The Continuing Adventures of Dr. Frankenstein

Someone once wrote: "...my perfect morph would be a concoction of Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp. What would be yours?". Well, not wanting to appear too "Gods and Monsters", I offer you all one vision of my own "Frankenstein Monster". Question: What would constitute your perfect creation? 1) Take his big guns and handsome smile. Add to this the smoldering 'ready for anything' looks of his slurpy bud 2) Fold in a heeping portions of the boundless artistic and musical talent of Saint John and Sir Paul 3) Add liberal portions of the sacred truths of the ages, a cup of the Dali Lama's wise simplicity, a handful of Gandhi’s non-violent power to change men's hearts, and a generous helping of the moral strength of Martin Luther King Jr. 4) Spice it up with a pinch of Mahler, a dash of Stravinsky, and 1/2 teaspoon of Siggy 5) Drizzle with equal amounts of Genius: Albert Einstein and Russian composer Dmitri Shostakovich 6) Lastly, garnish in an "À la Carl Jung" manner with dollops of the "anima" (the female aspect present in the collective unconscious of men) with the origianl Dom Dyke, the Fire and Ice Queen: Greta Garbo. If this recipe does not work out, throw a "Hail Mary" pass and order the take out dish shown below by calling 1-800-Big-Boyz

"The Doctor said it was just a phase (and that I'd grow out of it)"

One of our favorite bloggers, Lewis posted a story today about a childhood visit to a psycho shrink that was initiated by his concerned parents. His story made me think about how some parents (most?) want their children to become mirror images of themselves, instead of who they really are. This is usually a benign trait and normal I think (to a point), but taken to extremes it can even destroy a child. I have seen this occur. Suicides by young gay teens when their parents reject them, and cast them out into the cold. The first guy I ever had any gay experiences with, later took that path, in NYC, in the Chelsea Hotel. Praise be that little Louie grew up to be a happily wigged out and blissfully partnered gay man. By the powers vested in us, we hereby bestow upon Lewis, the official status of ‘Certified Gay’. Biffy, our young representative (shown below at attention) will be personally delivering your award to you and to your partner.

The Gay Marriage Countdown Flag of America

"No State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any State deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws." - The United States Constitution This flag represents the states of the U.S. that have extended marriage equality to all of its citizens. States where "equal protection of the laws" means just that. Equal. Where "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" for all, isn't put up for a popular vote, in this "land of the free". States that recognize ALL people are created equal. This US flag is for you, and your beautiful, "true patriot" citizens. Thank You!!!

Arod throws down the gauntlet

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"Where the Goys Are (The Gospel of T. Charles)"

The ever impish Uncle Arthur apparently used a bit of his warlock faire dust to whip up two hunk boys for this wonderful T. Charles fall portrait of a placid pocket sized lake, and place them smack dab in the center of attention. Or perhaps Uncle Arthur whipped them up for himself. Only Endora knows for sure.

"Chai the Thai"

Here is an email exchange I recently stumbled upon from a 1996 diary. August 7, 1996 T-Bird: David, I have a date tonight.  Eek!  It is with the guy I told you about who met me while I was out walking.  Super attractive in-shape Asian (Thai named Chai), and he seems good hearted so far which is most important to me.  We spoke for the first time last night on the phone for about half an hour.  It was strangely and unexpectedly spiritual. Because of a few things he said (he related how he was given by his family to his uncle as a boy to be raised as a Buddhist monk – was an incredible story) I have a feeling that my meeting him was not circumstantial.  I am a bit nervous, but he is more nervous than I.  I guess that I am beginning to practice a bit of what I have preached to you.  Take care David, me. David: Dear Will, I have a date tonight too.  Or was your last night…..whatever.  I hope your, mine goes well.  Later, David. August 8, 1996 Uh, I think I better tell you about my date in person.  I am certainly glad the police did not stop and shine the light into my car as we parked up on Twin Peaks.   I have never had such a young guy ever get my pants off so quickly and then get me to orgasm so quickly – and in my car.  Come to think of it, No one has ever done this to me in a public (at night) setting.  I never saw it coming. It was an interesting experience.  We’ll probably see one another again.  I find him physically, and more importantly personally attractive.  He is really built.  Eight pack abs.  Like a pocket size muscular dynamo. That is how the impossible (us doing what we did in a car parked on Twin Peaks with tourists walking by/around us) happened.  And there is something, some great mystery, something spiritual about him that is unknown to me, but seems familiar at the same time.  I could sit and listen to him for hours. Be good David and only settle for goodness from another’s heart in return.  Let me know how your date went.  Will April 10, 2013 Okay.  How did it all turn out?  It was still born, and it was my fault.  While speaking with him we somehow got onto to subject of HIV and aids.  I said something that I do not even know if I believed to be true.  Something that hurt him to the core and killed any chance of a relationship.  I motor mouthed stating that I did not think I could ever have a relationship with someone who was HIV positive.   After that night he was not wanting to get close to me.  I was so stupid and ignorant and oblivious to reality, even when he once told he that he had to go home early so that he ‘could take some pills’.  It took me until months later to realize that he was telling me that he was HIV positive and with my stupid mouth I had crushed him and crushed any chance of a relationship that I believed was supposed to happen.   Curse my own stupid motor mouth and ignorance and lack of sensitivity.  I was a human embarrassment, I now think. To this day I still reflect in horror at the thought of pain I inflicted with my own stupidity on this tender soul.  Doubly so since I have been tested by the fire of life and found that I am rock solid.  I do not cut and run - ever.  I am there with those I love until the very end, no matter what the fates bring.  Forgive me, Chai the Thai.  May your sweet soul shine in glory either in this world, or in the next world. Were we supposed to be together in this world?   The answer to this question is unknowable – the only thing knowable is the here and now.  Perhaps in parallel universe we are or were together.  But had we been together then the trajectory of so many things would have been altered in unpredictable ways that it is best to not even try to ponder “what if”.   I do know that I had so much to learn from him.  From the mysterious nature of Life to the Art of Dying, all from a Buddhist perspective.  I knew this from the first conversation.  He was different from anyone I had encountered in this world.  Some of this knowledge has since come to me via direct revelation (I will wrote about a dream that I had in November 1999 sometime).  Other slices of the knowledge have come from my reflecting upon life experiences that have occurring in the years between 1996 and today.   I have learned about my motor mouth and opinions.  I have become vastly more reflective, quiet and guarded about sharing pearls of wisdom now.  I value silence.  I value listening.  I value reflection.  I do not think this was true in 1996.  I have changed for the better as I have aged and my soul become wiser.  I will share of course, openly, when I receive the spiritual prompting to do so.  But, I will no longer share just for the sake of hearing my own lips flapping.  Never ever.   And I have learned to choose my words carefully.  Before you decide to speak you must first consider whether you truly believe what you are about to say.  If you are unsure, speak not.

"Easy Ways to Make Sexy Table Settings"

Saturday Night Soup for the Soup (34)

his was to be a totally different Soup. One friend has a detail draft (the "Facebook" draft). Another has the link to the music that was to be ("Be Grateful" et al.) Before I could refine this, the ground began to shift beneath my feet. First, it morphed in my imagination to the phrase "If you cannot bring Good News, then don't bring any". and the song that lyric comes from. But tonight, Passover; a night with a jaw dropping sunset setting the waters of Puget Sound on fire with blinding reflected light, as the sun god finally sank behind the purple snow capped Olympic Mountains; the night that I freed myself (and hopefully someone else) from 35 years (1974-2009) of malformed emotions; and finally, the night I cleared the emotional deck, freeing me at last to journey to the undiscovered country of the heart, I will simply bring you all GOOD NEWS. I won't even tell you what the news is - in words that is. I am far too shy to ever do that. However, I will say it all, in image and music. And those who possess special eyes in their heart will understand it all. But first... I could not decide which picture to use, so created a collage with elements of four pictures taken from my back yard this week, In it you see two daffs, red rhododendron strigillosum, rhododendron April Rose, a but if Mugo Pine, and my Flowering Plum. Above is another spring favorite: the Hyacinth. There few that you see here, fill one half of my back yard with a heavenly sweetness on a warm spring day, as we had on Monday. And lastly, what is SPRING without Cherry Blossom Pink. In my previous Soup, I wrote:. In the deepest darkness, the brightest light is found. And so it has come to pass. This week's soup comes from a single piece of music. A song, which is really a medley of four songs, connected. In the final song, the other three songs are reintroduced so that all four are playing simultaneously. The piece of music closes the 1973 Wings LP Red Rose Speedway. This is the moment where Paul got his mojo back, following the deep depression he sank into following the demise of another band that he used to be a member of, named the Beatles. It was released in April 1973, and is filled with the explosive energy of Spring. It is an extremely happy LP, and was a sign of great and even happier things that lie just around the next bend of the road of life. The four songs that make up this piece of music are: "Hold Me Tight" "Lazy Dynamite" "Hands of Love" "Power Cut" There are secret messages behind some of the songs on this LP, including a secret message in this music, which becomes apparent if you know how to listen in "Power Cut". Even the back of the LP contains a Braille secret message reading "Stevie We Love You" referring to Stevie Wonder. And that is all that I am going to say. Anyway, the music says it all, making words unnecessary. All of this makes it's way into this week's soup. You can get your 15.2 Mb bowl of Saturday Night Soup by clicking the jukebox.

Saturday Night Soup for the Soul (32) GENISIS

he "Princess Points" post on KB's popular site this past year got me thinking about the nature of gay man and gay woman, in the over all scheme of the operational universe. This thought chain directly lead me back to the first symphony that I fell in love with, the OFFICIAL HOMOSEXUAL SYMPHONY, which depicts that grand moment that God created the species of man known as "HOMO EROTIS". This is the sole topic of this week's soup. enesis 2:7 And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. This post starts with this familiar line from the Bible (Genesis), or the Torah (Bereishith) which describes the creation of man. Right... Adam.... yadda, yadda, yadda. Religions, and their self anointed leaders more or less would have your believe the lie that goes something like this "God didn't create Adam and Steve". Bullshit. The full unedited scriptures, as they existed, before the Jewish temple scribes on the behest of the Kohanim priests slit it out of the Torah (and snuck it out of the temple concealed in their priestly underwear) tells the story behind the how and the why God created gay man, and gay woman, too. Worry not, for I will tell you this story, and then let Pyotr (Peter) Ilyich Tchaikovsky tell you the same story, with his music most divine as the narrator. "And God created Wayne, and He saw that it was Good" I give to you all, the lost chapters of Genesis (a work in progress). enesis 10.5:1 And the Lord watched man with a growing sense of dissapointment. 10.5:2 Man began to form into clickish tribes, and restricted membership cults. He set himself up as the exclusive mouthpiece of God, and began to preach false blasphemies including ritual practices based on bizarre nonsensical provincial superstitions, arbitrary dietary laws, prohibitions of mixing of grains in fields, prohibitions of mixing of fibers in clothing, prohibitions against cutting of hair or of beards, prohibitions against the shape of ones nose and the priesthood, so forth, and so on. He preached all sorts of laws that encourage killing. God was not pleased. 10.5:3 Man lorded over, and mistreated his wfe and his daughters, and made the false claim that it was God's will that he do so, and that the penalty be death if his wife or daughter disobeyed. Neither God, nor his wife, the always delightful Mrs. God, were pleased.   10.5:4 Man ranted and railed as he denounced all other men as being false prophets. Man made war against man. Man killed man. Man raped and killed the women of other men. Man took her children into bondage and into sex slavery. Neither God, nor Mrs. God, nor their Devine Angels were pleased.   10.5:5 Verily I say this unto you, that during dinner with Mrs. God, and with eleven or twelve of their elect Angels as dinner guests (is the Holy Ghost an Angel? You decide), the Lord finally spoke "This man...he has turned out to be bit of a dissapointment. I thought that I had cleaned house with Noah and the flood, but...".   10.5:6 The Lord paused, and then continued "This man creation of mine... he really is turned out to be... um.. well, he is a bit of a silly twat, is he not?".   10.5:7 Mrs. God shot an icy stare at God, as she was not a fan of salty language at the dinner table, especially being the eleven or twelve elect Angels were present. God, noticing her disapproving expression continued with a sly wink of his eye "Uh...oops, sorry about the indiscrete language. But man, he is just such a tediously serious creature... especially in matters spiritual".   10.5:8 The Great I Am continued by posing a question for all his Angelic dinner guests: “Am I that serious? You would tell me if I were being a boring old coot, wouldn’t you? Please tell me that man is not created in MY image – at least in this regards.”. 10.5:9 The Guests and Mrs. God shot a quick glances at one another, and then burst out laughing. The Archangel Gabriel thus spoke for the assembled guests “Platypuses, penguins, parrots, the Dodo, flatulence, the French, and post adolescence pimples. We rest our case”. They all roared with great laughter and general merriment, and the Lord was well pleased. 10.5:10 Before she could restrain herself, Mrs. God blurted out "Oh don't worry about the Dodo, it won't be around for much longer". She then looked up, and gazing upon the scowling face of her husband, she saw that God was not pleased with her comment. Thus said Jehovah “Well thank you Mrs. Blabbermouth for revealing the future. Is there anything else you might wish to reveal to our guests? Why not tell them all about Millard Fillmore?”.   10.5:11 The Archangel Michael spoke “Oh my gosh – so is Milliard Fillmore going to be your only begotten son who you will send into the world of man, to forgive them of their sins and... " Before he could continue, Mrs. God cut him off “Oh don’t listen to God... he is pulling your leg”.   10.5:12 God rolled his eyes in exasperation as the Holy Ghost spoke to them all by the spirit, and he did reply “Yes HG, we realize that you do not have legs. Mrs. God is using a figure of speech. She isn't really pulling his leg, unless there is something going on under the table that I am not aware of ”. Then he looked at his wife with a sly smirk and continued “Well, her being a blabbermouth certainly erases all doubt as to whose image Eve was created in”. God began to laugh, and everyone did join in, save for Mrs. God.   10.5:13 Mrs. God took his comment to be a challenge, and countered “Oh, let us now talk about Adam and his descendants... scratching their bums in the temple, picking their noses at the dinner table, scratching themselves in indiscreet places in full view of the public, and then we could talk about his, uh, well, he certainly is aroused by some strange things. Let us all just say that we know who his Daddy was”. God laughed in a good natured manner and said “Yes my dear, I suppose your point is well taken”.   10.5:14 But then Lord’s expression became serious as he said “But seriously...I do need to shake up this mankind thing a bit, as it just is not working to my satisfaction. However, as I am unsure what to do, I would like any suggestions that you might have”. 10.5:15 After a few moments of silence, up from her seat flew the tiniest Angel in all of Heaven, Tinkerbell. She flew up to the Lord's ear, and began to whisper. Mrs. God and the eleven other Angels all froze, straining to listen in on the conversation, while trying to appear as if they were not eavesdropping. 10.5:16 As God listened, he stroked his white beard, and soon a twinkle in his eye formed, and his mouth turned into broad smile. “Yes, oh Yes” he said. "That would really shake things up, and just might work.”. 10.5:17 The Lord paused for dramatic effect, then said with a sly smile “Well...okay... since apparently you must all know. We shall be creating two new sub-species of humankind. One shall be made a man and be sub species 'Homo Erotis', and the other shall be a woman and named sub species 'Amazonia Cullingni'. To the latter, we shall give her the absolute power to kick man’s butt in all things deemed manly. Man shall never have power over her, or anything over her, except for procreation. Both of these two new sub-species shall be fruitful and multiply solely by means of the Holy Spirit. Hence forth they both always be a part of the family of humankind. We shall call the first Amazonia Cullingni "Jill".   10.5:18 God turned to Mrs. God and addressed her most courteously “Assuming that there no objections to my using that name, Dear, might you do us the honors? . To be continued, as the gift of divine prophesy once again fills my being, loosens my tongue, and stirs me fingers to reveal to you all the lost but true story of the creation of God’s most beautiful and sweet gay mean and gay women. Yes, I am still alive. I have been burning the candle at both ends (hell, I tossed it into the fire pit along with the furniture) ay work and on my other web site, where I am writing a major, massive in scope research work that will include a brief history of the last 10,000 years. My health has not been the best: I am out of balance and ridiculously over extended. Such is life…  The music: Piotr Ilich Tchaicovsky’s Symphony number Four in F Minor, Op. 36. Yup. The official homo symphony. This is the first piece of classical music I fell in love with. I was a 17 year old closeted gay boy, and someone introduced me to this. I had never listened to classical music before. It immediately clicked with me, seeming familiar on some cerebrally spiritual gut level.  As I started reading about it I was stunned to learn that not only was Peter a homo, but the secret subject of this symphony was his holy homoness.    Oh, he had a cover story, saying it was about “it” which is represented by the opening “destiny fanfare”. Frigging brilliant thematic material here, which occurs throughout the first movement, and reappears like an inescapable fate in the final movement. Tchaicovsky kept a secret diary, where he recorded that “it” was his homosexuality.     The symphony opens with the destiny fanfare, God reaching his finger out, and bringing gay life to Wayne, the first gay man. Odd how I immediately connected into this music, despite my lack of a classical background, and them later found out that it was about me and my life. I love how those sorts of connections work in this incarnation of the universe.    As the fanfare repeats, jarring counter melodic lines which cut across the grain appear. We immediately know that this is not going to be a walk in the park. God is forging the highest and purest titanium strength steel foe those who survive the trials of this fate. TO BE CONTINUED All of this makes it's way into this week's soup. You can get your bowl of Soup for the Soul by clicking the jukebox.

Gay Day May Day Gardener

"Blessed are They that Mourn"

"Gay Baptism by the Holy Spirit"   Seeing the multitudes, the Good Rabbi went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him: The Rabbi opened his mouth, and taught them, saying:   Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.   Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth.   Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled. Blessed are the merciful:  for they shall obtain mercy.   Blessed are the pure in heart:  for they shall see God.   Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God. Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.     Blessed are ye, when men shall revile you,and persecute you, and shall say all manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake.   Rejoice, and be exceeding glad: for great is your reward in heaven: for so persecuted they the prophets which were before you.