MISGUIDED HATE

HATE MONGERS

I am always surprised to see splinter hate communites arise out of both the gay and gay kink world. As gay males we have endured enough hate and discrimination for our born sexuality. Those of us who are into kink/BDSM are doubly hit with another layer of stigma and intolerance from the straight, claim-to-be-christian, and right-wing politicos.

But hatred from other gay BDSM'ers?

I wish it weren't true but it is popping up more and more.

I have seen it gain momentum in Germany. There is a new crop of GAY Hitler worshippers who believe their aryan roots make them better. They often have "SS" built into their profiles. They preach intolerance, hatred, and segmentation. Hitler killed gays for being gay! I guess it only takes a new generation to forget the horrors of the previous one.

For a while, there has been a strong class of neo gay skinheads. These are skins, primarily from the UK, who preach tolerance and acceptance. They do not identify with the US-based Nazi-sympathizer skinheads born of our country's shameful bowels. But now there are a large number of gay skinheads preaching white power and supremacy. You often see "88" built into their online handles. 8 is the eigth letter of the alphabet -- 88 is HH which is short for Hiel Hitler. The tolerant skins often refer to each other as "mates" often abbreviated as M8s. The racist ones often use a greeting of "Oi M88s".

The other online clue is WP - short for white power. Enough said about that.

Fortunately, the vast majority are nearly illiterate. Bad genes produce bad brains, I say.

What I find truly amusing, however, is that these guys are all insecure. They are universally afraid to show their faces online. They preach their hatred in secrecy. I have not found one yet with a face pic. It's pure cowardice from weak, insecure, and misguided men. What are they afraid of? If they are as powerful, strong, and superior as they claim - they would not need to veil their faces, right?

The Satan worshippers are another whole bag that I can't figure out. More on them later... but until then keep an eye out for 666 in profiles. (I'll bet they hide, too.)

Now for some entertainment. Visit the following links and take a good read of these online personas. Judge for yourself!

www.worldleathermen.com/WPDemonLthrMaster

www.worldskins.com/666H8H8

www.inkedskin.com/beasstmasster

Audio Butt Probe

Anyone in professional music and gay (OMG! say it's not true) has got to love this:

www.metasonix.com/TX2.htm

This is not a joke, it is a real guitar effects pedal - and is winning accolades for its intentionally bad sound. But one has to love a box with "fist", "ream", and "screw" on it. And that cute little alien and the shmo grabbing his ankles.

I'm not a guitarist and I want one! (the box, not the probe)

The Archdiocese of L.A. should be fucking ashamed for their (lack of) actions

I have never denounced my catholocism. My baptism happened when I was an infant so I had no say in the matter. Catacism was punch and cookies every Sunday. I am even further distant from a church which labels me a sinner for my homosexuality that I was born with -- and a hypocritical organization (business, actually - the Catholic church is the richest business on the planet) that has allowed sexual predators to molest children. Mind you, the majority of these abhorrent attacks were men molesting young boys. Worthless pieces of shit these priests are - I wonder if they go to heaven if the church thinks they did nothing wrong?

In any case, I am ranting because I stumbled on a document released by the Archdiocese of Los Angeles. It is a sterile listing of the topics contained in the files held by the church in hundreds (yes hundreds) of cases of sexual molestation by Priests in Los Angeles. They only released it because they were required to. It is a panacea, a smokescreen of sorts - designed to make them look like they had done the right thing based on comunity standards of the time. Well, a huge number of these cases happened in the 70s and 80s - and I doubt that pedophilia was markedly less understood than it is today. The PIGS.

See for yourself the lack of information that is presented:

http://www.la-archdiocese.org/english/dept/Assist/home.htm

Download both PDFs (the addendum, too). Notice how it reads like a table of contents rather than providing the details that you know they are hiding. The fuckers.

I was very fortunate to have escaped molestation by a priest when I was 10. I am thankful I had the smarts to know something was not right and walk away. Father Polzer, you were a despicable man for what you attempted. (he's dead now.. .phew) To all those ever hurt by these less-than-men, my heart goes out to you -- and may you find solace for their hateful and hurtful acts.

Perhaps someone can help me find out how to officially denounce one's faith. It's time!

Another song that moved me....

I don't know what the fuck is going on karma-wise -- but somehow I am getting drawn into songs. It happend again, this time from my all-time hero, Elton John. His album "Peachtree Road" really digs deep into sexuality.

His song "Freaks in Love" just stunned me as I heard it for the first time.

FREAKS IN LOVE
by Elton John and Bernie Taupin

Me and you we're not that pretty
Me and you could use a lift
I'm out here on the corner crying
I got ribbons but I got no gift

Me and you we're all we've got
Me and you could be our curse
We've got bleeding hearts and flowers
You got strings but you got no purse

We're just freaks in love
Saints above
Shine on our sweet life
Happy is the union
Of fools and freaks alike

And fearless are the idiots
Among the hawks and doves
We're on the outside looking in
A couple of freaks in love

There's a wonder in this weakness
It's so beautiful sometimes
Across the universe we're lightning
In the race we're a step behind

Me and you we're not for everyone
Me and you we're damaged goods
We're antique and unacceptable
And just misunderstood

binding the body frees one's soul

This is picture of my work.

I love rope.

I have studied Shibari - which loosely means "to tie" in Japanese. I have spent over 7 months in Japan and this "nawa" (rope) came from Tokyo - purchased by me from some giggling ladies at a bondage specialty shop in Roppongi. It is the real thing, Japanese hemp, treated to be supple by boiling and oiling. It smells wonderful, like pine tar (from the bayu oil) and has just enough "bite" to make the captive acutely aware of its presence. There is a wonderful saying in Japanese lore which goes something like binding the body frees one's soul. I couldn't agree more.

I haven't touched my nawa for months. I have been drawn much more towards my synthetic rope. And in all honesty, synthetic rope works much better and is easier to use...but it doesn't have the aesthetic beauty that real nawa does.

But another strange problem is that I don't have enough! I have thousands of feet of synthetic rope and only 120' of the real thing. I guess there are worse problems to have... ;)

BTW, that is my boy in the photo. In a moment of unbridled cruelty, I undid his wrists and made him take it all off himself.

2nd time in as many days - a song hits me...

Wow.

I just bought Herbie Hancock's new album. He has always been one of my musical heroes but in the jazz arena. His latest, "possibilities" is all collaborations with other artists doing a blend of covers and new material.

The song that grabbed me was "Hush Hush Hush". I knew it sounded vaguely familiar but this version was with Annie Lennox singing. Annie, FYI, is another one of my inspirations. In reading the liner notes it said this song was by Paula Cole... yes, Paula Cole. I dug back through my CD collection and found her album with this song on it - long since forgotton. For those who never really listened to Paula, she is a lyrics powerhouse - writing heavy songs with guts - but this one escaped me back in 1997. No surprise then, that the reason this struck me were the words themselves - and Annie drove them home. It's about a dying man's last hours in the arms of his father - a gay man with AIDS - and having hidden his sexuality until the very, very end.

In listening to Paula's version...bam... another slap. Peter Gabriel sung on it, too. I forgot that Paula was Peter's prime backup singer.

Thank goodness there are forward thinking musicians in this world. Bless you Paula... and Herbie, Annie and Peter.

Here it is:

Hush, Hush, Hush

Long white arms
Losing their strength and form
Sixty year man on twenty year old skin
Skeleton, your eyes have lost their warmth
Look to your father for some support

CHORUS:

Hush hush hush
Says your daddy's touch
Sleep sleep sleep
Says the hundredth sheep
Peace peace peace
May you go in peace

Cruel joke you waited so long to show
The one that you wanted wasn't a girl
All your life you kept it hidden inside
Now when you step
You stumble
You die

CHORUS

Oh maybe next time
You'll be Henry the VIII
Wake up tomorrow, Alexander the Great
Open your eyes in a new life again
Oh maybe next time
You'll be given a chance

Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush hush hush
Hush...

boy and the TSA

For those who don't know, the Travel Security Administration is a several year old post-9/11 panacea desgined to make Americans believe their air travel is safer. But, like most government entitites, they have not made travel safer - just more complex.

On the lighter side, we got to see the TSA in prime action dealing with our boy! Upon returning from Inferno via Chicago Midway Airport, boy went through security with his LOCKED collar on! Seems as thought the key was safely tucked away in baggage. The metal detector went off like a nuclear warhead was up his butt. He was brisked aside and violated thoroughly with hands and a metal detector. Fantastic!

In a move of rare common sense, they decided a collar is not a threat and let him pass.

Yeah, TSA!

(next time we will check the boy in baggage)

Jenny Wren

I just purchased Sir McCartney's new album and one song hit me particularly hard (more on that in a bit). Paul is one of my musical heroes - and he played all the instruments by himself - and it has a character that hails way back to the Beatles days.

Anyhow, for those who don't know, a Jenny Wren is a small songbird - long the center of poetry and lore. These lyrics are far too topical today:


--Jenny Wren--
--by Paul McCartney--


Like so many girls, Jenny Wren could sing
But a broken heart, took her song away

Like the other girls, Jenny Wren took wing
She could see the world, and its foolish ways

How we spend our days?
Casting love aside
Losing sight of life day by day

She saw poverty, breaking up a home
Wounded warriors, took her song away

But the day will come, Jenny Wren will sing
When this broken world, mends its foolish ways

Then we'll spend our days
Catching up on life
All because of you Jenny Wren

You saw who we are Jenny Wren