A fairly effective film about the early days of AIDS from its discovery through the political machinations of its progress through the 1980s.
A story every young gay man and woman should know.
Grief teaches us lessons in compassionate love. What we perceive as an unendurable trial later reveals itself as a mighty tool to assist someone else who needs help.
In times of grief take strength that upon its survival you will become more powerful than you can possibly imagine.
"Don’t commit suicide because that’s what they want – If you commit suicide, they win. Choose life if only to spite them and p*** them off."
~Genesis P Orridge of the influential band Throbbing Gristle.
Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free--
The herds are shut in byre and hut,
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tush and claw.
Oh, hear the call!--Good hunting all
That keep the Jungle Law!
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Mowgli's Brothers
by Rudyard Kipling
For me, story research on the Internet often invokes whisperings and promptings from those in spirit. This sweet soul led me to his story. His final wish was that his story be told so that others could avoid his fate by stopping the cruel torment of bullies.
I encourage you to explore the world of Brandon Bitner, a beautiful child who fled from this world to escape his tormentors. Share his story if you are so inclined. He will love that you would do this for him and his memory.
http://w
A fine read and bit of instruction for anyone in need of addressing one's own lack of civility or in imparting such civility upon one's distinguished characters from their tales. This book is the standard of every man who wished to comport themselves as a gentleman of distinction in English High Society.
The Gentlemen's Book of Etiquette, and Manual of Politeness:
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/39293/39293-h/39293-h.htm
Upon doing some research for my next story I came across this article. I had no idea that it was this bad for men who have been raped.
Some dark places in this world are unbelievable barbaric!
http://www.theguardian.com/society/2011/jul/17/the-rape-of-men
O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy pow'r
Dost hold time’s fickle glass, his sickle hour,
Who hast by waning grown, and therein show’st
Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self grow’st—
If nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose: that her skill
May time disgrace, and wretched minute kill.
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her pleasure;
She may detain, bu
I found this article entertaining:
http://www.theguardian.com/science/brain-flapping/2015/jun/29/same-sex-marriage-ruin-civilisation-science
It contains British Humour so I hope none of you are offended or confused by it.
The Boy asks: "What's in the future?"
The Master turns, points to a mirror hanging on the wall and bids the Boy to look, and answers: "Mirror, Mirror on the wall."
A big congratulations to my cousins on the Emerald Isle.
The Irish people now have a freedom many gay people still do not have here in the United States.
It may serve as a major indicator of the great change in our lives as gay men and women that we are on the verge of experiencing. Near universal acceptance in the Western World.
You must understand how deeply rooted in the Catholic Culture Ireland is. Of all the nations in Europe, and most certainly in Western Europe, it has been th
ON A DEAD CHILD by Richard Barham Middleton
Man proposes, God in His time disposes,
And so I wander'd up to where you lay,
A little rose among the little roses,
And no more dead than they.
It seemed your childish feet were tired of straying,
You did not greet me from your flower-strewn bed,
Yet still I knew that you were only playing --
Playing at being dead.
I might have thought that you were really sleeping,
So quiet lay your eyelids to the sky,
So still your hair, b
Time is an illusion that we cast by the frailty of our organic machine-bodies. But the mind and the soul are not finite. They persist.
Time is an illusion we cast for ourselves in a world of clocks and watches to meter out the days of our lives. But the foundations of creation do not speak to time. The universe lives and breaths in a never ending cycle of creation, reformation, and recreation.
The universe speaks of change, not death. What was once one thing gives way to the same thing i
