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Whenever you think that you are just one person and what can one person do to change things...think Steve Jobs. Then go out and do what you love. Everyone is a pebble that gets thrown into a lake we call life. We all create ripples that affect everyone else's lives in that lake.

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Ah Folsom East 2011...LOL

Recently a cute fan from Australia chided me, quite correctly, on not keeping up with my blogging. Here is a short entry for you Rai*wink*. Enjoy.

The best part of living here in this city, besides me living in it naturally, is the varied cultural events that one can attend. Where else can one see a full frontal play in the Lower East Side from a new writer who is on the cusp of fame, watch a dance company pushing at the barriers of nude dance movements in some abandoned building in Williamsburg  or,attend a private after hours sex club…hmm, best not say what and where that one is located right! 

Anyway my point is where else can you do all this but here in New York City. Life here can be lived twenty-four seven because my city never sleeps although lately it has been taking some rather long naps…or is that just me? 

Be that as it may, today I and mine were privileged to attend another of the cultural events here in town that captures that spirit of energy that is New York City. Yes, the annual bondage and fetish fashion show ( aka Folsom east) is back in town. This year I took my gay charge (he is a young man of  twenty something so relax) and his (similarly aged) friend* to it. 

*This friend is a nice young lad struggling with the crushing disability of being straight. I just think of him as merely a child who has some special needs. I try not to judge. 

As a nice surprise for them, I used my author’s pull to acquire some hard to secure tickets to the show’s traditional opening night (private) religious convocation. It wanted my “boys” to see that gays do have religion despite the criticism lodged at us from some ignorant areas i.e. red states. I’m was sure the sight of cute gay men kneeling while lost in adoration before that large Saint Andrew’s cross would do them a world of good. Maybe  even give them some ideas to practice at home during their own intimate religious “services” with their partners.

Solomon and that ship

I remember a discussion of a section in the Bible’s Old Testament. 

 Seems a ship arrived in Israel containing a cargo of life’s critical necessities. According to the writer King Solomon himself had placed the order for his people.

The cargo manifest was important enough to be set out in full detail by the biblical writer so that all would know what King Solomon listed as items critical in the life of his subjects. The section set forth pages and pages of everyday goods that were essential for the building of a young nation. They mentioned nails, wood, pots, farm animals, cooking utensils, metals, tools etc. until the final line wherein it said, “...and ivory, apes, and peacocks.” 

Now you may wonder why the King ordered those final items especially, considering that the ship’s cargo was filled with more mundane & critical articles for survival? Why would the King waste critical cargo space for them? 

Well, as the speaker told me, the King knew that in this grey world in which we toil to survive there must be sustenance for our spirits as well as our bodies. He knew that in addition to pots, nails, tools etc. we must always make room for the luxurious (ivory) and the exotic (apes) and the fantastic (peacocks) to keep our spirits and imaginations alive. 

I wish you all ivory, apes, and peacocks every day of your life.

Ah another reality show

I noticed another of those reality shows on our local television 

station. The moderator began the series explaining how, like every 

reality show, drug use by the participants was not permitted on 

premises. Five minutes into then program five of the six people 

in it were getting wasted at the neighborhood bar. The sixth was 

passed out drunk by the fourth minute. 

Funny I always thought alcohol was a drug and did he mean, I 

wonder, that off-promises drug usages were permitted? 

Having checked out a few of these reality shows (oh come on 

like you don’t slow down at accident sites to take a quick peek) 

I can only say I’m amazed and terrified. Who picks these misfits 

and worse how soon can we pass a law stripping them of the 

right to vote or hold elective offices in the future! I mean have 

you seen these people: hello your fifteen minutes are calling and 

they want all fifteen back! 

It appears the participants are chosen based on some sort of a TV 

version of Noah’s Ark. The gay one (the flamer or sincere version 

depending), the hot “I’m so straight but possibly can be taken” 

jock (who usually sexually experiments or goes all gooey gay 

friendly in the end), the bitch (either sex), the substance abuser 

(okay that could fit most of them) etc. and so forth. I sometimes 

think about how our radio and TV signals float in space and that 

some other world will pick these shows up and never bother to 

visit us because of it. I’d hate to be known in the universe as 

“that planet of weirdo losers!” 

Side note: The court shows are okay although I 

think, considering how evangelical some segments 

of the public are, the TV stations are missing the 

boat on a potential major breakout hit with a similar 

show based on the concept of religious courts. I’m 

thinking here of a type of TV tribunal where some 

prelate judge hears dogmatic arguments on various 

obscure religious points from opposing sides then 

rules in favor of one side or the other. I’d call it “The 

Papal Court” myself but only because I bet those 

cardinals would look great in high def. sitting up 

on the bench as judges wearing their white lacey 

outer vestment coverings and not to mention those 

bright red robes!