A friend emailed me last night and said I cheated free speech by cutting those posts. I emailed him back with: But it was tangential and not really conducive, in certain opinions, ...to warm social intercourse. He wrote me back with: So what! What...are you kidding, it’s the dbinfosource; ...have at it, man!! Repost it or forever suppress your balls; ...divergence is the steady path to understanding....
...So for sake of understanding...& the vitality of liberty, I resubmit one earnest perspective:
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....If it weren’t for the cosmic paradigm push for an out of the closet gayness of humanity, ...this would be just one more flick about adulterous behavior amongst the sneaky consenting; a rebuffing of a fervent spouse. & that’s all well & good; ...if you are miserable in your relationship, please...love the one you‘re with...and do your spouse the honor of giving her your blessings ~~ then begin the twisted process of unwrenching your children’s broke backs and minds.
Although I’ve been to my share of parties with both straight and gay folks of all jangles and circumstance, ...I just wasn’t sold on the premise of Brokeback Mountain.
Why? Well, because I’ve been on every kind of camping trip...and in the maneuvers field with cats in camo & flack jackets for weeks; ...been ‘round the fire until the wee hours of dawn with every element of pizz-drunk gent, one on one or in a group...&, honestly, cross m’ heart, ...with every beat of my empathy, I have never even once got to thinking, “hmmm, ...man, I’m kind’a itchy & curious...’bout playin’ wit’ yo’ pee-pee, bro, ...you game?” [chuckle] I really just don’t get it. Not that I’m disregarding the novel fold, ...the hubris unfold...but penis + vagina = ecstasy (that ain’t cold) ... just as patriarchy + matriarchy = complete circle (go ask the scatman, Turkle.) ...In ideal scenarios where two loves can work through the difficulties with shared notions of mutual goals & genuine reciprocated joy in the other’s happiness, the notion rings true...& even truer again & again. This is just my take, friend, ...so don’t get affronted ‘bout it...or all knotted up in the end.
...Hey, last Halloween I sat up most of the night around a good chiminea fire with a gay cat who’s a friend and a heck of a good guy. He’s been a friend of the family for a long time...& is always easy company; smart gent, ...well-meaning and the like. & he was not shy to hit, ...but he was also trippin’ big time on my love for my bride and all’round genuine elation in those of the vagina bearing persuasion. To him a vagina is really fckn yucky ~~ I mean, really, really, fckn...yucky; ...I don’t get it. I still think he’s just one wholly thoughtful & sporty lil’ gal away from an epiphany, ...but I’ve been told I’m wrong. Whatayagonado?
...How is it so difficult for too many to b’lieve, in this day of the comin’-out party, that a gent can be really deeply fanatically methodically enthusiastically determinedly studyingly spiritually passionately and endearingly into a lady, ...& without misgivings...or alternative meanderings of the Brokeback kind? & how is that now somehow bad...to be very much invested in that notion...at an artisan level? LOL...incredulous that it’s an issue even....
A room full of inspired windswept estrogen gets me high on philosophies of heady progressive interaction & slow-dancing the moody wet-skinny-bop in temperate & feminine arms well into the feel-good factor and beyond, baby....
...While a room full of trenchant testosterone has only ever motivated me to thoughts of loud uproarious bouts of laughter and back-slapping, dares & double-dares, thoughts of diving off cliffs...or fishing off piers or jibing at sneers, drinking a beer, grilling-up some barbecue and shooting some pool or playing some poker...or getting a game of basketball going, or wrestling-out a good rock & roll song with girls wandering about wiggling vital & stimulating things that guys can’t, themselves, wiggle. Brother, you just aren’t pretty....& your chemistry doesn’t trip my wires. Not that I’m baggin’ your drag.
If truth be told, postulates be laid to rest, ...what’s so difficult to get about this in the high-brow liberal intellectual circles...of th’ west? & why is it so important that we give so much credence to a gay movement? What is, ...most certainly is: You are mostly groovy people, ...who take up a little space. Cool. We all take up a little space...and peaceQuake outward for the human race. It’s our ancient grace. If it makes you happy, get on with it, ...consentingly; ...but it doesn’t necessarily make for a GREAT film....
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Since last night I’ve been giving some thought to your somewhat catty retort...in response to one momentary celebration of the faltering, but still a’duckin’ & a’movin’, hetero-monogamous point-of-view. You barked loudly and quickly...there, Kev. & in response to what, really? You want to take it line by line? I’d give you the same attention in reciprocation. Might as well, ...our “leaders” are pizzin’ away most every other one of our options; ...up to present...it would appear we still have open forum conversation as a celebrated liberty. If I read your post correctly & you are pizzed, what are you really pizzed at? I simply noted my personal take on the push behind Brokeback Mountain, ...and it’s relevance to the list of Oscar nominees. Well, perhaps I went on a tangent a bit, ...but within context.
& you appear to drop to defcon 4 rather than enjoy a casual point-counterpoint dialogue.
...It’s like Frankenstein’s monster. In all the portrayals I’ve seen...he starts out this rather docile, gentle, childishly curious creature; ...hopeful even. & only when the fears and oppressing nature of mobs of mostly ignorant citizenry begin to press him up against a vehement wall...does he get defensive and darkly self-sustaining. Similar ~~ in the abstract ~~ with many gays I’ve met, ...although there are rarely any mindless mobs in the vicinity at the time. Why is it gays are so silverstreak agitated with bona fide heterosexuals? ...Those fckn breeders!! It’s just another form of reverse-discrimination. & why all the fuss? It’s natural: ...Ain’t no earthly laws being broken by the attraction of a woman to a man, ...they’re two great tastes that taste great together. & yet it appears to the naked-eye that goodly gay folk take some rallying modicum of offense to the notion. Now there’s a cruel paradox. It isn’t funny, it’s ironic and a bit of a cry, really. You build your own walls often enough, ...it ain’t all on those darn boyfriendy-girlfriendy fckers. Yeah, the road is pretty much bogus from the onset for someone of an alternative love orientation, ...and there are those infinitely maddening mobs who will gladly increase the dis-ease...around every other corner. BUT when confronted with an open-minded hetero...who really honestly can’t fathom the fascination one gent has for another, ...but can live as neighbors while celebrating hetero-monogamous love,
......the hissings...ensue.
This was one in many well-born filmmaking endeavors. For Pete’s sake, Nine Lives & Wedding Crashers never even made the cut [sigh/chuckle]. Crash was likely the most stirring, so perhaps the Academy got it right, ...but my spinning coach would vehemently deny all but Walk The Line ~~ and into a headset...while you’re on the brink of absolute saturated exhaustion...so it’d be poignant [chortle]. Joaquin Phoenix has well earned his keep as an actor who nails every role to the wall & James Mangold has made/written some significant pictures in his career.
You got pizzed enough at me to want to jab-retort...rather than discuss differences...just because I wrote it like I see it. I genuinely don’t feel the movie should be lauded-on-high just because it makes strides to remodel doors of western perception...&...I honestly don’t get the attraction, ...how does that make me the antagonist? Yep, as a period piece, it shows some heady location cinematography & time-frames well, ...the sets are vistas to say the least ~~ & the love therein; cool.
I’m not bashing gay relationships by not getting it: ...I don’t much like rottweilers...or the notion behind jack-o-lanterns...or people who don’t at least nod thanks when you get the door for them...or most kinds of gangsta rap...or teachers who are boring & derisive...or career politicians...or sneaky traffic cops...or commercially processed white bread of most any kind...or arrogance in the medical professions...or the first to cast the stone but never to offer the water...or surly fcks who drive slow in the fast lane regardless & the equally surly fcks who tail-gate on the highway for any reason...or those who think the public library is archaic in the wake of the internet...or unchecked tyranny, but that doesn’t mean I’m intolerant. In fact, homosexuality doesn’t even make that list. I rather see it as an ambiguous parallel absorption in the human search for connections/relationships.
..........Whatever gets you through the night [to coin a good cliché]. I simply did not buy the GREAT MOVIE premise...in this oblique instance. Good movie, okay. I thought Heath Ledger & colleagues ROCKED in A Knight’s Tale. I could watch that movie a hundred more times...for pure entertainment and heart, ...and the extras on the DVD are top-shelf. & in my humble opinion, the movie Scorchers (1992) was a far more inspired/definitive love story, ...and I think only me and one other person saw it...before it disappeared from American film history...only to be found now in the most obscure locations...& my VHS collection. I, personally, saw Oscar written all over it, ...but not even a nod.
...Opinions, man.
So I’m not going to agree with a standpoint that seems to suggest we should all be just a little more gay...just to make it more feasible for you or you or you or even you to be just a little more comfortable in your skin...in a vastly over-intolerant western civilization that we’ve been born into. It’s not my responsibility to moderate my colors in order to bleed all the colors into one...just as I’m not asking you to dilute yours, ...but that’s the rub isn’t it? As I alluded to in the previous post, my sister has a pal, who lives a gay life, who comes to family gatherings. He is who he is...by personal choice and celebration. He’s a riot and an all-around happenin’ guy. I like him a lot, ...would trust him with my house-keys. But I am as infinitely perplexed by his sexual tastes as he appears to be frustrated by mine. He digs my songs and claims he’s always wished I could see things his way [chuckle].... I dig his dovelike peace...and cheerful melancholy. ...Then he says something markedly clever & funny...and everybody gets a good laugh.
...& he’s not a dckhead about it all....
