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BWAHAHAHA! So you're the one who wrote this. I've read this from nifty I think and I wanted more stories like these but couldn't find more. Thank God you posted it here. Haha.

Happy Birthday Kitt.

Haha. The article reported that they have a thriving gay community. The irony of these countries.

"Patrick 1.5" One of those movies that I'd probably see myself in a couple years time: adoption. It was a funny and heartwarming movie and because I have a thing for swedes and their accent. Wow, that made sense. Haha. "Shelter" Because there are two hot guys. Two hot guys. And two hot guys. The movie soundtrack was AMAZING, and the sex-scenes (which looked more like bed-scenes) were so beautiful because you could actually feel that the characters were in love. It's not tacky like some gay films out there, because it was romantic and heartwarming (my heart was seriously melting when they were talking in the bed after the deed was done). You wouldn't want to sleep with anyone of the two leads, but instead you would have wet dreams just to have what they have. "My Beautiful Laundrette" I only watched this because Daniel Day Lewis kissing another man or any other man was enough for my emergency dream session. I was surprised to like the movie. "Soldier's Girl" Lee Pace's acting was phenomenal and the storyline was good, considering its genre. And did I mention Lee Pace wearing a halter top with full-blown make-up on. If I'd have a boyfriend who's a drag performer then please oh please, I'd want it to be Lee Pace. That man sure look beautiful as a woman and hot as dayumn as a man. I'd have my picking either way.

I'd probably kill Jane Austen because my ex's name is Darcy and probably rewrite Pride and Prejudice to have Mr. Darcy and Mr. Jake (referring to me) to have a happily ever after story. I'd probably change Mr Darcy's personality trait of being a self-centered twit and change my personality for being a dickhead. But in all seriousness, I'd go back in time to tell my college self not to sleep with Francine, and tell her that she was right all along, that sleeping with her would ruin our friendship and that kahlua and vodka ruins everything, especially mid-term exams, long quizzes, and term papers. I'd also tell myself to befriend my room mate who smelled like swiss cheese because he will transform from an ugly duckling to a beautiful hot mo-fo who collects and flips houses for a hobby. He's dreamy . . . although he now smells like prosciutto and basil since he's now a vegan. Which is great because I have all the meat he will need in his life. I'd also go back in time to have another chance to play with Benny. He was the greatest dog evvaaah. I asked him to play dead and he literally died the next day. I could have asked him to roll over, but he might have rolled over to our gate and probably would have been killed by a passing truck. It was his time, but it's ssssooo NOT, according to my time-machine. Yup. I'mma time travelluh.

I remember a real case my lawyer friend and I had discussed involving a woman in her 50's and some hotshot mobile company. She sued the company for workplace inequality because she stated that she was being mocked and teased and was called "old" or something like that by her co-workers. Her co-workers on the other hand, referred to it as playful banter or they were just joking around with her. To cut it short, she didn't win the lawsuit because the judge stated that she shouldn't have allowed such rudimentary or derogatory comments regarding her age to happen in the first place. So basically, I think . . . basing on this discussion I had with a friend who worked at the HR, you shouldn't allow jokes like that to circle in the office if you're planning on suing them. (Tell me how much is you're payout and I'll charge you $100 for my free judicial advice despite my lack of degree on this matter, HAHA!). But on a lighter note, professional confrontation and proper explanation always works. If you're really close with your office-mates to the point where you're BFF's then it's probably okay, depending on your leeway for what is O-kay. But as you stated, I don't think you're BFF's with your office buddies if you deem one of them as a homophobe, and since none of them knows that you're gay . . . until now. I have one rule in life . . . Unless you're feeding me, you don't have the right to know anything about me. That's why I keep things professional with my department. Because of my age, I have the tendency to call those who are older than me "Sir" or "Ma'am" despite my position (I was raised as a very respectful child by my doting parents). I always feel like I'm talking to my mum or dad whenever I speak to someone in their age range. But if and if . . . they make me feel like they're undermining me all because I'm younger than them, then prepare the wrath of my BFF, the HR Department, or as I'd like to call . . . my backbone. Haha.

Are you accusing me that the only reason why I'm watching this film is because . . . errmmm . . . Fine! I don't have the strength to be defensive right now. Yes! Whatever it is you're thinking. I've always thought that the elder wand was always in Harry's possession. I finally see it doing some engarde leviosa action. I'mma see some levitating.

I've watched the trailer of this film. Pretty interesting plot. I don't really get why they let him wear glasses if he's planning on distancing himself to the harry potter films, wherein all I could see was Harry Potter. However, I will watch this. Because . . . Haha.

No. Not really. Haha. It's my sardonic look and evil eye that speaks of a lower power that generates 'would-be' solicitors to be disinterested upon their cause to titillate my afternoon with elven speak. Fine! I tell them I'm gay and they all back away. If they don't believe me, I speak like Hannibal Lecter from Silence of the Lambs and they seem to get my point. *starts flicking my tongue* (I will eat your liver if you don't get on your car and leave me alone . . . sir.)

I'd have to say I was a shocked to hear about this. I've read some of his books. But the one thing that caught my attention especially in my timeline is when his influence extended to video games and having played his splinter cell series, he will be known to our generation as the man who brought "Sam Fisher" to life. War and espionage genre's were never my thing, until I learned to love it with much candor. And because Sam Fisher is hot . . . I just want to say Sam Fisher is hot.

I tell them I'm a shrink and they seem to back away . . . despite the fact that I'm not.

Same. Took me around 15 minutes though. I was getting dizzy from looking at the screen. This is a sign that I should have been a painter. Coloured doodles are now my thang! Doodles everywhere . . . since it's the only art I could draw.

Haha! Their cavalry are the best though. Their fun to play since they experience an economic depression at around 1730 to1750 if you're on the long campaign and around 1710 to 1715 to the short campaign. It's similar to what happened in history, which is ironically speaking rather too familiar, because their army kinda sucked against the powerful russian at the time, and yet in-game, I dominated russia by 1720. And plus they have the best looking army. *giggles* Physically speaking and outfit-wise (well not really, since prussia has the best uniform). Also, they're the best brood to inspire me to steamroll every country and dominate every nation under my whim. And after that, I'd declare a no-pants day all over Europe to commemorate the festivity that I'm now Emperor of the World and everyone bows down and kneels to me. Kneeling in front of me is a requisite if I might add . . . I am the emperor after all.

But given that point, why would you want to marry your first cousin in the first place. For me, I find it too close for comfort. And even if the percentage of having relations to my blood relative is small to have a birth-defected offspring, in quintessence, the risk is imminent and evident. It's the same as saying that, e.g. just because your grandparents were first cousins and none in your family experienced any ailments, without recognising that you and your siblings are prone to heart attacks and diabetes, doesn't mean that another family with the same situation isn't suffering any severe or worst complications with in-breeding. Overgeneralisation can be a brutal bitch sometimes which leads to death in some cases. I'd imagine that anyone who would want to have any family in the future (gay or straight) wouldn't want their sons or daughters to marry their brothers/sisters/or cousins for that matter if the chances of their grandkids were to suffer from a birth defect associated with such. It's the same as, why play with fire if you know it will burn you. To each their own - yes, it's given - but their are 7 billion people +++ in this planet and you can't find someone other than your brother, sister, mother, father, or cousins to consider as the love of your life? As much as I'm a proponent for free love . . . I just find this too weird. We're not constrained by classes and society anymore than in our victorian counterparts where marrying within the same classes were preferred. No one knew shit then what we know now so why still risk the percentage of having the future of your bloodline contaminated with in-breeding? I don't know but I'm too much of a softie. To think that I would be the sole cause for my great great grandkid to be autistic all because (an example which would never happen in real life cause it's utterly unnerving and puke-inducing thought) I married my sister would break my heart. I just read this in wiki and it made me lol. Just wanted to share this. "For hundreds of years, inbreeding was historically unavoidable in Iceland due to its then tiny and isolated population." That's one hell of a family tree. Haha.

Well I think basing on history, there are some notable people in history who's had sexual relations with their cousins and even to the point of consummating their relationship to marriage, but not really close-kin relations such as brother or sisters or even mother and father (I think there are some people in history but I'm not a fan of remembering names). Society will never propagate such notions of incestuous relations because it goes against our biological nature as men and women to avoid procreation with our own genetic pool. Safe to say, no one wants to imagine having sex with their brothers, sisters, mothers or fathers, let alone acting on their impulses unless their are some rooted issues implied to one's childhood (et al. Freudian, Jungian, Adler school of thought) or the study of one's psyche in being so. I think 3rd cousin relationship are acknowledged by some governments due to the dilution of the genetic coding mapped in the DnA; however, any upper hierarchy to such degree is frowned upon by most of us or any at all. In terms of homosexual relationships applied under the pretext of incest, I perceive that what you're referring to, Sasha, is those in the community who's had experiences probably with their cousins or brothers. But its not indicative that those experiences pertain of a full-blown relationship with their blood relatives that stood through to time into adulthood. I'm not overgeneralising on this fact because some may have that "exact" relationship under private preclusions of secrecy -- of course. Personally speaking, it doesn't really mean that just because I'm gay doesn't imply that I can LITERALLY sleep with whomever I want so and so, which disregards societal structures or kinship. We're past the dark ages and I'd like to think that humans have evolved to knowing fully the effects of in-breeding. It is probably the one taboo that will never be accepted in society no matter how much free-love-kind-of-70's-thinking one may have, unless our genes have found a way to avoid the subliminal effects of our future genetic timeline in avoiding prenatal effects to an unborn child due to inbreeding, then yes . . . let's love everyone in accordance to our own factions of our definitive stance of what is love. And when gay sex is compared to all things unnatural coupled with the fact that one is having an incestuous relationship then it leads to catastrophe beyond measures upon the perceptions of what people perceive to our community. I'd like to think that morality is vague and that there are some boundaries needed to be crossed but incest . . . ermm . . . the thought of it just creep me to the bone. Sure, kissing my second cousin on a dare, which I found to be exhilarating, was fun and all in good nature, and doing that when I was 17 is all too natural with the whole experimentation phase. But pursuing a relationship with him wherein he now has kids and a wife is just bone tingling and mind numbing. Probably it's my upbringing growing up in a devout Catholic family, despite not going to church anymore since I always cried every Sunday into thinking that God hated me. Anyhoo, taboo is all relative. Just like eating ice cream in winter. Hang on, I'm getting dumb again. Sorry for that metaphor. I'm shutting up now.

Remember this. Yeaaahh. People go all crazy at the VMA's. Miley . . . It's the climb! I wish she'd return to her Hanna Montana days.

"Unless you can renormalize your models, or baryons, fermions, and all other states of matter." I laughed so hard at this. I clearly remember reading a line of this in some textbook I read back in college. If only physics was this fun to learn, we'd all be physicists. But it's NOT! It's not.

BWAHAHAHHA! Go yankees!

Apparently, there's this thing when people don't identify with the social structures of getting a job and having that idealistic setting up until their early or late 30's. It's the whole identity crises that sometimes stretches out to the later 20's. Even a guy who's has a decent job may not be determined in having that career in his future. My former partner's best friend was a pot-smoking-jobless-bum who lived out in his parent's house up until he was 31. He wouldn't call himself a smart business type of bloke but all that time bumming around gave him time to do what he wanted -- like smoke weed all day. And then 5 years ago (I think) he started this online shopping site then BAM! 5 years later, he owns 2 houses, 2 condo units, is married and has 2 kids and would be considered settled down. And as for this article. "A beer and the couch wins." >>> THIS! The power of a good comfortable couch and a cold beer can offset any longing to shimmy and shammy your way in a crowd of sweaty people who smell like cheap perfume and the undiluted notion of fornicating that very night.

I would call dating someone to be in the works of becoming a serious relationship, is when he can vocally lecture me about the fact that I spend an hour or two in the shower, without him feeling the need to quiet down because he thinks the need to know me better. That's where the benchmark for comfortability has risen to when we can call out each other on our own bullshit which is basically what every relationship entails -- which is accepting the other person's shortcomings and psychological issues (probably not this one) or plainly speaking . . . when someone accepts your own crap. And if I can say a retort like, "Bugger OFF, I'm listening to Etta James! I'm having my bubble bath. Get out!" or "Leave me alone. I don't bitch to you about your comic book collection. You're a grown man for fuck's sake." That for me is when I'm in a relationship. It's all fun. And I love those moments where you bicker like enemies all because you argued who got to eat the last dumpling at Mrs. Chow Fan's Chinese restaurant, and yet make-out later like rabid bunnies juiced up to propagate the earth. Mmmm . . . Dumplings. So thank you for reminding me that I'm single. :-( I feel so alone. I think I'll have that bubble bath now.

Reminds me of when my friends bake me my birthday cake. That's usually what it would look like . . . looks like shit. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LESHWAR. May you never get a cake like that in real life.

And that is why I don't have that much gay friends. I do have gay friends, but most of them have other lives to ponder on their own rather than meddle in other people's affairs and subjected notions of what is to be gay. The notion of being 'out' makes you freer only comes to an extent of your societal upbringing. If whether your conventional, religious, political, social structures bar you from coming out . . . it is every gay man's right to feel the need to do as such -- in their own time, and in their own ways. Otherwise, we'd be plastering an 'In The Closet' propaganda on every accused homo in the world, which contradicts the very notion of individuality, which every homosexual is fighting at this very moment. I do appreciate songs like this. Because 'Fear' is the heart of love. And such songs eases the burden, somehow, that everything's going to be all right to every teenager or person out there who wishes to end their miseries in the most disorderly manner. And in every society lawful god-fearing closeted homosexual out there who thinks that coming out to the public to proclaim to the world that he is ready for everyone to know that he is gay, there is that fear that everything he imagined to be won't pan out the way songs like these envision gay men in their outings to happen to them. Support is so hard to come by when you know the world is against you. The hardest part is knowing who is really out there to help you, not drag you 10-feet to the ground to where you were in the first place. If one person could be emboldened by songs like these, then bravo to them. I hope they don't expect that it's rainbow coloured ponies and pastries afterwards and then blaming Sara B. for telling them to come out. And then Sara would be like . . . "Guuuurrl! I ain't told you to come out to all your brothers and sister like we are family, I got all my sisters and me. I told you to be brave, not be delusional that everythangs gon'na be alright. Somethings ain't right with you honey. Want a popsickle?"

^ This! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Is it weird that I'm imagining this sentence being spoken by Patrick Stewart.

Nnggggg.... Drools. The perfect would-be batman in his late 40's. I don't get the angle warner's going for while having a film in tandem with superman,who's story just came out. Oh you hollywood! So much slapstick.

. . . Oh Lord. A few years ago he was thought of as a lesbian. And now this! Go back to youtube Justin. GO HOME! I'm warning you. You don't have the badonkadonks to fill in Robin's green briefs.