Thursday, July 17, 2014

Sunset Stripped

What does she see
     looking over that scarred chain link
fence? Does she see an embittered
     landscape, the prize for an ideological
war? Does she see children
     like herself, afraid of all the horrors
the adults try to hide from them?
     Does she know about the world
beyond the fence, the world beyond the Strip,
     where death comes from old age
rather than missle barrages from attack helicopters
     or bomb vests and holy epithets?
She looks off, at the sunset,
     the far off horizon as foreign to her
as a life without war or poverty.
     She should see that horizon

someday, from the other side of the fence. 

Fires of the Year

Joyous bombs burst in the air,
making the ocean—lapping
at our feet
like constant, tiny, wet kisses—
turn green, blue red, even orange.

Cascading explosions
light the way.
Acrid smoke fills my nostrils,
even here on the far shore.

The other couples play on the beach.
Children and adults watching
with equal fervor. The awe on their faces
usually reserved for concerts,
or Mass,
or football games.
They stand, and dance, in the green water.

We all hope the new year
will be better.
Our hope is immediate, like the sunbursts
in the midnight sky. The past year lingers
like the smoke from each firework.
It quickly dissipates in the warm winds.

We end a year with explosions,
which means
we begin a year with explosions.
The old memories purged

in the first of the year/end/start.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Caveat about Christians

Recently my mother and I had a conversation regarding my essays speaking out against Christian bigotry and hypocrisy. As I’ve mentioned in previous essays, my mother is a Born Again Christian, a firm believer in the Bible, and while no longer vehemently anti-gay marriage, she is still one of those Christians that believe being gay is a choice rather than a biological drive. She pointed out to me that in my essays I don’t make enough of a caveat for Christians who don’t act like the Mark Driscoll's, Tony Perkins’, or any of the other religious blowhards who have made it their mission to make life miserable for LGBTQ people.
And she’s right.
I don’t make the caveat explicit in my essays. I could do it more often but I don’t. And there’s a damn good reason why I don’t.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Game of Thrones "The Children" Recap

And so my watch ends.
To say the 4th season of Game of Thrones has been tumultuous would be an understatement. We’ve seen the introduction of a new favorite, Pedro Pascal’s Oberyn Martell, only to watch him die in screaming agony at the hands of Gregor Clegane, the Mountain Who Rides. We’ve seen Joffrey Baratheon, the First of his name, die horribly (and deservedly) at his own wedding feast. We’ve seen Dany take a kingdom to rule and a sellsword to her bed while casting away one of the pillars she always had supporting her. And we’ve watched Tyrion endure countless more abuses than all the previous seasons combined.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Who's Afraid of a Little Kink?

Everyone’s kinky in their own way. At least that’s been my experience.
The kink community has a word for people not involved in the kink lifestyle: Vanilla. It’s often used as a derogatory statement rather than to explain any sharp difference between the two groups. Vanilla sex is any sexual activity that doesn’t involve some level of kink to it. The problem is that kinky is a relative term, one that makes me smile when I hear people use it as an objective noun or adjective. It’s a term open to a certain amount of interpretation. Every person I’ve met or been intimate with had some form of aberration in their sexual make-up. What I’ve seen and experienced, plus has been revealed through conversations with others and their experiences, is that kinky is simply a matter of degrees.

Monday, June 9, 2014

Game of Thrones: The Watchers on the Wall Recap

     When it comes to keeping an oath in the face of almost certain death, a person's character is revealed. For the Night's Watch, the battle that has been brewing since the beginning of the series has finally come to pass. When people fight, people die. That has always been the case with war. One of the merits of Game of Thrones and the Song of Ice and Fire series it's based on is that the human cost of war is never forgotten. As one of the mantras of this show states with cold precision, "All men must die". 

Monday, June 2, 2014

Game of Thrones: The Mountain and the Viper Recap

Death continues to march through Westeros, dancing its infamous jig. The Wildings march on the Wall, a trial ends in King’s Landing, Moat Caitlin falls, and the dance of death continues along with the tune of sorrow and grief. In medieval society this was referred to as The Danse Macabre, the dance all will participate in if they walk this earth. In Game of Thrones, this dance has been ongoing and its fourth year is about to draw to a close. Before it does those, the tune will play a few more notes.