, before anyone gets up in arms: according to the comments by the producer on YouTube, that’s supposed to be a flaming cross and not a burning one, I suppose as a poorly-chosen visual pun. I’m not even religious and I think it was done in poor taste, but eh…apparently it’s less a deliberate affront to Christians and more just a bad judgment call when trying to make a semi-humorous statement. Or something.

I’ve gotta run. See you tomorrow. You can hurt me for making you sit through that later.

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