30 July 2006

Excerpts #1 .::. Wolfe on Loneliness .::.

"The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, peculiar to myself and to a few other solitary men, is the central and inevitable fact of human existence. When we examine the moments, acts, and statements of all kinds of people--not only the grief and ecstasy of the greatest poets, but also the huge unhappiness of the average soul, as evidenced by the innumerable strident words of abuse, hatred, contempt, mistrust, and scorn that forever grate upon our ears as the manswarm passes us in the streets--we find, I think, that they are all suffering from the same thing. The final cause of their complaint is loneliness.


Sometimes it is nothing but a shadow passing on the sun; sometimes nothing but the torrid milky light of August, or the naked sprawling ugliness and squalid decencies of streets in Brooklyn fading in the weary vistas of that milky light and evoking the intolerable misery of countless drab and nameless lives. Sometimes it is just the barren horror of raw concrete, or the heat blazing on a million beetles of machinery darting through the torrid streets, or the cindered weariness of parking spaces, or the slamming smash and racket of the El, or the driven manswarm of the earth, thrusting on forever in exacerbated fury, going nowhere in a hurry."

Thomas Wolfe

Excerpted from "God's Lonely Man", 1935.

29 July 2006

30 is now 48

Doing laundry today, I noticed that fortune has smiled upon the residents of Ambassador Gardens:

The fourth floor dryer now provides 48 minutes of drying time for $1

I'm back!

16 July 2006

God's love is unconditional

"When her small-town religious friends found out she was a lesbian, they scorned and abandoned her. Her family disowned her. She thought she was alone with nowhere to turn...all simply because she was trying to come out of the darkness and be who she really was.

And when it seemed that there was no more hope, only more darkness, she took her life out of desperation.

We hope that she is somehow able to feel all of the incredible love these wedding couples have for each other. She, above all, would understand that they're just celebrating the infinite diversity of God's creation and His unconditional love.

Because of Doris, and the trials she endured, there's now more hope in this world. It's a hope that was born and then blossomed because of her pain; her gift to all of us."

~ dedication to 'Doris', from "The Complete Guide to Gay and Lesbian Weddings", K.C. David.

07 July 2006

the laughs just keep rolling in! God bless the internet (except for the porn)


Someone who gives every appearance of being homosexual, but is in fact heterosexual. A fauxmosexual male may display metrosexual attention to hygiene, style, and culture, have an effeminate speech pattern or display effeminate behavoir in gesticulation and mannerism, and/or give the basic impression of being gay. A faumosexual female may be fairly butch in appearance and style, display a militant feminist ("feminazi") attitude toward men, or show strong proclivities toward Lilith Fair or other female empowerment. These are the people you "just know" are gay, but who seem to show proof to the contrary.

06 July 2006


I nearly cried. This is good.

03 July 2006

what is _______?

Maybe Mrs Cartwright had been a hellcat in her youth, Tom thought, maybe she was responsible for every one of her daughter's neuroses, maybe she had clutched her daughter so closely to her that it had been impossible for the daughter to lead a normal life and marry, and maybe she deserved to be kicked overboard instead of walked around the deck and listened to for hours while she talked, but what did it matter? Did the world always mete out just deserts? Had the world meted his out to him? He considered that he had been lucky beyond reason in escaping detection for two murders, lucky from the time he had assumed Dickie's identity until now. In the first part of his life fate had been grossly unfair, he thought, but the period with Dickie and afterwards had more than compensated for it. But something was going to happen now in Greece, he felt, and it couldn't be good. His luck had held just too long. But supposing they got him on the fingerprints, and on the will, and they gave him the electric chair -- could that death in the electric chair equal in pain, or could death itself, at twenty-five, be so tragic, that he could not say that the months from November until now had not been worth it? Certainly not.

Highsmith, Patricia. The Talented Mr Ripley. Penguin Books: London UK, 1955, 244.