These are my confessions

Today, Wren and I are going to see Confessions of a Shopaholic. On the surface, looks like a deliciously bad movie that makes you happy because... it's so bad. We'll also probably be the only men in there other than the straight ones who get dragged there by their girlfriends.

I order you all to see it as well so that you can come back here and tell me what you thought about it. We'll make it a race.

Extra points to whoever spots Isla Fisher's camel-toe first!

Update on the Rainman thing. It's dull and depressing - don't read it!

You bitch! You fucking opened the can of worms! Well I hope you're sitting down because (as Kathy would say), we got a lot of shit to cover:

So I got a number of very good emails from him yesterday - all of which insulting to the nth degree. He was kind enough to clarify a few things for me:

• When he said I was emotionally undeveloped, he meant that I could never understand, and that I am not emotionally capable of loving someone without cheating on him (ouch).


• When he said he was angry at Wren, not me, he meant that I wasn't to blame because he expected such a thing from a whore like me.


• When he said he expected it from me, he meant that he thinks all I ever care about is getting an orgasm wherever and whenever I can.

You can't make this shit up - you want the emails? I think I'll post them later today or tomorrow. These are... priceless.

I sent him back a quick email in return. I don't know where the old Rainman went, but this is not him. The old Rainman would never say such things to anyone, let alone someone he purports to still love. He chastised me about blocking him on facebook, etc... but really, how couldn't I?

I don't want to know this new Rainman - he scares me. He's taken over. I don't like him. And I will never want this new "thing" back. When old Rainman inhabits his body again, then we'll talk.

Now we're in a Cold War similar to Wren-versus-Rainman's. I refuse to speak to him first. Given the things he said to me, I think an apology is in order first. Until then, I will not speak to him.

If my mother taught me anything, it's bitchiness. She never spoke first after we fought, and I will do the same. I will not budge on this. Not after what he said.

100th post + celebration!

It's only fitting that the 100th post celebration be of the same spirit as some news I have to share - happy, but not completely consequential (just yet).

It seems that I have, finally, made it through a hundred meaningless, unimportant, but somewhat interesting snippets from my life. You are now a hundred-times more aware of the subtleties of my life. Those 252 active visitors that read this blog from as far away as Saudi Arabia and Sudan are now that much more enriched with my gaiety.

Maybe those are poor closeted gays, looking to express themselves through the blogs they read... maybe it's just the Saudi government keeping an eye on me just in case.
Anyway - now the news!

A few days ago, I finally asked Wren to go to Britney with me. For those that missed this point, I got Britney tickets for when she's in Boston on March 16. They were a gift for my birthday, and I have two... one for me, and one for a special friend.

I must say that it took forever to convince him to go. He felt bad about taking such a gift from me, and it was only when I reminded him that they had been a gift to me anyway that he decided to go. I can see it in his eyes. Like every gay, his heart burns for cheap divas that sing awesome music post-going-crazy-and-shaving-your-head-to-avoid-a-drug-test-during-custody-hearings.

Win.

This weekend, on V-Day, we're going to dinner and then seeing a commentary on the human condition as it relates to American consumerism.

It's a serious film for serious people, you see. Should be good and funny. Wow, and I thought I was going to spend V-Day getting drunk in my room and listening to Joni Mitchell.

Here's to fucking your brains out cute dinner-dates.

Ring in the new year - choo choo

This is how people should say, "Hello" to the New Year... useless crap!

I saw this while my younger sister was watching Cartoon Network. Apparently they also know what a stupid product it is. "Buy my product! Buy my product! It's lame - but buy my product! Trains! Ahhhhh!"

... honestly. Looped videos of trains driving by. *ugh*

Because the 70's were ideal

Intermediate Gay -- Now that you've been out in the world for a while, it's time to learn about a little gay history. You know about Prop 8/Hate, etc... now how about something from the past?


If you thought that things have been swimmingly good since Stonewall, you would be wrong, silly. So if you are in a city/state that is liberal enough to even be showing this movie in your local theaters (so if you live on either coast), then you shouldn't miss it.

Learn it - gay culture is nothing without her history.



Coming December 5.

The Wizard of the Wtf?

I met another child today that had never seen The Wizard of Oz.

Really, people? Really? That makes him the third gay I know that has never seen that movie. Between Judy Garland and the oddly homosexual tin-man, I'm surprised at you people.

I think it says something about our generation when we know more lines/songs from Wicked (which I have seen) than this 1939 classic. Get it straight, kids: sometimes gay-culture > pop culture.

Go out, right now, and rent/buy/worship this movie.

Seriously... why the fuck are you still reading this post. Get off your asses and go to the video store. *face-to-desk*





Random bit of trivia: For those good-gays that have seen it already and don't need to go buy a copy of the movie, did you know that the horses in Emerald City palace were painted with Jell-O powder? They had to shoot the scenes quickly before the color got licked off.

Other bits of trivia: "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" was almost cut from the movie, even though it's an unofficial gay national anthem today. And the dog, Toto, was paid nearly twice as much as the munchkin actors.

More here: Read and be enriched.

Priscilla, Dancing Queen of the Dessert

A friend told me to watch Priscilla, Queen of the Damned the other day. I want to start looking around for it; I'm not sure how common it is.

I'm not optimistic - yesterday, the Boy and I went looking for To Wong Foo, which is a godly drag queen movie. It's a shame I couldn't find it... we looked all over Boston (read as: "in at least two stores").

If I find it and watch it, I'm sure I'll end up writing about it. If I don't, however, send me hate mail to remind me. I am a forgetful boy.

1776 ways... not to spend your evening

NO! -- At one point in your life, you will have the opportunity to see the film, 1776, a movie musical about the writing of the Declaration of Independence. Pass it by.

It's Schoolhouse Rock's version... without the cartoons, fun, or information. The film/musical is actually quite enjoyable, but it is simply too long and too distracted.

My suggestion... try 1776, the BOOK, which is much better. In fact, it's awesome. Avoid the film like the plague.

Audrey's got a funny face

Beginner gay -- Funny Face is a very excellent and fairly well-known Audrey film that... everyone forgets about.

It's not as fresh as Roman Holiday, not as quirky as Breakfast at Tiffany's, or as zany as My Fair Lady, but it is simply amazing. The colors, the songs, the dancing - it's wonderful. Audrey plays opposite of Fred Astaire, and they are great.

If you don't like musicals, dancing, colors, and fabulous fashions... then you are probably not gay. Otherwise, add this to your Netflix or shopping list immediately, kids. It's a wonderful movie for the beginner-gay.