U.S. Senator Trent Lott (Republican - Mississippi):

I want the president to look accross the country and find the best man, woman or minority that he can find

Ahh Mississiphilis…

She’s playing games. I hate games. I hate beating around the bush, I hate these so-called rules that you have to play by, otherwise you’re too eager, too cool, etc.

I guess I should have warned her not to play games. I should have told her that I’m a straight-shooter when it comes to that stuff. I don’t wait the required two days before calling. I’m also not a fan of people who do.

The fact that she’s hot, and interested, and very playful, sort of counter-balances this, but, the clock is ticking. My interest is waning by the minute. 7.6.7.4.7.3.6.9.6.4…

I will wait a little longer, just in case I’m mistaken. Just a little longer.
Her loss.

***update: Not that you really care, but, since I don’t really care either, so I called. Apparently, she had no credit to call. Being a foreigner, and not stupid, I could believe that, on the other hand…

She just might get lucky still.

I’ve seen gay couples that just match. You immediately realize that they were made for each other somehow. I’ve seen gay people kiss more passionately than I thought possible. On the other hand, I’ve never seen god. Now, explain this to me, who do religious people - who worship invisible things, and believe in invisible places - think they are, claiming that homosexuality is abnormal?

One side believes in an invisible force that controls everything, is attention seeking, and sets ridiculous rules that one could only accept centuries or millennia ago, and that, for no particular reasons, apparently toys with, teases and punishes humanity.

The other side, you run across as you go about your life. Real people who live, struggle, work, laugh and cry. But, who happen to think that they fit in better with a partner of the same sex.

Call me Thomas, but I’d rather believe what my eyes see.

A-propos God, I still don’t understand this… if god is all knowing, why did he createSatann, knowing that the dark lord would eventually betray him? Why didn’t he create us perfect? Why did he taunt us with that evil apple, and are we to understand that we are all the result of an incestuous relationship betweenCainn and eve (and possibly any of his siblings…) Or maybe he slept with apes? That would make Darwin smile, I guess, his theory proven, somehow. Incest, or evolution, which is it?

On the subject of homosexuality, I DO have a few qualms with them. A) They’re too loud. You see, I don’t walk in parades proclaiming that I’m straight and proud, they should cut that out. If it’s a normal thing to be, it needs no parades, protests and movements. Normal means you don’t need to make an issue out of it, if you do, it means you just want everyone else to recognize something (that you yourself aren’t so sure of) as normal. Also, I’m totally anti gay marriage. Marriage is a religious thing, and religions have the absolute right to decide who they allow to marry. They should have the same rights as church-married couples, but call it something else. Call it Symbiosis. That’s a cool word, deep, and not attached to this or that religion.

Something just doesn’t add up.

(From QueerArab)

A sad, inspiring and heartwarming clip about a Palestinian hip hop band. Apparently, this is a trailer for a soon-to-be-released documentary … Must see.

View the trailer here(warning: ~12 mb).

I feel like shit. I feel murderous. Don’t ask why, don’t feign sympathy. I don’t want that. The only reason I’m writing it here is because I’ve got absolutely no one to say it to that I can/want to. I need to say it, nevertheless, out where people can hear it. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Jack only postpones the eventual realization of self-loathing. I’m a sad little turd. Asphyxation is ok when there’s no oxygen, otherwise, it’s banal. If you know you can only have three nice evenings. Your choice of when, but only three. Would you ever? Are we moving on a pre-ordained track? What happens if we derail? Have we already derailed? Who the hell’s driving? Screw that. Is the hangover part of the previous night, or just a new day gone down the toilet? I’m trying to think of more smart-sounding stuff to say. I’m fucking pissed.

Ah well. Fuck.

I know two guys. They’re called Blade and Taz. They’re barely acquaintances of mine, we apparently studied together in H. and used to run into each other from time to time. I always had to control myself, and try not to sound to gleeful when we talked, I would always be picturing superheros and cartoon characters. Tasmanian devils, vampire slayers, etc..

Their parents must be the coolest. Or constantly stoned.

Or just slow, like Nicolas Cage. He called his son Kal-el (Superman’s name on Krypton).

Apparently, hollywood is to blame for the rise in STD and unwanted pregnancies. Hollywood movies seem to promote unsafe sex without warning/mentioning the consequences. The article specifically mentions James Bond and Basic Instict. I mean… COME ON!

They wouldn’t be called movies otherwise… they would be called 80-million-dollar-awareness clips. I can just picture it. James Bond sipping on an alcohol-free martini and watching his out-of-wedlock children, in between stopping a plot to evaporate the pacific ocean, and another to blow up uranus. Then talking about how he regrets sleeping with every single sex-bomb from Ursula Andress to Halle Berry. I would do that. The world needs to know.

Or, Sharon Stone, moving from the standard missionary to a more entertaining tribadism, pausing and telling us all how, if we concentrate on that infamous split second where she crosses her legs we could see the herpes she contracted from unsafe sex. (I should mention that she was being interrogated for stabbing numerous men with icepicks… but that’s not important… murder isn’t bad, sex is)

Yes, there should be disclaimers all over the movies. People are stupid. Superman should warn us not to try to fly before he takes off, and after he lands. For that matter, Santa should tell everyone he’s not real, and Jesus should note that turning 5 fish into 5000 was a special effect, and that we shouldn’t try to walk on water, or crucify people, because, in real life, they DO die.

I’m all worked up, damn it.

[Edit: BBC is also running this story... must be a slow news day, no hurricanes or fuckheads blowing themselves up]

Yesterday evening, while taking the subway home, me and M. were approached by a guy. He praised the lord Jesus Christ at the wonder of someone who’d never been to the US speaking English. He was a mormon missionary, serving for two years abroad (as do a lot of mormons, apparently). M. got sick of it after a short while, I played along. We got to talking, I feigned interest, and I saw his face light up, he had gotten through to a sinner! I smilingly agreed to meet him sometime in the coming two weeks.

The jungle that is Berlin is no place for a poor, innocent, white kid from Utah. He has NO idea what he’s gotten himself into.

I think I will take all these people up on their offers from now on. Hating religion is unhealthy, I must face it’s representatives one by one.

Some enjoy fishing, others like to bask in the sun, others still enjoy taking it all in, finally, some dream of flight.

It’s those that end up breaking their necks.