Young, hung, and full of vitriol...

I can't offer works of staggering genius, but what you will get are my sometimes funny, questioningly intelligent, frighteningly vitriolic, occasionally shockingly sweet, but almost always charmingly grouchy ramblings on music, film, politics, society, pop culture, literature, queer life, travel, Kansas City, and the mundane, yet surreal aspects of everyday.

I'm a queer punk country boy in his late 30s, who has settled back in the midwest after a decade or so of living around the country. My boyfriend, MJ and I moved to Kansas City a couple of years ago after an insanely surreal life in rural, southeast Kansas. This is my attempt at getting back into writing after a longer than anticipated hiatus. I'm still a bit rusty, so be gentle with me...A bottle of wine, some Barry White, and a can of Crisco usually does the job.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

rough trade saint...

ALL HE WANTED TO DO WAS DRINK CHEAP BEER AND EXPENSIVE BOURBON...LISTENING TO BITTER MUSIC AND RELIVE PAST IMAGINED SICK GLORIES...THE VOICES OF OLD ACQUAINTANCES ECHOING LIKE THE SOUND OF A LOCAL BAND FIGHTING TO BE HEARD THROUGH THE METAL OF DRUNKEN PISS STAINED BATHROOM STALL DOORS...HE RELUCTANTLY UNDERSTOOD WHY THE PARTY ALWAYS HAS TO END, BUT STILL FOUGHT THE DAWN AND THE GOODBYES OF MATURE-ADULT-LIFE WITH EVERY WHITE NOSED, FERMENTED BREATH. SINGING CAR CRASH LULLABYES AND OVERDOSE LOVE SONGS, HE'S THE ROUGH TRADE SAINT THAT MAKES EVERY CLICHE SEEM SOMEHOW AMUSING AND DANGEROUS AND SO FUCKING SEXY. HE FINDS ALL THE WRONG THINGS EXCITING, YET HOLDS THE PERFECT THINGS DEAR, AND MAKES YOU FIND THE BEAUTY IN BOTH. THE ONLY QUESTION HE EVER DARES TO PONDER IS WHO NEEDS GOD WHEN YOU HAVE YOURSELF?
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