You surprise me your Purpleness.

From Music Blogs

.... on the controversial subject of same-sex marriage, two prominent music celebrities spoke out, albeit with very different points of view. On the con side, an article in The New Yorker reported that Prince does not believe that gay marriage is "right." Prince allegedly told the magazine: "[In the USA] you've got the Republicans, basically they want to live according to [the Bible]. But there's the problem of interpretation, and you've got some churches, some people, basically doing things and saying it comes from here, but it doesn't. And then on the opposite end of the spectrum you've got blue, you've got the Democrats, and they're, like, 'You can do whatever you want.' Gay marriage, whatever. But neither of them is right."

I must say I am surprised by this, Prince?


Mr. butt less pants?


He of vague sexuality?


Lord of freakness?


The man who wears clothes that would shame the even the most flaming homosexual?


Sporter of the most spectacular perm known to man kind?



If your not gay your self you damn sure owe the gays for straight up jacking their style.

I am going to give the benefit of the doubt and say that this was pulled out of context and I will wait for the article in the New Yorker before I pass judgement.


Side note: Why do dudes who perm their hair seem to have a better job done to theirs than women?

I mean seriously what the hell is the problem?

Atlanta used to the motherland of the male perm, these dudes had their joint looking better than the women.

What the hell?

I mean I dont care, I love women with long hair or bald, but still seems kind of strange.

A word about Proposition 8

It seems that an unforeseen side effect from the high turn out of voters that assured Obama's victory has also submarined Gay rights's to be married out in California when Proposition 8 was passed by voters.

Now Gay's right to marriage is something I fully support, (although I have no idea why anyone want to be married, but go figure), there were leaders in the gay community however who felt that there loss was directly related to the high percentage of black voters who voted for the bill in the neighborhood of 70%.

Now if your new to this blog than you should know that I hate statistics I hate them with a passion, because they can be made to say what ever you want them to say, all you have to do is suppress the knowledge of the actual number of participants.

Lets say that whites make up 80% of the California population and black made up 20% out of a made up number of 1,000,000 voters.

That means blacks would make up 200,000 of the population, 70% of that number voted for Prop 8 as compared to 800,000 white voter which 49% voted in favor of Prop 8.

That's 140,000 votes for Prop 8 by blacks.

Your ticked off that 140,000 votes from blacks went to Prop 8?

As compared to the 392,000 of white ones?

We haven't even added Latino, Asian and what ever other color of the rainbow is out there.

Hell if most gays in Cali are white than you would think they should be even more ticked at whites not giving them 100% than anyone else, exactly what do black people owe you all?

And another thing is that flash word marriage.

I suspect if that word was removed from the bill by the Mormons who sponsored the bill,(a fine bunch to be wagging fingers no?), it might have stopped at the door.

In some people minds using the term marriage is a red flag, they don't care if you have all the right of married people as long as you don't call it marriage cause mentally speaking you inject religion into and than people start looking at it irrationally.

Yeah it's crazy and childish to not use the word but are you trying to win or not?

The real problem is that gay leader out there dropped the ball they didn't hit the streets hard enough to shore up defense against the bill and I don't believe they did their best in reaching out to the black community to get the job done.

The high turn out of voters does not ensure that every one thinks the same way despite them all voting for the same person.

And more importantly y'all going to get enough of thinking that black people all think a like, a survey of black bloggers could tell you that were all a mixed bag of nuts.

Black voters were only a small part of why that lousy Prop 8 passed the other reason is in the mirror of gay leaders.

Quote for the day

"I support non-discrimination for homosexuals, but I think, or at least I have the right to think - without saying whether I think it or not - I have the right to think, along with the catechism of the Catholic Church, that homosexuality is morally wrong."

Rocco Buttiglione

The moment you allow religion to creep into the debate you lose focus and change minds.

So as long as the union between individuals are linked with the term marriage you got God and those that think they speak for him/her all up in you business.

True Story 11: What Do You When Your Homeboy Comes Out Of The Closet To You? (Part 2 conclusion)

So he tells me he is on the DL.

And despite the fact that I suspected and really was almost certain of it at this point when it came out in the open it gave me pause.

Like, well you dragged that out of him genius what are you going to do with it now?

So I tell him yeah I figured that out already.

He asks how, and I go over with him the pieces of the puzzle that I put together after I figured out there was an actual puzzle to figure out.

He laughs telling me that the Chinese girl said he should tell me, but he said he didn't feel comfortable telling me.

So now I feel guilty as hell, and I began to run a mental list of anything I have done that he might of taken offense to.

Have I used the word faggot?

I don't think so.

Sissy?

Yup.

Punk?

No.

Talking about women with him like he is straight?

All the damn time.

I stop short of apologizing since I am not sure what I did if anything, but I explain to him it's cool with me and that were still cash.

He texts me lol and we go over again how it happen, he asks me over for cocktails, (no pun), for the next day I say I'm there.

The next day comes around and it completely slip my mind.

I feel bad cause I'm thinking, great what if he is thinking that I stood him up because I am uncomfortable.

So I blow his phone up apologising and he says it's cool and we reschedule.

And like every day till than I'm calling him to do small talk, (I hate small talk I'm a say what you got to say and get the hell off my phone type of dude), to prove to him that I'm cool with having a gay friend despite the fact that we spoke maybe once a week before than when I thought he was straight.

So now I start worrying if I'm over doing it.

Than I get pissed since I don't even sweat women I date like this yet I'm worried about how a gay dude feels.

The day finally comes and we meet face to face at his place, we give each other a pound pop open a beer in front of the TV and start to talking.

I ask all the typical questions.

How long have you been gay?

Since I was a kid.

Seriously?

Yeah, since I was a kid.

When did you come out?

High school.

Your folks know?

Yeah there cool with it.

You still date girls?

No, but I dont tell anybody Im if they dont ask.

The conversation becomes more natural with us joking about were the gay clubs in Atlanta are, with me doing my best not to come off as a hipster by going off about the injustices that gays have to face in the world today, like I was a gay Malcolm X.

The conversation shifts to what dudes normally talk about, sports, money, politics and yeah women too, with me domintating that part of the conversation.

I leave out with us say will hang out again.

And that was it, no big deal after that.

One of my favorite quotes that I posted,(got to get back on that BTW), goes like this.

It is bad when one thing becomes two.

One should not look for anything else in the Way of the Samurai.

It is the same for anything that is called a Way.

Therefore, it is inconsistent to hear something of the Way of Confucius or the Way of the Buddha, and say that this is the Way of the Samurai.

If one understands things in this manner, he should be able to hear about all Ways and be more and more in accord with his own.

-"Hagakure" Yamamoto Tsunetomo-

The lesson I get from out of the quote is about tolerance, and having the self confidnce to be in the mist of the unfamiliar.

You are who you are and nothing can change you, so you should fear nothing.

A real Christian can live next door to a Muslim and not lose faith, or question the others faith.

Conversate about it, highlight differences, but move on with their lives.

Chinese next to Japanese, white next to black, and so on.

The problem to me comes in when you choose to pretend the other doesnt exist at all.

Im not gay, so why would I get bent out of shape about it?

Sounds cool right?

No weight on my shoulders.

Thats the way I saw it, but it was easy taking that stance because it was never like I had to deal with it right there in my face.

All my other experiances with gays I had I could walk away from them with a laugh, saying "oh those silly gay people look what they are doing".

But Im doing that with out really having to make a decision about how I truely felt about it because I could easily erase the experiance from my life.

Dont know them, not cool with, have nothing against them so why the hell should I care what they do, or what they have to go through.

And thats the problem with that type of thinking, what I was doing before was not really tolerating or accepting them but ignoring them.

They are not some one that are a constant part of my life that I have to deal with, just something that pops up every now and than leaves just as quickly.

I got to deal with white people in this country there all over the place, I have to deal with black people, religion, women on and on.

I have to make a decision and take a stance about how I feel about issues dealing with them as it pertains to my life.

No ignoring there lives and patting myself on the back for being progressive enough not to hate them.

Thats a cop out.

But thats what I was doing with gays, just ignoring them and holding my head high because I was cool enough not to hate them.

But that changes when you have the baby lying in front of your door step and you now have to make the decision on whether to close the door on it or not.

Thats a little to close to home for comfort.

Which was how it felt when my homeboy came out the closet to me.

So I made a decision.

Thats that.

True Story 10: What Do You When Your Homeboy Comes Out Of The Closet To You? (Part 1)

A good friend of mine came out the closet to me not to long ago.

We were in the same class putting up with the same BS from the course, so we got cool with each other quick having something in common.

Decent looking cat, in good shape, tall, well traveled, type of dude that would attract attention from the opposite sex.

We were both popular with the ladies mostly because we were part of only a hand full of dudes in a course full of women and we were both smooth talkers.

You saw one and you saw the other.

It never occurred to me that he is gay but than again I don't have a "gaydar", not my business the way I see it.

The way the topic came up was through other dudes.

During our class break we would go out and smoke with the smokers.

Now among us we has some real "n#%gas", me included, taking a course that is predominantly women loaded.

Our conversation usually consists of which woman would we liked to tap, standard guy talk.

We would also meet up and hang out at the bars after class.

He didn't participate in any of that but I figure he was above the mess, I mean we had some wild streaks in us that made you wonder how we got out of high school let alone into college.

He just didn't fit in, but this ain't high school were we pick on the odd kids, were all grown men, you do, I do me.

But the topic of his sexuality started because one of the fellas asked me about the sexuality of one of the ladies I hung out with.

She was a little butch looking, but what was throwing them off was me, we hung out a lot so of course I had to be sleeping with her which wasn't true which of course confirmed to the street philosophers that she was.

And to tell you the truth I suspected it too.

She was a bit diffrent from most women I hung out with, but I never probed into it.

The discussion some how led to my homeboy, of course I am like hell no, I know him, he is as straight as an arrow.

They say he doesn't hang with us.

That's because were full of shit, I say.

He doesn't make any moves on any of the women.

That's cause he ain't stupid, making a move on a girl in your class is like having a live in girlfriend, I say.

He seems to care a lot about the welfare of others.

Bro were in Nursing school were suppose to care, if not, at least fake it well, I say.

Every one laughs it off, end of story.

But for what ever reason the idea gets stuck in my head.

And all of a sudden I am picking up on things that I wasn't noticing before.

There are the times we make plans to hang out but those plans are canceled or planed around him hanging out with his other friends that he never invites me to go out with.

He knows I like to hit the bars and clubs what the hell is so different about these friends?

Than there is this bad ass Chinese girl he is always hanging out with and studying with.

I ask him if he is tapping that and he laughs like I am crazy for asking that and says no.

What the hell is so funny?

But the nail in the coffin for me is his crib.

Dude's spot is hot to death!

I wont get into details about it but i make more than him and I cant afford to stay in a spot like that.

He tells me he and another guy are just renting rooms and that the rent is just 300.

I look around and my mind is saying hell no, it ain't that easy.

I know he is not hustling, I can tell by the way he moves and talk that he is on the up and up.

Who the hell is the person who can afford a place like this and yet decides to rent some rooms out?

My mind is saying boy toy, and it ain't a woman playing with him.

But I say nothing, I figure if he wants me to know he'll let me know if its that serious.

I have nothing against gay dudes, I have met enough cool people and enough ass holes in every shade and color, claiming every religion, sect, and nation to not jump to conclusions about some one.

But I will admit my experience with gays are limited to Georgia.

Growing up in New York gays did not exit in my world, I never thought of them, never met one, couldn't tell you were they hung out at, if I saw one it was because some one pointed them out but that was them judging a book by it's cover, never walked up to them and said, "hey are you gay?".

The most attention they got out of me is if they were in a movie I was watching.

I never had to deal with it.

But all that changed when I came to Atlanta.

Atlanta is the South East's lesser version of San Fransisco.

They are here and very visible.

There was they gay dude I worked for at a hospital.

The gay dudes that made passes at me that had me checking my self in the mirror before I left the house thinking "am I accidentally sending a signal saying hey I am gay and available?".

The gay girl I had an argument with because I made a pass on her girlfriend, how the hell was I supposed to know?

Put a rainbow sign on her ass!

But back to my homeboy.

The semester ends and I failed one of my classes, I am asking him for advise because talking to people in my school is a waste of time.

Were texting each other and he invites me over for drinks in the afternoon, I got plans so I tell him how about later?

He tells me he cant because he is hanging out, later.

There it is again.

So I tried him.

"Where you hanging at maybe I'll stop by."

He says, "I don't think you want to hang out at the places I hang out at.".

I'm laughing, still wont come clean huh?

So I say " Why is that?".

Than he says it "I'm on the DL".




Part two next week.

True Story 9: Me at the gay girl bar.

I have been slow with the post because I have been hanging out all night this past week.

Seems like people can smell when you got cash on you so they call you to find some way to help you spend it.

In this case on Wednesday night a lady friend has this lesbian girlfriend who invited her to a lesbian bar.

She wants to go but is nervous about being hit on by women so she wants me to go with her as a buffer.

My curiosity is peaked so I want to go, just to say I have been to one, but it's not like I'm going to protect her from the romantic advances of some woman when I'm not her boyfriend, hell for the laugh of it I might try to hook her up with one, just to see her squirm, (she owes me some loot).

So we get there and it's pretty packed, it's called Phase 1 on Memorial Dr.

Nothing much to look at on the inside, just a regular old hole in the wall club with the mandatory pool tables small dance floor next to the smaller stage.

I am on my best behavior, no flirting, no stepping on toes or getting in any ones way.

I'm looking out for any side way glances or looks of "what the hell is this dude doing in our turf?" looks, but every one seemed friendly enough.

I made my way to the bar and got the ladies I was with some beer and a long Island for myself.

Now while at the bar being attended by the bartender who did not seem to want to be bothered with me until I tipped her, (remember what I said about black women and tipping? http://thehappygoluckybachelor.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-i-learned-this-weekend-women-are.html ), I start surveying the bar not to flirt with any one, that thought went out my head the moment they told it was a gay bar, but because I wanted to see what every one else's reaction would be.

I am aware that although there are a few other men in the place I am the only one I know for sure is straight.

Which for some reason has me thinking that every women in the bar knows that too so my presence maybe making them uncomfortable, which I dint want, I am no party crasher.

Well I get a few glances from the "lipstick" ladies but I think that was them checking to see if I was a really just an extra studdly woman or if I was an actual man, there was some hard core looking "studs" up in there, for the most part I was ignored by all.

So I gather up my drinks delivered them to my escorts and found a secluded spot to chill at, which quickly got crowded, near the dance floor.

I got comfortable and started chatting it up with a stud asking what was on the agenda for the night.

She was a friendly one light skin big girl with long hair in a pony tail and very soft features, the type who no matter how hard they tried couldn't disguise the fact they were a woman if they wanted to.

And despite what she wore if I didn't know were I was at, would of got the full Ti-Pappa charm all over her wanted or unwanted.

She explained that tonight was a talent show case and everyone was waiting for the show.

So while keeping my eye on my friend who has her back to the wall and seems afraid to move, (ain't nobody studying her ass), I get to talking to another lady who I wind up buying drinks for, it occurred to me that she was hitting on me when she asked if I was straight, I quickly inform her that hell yeah I was straight but tried not to look to enthusiastic about it.

I'm uncomfortable going out with a lady friend and hitting on women while were out.

Before we could get into why two straight people were in a gay bar, (well at least I know I play for one team she may be a free agent), the show started.

Now the drinks were strong as hell, big up to Phase 1 for the Long Islands they out did Chit Chat's, so I'm expecting to be fully entertained.

But unfortunately things were pretty lame after that.

Apparently the lesbian community in Atlanta is running thin on available talent, the show consisted of strippers, (not very pretty ones), and lip syncing studs who stripped to the songs they out there to perform.

The women would go out there and throw dollars and put money in there pants and act a fool having fun, so that was the most important thing, and I have to admit some of those studs were in great shape, making me feel even more self conscience.

But that was it, after the show every one hit the dance floor, while I spent my time trying to find the one other straight women in the place but never saw her again that night.

A couple of more drinks and I was done, my friends and I made our way out with me trying to remember every woman's face in the joint so that if I came across them again I could immediately cross them off.

It wasn't bad, probably wouldn't rule out going back there again it was nice to see something different.

That's all.

True Story 1: Me an a East Indian lady on a Elevator

When I first moved down to Atlanta I used to stay next to the Fox theater in a place called Scandinavian now called 710 Peachtree St. A high rise apartment building with over priced apts. The studio I was renting was about 700 a month and the size of a walk in closet. But I was paying for location. The problem is the location really sucked, traffic jams at least twice a day made getting in an out an adventure all the clubs were located down the street, hookers both male, female and a combination of both roamed the street openly. But as a young guy from a big city it no big deal.
For what ever reason this apartment building had a very large amount of black gay men staying there.

Now mind you my only encounter with gays were in Atlanta, for what ever reason they did not exist in my world in New York, I new of them but never knowingly met one. Well upon my arrival I discovered that Atlanta is a sort of black version San Fransisco. I was hit on by game men for at least once a month for the first year I lived down here. It got to the point that I thought I was giving some inadvertent signal or something. But I was always a tolerant person so I took it in stride. A firm but polite no always settled things. And I met some cool brother that were openly gay that I would call my friends.

One day though things got a little to personal for comfort with my experience with gay men in Atlanta.

After talking my way out early of work so I can go home and relax I get to the Scandinavian anticpating a hot shower a stiff drink and a quiet night. Me an a little old East Indian lady got on the elevator at the same time, were three men were already on. carrying pillows. One was covered under a white sheet exposing nothing but his face. By the look of the other two they seemed to fit the stereotypical image of gay men, permed hair hands on hips whatever.

Both me an the Indian lady are facing the door waiting for our floor when one of the men said "Yall our nasty" to which the one under sheet said in a very feminine voice "this is the Scandinavian you have to live up to the reputation".
At that point I looked down and realized that instead of two pair of feet under the sheet there was four. Instead of the guy bopping to some beat I thought he had going through his head, some fella was going through him on the back side of that sheet!

It was like some one threw a bucket of ice water on me I was wide awake. I looked at the fella's friends and they seeing my reaction stared back at me intently. That elevator got real small all of a sudden.
I did the only thing I could think of, turned around and looked front.

WTF you say?

Well at the time I was in shock and did not know what to do. Who the hell steps on elevator expecting to see grow men having sex on it!! I was so stunned that I rode the elevator with the love birds carrying on behind me, instead of getting off at the next floor!

Than all of a sudden I got angry, but not with them! Oh no, not them, I was angry with little East Indian lady. She never budged never said a word never looked back just kept her eyes on the door with this smug smirk on her face.

I'm thinking:

What the FUCK are you smiling about?

You think this shit is funny?

What, is it me?

You laughing at me?

You getting a kick out of my discomfort?

Is my confusion amusing the hell out of you?!

Tell them to stop!!

Turn around and say something!!!

What you think I am Gay TOO?!?!?!

Who the hell do you think you are?!!

STOP FUCKING SMILING!!!

STOP THAT SHIT NOW!!!!!

That is what is running through my head.
Not a word comes out my mouth.

Mean while ol buddy under the sheet is not missing a beat or stroke, while the catcher has a smile in his face, the other two keep staring at me and the fucking Indian lady is on her own planet and I want to go there too!

Than at last THE FUCKIN SLOWEST ELEVATOR ON PLANET EARTH finally hits a floor and the the love fest and entourage go flying off like some one cut the light on in a room full of roaches and ol buddy under the sheet still has not missed a beat. A real trooper that guy was.

Now I am left alone with my anger and shame and that damn Indian lady.
The elevator stop and she gets off and says, "Have a nice day".

I'm thinking

Hold up, did she just say something?

Did she just tell me to have a nice day?!

Is she trying to be cute?!!

Is that it?

You got your laugh for today?!!!

YOU BITCH!!!!!!!

What I say is "you to".

My floor, (of course the last one), comes up I get off go to my little studio take a hot shower pour my self a stiff drink chased with beer and laid down in front of the idiot box. I am tired, and the only thing I can think of is that freakin East Indian Lady.