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"Drama", Kim Cooper and Peter Rauhofer →

I listened to the Best of Club 69 so much back in the day that even the gays were annoyed with me! I was working in a local gift shop in 2004, and the guy who was in charge of ordering our CDs was a former DJ. He knew everything about club music, and as much time I spent in gay bars for all those years all I really knew about it was that you could grind on strangers to it when you were wasted. And that’s what I did!

Tonight’s blog topic comes from this gay masterpiece! #PeterRauhofer #Club69 #queer

Tonight’s blog topic comes from this gay masterpiece! #PeterRauhofer #Club69 #queer

Love is sacrifice →

It is God’s all-encompassing love that manifests itself in us. When this happens we see no difference between people…and we consider ourselves to be the worst of men,
servants of every created thing.

In this kind of love we are humbled; our soul is at peace and in humility. And humility is the perfection of the Christian life….When we are illumined by the Grace of the Holy Spirit in the fullness of Divine love, then we want to serve everyone and help everyone. Even when we see a little ant struggling, we want to help him.

So, love is sacrifice. Love sacrifices itself for its neighbor.

Elder Thaddeus of Vitovnica, Our Thoughts Determine Our Lives

Dirty hippies, mud, and music? Yes, please! →

I’m not sure how many times I’ve seen the Woodstock movie over the years, but it is safe to say that the number is at least 100. I started watching it when I was a kid, sometime in elementary school, probably when I was around ten. I was pretty much hypnotized when it was on, and I loved to study how everyone performed songs I knew well and to memorize those I didn’t. I could tell you in what order everyone came on (at least in the film) and was the foremost Woodstock expert in my suburban Cleveland town. Not that anyone knew that, of course, but I fancied myself quite the rock & roll expert at a very early age.

Haiku →

The moon,

the falling star–

Look elsewhere

Jack Kerouac, Pomes All Sizes

Lady →

A poem I wrote a very long time ago!

False Identity →

False identity occurs when we identify with the tools of perception instead of the true Self.

Patanjali, Yoga Sutra II.6

I read this quote in the September issue of Yoga Journal in a short piece called “perfect as is”. The author writes very simply about a somewhat complex concept, asmita, as defined by Patanjali , author of the Yoga Sutras. Asmita, according to Patanjali, is a false identification that occurs when “tools of perception” like the physical body, thoughts, and emotions, are mistaken for the true Self. In other words, we often self-identify based on material things (possessions, jobs, money) instead of our essence. A baker considers him/herself just a baker, a gravedigger just a gravedigger, a porn star just a porn star. Calling yourself a blonde has certain implications; saying you are 5’11″ and 110 pounds brings up a certain identity; resigning yourself to being 80 years old and living in an assisted living facility suggests a particular quality of life. All of these identities are limiting.

Understanding and Love →

“Without understanding, love is an impossible thing.”

Thich Nhat Hanh

"Anecdote" by Dorothy Parker →

So silent I when Love was by

He yawned, and turned away;

But Sorrow clings to my apron-strings,

I have so much to say.

When I decided I wanted to post something by Dottie I pulled out my Viking Portable Dorothy Parker and started flipping around to find a poem I had written on, circled, or otherwise defaced. A few others came to my attention first, but “Anecdote” had a square drawn around it and “ME!!!” written in pen beside it. So that settled it.

Bringin' Frumpy Back →

I have been living in sweatpants for over a year now, and I must explain how liberating it is! I used to be one of those people who didn’t understand how or why anyone would go out in public wearing sweats, but now I have to be dragged, kicking and screaming, to put on jeans and a sweater and—gasp!—makeup. I have rebelled against my former glamour girl self, I have realized, and I feel happy about it.