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

the algebra of need...

A spit shined veneer of perfect abandon. A fine way of saying...”I just fucking give up”. Cuz giving up or going on are pretty much the same in that book. When your lifeline comes on tap and your pride comes in...well just’s a history lesson in the algebra of need or want, or what the fuck ever keeps the gun out of your mouth. They say that women attempt to off themselves more than men, but men are more successful. Does that mean that males take it that seriously, or it’s another macho bullshit thing to prove? WWJWD? What would John Wayne do? Cuz it’s all about that pseudo frontier shit that some closet case coward, scared shitless of himself designed to cover his tracks. What’s worse....A cock in the mouth....or a gun in the mouth. I think we all know the answer to that one.

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