(Source: hatefulatheist, via xernnn-deactivated20120426)
11.12.11
Why do we desire the unattainable—that which we can never and will never possess?
I both fear and desire this kind of man. For obvious reasons, as a male I want an attractive man for a mate. Fuck, who wouldn’t want that.
But I fear that anyone that beautiful wouldn’t ever want someone like me. I may be remarkable in some ways, but what I have always been afraid of is being replacable. Something hotter, more intereating or smarter will come along—the Anne Baxter to my Bette Davis.
I’ll never have him. So what’s my league?
05.10.11
“Blind faith can justify anything. If a man believes in a different god, or even if he uses a different ritual for worshipping the same god, blind faith can decree that he should die - on the cross, at the stake, skewered on a Crusader’s sword, shot in a Beirut street, or blown up in a bar in Belfast. Memes for blind faith have their own ruthless ways of propagating themselves. This is true of patriotic and political as well as religious blind faith.”
- Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion
25.09.11
The notion that faith in Christ is to be rewarded by an eternity of bliss, while a dependence upon reason, observation, and experience merits everlasting pain, is too absurd for refutation, and can be relieved only by that unhappy mixture of insanity and ignorance called ‘faith’.
Robert Ingersoll
25.09.11
We should not seek immortality in reproduction.
But if you contribute to the world’s culture, if you have a good idea, compose a tune, invent a sparking plug, write a poem, it may live on, intact, long after your genes have dissolved in the common pool. Socrates may or may not have a gene or two alive in the world today, as G.C. Williams has remarked, but who cares? The meme-complexes of Socrates, Leonardo, Copernicus and Marconi are still going strong.
Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion
25.09.11
Apostacy
One reason why I don’t go to church: I used to fuck (and be fucked by) one of the pastors.
16.09.11
Cela est bien dit,” répondit Candide, “mais il faut cultiver notre jardin.
Candide, Chapitre XXX, Conclusion
07.09.11
Instead of showering anti-gay bigots with glitter, I’d like to suggest confetti for a more… convivial atmosphere.
All I associate glitter with is school craft projects and having to clean it up for weeks afterwards as a custodian. Not a fabulous thought, mind you.
04.09.11
Facing an interesting dilemma:
I’ve been talking to a guy I met online for a few weeks now, and we finally met up last night and hung out for a bit, and seemed to hit it off pretty well. He drove me back to where my car was parked since we’d taken his car to another location a few blocks away, and we made out for a bit. We’ve been texting back and forth all day today, and have plans to meet up Wednesday night for dinner and Moulin Rouge. (Ha, how much more gay can you get!?)
But then he drops the bombshell on me tonight that he’s HIV positive. Now, I consider myself a pretty well-educated person when it comes to things like this. I know the usual transmission methods and the precautions you can take against infection. And I do like him, and still like him after he told me. In fact, I admire him for having told me. That was a brave thing to do, and I know he’s been rejected for it. He said he doesn’t tell guys unless he wants to continue and feels the other person does too, so that at least shows he cares about me.
My immediate reaction was, “Shit.” It seems whenever I like a guy, there’s some catch: they’re either crazy, or moving, or disappear, or have issues—or they’re HIV positive (though this is the first time that’s come up). I started thinking through all the options. Obviously this has implications for any future sexual activity, and if we do decide to take things that far we’ll definitely be using protection (i.e., always, always using non-latex condoms, water- and never oil-based lubes, checking his viral count, getting tested regularly, etc). But even that’s not 100% fail-proof; and even though HIV isn’t necessarily a death sentence like it used to be, wot with new advances in drug therapy, it’s still not a disease you want to contract.
So I’m in a bit of a bind. I like him, but given that we just met I’m unsure of what to do here. I want to spend more time with him and hold off on the sex until we’re more sure of our mutual interest and this working out.
In the meantime, has anyone else had experience with this? Advice?
18.05.11
This goes out to idiot boy who stomped my heart…
04.04.11
Sign fail at a gas station by my work. It’s not quite as blatant as names like Kum ‘N Go, but still pretty awesome.
04.04.11
