'GOD' MUST BE REAL PLEASE WITH WESTBORO BAPTIST CHURCH

Westboro Baptist Church, the Kansas-based organization that made its name picketing military funerals to protest the country's policy on gay soldiers, plans to make an appearance at the funeral of "Jackass" stuntman Ryan Dunn.

Why? Apparently the congregation, led by pastor Fred Phelps and his Twitter-happy daughter, was offended by Dunn's most famous "Jackass" stunt: the insertion of a toy car into his rectum. In one of the printable passages from the church's press release about Dunn, they write: 

"This arrogant jackass, famous for his 'vulgar stunts' at which this nation snickered,  died in a car accident in Goshen, PA (one of the most evil states to ever exist) after tweeting a picture of himself & two "friends" drinking - just hours before a 3 AM high-speed crash left him & his passenger dead & in flames. This is no prank! In His wrath, God cut off this young man in the prime of his life, because he made a mock of sin, and taught his fellow man to grievously sin against God!" It goes on:"God will not acquit an arrogant, proud, filth-loving sinner, who spent every ounce of every resource God gave him to pimp grotesque, nasty (and not even slightly funny) sin!"

Okay. Thanks Westboro Baptist. I had SERIOUS reservations posting this story because it just hurt my soul. I can't believe (yes I can) that people would take time out of their day to do something like this. I am not a church goer, but shouldn't the church, I don't know seek ways to make humanity better and do what their 'God' ask of them? 

¿DOES HE LIKE ME (YOU)?

When it comes to dating and relationships, gay men have asked the same question over and over when they meet a guy they like: “does he like me?” No matter his age or status he starts terrorizing friends and associates who are connected to the ‘apple’ of his eye. The minute he asks, “Does he like me?” isn’t he basically giving away his power without even realizing it?

I know it is a natural characteristic for us to take on, but think of it like this, when you get to make a connection with the man you seek to date, would you be yourself if you are caught up with wondering if he likes you? In the world of dating, isn't that the whole point in getting to know someone means you NEED to be yourself? How about instead of pondering this age old gay question you flip the script and ask do you like him? Is he someone you can build a till death do us part life with?

I’ve found that when I stopped worrying whether a guy liked me or not, I started being myself and I end up with many men that liked me. The funny thing is, I didn't like many of them after all. I found they were actually spending time trying to get me to like them instead of just being themselves. I've been on both sides of this situation. And let me tell you, if you give yourself credit, you wouldn’t bother your friends with whether the boy you like likes you or not. After all can the how will I know (shout out to Whitney) of it all really be known?

TWISTED CHRISTIAN LOGIC: EVOLUTION VS. POVERTY

NIRVANA: ¡CELEBRATE LIFE!

There's a wonderful story about a learned man who went to see a Zen master to debate the merits of Zen. The master poured him a cup of tea, and purposely kept pouring so the tea ran over the cup and spilled onto the table. The man was startled and asked the master what he was doing. The Zen master replied, "You are like this cup, too full of your own opinions to receive anything else." Now I'd like to ask everyone reading this blog to empty yourselves of all your opinions, beliefs, fears, hopes, resentments and desires for just one moment. Just let them all go... empty your cup. Good. Some call this emptiness NIRVANA, attained by years of meditation. I would suggest that there's another path to attain this state of emptiness: write 365 blog entries in 365 days produce twenty-four sitcom episodes in thirty-five weeks. Which is the origin of another Zen riddle: if no one sees a blogger celebrate life, is it really a celebration? 

REST IN PEACE Taylor Siluwé

New Jersey-based author Taylor Siluwé died Sunday afternoon at home after losing his battle to lung cancer, friends tell Rod 2.0. Siluwé was only 43-years-old.

Siluwé was the author of several novels of erotica, such as Dancing With The Devil, A Taste for Cherries and Cheesy Porn and Other Fairytales. Siluwé also wrote short stories, essays and blogged about LGBT news, activism and gay life at SGLCafe.com.

Siluwé was diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer in May. Taylor began photo-blogging and essaying about his battle with cancer and the effects of radiation treatment. Siluwé also began taking up gardening as therapy. Siluwé was optimistic about his prognosis and so was I. 

Taylor was one of the first bloggers to support me and it is hard to believe that he is no longer here. Who would have thought that last week when we communicated it would be the last thing he ever said to me. When I saw that he had died via another blogger, I thought this was a mistake because Taylor was going to make a full recovery. As I sit and type this, I am wishing that he would pop up online and say, THE NEWS OF MY DEATH HAS BEEN GREATLY EXAGGERATED! REST IN PEACE TAYLOR & I WILL KEEP YOUR FAMILY AND PARTNER IN MY THOUGHTS.

¿WHAT MAKES A FATHER?

The ideal father is the epitome of a man. That is...

He will demonstrate balance. 

He will be modest and reserved and yet firm and straight forth. 

He will not be arrogant. 

He will show respect for his elders, his superiors in status. 

He will love and honor his mother and his husband/wife and children. 

He will be sober and moderate in all things. He will also enjoy life and be a gracious host to his friends, rather than a miser and spendthrift. 

He will work hard and seek comfort, but not become obsessed with material possessions. 

Above all, he will speak and do Right.

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!

¿WHAT ARE MAN~CANDIES MADE OF?

¿MASCULINITY?

¿ABS?

¿CHEST?

¿ARMS?

¿EYES?

¿LIPS?

¿LEGS?

¿BUTT?

¿D&CK?

¿WHAT MAKES A MAN, MAN~CANDY?