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.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Queer...

Watching one man shows from Charles Nelson Reilly and Leslie Jordan make me so proud. I don't care how butch or queeny that you are, or how young or old you are.. if you are ignorant enough to think that we should be ashamed of the flamers and drag queens, the bears and dykes, the trannies and leatherfolk, the punks and the gender fuckers...the outcasts are the ones that fought this fight from the beginning...if you think that only clean cut gays that "behave" should represent us...you might want to reconsider...
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