An Ode to Yeast

Yeast is a pleasure,
Meant to be treasured.
Thought to be measured in days.

But I've got a feeling,
That you will be reeling,
In an itchy, so twitchy, crotch craze.

Now I've heard it said
That you're better off dead
That you'll scratch it red, so the wise say.

It's like cottage cheese,
but it's more a disease,
That you'll wish you could freeze whilst you play.

It's like making a snack,
In your soft dewy crack,
A sweet sweetly packed for your lover's dismay.

But keep your head high,
Just away from your thighs,
And it may up and dry as you pray.

Jack's new favorite song... now forever linked in his zippy memory to Atlanta.





Mushaboom by Feist

Off to Europe

Hello kiddos. I am off on Sunday to London, Paris, Amsterdam, and Berlin for two weeks. I will let you know how it all goes (I am expecting some fun times). Good luck to Aaron and the Jbro's this weekend! My fingers and toes and legs and well you get the picture, are all crossed. Hugs and Kisses to each of you!

Why I Love the Fair

I went to the Ohio State Fair Sunday, by myself. I've tried to go every year that I can remember since moving my adultish self to Columbus. The day was hot, the people, not-so-much, but, as I choked down some Sweet Potato Fries and peanut butter fudge (at the same time), I reflected on why I love it so much. I have a very set itinerary when I go: visit the butter cow and butter object d'art created that year (ice cream is optional), marvel at the goooooood junk market (aka "antiques"), soak in the "as seen on TV" vendors, ponder the fine arts exhibition (which is almost always, truly, remarkable... some mighty fine paintings and sculptures. For realz), eaves-drop (in horror) on the pro-life booth, look at the crazy chickens, avoid the "birthing" tent, and watch the humanity of midWestern Americans.

This years butter d'art, for some inexplicable reason, was a huge chunk of swiss cheese with, of all things, a cherub floating precariously on the side (see photo). Did anyone involved in its creation think of how odd it is to create a hunk of cheese out of butter? I couldn't have come up with such a dairlicious idea if I were tripping on peyote. And why the cherub? Ah, the inponderables...

Next, the fascination of the Phylis Diller chickens.

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What are we humans doing? Why? Why little chicken? Why is your 'hair' done up in such a elegant fashion? Your surroundings belie your beauty. I've always wanted to set one free, but I can't help but think it wouldn't make it out in the harshness of the Columbus inner city streets. Would the tougher street chickens pimp it out? Would I find it a year later with bright red lipstick smeared across its beak, feathers blighted by undescrible acts of survival?


It's not for me to know, I guess. And, maybe that's what makes the fair so appealling to me. I don't get almost anything there: why such bad food, why am I compelled to eat it, who are all these people who are so different but so much the same, why a butter cow, why a butter cheese wedge?

As I plodded off back home (stomach flipping with lemon shake ups, fudge and grease), why did it comfort me to know that the fair would be back next year, even though, in all likelihood, I would not?

Repeat after me.

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baaaaaaaaaa

Nola

I'm in New Orleans for a conference this week and just came back from a tour of the effects of Katrina on the city. And I want to just say that we all need to stop and appreciate just how lucky we are to be safe and alive with all of our families and neighbors and homes still intact. I was absolutely heartbroken by the extent of devastation here, and the slow, hard, emotional journey to recovery.

I would really like to plan volunteer trip to come help out.
Our government support here is an embarrassment.
I'm thinking maybe New Years in NOLA?

I miss everyone right now.
So sad.

Roll Call In Sodom

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Originally uploaded by Miss Magnolia Thunderpussy

This is my new book dedicated to all the lovely couples I know. The cover artist only had a few references for Jack and Aaron (top) and Liv and Julie (bottom), but I think she did a lovely job of capturing their likenesses. Look for it on a bookshelf near you!

Our grand entrance.

Finally, a picture from our big day.

I wish I could embed the Mission Impossible theme in this post without breaking copywrite law.

Grr.


PS Look at our shiny new shoes!

Giggles to go big...

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Originally uploaded by Circeson

or at least one of 'em.. My heart grew three sizes today when I learnt that our hairy idol was a flying across America next week. Wiener's gots to get him some new sequins!

over the moon

Here's a card I made for Scootking with pics from our trip to Maine.
You gaywads got some seriously happy girlfriends in your midst.
I mean it.

Click this photo to see 'er big.