How Does Gay Sound?

I over heard a conversation yesterday that I just had to chime in on. It went something like this...

"I think he may be gay." Girl 1
"Me too, he sounds gay." Girl 2

Sounds gay? I had to know, so I asked. "What does gay sound like?, I'm gay do I sound gay?"

"No, you don't sound gay." Girl 1
"I didn't mean to offend by that, it's just that he is gay sounding when he talks." Girl 2

"I'm not offended, I just want to know what gay or gay sounding, sounds like." Me

"You know, effeminate sounding." Girl 2

"Not every guy that sounds effeminate is gay. I know plenty of men that sound effeminate that or definitely not gay, and I know plenty women that sound masculine that are also not gay" Me

The conversation continued, and finally the girls agreed that they should have used the word effeminate, but my other question that I didn't bother asking was, why are they making speculations regarding this certain man's sexuality and what does it matter? That the real question.

So be careful when you are talking, you just might sound gay....

A Handbook?

I've decided that I am going to write a handbook. Not a handy man's book, but a handbook. A Handbook for men on bathroom etiquette.

I work in an office of about 125 employees. Most of which are women. We have only 14 men employed at our office. Our bathroom has two stalls and two urinals for the purpose of relieving ourselves. Shouldn't be a problem, right? WRONG!

When I went into the men's room earlier today to take care of my personal business, I was appalled at the mess in the bathroom. It looked like a group of fifth graders had just had a potty break. There were little pieces of toilet tissue scattered throughout the bathroom. When I opened the stall to do what I needed to do (after cleaning a little mind you, the bathroom that is, not me) Someone had forgotten to FLUSH. So remnants of what was evacuated from their bowels was still floating...

So I went to the other stall. The toilet seat was broken, so back to the dirty stall. By this time, my own bowels were in somewhat of an uproar. I flushed the previous owners...well you get the idea, cleaned off the seat as best I could, put down the nice toilet seat cover and quickly did my business. Now mind you the toilet tissue had been removed from the roller and was sitting on the floor next to a magazine the previous user had left behind, the page turned back as to not lose their place. Then suddenly someone arrived in the bathroom. Went into the stall with the broken seat and began taking care of their personal business. Suddenly the entire room was full of a toxic odor. NO COURTESY FLUSH??!! Come on guy! I quickly removed myself (after cleaning myself appropriately mind you) and went to the sink to wash my hands. As I stood there I heard this strange sound to my left... next to the wall. When I turned to look I was sprayed directly in the eye with the automatic fragrance dispenser. Why do they hang those at eye level anyway?

Yes, I then had to flush out my eye in the sink with cold water, as quickly as I could, and get back to work.

Needless to say I was traumatised for the remainder of the morning.

So yes, I think there needs to be a handbook. You'd think adult, college educated men would know how to take of their business appropriately...But then again I am the only gay man at my office, so I don't know what I was expecting...

This is NOT Fan Fiction!

I am sure this young gay london man was absolutely beside himself when Enrique Iglesis sang "I Can Be Your Hero." The event took place during a concert earlier this month at London's famous G-A-Y venue. Enrique is either VERY secure in his own sexuality, or... he likes rather young twinks.

Pending Vacations

With my vacation right around the corner, DJ and I have been looking for a new tent. Yes, we are going camping again this year for vacation. It is something we both enjoy, and it is so relaxing to get away from the hustle and bustle of work, traffic, family and cell phones. We are set to head out into the great wilderness in less than 14 days.

Speaking of vacations, my best friend Silver and his son are on the last day of their Disney extravaganza vacation and will be home tomorrow. They had a Cruise and Disneyland. Now that for me would be fun, but I don't see where I would be able to relax. Silver and his son love it, I think this is like their third year.

Next year I would like to take a trip to D.C. DJ is like, "No thanks" but I would love to visit the White House, Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial and most of all the Smithsonian. I'm sure we could find something there he would like. Isn't the Star Trek Museum in Washington D. C. ???

Father's Day 2007

Last year on Father's day I was celebrating the birth of my first grandson, Rylan Justice. Yesteray we had a 1st birthday party for the little guy. Hard to believe that a year has already passed.

Office Space

Office Space is one of my favorite movies. Yes, it is a bad movie, with really bad actors (including Jennifer Aniston) and really stupid lines, and just plain, well stupid. But I love it. Mainly due to the fact that many of the things that is portrayed in this movie I have actually seen at a former employer! She even came around to every desk each morning with her cup of coffee and say "Good morning, how's it going, you having a good morning?" She probably didn't know half of the people's names, and her real reason was to see if they were at their desk working.

Today, for some inane reason we began quoting dialogue from Office Space. By noon we are all pretty slap happy. I am sure that there will be something said about our behaviour today, but hey it was Friday and it beats being depressed or bored with our jobs, or worse, not getting along with our co-workers. But the bottom fell out of the day when a real office space event took place and someone (I'll not mention names or gender) expended gas at the expense of all of us. When another cubicle mate decided to try and help the situation and sprayed some really cheap strawberry cologne things went from bad to worse.

All in all though it made for a great Friday. But if someone would have just walked by our area they would have though that they had just walked into an Office Space Twilight Zone!

By the way, excuse me, but uh, I think you have my stapler...

Another Birthday

Just a quick note to celebrate the most important woman in my life.

Mom...

Happy 69th, I love ya!

Christmas in June

Downtown Cincinnati is where I used to call home. DJ and I lived right in the heart of the city for over a year. It was convienent as I could walk to work, as did he and the bars and clubs were right across the street.



Now that I am again working downtown, I kind of miss the convenience, and there are a few other things I miss. But today on my way to work, I remembered why we moved from downtown and back into the world of suburbia. Walking across the middle of the road, pushing a shopping cart full of green garbage bags was an old woman wearing a tube top, sweat pants, sandals and donning a very large Santa head a top of her head. She was just standing in the middle of the road, watching cars go around her as they blew their horns.



Now there are a few things that I enjoy seeing in a Santa hat...
Needless to say, that old woman in the middle of the road was not one of them!

Sixty is the New Forty!

All of my mother's sisters played a big part in my life. From the time I was a kid they have been there. As they raised their own children, we still maintained close family ties and we met several times over a course of the year for holidays, birthdays, weddings and other family events.

Today, one of my moms' younger sisters turned 60. It just doesn't seem possible the she could be sixty years old! I watched her date as a teenager, get married, have a daughter of her own, divorce, work as a single mom, re-marry, take on her step-daughter as her own, continue to work raising two daughters, become a grandmother, and now still continues to work, while raising a grand-daughter. On May 29 she became a grandmother again for the 4th time.

She continues to laugh, work, love and inspire. Happy Birthday Aunt G!