Another gay politician

It would seem as if Rep. Mark Foley from Florida has found himself in a bit of a pickle.

Growing up in South Florida, I remember hearing rumors about Mr. Foley's sexuality for years. He has refused numerous times to come clean and admit what many of us already know. Namely that he is a gay man.

I fully support and understand the need for public figures to have privates lives. I can't even imagine how disconcerting it must feel to have your entire personal life examined in the public eye. However I take serious issue with politicians and celebrities who hide their homosexuality. It does a great disservice to the gay community when someone like Mark Foley refuses to come out of the closet. We as gay people have been fighting for years to teach the people in this country that being gay is not something to be ashamed of. While I don't support the idea of public "outing", I think by the time you get as old as Mr. Foley, you should have the balls to admit to yourself and everyone else that you like boys. But instead, Mr. Foley decided it was more prudent to send suggestive emails to a 16 year old former male page.

Bravo Mark. You have not only destroyed your political career, but you have proven yourself a fool and an enormous coward. Now that your political life has ended, why don't you take a hint from Former New Jersey Governor Jim McGreevey and admit who you are. You could at least get a book deal out of it.

Have you seen this coward?

Foreign people are funny

If you've ever seen the movie Ghost World, then you'll remember this amusing little tidbit from the beginning of the film. Thora Birch's character Enid is dancing around her bedroom listening to Indian pop music. Scenes of her dancing are interspersed with cuts from this video. It's been years since I've seen that movie, but I remember laughing so much and thinking that the music in this video was just hilarious.

It also looks like the woman is having a seizure.

Enjoy!

Hot Guy Tuesday: Kevin Zegers

This Tuesday's guy is Kevin Zegers. He appeared in last year's hit Transamerica as Felicity Huffman's son who had a nasty habit of having sex with men for money. According to IMBD, he's dating some gal by the name of Marisa Coughlan. I don't know who she is, but I hate her.

An open letter

Dear crazy bitch,

You are either stupid or deaf, or perhaps you are a mixture of the two. In either case, I'm going to repeat myself one more time: YOU WILL GET A FUCKING NEWSPAPER IN THE MORNING JUST LIKE YOU DO EVERY FUCKING MORNING!!!! You do not need to press your call light every 15 minutes asking me to not forget your paper. Every patient in the damn hospital receives a paper; you are no different.

I would also like to take this opportunity to address your repeated requests for an enema. I realize you believe you are horribly constipated. However, it may come as a surprise to you but not having taken a shit for two days does not qualify as "impacted". I have seen people who haven't taken a dump for two fucking weeks! Your two days does not worry me enough to call the doctor for an enema. Take your stool softner and prune juice and shut the fuck up.

Hugs and kisses,
Todd

p.s. Telling me over and over that you're sorry for calling repeatedly does not make it better.

p.p.s. Yes, as a matter of fact I do hate you.

The true meaning of fall

Here in Portland it's easy to tell when fall is coming. The days start getting noticeably shorter. The temperature starts to drop. The rains return. I started noticing changes about a month ago. My suspicions that autumn was upon us were confirmed yesterday when I read in The Oregonian that the autumnal equinox occurs this Saturday, September 23 at 12:03am.

While part of me is sad that summer is almost over, there is another part that is looking forward to the fall and winter months. I'm not really looking forward to the neverending rain storms that characterize winter here in the Pacific Northwest, I do however look forward to the cooler temperatures and all that means. Namely, a new fall wardrobe.

I better get shopping.

Hot Guy Tuesday: Chris Evans

Because I'm a silly little fag, I decided to post some pictures of a half naked man and call it "Hot Guy Tuesday". My first guy is Chris Evans. He was in The Fantastic Four, but that isn't why I like him. I think he's a total hottie and I want to sex him up porno style. Enjoy!

To sleep, perchance to dream...

Working nights for the last year, I have gotten rather used to spending most days in a perpetual state of "not-having-had-enough-sleep". This last week it has been particularly bad. What with my grandmothers death and waking up at 3am to catch flights into and out of Connecticut, I have been lucky to get about five hours of rest each night.

Last night I decided that it was time to take control of the situation. I took a Unisom (nothing more than Benadryl in wolf's clothing) and passed the fuck out. I woke up this morning, approximately 10 hours after getting into bed feeling incredibly refreshed. For the first time in about a week my head actually feels clear and I'm not walking around with that "fuzzy brain" feeling. While I don't usually like taking drugs to help me sleep, I think that it was a good idea this time.

So how am I going to spend this wonderful day after having had such a restful sleep? I'm going to spend it doing several loads of laundry. I suppose I could have had a "fuzzy brain" for doing that.

Channeling Julia

I recently finished reading Julie & Julia: My Year of Cooking Dangerously. It's the true story of this gal Julie who decides to cook every recipe in Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking over the period of one year. Needless to say she botches a few recipes, kills several lobsters, and discovers that aspic is a dish best left to the French.

I was so inspired after reading it that I decided to go out and get myself a copy of Julia's famous cookbook. While I have no aspiration of cooking every single recipe, I thought it would be fun to whip up some french food. I made my first dish tonight, which also happens to be the very first recipe in the book: Potage parmentier (Leek and potato soup). It was quite yummy and very easy to make.

1 lb peeled potatoes, diced (I used yukon gold)
1 lb thinly sliced leeks
2 quarts of water
1 tb salt
6 tb whipping cream
minced chives or parsley

• Simmer the vegetables, water, and salt for 40-50 minutes or until the vegetables are tender.
• Pass the vegetables through a food mill and season (Side note: Julia says that using a food processor or blender for this step is "un-French". Well the food mill I purchased specifically for making this soup didn't fucking work at all. I used my food processor and it worked great. Just call me un-French.)
• Off the heat and just before serving, stir in the cream by spoonfuls. Pour into bowls and garnish with herbs.

Bon appetit!

Things my Grandmother taught me

- Take lots of photos.

- When having 20 people for Christmas dinner, a buffet might seem like a good idea but more memories are made when you squeeze everyone around a table.

- Buy a can of mushrooms that you never intend to use and keep it in your cabinet for the rest of your life. This way when your family finds it after you're gone, it will give them something to laugh about after your funeral.

- If there is something you really want a certain person to have, give it to them before you die.

- No problem is so big that it can't be made better with a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk.

-Learn how to cook.

- Throw cocktail parties and be able to mix a good manhattan.

- Have your friends over for lunch.

- Love your family and friends with all your heart and tell them often. You never know when you'll see them again.

Dick on the web

Aaron and I were out at dinner one evening when I noticed two guys walk into the restaurant who looked vaguely familiar.

"I've seen them having sex in a video online," I said.

It was true. I had indeed seen them fucking for the entire world to see. For a moment I had the urge to walk up to them and play like a crazy fan boy and exclaim "Oh my god! I just loved that moment where your legs were in the air and you were getting plowed. I mean the look on your face!" Of course I didn't do that.

I will admit that like many gay men, I am in possession of some cock shots of my own. And I will also admit that I have shared them from time to time with folks online. I suppose some people would think that odd or perverse. Frankly I don't really see the harm since (a) they are of my dick only and (b) I don't really see how anyone would ever make the connection between a picture of my dick and me.

What always amazes me are guys like the couple in the restaurant who post full videos and photos of themselves. I mean, what if their mother sees them? Or someone from their job? Aren't they concerned about the possible ramifications?

Of course, I suppose their mother probably isn't perusing the videos at DudesNude, but isn't it possible that someone they know could find the photos and send them out across cyberspace? They could end up in their mother's inbox at any moment. Imagine dear old mom's face when she opens her email and sees her son being rammed up the ass while wearing a dog collar!

Perhaps I'm just being paranoid, but I think I'll keep my cock shots faceless for now. At least until I know my mother is no longer going online.

The gayest band on earth

Just when I didn't think it was possible for the Scissor Sisters to get any gayer, it has happened. Their new video could very well be the gayest thing to ever be recorded that doesn't include anal penetration.

Enjoy!

What's a Vermicious Knid?

No one has asked, but I thought I might as well address it anyway.

As defined at Wikipedia, vermicious knids are "a species of amorphous, shape-shifting monsters which invade the Space Hotel USA in Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator, the sequel to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."

So why the hell did I decide to name my blog after these fictional creatures?

I wish I could say that I had some sort of deep, meaningful reason but the truth is I just sort of picked it. I had watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory a few days before setting this site up and it was just on my mind. There is a moment in the movie where Willy Wonka is talking about the Oompa Loompas and how they were always getting eaten by the vermicious knids. I thought it was a funny, so hence the name.

September 9, 2006

Aaron and I saw Wicked last night at Keller Auditorium. You have to understand that I have become quite jaded when it comes to Broadway musicals. Considering the last two shows I saw were Cats and Mamma Mia (two colossal pieces of shit), I didn't hold out much hope for Wicked.

I am happy to announce that both Aaron and I loved Wicked.

The majority of the songs were great (my favorite being Defying Gravity), the sets and costumes were beautiful, and the two female leads were simply amazing. It should be noted the Shoshana Bean who played Elphaba is a Beaverton native, so she was greeted with thunderous applause the minute she walked onto stage. You can visit her website here. Don't let the J-Lo pose fool you; the girl can sing!

So if you haven't seen Wicked and some day have the chance, I highly recommend you check it out. Frankly I was just happy it didn't include any dancing cats or ABBA songs.

An open letter

Dear stroller pushing parents at Art in the Pearl,

Do you really need a stroller that's the size of a Greyhound bus? Do you really need an entire weeks worth of diaper changes and 20 different toys to amuse your darling 18 month old? That man right behind you managed to fit everything into a backpack and strapped his baby to the front, yet you feel it necessary to push your way through a dense crowd with your Hummer of a baby stroller.

Oh by the way, that was my ankle you ran into.

Hugs and kisses,
Todd