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i questioned free speech


*beep*

Well.. how about a big ole love day with a hate chaser huh?

What’s the line between “free speech” and “responsible speech”?

Could I get away with a billboard with a head-shot of a Hassidic Jew on it with a big quote that says “I questioned Judaism” with an URL link on it linking you to a “ministry” set up for converting Jews to Christianity?

Mass media influences… people make a living doing it… you can even major in it in college like I did. Anyone in the field will tell you that the bulk of our fine population tends not to engage in critical thought and tend to believe anything if they’re told it enough. (*see recent history with the manipulation and media tailoring which was crafted to support our country going to war.)

here’s a sobering real-life example:
Our friend Julie called us months back distraught over an argument she was having with her boyfriend… (who…. is not an evangelical Christian nor an extreme conservative)… He was firmly under the opinion that Homosexuality was a choice… And speaking to three of us on the phone wasn’t really good enough to sway his opinion either. *Where* did he arrive at this deduction?

So… While you’re free to hold predatory religious seminars to “heal” homosexuals,… should you be allowed to make your case and solicit in mass media channels? The very solicitation creates a false validity in the eyes of “the masses” driving down the highway.

The core issue is a stalemate. I would have no more luck trying to change the minds of the exodus.to people than they would getting me to stop being attracted to big hairy men…. so it boils down to an issue of *in good taste* on behalf of the display company.

I suppose the highroad would be to say “yes… it IS their right to say *whatever* they want.”

So… Should we all sit back and cruise down that high road while these subversive agendas unfold…. gradually distorting public opinion? In say ten years the forced federal “Homosexual Reprograming Camps” wouldn’t seem so bad… You know… Because they all chose that lifestyle anyway – probably as a result of bad parenting or their mother’s did drugs during pregnancy or something.”

So.. Freedom of speech? Right to say whatever? Fine… It’s also my right to fire off an email to the billboard company and let them know that because of their poor judgment to place such a culturally divisive ad;— I nor any of my industry colleagues will consider them for any projects.”

Funny how the foundation of that grand temple of morality erodes via cash flow.

All that we have left is resistance… and… like our very vocal enemies on the right….. *we* need to start making noise and snap ourselves from the complacence we’ve all been in for the past decade or two. Else all the gains made by our parent’s generation will be lost and I’ll be seeing you all at the camps….

Take a moment… and a letter, maria… to let these folks know what your thoughts about free and responsible speech are. Contacts are here behind the cut

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butchâ„¢

The Original Village People

Well…. If I can say nothing else on behalf of Netflix, it’s the ease at which they enbalbe you to embrace the obscure.

Chad pretty much manages our Netflix account. When I saw “Can’t Stop the Music” on our cue list online, I figured the title was a documentary or something. Well… I was “sort of right”… The fictitious musical biography about the climb to fame of one of the 1970′s most notorious disco acts… The Village People.

OH… My .. God..

It was like a train wreck. So wrong and yet so completely right. We were hypnotized.. I couldn’t even get up to pee despite the pause button. What a delicious, polyester-wrapped slice of history.

I was nine years old when the movie was first released. Though I saw bits of the film broadcast on television and remember being vaguelyglen hughes stimulated by the homoeroticism – at that age, I was entirely more interested in freezing my Star Wars action figures in blocks of ice.

Tickle worthy.. Bruce Jenner’s character, the uptight-tax attorney turned cool-guy supporting protagonist, was from Saint Louis…. You never hear our town’s name dropped in movies anymore.

Was that era really that sleazy? More than once we’d balk and look at each-other in amazement at how trashy the female characters were rendered. It’s funny how times / attitudes change…. which brings up another question. Take this film, release in 1980…. Now compare trends / fashions / attitudes to 1990… A fairly dramatic shift. Just as dramatic if you compare 1970 and 1980….

Now.. I may just be getting old or moved to a bigger rock to live under… but I don’t perceive “that” dramatic of a difference between now, 2004 and ten years ago.

I had a great discussion with my friend Jay about this, who was around and mentally mature by the late 60′s. I should have saved the IM conversation – because his insights were brilliant. The gist of his idea was basically: “Because of how media has evolved and the great homogenizing effect it has, fashion and counter culture today are pre-determined. It’s sorta flip-flopped now.. Instead of culture informing the media, media now informs the culture”. – I’ll flush that out and write about it later.

So anyway.. the movie was damn fun to watch – and we want to own a copy now.

I walked away with a little more insight about the decade which bore me…

I also take with me now a seriously developed obsession for Glenn Hughes..

I wouldn’t dare blog about this.

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bag-daddy

webcaming with the iraqi

An acquaintance from the old serial happy hour days is coming over this morning. He’s a tax consultant and will be helping us do some damage control on our out of whack taxes before we go to the new CPA firm.

As a result and with all that the visit implies – I couldn’t sleep so I was up at about 2:30am and just stayed up to work on a logo project.

I took a break and fired up my chat clients and poked my head into the bearmen chatroom to see who was talking about what… Nothing interesting as usual. Shortly after I logged on, YM blipped me a message from a name I didn’t recognize.

Somebody lurking on bearmen saw my profile and decided to message me.

Come to find out this guy is a married closet job in Iraq and runs a small internet cafe south of Baghdad. Behold… A Bag-Daddy.. (phraseology thanks to xenohomo.

Surreal.

He was british educated so he could carry on quite well with the conversation.

We talked, of course, about the war…. His general take on it was “yeah – war is bad – but Sadam was bad too”… His only real worry was that the US is going to pull out too quick and their new government will cave in on itself.

He concurred completely that he felt the “core” issue at play is “oil” and “power”… *duh – although our administration and subsequent media feed would have you believe otherwise.

What really struck me about the guy, (despite the crap going on there), was his enthusiasm. I got a sense that he was really optimistic about a new form of government…. We theorized that if Iraq could democratize and get it’s shit together, with their oil, they could become a serious world economic player benefiting it’s people – rather than a handfull of bozos like Sadam.

He had to leave for lunch before I could really quiz him about every day life in occupied Iraq. He did show me his guns which he keeps within arm’s reach for “protection” – including a Russian-made machine gun which once belonged to his father.

I’m mildly paranoid now. He assured me he was on a DSL via satellite uplink. And I assured him to NOT underestimate the surveillance technology of the United States Government. Not that we did anything wrong – I kept my Bush-Bashing to a bare sugar-coated minimum.

As paranoid as I’m apt to be – I’m a little tickled at the notion that some CIA guy had to endure watching me flashing my ass on camera for the Iraqi bear who has a fetish for younger, hairy, heavy-set anglos.

(giggle)

I better not blog about this – I don’t want Ashcroft knocking down my door and arresting me.

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cumpulsion

fuck it

Alright – if I maintained a blog, you’d probably notice a lag in entries at the end of last week. I’ll tell you why…

cubpower introduced us to this new bear site called Bearmen.com.

A proverbial one-stop-shop for fur porn with an extensive profiles section.

That said…. I’ve always had a thing for amateur nudie pics. The fact that I can pull someone’s profile, read a tid-bit (usually naughty ones) about a person, know where they’re from and have their email address is infinitely more erotic to me than the airbrushed, unobtainable constructs seen in “professional” porn.

Nonetheless – the hobby has provided a great party trick. Friends who were scoping this guy or that guy online could message me and either give me a screen name or show me a photo. 80% of the time I could tell you all about the guy, what he likes shoved up his ass, and usually return photos the inquiring person hadn’t seen before.

The Bearmen site has approximately 418 profile pages, each containing 25 profiles… That’s 10,450 individual guys to look at and subsequently save and catalog the hot ones.

It took about two or three days to completely comb over the profiles..

It was on about page 416 that something snapped. My desktop was littered with individual folders labeled with email addresses, therein containing photos and other folders titled with little notes like: “bareback bottom”, “has divers watch fetish” and “stuck on himself”.

“What the fuck am I doing?” – More accurately: “What the fuck have I been doing for the last six years?”

I have amassed over 2GB of photos, emails and quazi-incriminating personal information about people – most, if not all, of which:

a) I’ll never meet.
b) Most likely never have sex with.

This isn’t about porn.. Being a compulsive masturbator and an occasional piggy-poo in the sack – I embrace porn.. It’s a perfectly viable form of entertainment….

No.. This is about compulsion.

I’ve got a vivid imagination, a very strong hand and two extremely sexy men at my disposal 24/7. For someone with “too much time on their hands” – I quickly realized that this fine commodity (time) really could be better directed at something else.

In a moment of (possibly stupid) liberation – I pulled out the CD smut archives and destroyed them.

I then deleted the one gig and some change of current finds off my local drive.

Then I sat in shock for a little while over what I just did.

Webcam session captures of the furry steroid-pumped guy in Berlin who had a thing for pudgy pasty midwestern Americans… Gone.

My TitPigâ„¢ library with images ranging back to before his porn-stardom…. Gone.

The self portrait of the sheepish, closeted married man in Buffalo, NY wearing tighty whities… Gone.

The photos of bearringSD‘s circus-freak scaled pecker…. Gone.

Will I stop enjoying internet smut? – Good God no…. I just needed to hit the “RESET” button and shift my approach to it as more recreational instead of occupational.

Maybe this was a bad idea – now I may obsess over something stupid like a blog.