Archive for October, 2010

Feature article: “Getting to the Bottom of It”

October 1, 2010


Gay.com Daily today posted my article on bottom shame, which begins:

Bottoming is theoretically one of the prime joys of a gay man’s sex life. And it’s true that for some it’s the center of their erotic universe. To them, anal sex is the epitome of “going all the way,” the top prize when it comes to intimate companionship. In reality, though, anyone honestly investigating the relationship between men and their bums will quickly discover that, in Facebook parlance, “it’s complicated.”

To read the entire article, go here.

Playlist: iPod shuffle, 10/1/2010

October 1, 2010

“Ringa Ringa,” AR Rahman & others (Slumdog Millionaire OS)
“The Thrill Is Gone,” Sarah Vaughan

“Cupid & Orlando,” Aromabar
“Change (Radio Mix),” NuSpurit Helsinki
“Colonial Mentality,” Yerba Buena! & Lenine
“Lazy Days,” Home Cookin’
“Tainted Love,” Straight No Chaser
“O Katrina!,” the Black Lips
“Jedidiah 1777,” Eliza Gilkyson
“It’s Magic,” Doris Day
“Go Long,” Joanna Newsom
“Low Rising,” the Swell Season
“Another Saturday,” Stuart Murdoch
“I Only Have Eyes for You,” the Flamingos
“Poet,” Cassandra Wilson
“Heart (7th Heaven Club Mix),” Alan Connor
“Totally Fucked,Spring Awakening OC
“Dory,” Grizzly Bear
“The Magdalene Laundries,” Emmylou Harris
“I’ll Be There,” Jackson 5
“If I Die Young,” the Band Perry
“Love Throws a Line,” Patty Griffin
“Introduction to Romeo,” Craig Armstrong (Romeo + Juliet OS)
“Mother’s Spiritual,” Judy Kuhn

Quote of the day: NATURE

October 1, 2010

NATURE

Outside the youth center, between the liquor store
and the police station,
a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;

overflowing with blossomfoam,
like a sudsy mug of beer;
like a bride ripping off her clothes,

dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,

so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.
It’s been doing that all week:
making beauty,
and throwing it away,
and making more.

— Tony Hoagland, “A Color of the Sky”

NATURE

Outside the youth center, between the liquor store

and the police station,

a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;

overflowing with blossomfoam,

like a sudsy mug of beer;

like a bride ripping off her clothes,

dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,

so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.

It’s been doing that all week:

making beauty,

and throwing it away,

and making more.

— Tony Hoagland, “A Color of the Sky”