Tag: life truths

  • Tori Amos sings "about" Lindsey Lohan

    Thank you Perez Hilton!
    (this is copied directly from perezhilton.com)

    This gem is from earlier this summer, but Perez Hilton just discovered it.

    During one of her legendary improvs, the Goddess that is Tori Amos sang a song about Lindsay Lohan!!!

    Click here (hand-held cam-corder) to listen to the brazilliance.

    Lyrics below!

    “Just a little chat
    I need to have
    When I was 21 do you think I had a bag of cocaine
    in my car?

    If I did – if I did
    You’d never know it because it would have been hidden
    I’m not stupid.
    But why are so many 21-year old millionaires so stupid?
    Stupid and cute.
    But stupid – I don’t know.

    Let’s just say
    When I was 26 (or seven – or eight)
    And I was a billionairess
    What would I have done?
    Many naughty things.
    Many, many, many naughty things.
    But I would have had a DRIVER!

    ‘Cuz I’m not stupid, no.
    I’m not stupid, no.
    Not THAT stupid anyway
    ‘Cuz if I had been naughty
    (I like being naughty)

    But I haven’t been caught so far
    and I am almost 44
    44
    And I’ve done many, many, many, many, many bad things.

    They are hidden inside my *mmm – mmm*
    Inside my *mmm – mmm*
    So there’s no record or no fingerprints on it

    ‘Cuz I’m not stupid
    ‘Cuz I’m not stupid
    No, not stupid!”

  • a psalm for busy people

    (translated from Japanese)

    The Lord is my Pacesetter,
    I shall not rush.
    He makes me to pause and rest for quiet intervals.
    He provides me with images of stillness,
    which restore my serenity.
    He leads me in ways of efficiency through calmness of spirit,
    and His guidance of peace.
    Even though I have a great many things to do each day,
    I will not fret,
    for His presence is here,
    His all-importance to keep me balanced.
    He prepares refreshment and renewal in the midst of
    my activity by anointing my
    mind with His oils of tranquility.
    My cup of joyous energy overflows.
    Surely harmony and usefulness shall be the fruit
    of my hours,
    for I shall walk at the pace of my Lord
    and dwell in His house forever.

  • From Geoff's blog

    Life and Times of a Gay Man In Idaho: Virtue In All Things

    “…Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection…”

    Blogged with Flock

  • Instinct Magazine – Henry Rollins

    (With thanks to jockohomo.com)

    Written by Henry Rollins – Illustration by Dave Arkle – Moderated by Jonathan Riggs

    This is a call to arms, boys.

    This is your world, and you’re inheriting it from your parents. Unless you want to fight their wars and drink their dirty water and go through this maddening repetition, brought to you by people who not only refuse to learn from history but love to repeat it—unless you are going to be the change, you are going to inherit a world with far less resources than the one I walked into at your age. Twenty years, the world has changed so much, and in 20 more, the lines drawn in the sand will be very different. This is all up to you: to look for alternative fuel sources, to acknowledge global warming, to fix the appalling racist and homophobic tendencies our government has. All that’s within our grasp. You can make a difference. This is a great country to do that in. It needs it. It needs strong, brave people trying to make a difference. If not you, then who?

    In some ways for you guys, being gay today is better than it was 20 years ago, and in some ways it’s worse. I think America has accepted homosexuality as a fact, but the downside is the Bush administration giving the psychotic, ignorant wing of the Christian right—who are very homophobic and very hateful—a voice. A few State of the Union addresses ago, the president said, “I defend the sanctity of marriage,” which is lip service to the Christian right, saying, “You queers are on notice.”

    I don’t understand it. If Bill and Tom want to get married, why does anyone have a problem with it? Get a life and leave them alone. That you would deny these people that happiness because of something you think you understand about the Bible is quite awful.

    Homosexuality is not an abnormality. It’s maybe rarer than heterosexuality, but it is no less a truth. I don’t really see the difference between gay and straight other than a basic difference in the preference. The needs are the same: company, love, fulfillment, all of that. So equality to the point where it’s no longer an issue anymore, emancipation and progress, is what’s needed.

    The message that I think will be seen in the next several years is gay people saying, “We’re really, really good parents and our kids are really great.” I know a few couples who are married or joined in some way with kids, and their kids are fantastic: They’re funny, they’re smart, they’re considerate. If I were raised by two women or two men, I don’t see what the problem would be. As it is, I had two people who hated each other’s guts, and it definitely did a number on me—I’m still working it out. Now, with Mary Cheney leading the way, I think you’re going to see children of gay couples growing up and being quite “normal,” no fangs or claws, and becoming very useful and great parts of society.

    The good will always defeat the bad. Sometimes it doesn’t look like you’re winning, but as long as you’re on your feet, talking about it and finding allies, you’re beating these people who rely on intimidation, on your apathy, your silence, on you eventually giving up.

    It is very easy to feel defeated. I do, some days. I feel very weary at the state of this country and what this president is doing and potentially will do before he finally leaves. It’s easy to put your head in the sand and just go, “Screw it! I’m going to stay home with a bunch of comfort food and just stop checking in!” I hear ya, but we can’t.

    When you see the extraordinary depths that these people have to plumb to get talking points, like when Ann Coulter calls John Edwards a faggot and gets laughs, well, that may have worked for people like my father, but it’s not going to work for me. If that’s what they’re bringing to the table, then believe me, that does not hold water in the real world. When the lights are on and court comes into session, that’s not rockin’. With all these bright young people coming out of the halls of academia, guess what? It doesn’t rock with them either.

    So I think you’re going to see a change in your lifetime, in a lot of different ways, and maybe sooner than later. And so, basically, one must take heart. Like Churchill said—and I remind myself of this always—never, ever, ever can you give up. I have to repeat that to myself, ’cause man, some days I get up and these bastards got me beat, you know? They got me pretty whipped, and I’ve got to keep whipping myself up and throwing myself into that propeller and fighting the good fight.

    You have to be part of the solution and part of the change, because cooler, calmer, more interesting and innovative heads will prevail. We will find alternative energy sources—they’re out there, they’re being utilized by other countries— we, too, will utilize them.

    We will save the world. We will save this country. We will wrest it back from these awful people who think they have a lock on it. They don’t!

    Blogged with Flock

  • Question of Monogamy

    http://youtube.com/v/ISCaChVeNJ0

    Keo Nozari has fun with probably the biggest issue in my bit of the dating pool…

  • Like The Secret

    “YOU HAVE TO take risks, he said. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen.

    Every day, God gives us the sun – and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day, we try to pretend that we haven’t perceived that moment, that it doesn’t exist – that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment. It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that seem the same to us. But that moment exists – a moment when all the power of the stars becomes part of us and enables us to perform miracles.

    Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Our magic moment helps us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments – but all of this is transitory; it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken.

    Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks. Perhaps this person will never e disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps she won’t suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. But when that person looks back – and at some point everyone looks back – she will hear her heart saying, “What have you done with the miracles that God planted in your days? What have you done with the talents God bestowed upon you? You buried yourself in a cave because you were fearful of losing those talents. So this is your heritage: the certainty that you wasted your life.”

    Pitiful are the people who must realize this. Because when they are finally able to believe in miracles, their life’s magic moments will have already passed them by.”

    [Paulo Coelho: “By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept”]
  • Comming out some more

    In recent years I’ve learnt that standing up and saying: “I am…” is incredibly liberating. Not only for myself – but also for the many who suffer in silence, or cower in shadows.

    Like Jack Nicholson as The Joker in Batman – we need to give a name to our pain. For in giving it a name, we take away the mystery and the fear of the unknown. The answer to overcomming our fears, or obstacles, lies in the name as well.

    Here are the names I’ve taken ownership of thusfar:
    1) I am Afrikaans. It is my heritage and my reality. I am not scared of that name.
    2) I am Protestant. I do not denounce other forms of worship, but I do not identify with them either.
    3) I am Gay and I’m fine with it.
    4) My mom has cancer. We’re in it together – for Life!

    Today I realised that I have more to bring to the table. That there is another name in my back pack to share with the world:

    5) I’m Bipolar (type 1).

    I know others are out there – and I’m here to say: “We’re cool”.

    Good night kids,
    W

  • Cancer can be beaten

    In solidarity with my mother 🙂

  • Lengthy, but worth the read

    Here’s another piece I rediscovered. It’s taken from the online journal of Jan Arden:

    Keep Asking
    09-Sep-2005 11:58 am

    How do you learn to love yourself without reservation, without hesitation? How do you truly and honestly learn how to forgive the things you have done, or furthermore, the things that have just “happened” to you? How do you come to terms with your own body and your own thoughts? Time…time…time…a wise healer and a wiser teacher. You cannot know until you face the demons that lurk just under your beating heart. There will always be part of your ego that wants to bring you down; you just have to keep it at bay with your spirit. The spirit is bigger and braver and smarter, it’s just not always as loud. It’s a whisper that takes time and attention to hear. You have to spend time with yourself and not always bask in other’s company.

    How do you learn to just be? I still keep going back, time and time again, to the delicate art of the “thought” – the way in which we communicate essentially, with what and who we are. We are infinite. We are omnipotent. We are here now – and always “were” here. We are all here together trying to finds bits of ourselves among the others we know; that’s why we are always seeking a soul mate, endlessly seeking to retrieve a particle of where we came from. Sometimes I do believe another soul can hold that part and is waiting to give it to back to you.

    I was talking to someone about attraction and the laws in which it seems to work. (Who knows what they are, I don’t know.) Why do we like certain people? What makes us want to be with them, no matter what the outcome, or the conflictions – when we want something so badly that we care not what the consequences may in fact be? Is it chemical, spiritual, circumstantial? Is it Godly? Is it just plain and simply the recognition of seeing them for the first time and recognizing that you “know” them. You know them so intricately, from another time all together. You don’t hesitate, you just walk into them body, mind, lungs and all. When you see someone for that first moment and say to yourself, ahh, there he is…or there she is….or there YOU are. The mystery of who you are reflected in someone’s eyes and when they look at you, you see for a second everything all at once.

    Most of the people that I have met as an adult have those mysterious qualities about them; they have that thing that pulls me in. I feel like I know them and my comfort is instant, my comfort is immediate. There is no reluctance on my part to stay close to them…I want to run toward them. I want to know them and be with them and think about them most of the day. It’s different meeting new people when you’re older; you have a built in “caution” in all that you do. You realize that hurt is shaking hands with anything unfamiliar. You avoid being hurt, so consequently, you miss out on some wonderful souls. You will always risk being hurt as you take on a new friend. You will always risk being let down or being rejected. But risk you must. Once in a great while, things turn out. If you set your thoughts to the task of getting what you want, you most certainly will have things go your way. I have “thought” my way this far and shall continue to do so until I am no longer in this body.

    The body…one’s great foil, one’s certain enemy. With age comes true acceptance. It’s hard being young, it’s hard facing a mirror and not liking who you see. As corny as it sounds, if you tell yourself horrible things, your body will react by giving you horrible images of itself. It can twist itself up into a heap of mutant cells and bone if you let it. Kindness towards one’s self must become a part of your day; a part set aside to just talk to yourself…to say good things, to pick yourself up. Darkness is only the absence of light, the light is there, you just have to really look for it…it will find you. (I tried to be kind…I tired to be good…..I think that was in a song of mine.) It’s harder than anything in this world to do – that’s to be honest with yourself – to actually sit in a chair in the sun and tell yourself the truth. Ask yourself questions that you’re afraid of and you won’t be afraid anymore. Ask yourself what you like, what you want, who you want? Don’t stop asking yourself everything you want to know; it’s a conversation you won’t ever regret having.

    jann