Insomnia Loneliness and The Cat on a Hot Tin Roof; c'est moi

Just to share, the kind of song that keeps playing in my head, over and over till I tire thinking thoughts about HIM: Encore! Y'all must probably think I have left my marbles at home and you know what? I am getting there for sure for all I have for companionship these days is lonely. So as antidote to my misery in Life I trust. Trust is a faith that what has not already happened so far will happen. Trust is trusting there must be some inexplicable energy out there generating this excitement; this stirring in my ventricles-my ears turning a Crimson RED each time I feast my eyes on an attractive Y. As the Osho has said trust means trusting that where so much beauty is possible, the source of such macho beauty must also exist. To paraphrase the Osho it means accepting the omniscence of the source (Internet in the present case) from which you receive these subtle hints.

Feel the Osho inside of me swell. Thank God for youtube and Google Images and thank God for little mercies!

'The Coming Out' for Dummies

The act of coming out does not involve complex calisthenics and yet is one of the toughest floor exercises to execute on a par with breaking the news of
loss of a dear one or confessing to rape. Why should it be? Is there no fundamental way of de-mystifying the whole coming out process? And what is the received thinking on when is the best time to come out? Come out and then go find someone or find someone first and then come out.

In the short presentation below, Cedric helps Laurent supporting him fight his "Battle Royale" with his coming out gremlins. Surely, how difficult can it be? You enjoy now.




As for the second video, there's nothing left for me to say. Without further ado, will let the video do all the talking for me.

Before I close allow me to pop THE question:
Who would you turn Gay for? Both men and women can respond. And remember, we're only having a laugh here!

Brokeback Hyundai

Since not everything makes complete sense in a black and white world it's important to stand by your man and show the world you Love Him.



It is my view men and women are not meant to live together. After all they are two totally different animals. I forget who it was that said it but what it does it matter when we know it is the gospel truth?!
Now you understand why I wouldn't be caught dead driving in a Hyundai. Give me my peach colored Beetle VW anyday; thank you very much :)

Deep Reverie with Des'ree

Everytime I listen to this song I get the goosebumps.
This is a dedication - a shout out going to thousands of latchkey kids, singles (mind it not those with shingles) and lonelies in my town. Equally, the song can be inspiring for people in different contexts: runaway maids, indentured labor, Gulf widows, the residentially challenged, people whose jobs are Bangalored and lovers (gay or otherwise) who must elope. But most of all, it is a wake up call to all those out there with a limited capacity for happiness or those who are plain lacking in their ability to get intimate. And boy, is there a growing tribe of that !



Happy St Patty's day, folks! Did any of you get bitten by the leprechaun today?

Reading in- between the Lines.........is what Sexuality is all about

c'est Absolut crap at its best, absolutement! Gee, I don't know about you but I always get high on a Gay sense of humor and this ain't just no rumour.


How do you like yours - neat, eh?? I like to have mine with 7-Up and a slice of lemon. Sunday evenings are about menage-a-trio at home: me, Absolut Vanilla and 7-Up.
Mashalla!

Music with its Heart in the Right Place

I Hart the Hare Krsna symphony.
If there's one melody to keep you going when you are low
or plain bored to death of life this is it.
It's divine it's delirious it's detoxifying. I consider it therapeutic.
Have a listen in to my kind of music.


Merci, Le Garcon!

Saving IT (all) for HIM

Quit playing games with my heart is what I wish to fart out loud to him. Ideating is stranger and grander than is actuating; actually. Plus there’s no strings attached.Thank God for augmented reality apps! Touche.
Don’t have a cat in hell’s chance of ever hitting it off with “THE” bloke (let alone him- the one I have a craving for, in mass transit). So I remain much kicked about fantasising my relationship with him in my mind’s youtube. It breaks my heart to crush ma and pa’s desire as it is. But I have to continue to live a lie (as much for their sake as mine)for the remainder of my life. It’s no use blaming it on a ultra-conservative family background and/or nurture. Have decided to get a move on, and that’s that.
I am beginning to like it now – my new station in life, that is. There’s all the fun and excitement in this microcosm of mine populated by my La-la land fantasies about him and me, without any committments period and absent the pain of separation and falling out that can potentially come with being in a realtime relationship. Have long since jettisoned the thought I am so lonesome I could die, which is a good start, I know.
It’s important to deliberately cultivate the trivial sometimes and to also find joy in the ordinary, as I am finding out now. Once I can fully conquer that is when I am all sorted; or so I like telling myself that. Of course, there’s always the worry of dying old and lonely like a bugger off the street but some things can’t be changed. What’s coming to me will come to me, sooner or later. But that’s not reason enough to spoil it for "the here-and-now". Besides, straight marriage is a cul de sac for me:no use pretending to love someone as their lawfully wedded husband when the mind clearly, is thinking thoughts about the 09.33 dude in mass transit. Someday, I tell myself this too shall pass: my fear of dying and being alone and maybe just maybe finding that someone special (GUY) but I can imagine it’s going to take a lowering of the bar several notches; for that to happen.
Just as there’s bound to be a blemish residing quietly somewhere in a supermodel’s figure so it is that I can’t have it all! I have long since made my peace with it. My only prayer goes out to Mother Kali to make my mum and dad stronger for me and accept me for who I am, and for my 09.33 mass transit eye candy to make a regular appearance. It just kick starts my mornings unlike any other brew I have known. This is my only submission.