It's Bowie Baby!

Fall, Flares, Bowie and Latino Man Flesh

Hi Anderson,

It is Autumnal. In German, herbst. Die Schoene blaette sind auf der branche die baeume fallen. The pictures I took around the corner from my former residence in Western MA. I am going to head to the movies but I wanted to share with you the beauty that I can sometimes muster to see in front of me. Oh btw. I saw recently on another blog that you have a 25 year old Latino boy friend. You and the rest of the GWM's...I was so dissappointed. I have yet to get over the last 15 year trend for Latino Man-flesh...and the white-boy sexual objectification of thug culture...but white boy sexual anything has long been of any relvance to me...not has my own...so what should I be complaining about...

Brown ain't Black...and "What Black can do, Grey can do better!" or so read a fashion editor from the Midwest Gannet News Service touting that Gray is the fun, frivolous color of the season...

"As far as fashion trend touting...David Bowie will forever be the winner when he declared that...

"Shoulder pads are the Flares of the Eighties!"

or myself or a friend who worked at Barney's said in 1990 that "Orange was the new Black."

Which of course brings us back to G-R-E-Y...do re mi fa so la ti -Gray!!! Gray!!!! Gray!!!!

Coming soon Anderson I will forgive you for your life lived with rice and beans (Sorry Val and all Latino's) and hope you will vote when I post my next poll..."Favorite David Bowie tune." coming soon to Anderson Cooper Kissed Me...

Peace,

M

Anderson Cooper Effects: Coming Up: On Conan

Anderson Cooper Effects: Coming Up: On Conan

Who Really Cares? Watching Ken Burn's "The War:" From Within and Without

Hi Anderson, (The picture to the right here is of my father and the then Vice President Hubert Humphrey campaigning in Rochester NY in 1967) Humphrey was what is now called a Liberal-Universalist.)

I started this blog out of a desire to begin to let myself write. To let myself work on some of the white noise between my ears that seems to constantly remain no matter how much I seem to feel it might lessen. I thought it would be a great forum to engage people (Friends, colleagues etc) in my take on things and/or world view. this seems to have been a mistake. In my current state of affairs and in my midlife-crisis...my age-old beliefs and ideologies seems to have no place-they are unappealing to my friends or they...we...are so busy being busy that no one seems to bother...they just seem to want to get home and watch "Dancing with the Stars." To give you a better glimpse into my particular eschewed priorities...I have taken a PT job as a sales associate at a large retail store. When I first worked at this store in 1983 I had just moved to NYC and was 21 years of age and full of piss and vinegar. I lived with my best friends sister (may she rest in peace) on West Fourth Street between Bank and 12Th and took class with the Lar Lubovitch Dance Company at NYU's Tisch School for the Arts on Second Avenue. I eventually moved uptown to live with my Grandmother Louise (My mother's and my Aunt Doris and Geraldine's mother) on 147th Street and Lenox Avenue. The store was Macy's and I worked there for a few months in the late summer and early fall whilst still a scholarship student at the Alvin Ailey American Dance Center. It was the last time until a few weeks ago that I worked in a field outside of choreographing, dance, teaching dance or performing.

My grandmother has since passed away but I am now living with her daughter my Aunt Doris and my cousin Steven and I am again working at Macy's and living in the town in which I was born, Rochester, New York.

My Aunt Doris was kind enough to let me bring my puppy Ella, who is rather large at 154 lbs, with me. I reside in my older cousin Lisa's room with Ella. Aunt Doris cleared the room out for me and left me with a lot of space and a dresser in which to place my wardrobe. Most of my belongings are in storage and my cats, Murray and Ripley are with my friend Meg in the hill towns of Western Massachusetts. I miss them terribly.

So my eschewed priorities...well I have been fixated on watching the entire series on PBS of Ken Burns' "The War" about World War Two. It is epic and enthralling and nobody in my immediate surrounding is taking time out to watch it. My Aunt Doris won't watch it because she thinks war is bad...I agree but instead to watch three commercial laden hours of CSI crime shows and the like...and don't get me wrong... Aunt Doris and I are on the same page..I can watch hours of Law and Order...but if something of substance comes on I will run red lights to get home to watch it...

There is no one near...Anderson? What should I do? I feel like I am that Polaroid in "Back to the Future" that Michael J. Fox is carrying around and if it fades to completion he will no longer exist...my friends don't call me...but I guess I have tired of calling them and leaving them messages so its mutual...I had a good spurt of networking but I get tired so easily...the $7.15 per hour job is taking its toll but it is all I have...when I have called New York no one calls me back or they are just busy being busy. Have people forgotten what it is like to look for "the work" to find your mission in life to go to school and to try to find the place where you might belong? My battle seems to be trying to understand do people really care...? Should I just completely disappear?

Here's the Big One....Why do I care so much?

My best friend was home in Brooklyn on Saturday night and I went into Rochester (where he is from as well) and sat with my dog alone at a street cafe and had a beer and some food. I decided to text him and he said he was watching T.V.. He then started a text messgae exchange with me when a phone call would have enlivened us both instead of making our thumbs tired. Anderson why do I see the world this way? What are we all disappearing to...or into? What do I want...my birthday is in less than 2 months...I am trying so hard not to feel sorry for myself and not to worry that my car might be repossessed or that I won't lose my insurance. The stack, and I mean jumbo stack of bills sits in front of my altar (I am a Nichiren Buddhist) and I chant everyday that I will be victorious and to remain ever cheerful and worry-free...that somehow all that I have been through, all that has brought me here...has been for very important reasons...but some days....I tell you, Anderson...it just is very hard...I am humbled to at least have a job and I hope again for today that my eyes will be open to all the possibilities out there that exist for me and for everyone else...my biggest hope though, is that we don't let ourselves disappear into "a reality show" that is not so real. That we stop sitting apathetically and watch all the wonderful, truly "real" things pass us by, unnoticed...as we let our own potentials just slip away..."The War" is about just that...people gave and gave and gave and gave...I guess while I watch "The War" I am trying to deeply understand the world and the world, especially that my father grew up in...he won't speak about the war...so I watch...I drive home and watch every gripping, horrific story and imagine that those dear old men, who speak so candidly about things they never really wanted to share, do so; in fact with impeccable candor and courageous humility...I try to imagine my father being interviewed along with the others....opening up his heart and letting out his stories...freeing himself from years of holding onto unimaginable things.... all the heart and horror of being a black man from Mississippi, fighting in a segregated military for liberty and the pursuit of happiness... I watch and wince and imagine what my father witnessed as he landed on Omaha Beach on D-Day + 11...I even looked for him in last nights episode "The Ghost Front," looking for his lanky figure in the fastidiously compiled footage of The Battle of the Bulge...he was there...I tried to imagine my father surviving the deafening thunder of battle and the chilled treachery of hatred and the deepest emotional trenches of loss...I guess I should not want to know but I do...the more connected I wish to feel towards my family and friends the more disconnected I get.

In knowing how desperately lonely I am right now...how passionately I want to feel connected...to perhaps know how my dad survived such horrible things...my little sob story is seemingly petit...but I need to know...especially right now...All I know Anderson, is that he experienced things I could never fathom...he lived in a society through which his efforts made it possible for me to have a life within which to have a crisis in the middle of. Perhaps the lines of my idealism's and my own realistic views are coming more into focus...I have clung to some beliefs in people and hoped and dreamed of a world in which the types of relationships I thought I could have don't really exist because the type of person that I actually thought I was is beginning to fade and perhaps a more real person is starting to emerge. This might explain why the past and all the people and my connection to them is blurring...Nietzche was right...on many fronts...but most importantly Nichiren Daishonin said it best "Never seek the Gohonzon outside yourself." The relationship to oneself..the one in which, for years I have been struggling...can be reflected in ones environment...If I am feeling disconnected or care so much about others and I remain feeling that that is not reciprocated then..."Voila"... the interconnected relationship to oneself is eschew.
So I answer my own question. WHo really cares? I do...I always will and that will never be blurred...by anyone or anything...

I will alway be there for whoever needs me and don't really care if that is ever the case for others...My Aunt Doris is of course excluded...she has opened up her arms and heart to me and I will forever be indebted to her...

I have come this far alone I am more prepared than most to continue.


Anyway I have to start my day...I hope you have a winning one Mr. Cooper.

Hey Anderson,

The poem below and the picture to the right are both from me...the picture is of one of the former Grads Dustyn Martincich.

The poem pertains to my mom who is unfortunately suffering from ALzheimers.

Grey Matter

We have stopped to behold
a chasm of spasmodic observance.

They witness silence nor ringing
An aural landscape, rain touching tongues

Speech will blister their skin
vision creates remnants

...Truth floating

Eyes closed looking upon a populace
Ears wide shut hearing a roar of silence

Halted, abrupt glittered with frowns
twisting to kiss an embrace

A succinct mouth, the pouting of ages
cerebral and hung low
draped sullen in disrepair

We arrive having traveled
without moving
folding space

The head jerks...awake
a pool of youth

Hunched age slumbers
Doors ajar
passed rooms with murmured melodies
hummed panting, the breaths of age

A crowded room of memories
a single window of love remains opens

I keep it open and she remembers
a breeze and she thanks me for it

A wave because I move
Away from where the pitch of time
holds her

My tears for one who I
protect from a dragon whose breath burns

And ages her wrinkled, toddling comrades
encircling her and taking her from me.

Wings flapping and blinding me, taking her.

I cannot see my only forever friend
she sees me forever.

My head buries her, my heart carries her.

"Sweetness...I know you not..."

"Of lightly heart I come to know my
forever friend no more"

I weep for she goes not the way for which
I compel her towards..."Here! Here! Follow Me!
I trumpet

To no avail she sees no shout
nor hears me blaze alight.

Limp is she as if in milk

We all stand erect charcoal figures

In mourning, whetted for pallet’s bored

Observing a feather fall

The last feather of grey

Madhaus

January 28, 2007

I Wanna be a Black Russian...Kassel and Mortensen...Serve Up Stalwart Homo-Erotic in New Cronenberg Film

I Want To Be a Black Russian!!!

From

"Anderson Cooper Kissed Me!

Hi Anderson, I just got back from seeing "Eastern Promises." It was incredibly powerful. Can you spell Oscar, Viggo? The films director, David Cronenburg made me even like Naomi Watts and that is no small feat. I have to ask you, dear Anderson...if you have and/or when you see it...tell me if you found, as a gay man...The scenery gnashing and ever so studly French actor Vincent Kassel's Mafiosa heir, who is both a titillating-tortured-homo and a sociopath...just like my ex-boyfriend! But tell was this movie penetratingly homo-erotic? OOPS was that a Freudian slip? At one point Kassel and Viggo get so close to kissing that I thought the screen was going to burst into flames, or I that I would. Both of them with those testosterone-seared-voices, those pheromones and vodka, sweat flowing glistening rivers down their pouting, chiseled cheeks...and their mouths so close to each other constantly threatening and challenging....I was just waiting for one of them to lick the words out of the others mouth...phew... I don't care if you are gay or straight or from Batavia...that scene in the sleazy Russian Steam Bath in that even seamier dank London neighborhood...there Viggo's character... naked as a link sausage, beats off…I mean… fights off… two unruly Chechnyan assassins, with his pumped and inked body dripping blood and sweat, dodging sharp thrusts, slipping over and on top of big muscly, terminator dudes.... his "Don Johnson" flapping like a Boars Head Bologna. He lays on top of one of the fully clad, scary assassin guys splayed crotch to crotch with him, writhing with the fighting frottage motor running full throttle...me I'm writhing in my seat like I am dancing with Clive Owen at a Basement party...Oh Viggo---sorry Anderson but he's got you over a long shot in this movie...But Wait...theres more...Better yet this all takes place on a wet floor in a steam room--no steam room in the annals of gay history had anything so hot going on...the stabbing of the guy in the eye was pretty much "Look the other way" material but back to the floor...its all evaporated steam as (Viggo) savagely, defends himself against those two burly, leather clad killer stud muffins with their curved, assassins blades...baby...slip, and slide me some of that...the imagery I mean...knives, butts...the murder in the steam bath things I could live without....but as with all homo-themed stories- Vincent Kassel and Mortensen never get to suck face---always the damn queers and their unrequitedness...Viggos one really good kiss goes to the little blonde ever caring-waif Naomi Watts...duh-I thought how hot it would have been if his love interest had beenThandie Newton? But it is Watts who gets to pucker close to our beloved and cool and crisp Aragorn.

Anderson, I know that you know what a good kiss is (wink)...and I shiver with antici------------------pation…. until the next one and I am vetted in my dream of our (wink) movie version having as much palpable tension as the incredibly intense, dangerous, male sensuality within which Mr. Kronenburg imbued his powerful film...somewhere on a Canadian cutting room floor…Mr. Kronenburg is from up there… is that kiss between Vincent Kassel and Viggo...I can wish can’t I?..I saw it happening....DAMN!! I may be but a foolish dreamer but I don’t care...We all love rough trade---You have your boriqua boy-flesh and well the ‘thug’ thing is everywhere (Wink)--I guess it depends on whether or not you like your Russians Black, White or brown… inked and on the rocks with a clef in the chin-It makes no never mind...just as long as they can’t say “peripatetic” and form complete sentences…for most that might scintillate. For me they best be able to make a good cocktail. Now that’s a good drink.

Bale Me Out!

Hi Anderson, you must be getting ready for another broadcast from the front lines...I really don't like it much that you are conceivably in harms way. But I suppose you are okay. I liked the way your rather tighty T-shirt a-la mid 90s Chelsea gym buff look worked for you. Col. Kershaw was looking pretty hot himself. Kissing all up on those al Queda hating Iraqi Sheiks and breaking the pita bread...I hate to say it but I got a little heated-in a good way about you and him skipping the light fantastic...you and Col. Michael Kershaw (above right)-with his all American good looks and Jar head fade, strong jaw, muscular shoulders and big All-American hands with his big All-American fingers and his big All American wedding band---which was reflecting in your bluey-baby-blues...I guess he could get all-Larry Craig on you--and solicit sex in a Persian Out House---but then again I know you to be true and well having you over there all gay in front of the American Military and Islamic Sheiks when you are my true to life homo hero-- You are doing allot of asking and telling....this makes me smile. Thank you for being over there btw...the American media continues to bombard us with the ubiquitous distractions of a fat Brittney Spears, a Bulimic jail bird Paris Hilton, a sign of hope for a thought to be paraplegic Kevin Leverett of the Buffalo Bills, an impending hurricane name Humberto moving towards the Gulf coast and an upcoming Jodi Foster movie---I had to include my secret love-Christian Bale( above left)- who's new movie "3:10 to Yuma" is also steeped in homo-eroticism's--unfortunately juxtaposed to Russell Crowes--way-to-macho-even-more-than-Kershaw stances aggravate more then scintillate.
This all being said Anderson, you are missed and I look forward to seeing you later this evening on CNN live from Iraq...you watch your Ps and Qs and its really okay that you haven't called me in a while...nobody really does...oh btw please do something with Dennis Kucinich...I heard him today on the Ed Schultz Show with his wife and dammit he is just really an amazingly compelling and compassionate, smart, tenacious and caring man...he is just so aligned with life...and he really understands what it means to be a human being...he gets what it means to strive to become better....couldn't you introduce him more to the public and his amazingly beautiful wife-who is Brittish and has her M.S. in International Conflict Resolution! She has it going on and she is Stunning! do you hear me...any couple where the husband is sort-of- dweeby...has got to be packing not only a sizable missile he has got the technology and wherewithall to compell, please and empower a gifted and talented woman....talk about a spirit of reciprocity rock on Dennis! Anderson...get him, interview him and propose to the other canidates that they avail themselves to do the same...I will so be there...tty soon...

Anderson Cooper Kissed Me: Phat Mother 4Ya: Brittney does her version of Sleeping (Crack-Ho) Beauty at the MTV-Video Music Awards

Anderson Cooper Kissed Me: Phat Mother 4Ya: Brittney does her version of Sleeping (Crack-Ho) Beauty at the MTV-Video Music Awards

September 11, 2007

September 11, 2007

Phat Mother 4Ya: Brittney does her version of Sleeping (Crack-Ho) Beauty at the MTV-Video Music Awards

I just don't get it Anderson, You are over in Iraq...I'm looking at you now...waving. The News today is vast...General Betray-us
---at least the ad in the NY-Times was a big controversy. Fred Thompson (The frmr. Senator and Law and Order Star) is running neck and neck with Rudi ("No Neck") Giuliani...but neither of them, according to polls; in an election that was held today would beat the "Hil,' Poor Hilary though...she is trying to dump $283,000.00 in campaign funds gently handed to her by that weird guy Thomas Hsu. Hilary cannot afford to be in not nary a not-so-kosher-and-stay in the Lincoln -bedroom-things before she has another Whitewater on her hands...Hell, The Hill should have a sit down with Britney, they could share recipe's or Hilary could just "bitch-slap some sense into the I-have-to-do-this-for-my-babies-working mom- thing to no avail...Briney could use some of Hsu's money to pay for further therapy which will no doubt be needed due to the humiliation of her rather..ahem..Underwhelming presentation...abandonment issues, a bad weave and an aversion to looking in the mirror in her costumes.

One reader on YouTube actually said "...and she wasn't like even ready for like that outfit..." I added "Not ready for that outfit? Do you think? Several years ago Paula Abdul had a train wreck of a presentation at the VMA...you just felt so bad for her...like she has no friends to tell her..."Girrrl, don't do it...you ain't 100%...as a matter of fact you ain't 10%"...breast feed your babies, learn to play guitar(or the lute), go to Sedona to find those healing vortexes and heal your negative karma, child, grow your real hair, go Vegan-way-way Vegan, go rafting on the Amazon(Please) and THEN when your kids are ready for school(College)...collaborate with someone who doesn't make you sound like a Wal-Mart Madonna! Sorry honey you looked high on Quaaludes and danced like a crack-ho after a colonoscopy.

http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/offbeat/2007/09/11/moos.britney.fat.fight.cnn

I hope you don't think I was too nasty Anderson...I have been a bit blue today...more mad than sad...so much 9/11 that I am forced to forget how I truly feel about anything concerned with that day...they tell us, unrelentingly, how we should feel...

I feel like not talking about how I feel...good night Anderson...your on my screen...I'm waving goodnight...G'night.

So I says to him I says....this guy Madaz hell is....

Dear Anderson...I am feeling it important to tell you about myself as I love you and I want you to know...well a little smidgen about little ole me....I donlt want you to be upset because I am living in the fast lane, and I am obviously way more accomplsished than you...but nevertheless I will give it a shot...oh btw...the pic? below is when I received my MFA....just sharing until something more risque comes along or you do...(@#$%^&*() (Snort, grunt, snarl, giggle)

So here is my bio: M Allan Davis is an accomplished dancer, choreographer, writer director, artist, investment broker, aerialist, commodities broker, forensics specialist, oncologist, paleontologist,and a 2008 doctoral candidate in Barbie Genitalia at the University of Ukrapkachovitch (U.U.) He has performed on Broadway in THE LION KING, danced with Tony award winner Bill T. Jones in his dance company and lived in Europe for 11 years, primarily in Germany. M (not the character in James Bond), received a Gold Medal in Ice Dancing from the United States Figure Skating Association and is a coach and member of the Professional Skaters association. He recently received his MFA in Theatre from Smith College and his B.A. in Dance and Performance from the University of Massachusetts Amherst. He has written poetry, painted little pink hearts, yellow moons, orange hearts and green clovers all on his own without anyone making him know it was arts and crafts time. He designed the sets for Loves, Rhythms and Rhymes at the Triad Theater in New York and studied production design on film...but you have to be in a union to actually get a job in film and to get a job in film you have to be in a union (You can go and figure that one) His hobbies include photography, film criticism, political satire, origami, conspiracy theories, Stephen Sondheim, desserts and deciphering racial profiling. He can also crochet a mean sweater and has a knack for memorizing libretto's from musicals. Mark is a contributing writer for the Dance on Camera Journal and soon About Time Magazine. He speaks fluent German and very mediocre Italian. He is featured in the book Passion and Line by photographer Howard Schatz with portraits of dancers from America's finest dance companies. Mark currently lives in Western New York State with his family and his American Mastiff Pup, Ella. He speaks fluent German and very mediocre Italian. He has never been awarded a Guggenheim, Fulbright... nor a Rockefeller but would be real happy if he had!

Break me off a piece of him....two pieces and then let him resign

Hi Anderson, This is just a note to say have a good barbecue and don't go too heavy on the marinade...you know that last time the ribs were drippy...and crunchy...the meat should be tender and juicy. Kind of like your lips...oops...can't help myself...as a diversion from thinking about food and you I saw this picture....didn't I, in my most prescient manner predict that the White House would be having a barn sale and be clearing out the clutter? They continue to shed their chameleon like skin? Huh....didn't I tell you? They are resizing faster than The Gap and General Motors---look who is getting kicked out (Resigning is the word they use) But now Tony Snow aka "The Iceman" goeth. I am telling you the children are fleecing ( that is black gay slang for doing like "Lee Nails" and Pressing on!)...The little extreme fighting pic here is emblematic of me killing two blogging stones at once....eye candy for me and metaphors for Alberto "Gonzo" Gonzales, Tony "The Iceman" Snow, Sen. Larry "Potato Head(Keyword: "head") Craig, Karl (My dad was a pierced 37 times-on his schlong-Homo-perv") Rove getting... well what they deserve-Unfortunately the world wouldn't be so accommodating so as to provide them with a hot hunk-a-man flesh like this work of art in the above picture- but they/we can dream about it spank the light fantastic! I will...have. Kick me out too baby while you are at it...talk with you later Anderson...you are my main squeeze, if you do end up boating during this glorious Labor Day weekend please do where your teal life- vest that matches your Dolce & Gabbana windbreaker it brings out your eyes....toodles, MAD xox

Senator Potato Head: Fear and Self-loathing in His Own Private Idaho

Hi Anderson, I have been busy and wanted to wait a few days to listen to my girls on Air America toss Larry Craig-itus around...I hit the jackpot today...Rachel Maddow, Stephanie Miller, Randi Rhodes...they all romped all over it...The Neo-cons are all holding their noses saying "Eeeeew-gay sex in airports...I know Anderson that you, as a gay man have never had to...nor wanted to spank a monkey or slurp on a silly straw in a public potty--but hey all us 40 something gay men saw and quietly nodded our heads when watching "Prick Up Your Ears"...Gary Oldman as the promiscuous playwright Joe Orton...well anyway Anderson it can be kind of exciting...but especially so when excitement for all those conservatives is a mutated form of indignation...one of their own gets caught...how many married men cruise rest area's with car seats in the back of their Escalades and Lincoln Town Cars...fondle and grope and tap their feet to imply their readiness to orally pleasure and peer through Crevices...living in a world where we are forced to do so...Andrew Solomon, in his biblically dense atlas on depression "The Noonday Demon" speaks readily of internalized homophobia...I mean who knows why Owen Wilson tried to kill himself...but for sure Larry Craig's breeder-minded macho stances and rabid attacks against...anything remotely suggestive of lightness in loafers and raining on parades is obviously, without having to take Internalized Homophobia 101 to understand...gets that the only place that's left to partake in the expression of sexuality between men who hate themselves with other men who hate themselves should be in places where men are definitely going to be and have their hand on their Oscar Meyer...in a stall or at a urinal! where one is sure to find a man with his stoicism in his hand...and thereby must perpetuate that sole perversion of the soul by having taboo sex in taboo places....duh...Even gay men look down upon other gay men...especially the ones who are more feminine, who yield to other men....they are less-than...well, the men who pretend they don't want to be yielded unto. It's like inter-race racism...the light skinned slaves got to be in the warm house closer to massah...hello?!! resent will ensue....Mitt might resent Larry cause he almost got some....anyway the slaves...so Massah like to keep his house on the lighter side...so the children he fathered we more Chai than Mocha...more Oatmeal than Brownie...his Euro-spermanations hastened by his MR. WIGGLIES and whatever poor African Goddess whom had to bear not only his violence and disregard but who had to watch her children be torn away from her and... (ANDERSON IS THIS GETTING HEAVY?) lets just say the house slaves were hated by the field slaves...Spike Lee made a musical "School Daze" about this inter-race racism...which, just like jazz was created in and for America!!It just wouldn't be home without it...I digress...so we come back to the antics of yet again more of the same types of men (GWM) who created the little slave issue I just got through talking about...SO Today on Rachel Maddow some guy from Idaho (what is the last syllable of this state...?) Family values was agitating me and made Maddow giggle...I wanted to finish him... I digress...before all the Value-family packagers could slurp on their Anita Bryant sippy cups-they are asking Craig to step down because as Mitt Romney said the other day of Craigs desire for man flesh-"Its Disgusting..." no Mitt honey---you are disgusting-what choices does Larry Craig, the man-flesher have?--I mean I am currently living like an ascetic monk...but Craig is out there man he's doing it....he's lied, contradicted and hey he really has proven to be ...I'm gonna swallow with pride here cause he has done this better than anybody because he...he....he got caught...the guy is a hypocrite...yup...they are a rare birdie hypocrites but Craig is for sure one of 'em...I'd stake my life on it...his entire being and existence in pure unalderated hypocrisy...all men are pigs mind you and I am a man who knows....Larry Craig just happened to, by his airporty actions shout it out a little louder than most and at a rather in appropriate place...the cause is what is so relevant here Anderson not the effects....it's not okay to be gay...somebody has to be hated in this country and you are talking to a gay, black buddhist....hey whats not to hate...at least I have turned a big corner in my racing-forward-like-a bullet midlife---that so many people even in my own family are afraid of me...sometimes even their afraid not to show that they are afraid to show that they are terrified of me---hell I was terrified of myself up until about a week ago.... and I in turn hated myself (funny how that works)...I have had sex in toilets...both with myself and other people even....all across the globe I have...I don't need to anymore though( Or perhaps that rest area one over on route 1-5) I mean what shoes should I wear? They say Craig tapped his foot which suggests that means that he was soliciting sex...( I saw that in a porn movie once...there was no sound back then 8mm) I would have to believe him. The only gay sex that he could find...and I know this for a fact... would be if that plain clothes cop was wearing Prada Shoes and Marc Jacobs slacks...anyhoo...when I did the toilet cruising thing Anderson it was for kicks...I was out-(of the closet) always have been...but where my life intersects with Sen. Larry Craig's is where it diverges...I never ever hated myself so much that I would make it my life mission to have the rest of the world hate homosexuals as much as I hate myself because I am a homosexual(did you get that?) No Anderson I am not Blond! Craig...he is a Shakespearean Tragedy and I am Shakespearean Comedy..I'm more like "The Merry Wives of Windsor" or hermetic like Jacques in "As You Like It"...The Great White Man Larry Craig though is emblematic of what will continue to go on in this country...hypocrisy and short term memory loss...depression and ESPN....Michael Vick talk a bout what a shame locking him up...so sweet and he so apologized really really rough call there with him...bad thing with the dogs...dumb dumb dumb...such a beautiful man...the dichotomy makes me want to barf...(like the picture I have here of Larry Craig...doesn't he look like he is so going to hurl? Anderson, look out!....lol...lol....I"m just joking Anderson...But it is all about Neo-cons and ....legislators and whores and Alberto our fave...celeb Lawyer...as far as many are concerned...Larry Craig is disgusting and is in good company....as far as Mitt is concerned...well Mitt you have a full head of hair and I think that is disgusting...Brigham Young had 120 people massacred in the 19th century(bad Mormons, bad Mormons)...Mit, how different are you? Good night Anderson...kissies

Alberto Gonzales and the Watercress Tamale

Omigod! Anderson are you awake! I am up early but Anderson wake the ***k up! ALBERTO GONZLAES finally ate his own law and order enchilada!...I apologize to any and all Latinos for that, it just came out...truth be told though he is first and foremost a slimy, morose, dirt bag lawyer- who in, representing the highest position of legal jurisconsult in the nation, lied. He chose to align himself with that already rabid pack of hooty eyed hyena's, headed by cheap "under the door sniffer" Karl Rove, who also resigned last week-halle-lOOOOOjah!--Hey hello!? Don't people get that there is this natural- revving up of universal righteousness jack hammers readying for the hardcore battering ram called---cause and effect and thereby the implosion of this rather "teetering like Pisa" administration--how many felon's liars and power mongers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Quite frankly I don't know but I do know this Anderson---the resignations and the house cleaning over at Pennsylvania Avenue is going to continue until Mr. Mission Accomplished-rids himself of all his riff-raff---he knows most people are too busy being poor and getting kicked out of their homes to care and that Americans have short-term memory loss like Dorey- the little blue fish in Finding Nemo- well at least she could talk whale and saved Marlin and herself from an apparently imminently fatal situation...but gee whillikers---Alberto just done gone on and messed up the Justice Department and well better he's gone sooner than later---its all about the DECONSTRUCTION OF GEORGE W--I just want to see Dick (The Shooter) Cheney get in a teeensy weensey bit of trouble---his slides through every loop hole like a social worker on crack--Just tell them Anderson.....tell the children that the gilded choo choo is off the track ---talk about a jaundiced administration....Anderson? I am going to go walk the dog-but when I get back I want you to have readied a response to this immensely joyous and thereby nurturing fodder for us lefty-pee-o'd buck-fusher's----oh yeah I am looking to hear Air America this A.M.!!!! Gonzales ate the watercress tamale. Buh Bye...BERT....I wish you could have gotten impeached but resigning works too, right Anderson?...I love you Anderson....

INTERVIEW WITH A BGM

“Life is a GREAT WHITE MAN …old chum…”Part I

Dear Anderson,

As you know I have returned home to Rochester, NY. I wish you were here with me but I know that your partner would not permit it. I wish you weren’t so emblematic of the Great White Male…As a young Black MO-HO (That’s homo backwards) who comes from a dysfunctional family*

*I know that word is certain to bother you and I suppose those of us who know what it means only banter it about because we are privileged enough to have gone through therapy (years and years and years of it) to know that to understand dysfunction is to understand the true meaning of the entity of all living beings…in other words…we have time enough to plod through our life trajectories and arrive in our forties and go “ Oh god I am so passive aggressive and I used drugs and drank too much when I was trying to have a career and now I am all alone with my four dogs, 3 cats and my ferret, Chewbaca…I must have had a father that fought in the Big War and got his MBA from Harvard on the GI Bill and then ignored me until he smiled when he made CFO of the largest bank in the continental United States and sort of publicly thanked his family which shortly therafter about to be split into fifths…he didn’t share much until he lay in his death bed and like the good ole boy he thought he must be said “ I ‘m sorry I was such a bad father.” And then I say: “Oh no you were the bestest father I never had…and I hate you. But…but…but I love you….” The sobbing leads to drooling all over his crisp hospital linens and he looks at the catheter in his arm and then his lower lip quivers and I have to truly love this man who ignored me as a child and made me love Harry Chapin…’cause I grown up just like him….he who never learned to cry and left my mom for a younger woman exacerbating her depression and poorly timed attempted suicide caused by her plummeting to the depths of the abyss-low self esteem and alcohol induced dementia…but I have to love him…I have to…his lip gives way to real live tears…I can see them…he shoots his eyes up at me as my drool just misses his wrist with the shunt in it….he mutters something with a vibrato induced by his lip quiver and then his raises him arms towards me for me to enter into them…..like the lowering of the gate to his castle over the mote I traipse and I collapse on his chest in a gooey glob of a conundrum like puddle of misdirected affection…in the end it is affection nonetheless…no, its love.

You know love Anderson like my love for you…I will get to crux of the Ballade of the Great White Male…To be continued….

I am a 25 y.o. 45 y.o. I just finished graduate school at Smith College (MFA Playwriting). Yes they have co-ed Grad Programs...I also taught there as I was attending there...Women saved me from myself...white women will rule the world...if my black sisters don;t beat 'em to it....and Hillary doesn't scare me...although Barack is where I am headed. I think we should avoid, in the next prez election, spending an iota of time thinking about what we don't want...I am certain that that is why 'W' is in that Haus de Blanco...we spent our energies on what we didn't want...MISTAKE...yes America is ready for a Black president...stop worrying about the red states and work on what you want...We are all responsible for the knuckleheads being where they are...lets just take responsibility to change how we go about it next time...that is if there isn't a run on the bank and the tumult and unease, tornadoes, bridges collapsing, flooding, fires, famine, people throwing gasoline on innocent 5 year olds and setting them on fire in Iraq...that is what Iraq has become... the latter...and who brought that on? We did kids...no guilt just...well...check out CNN.com...just revolutionize your own life...and follow your heart...then help others do the same.

A sigh is just a sigh...

Oh Anderson, Anderson, Anderson...could I just call you Andy? Or how about just plain "And?"

However, wherever, whenever...you can yube my tube...ahem...I am so sorry...I have to admit I have only used your name to attempt to draw in the curious and the intolerably innane...people like myself. But I do envy you....you are a ferociously tenacious journalist...you have a piercing intellect...frosty azure eyes and although I am certain you are my junior...your silvery hair and Westchester cool make me want to shout " Speak to me Daddy...cause I don't like talk no how!" Oh Misbehave...

I am sure I will get my "blogiosity" on as I shall pursueth with equanimity and candor an opportunity to dissect, dissuade, obfuscate and prioritize my worldview. You inspire in me a hushed fervor that has guided this impoverished (dare I say...Artist?) blogger to correlate a prescience and forthrightness that I know will hopefully one day have me shout...(see blog title). You are my Bob Brady...my Anthony Nelson and Major Healy....my Professor my Maryann...my Christine Amanpour...Here on Anderson Isle!


Let the Blogging begin....