Take a Giant Step

Seriously, what the actual fuck, George Clooney? I was never really a fan, but you’re a fucking asshole. For one thing, you’re a rich straight white man who lives in Italy with a wife who’s half your age. Trump wins and you’re going to be just fine, so miss me with your “macro” concern for the country. Gays, women, and minorities NEED for the Democrats to win this election; Project 2025 quite literally spells out what they are going to do to us. And once they start mass deportations and have all those internment camps just sitting there waiting for people…well, deportation is hard and messy and complicated, why not add some Nazi showers and ovens and be done with the whole problem right there? And if you think queer people aren’t on the list, what color is the sky in your fucking world? It really upsets me when narcissistic trash like George Clooney suddenly decide that their opinion is so smart and so important and matters so much that he has to spew bullshit in the New York fucking Treason Times.

You’re dead to me, George. Take an acting class sometime. It couldn’t hurt. And maybe learn some fucking humility, you arrogant piece of smug shit. So you’re worried and millions of votes should not matter anymore because George is uncomfortable and “concerned”. We threw out King George III 250 years ago; and you sir, are NO George III. Fuck you, shut up, and keep your skanky ass in Italy. I guarantee you any project you appear in I will review bomb with one-stars. You deserve to lose everything, you arrogant piece of shit. Will you wrinkle your brow and feel shame?

Or are you just that fucking fond of your tax cuts, Richie Rich?

It has not been missed by me that the only people calling for Biden to step aside are all rich, white and straight. Coincidence? I think not. Which is why you can never trust rich liberals–right, Susan Sarandon? Their narcissism and smug sense of superiority will always pick their money over vulnerable populations.

Nothing makes me sicker to my stomach than a limousine liberal. I’ll never forget that witch Susan Sarandon manhandling Dolores Huerta, who has shit out more progressive acts than Sarandon has ever done in her entire cosplay liberal acting life, for not supporting Bernie in 2016 and then claiming DOLORES FUCKING HUERTA is a part of the “establishment.” Does she even realize she’s mouthing the language of 60s anti-war protestors that no one else has used in over fifty years?

Then again, she’s old and should probably step aside for someone younger who can do the job better.

What’s amazing to me is how straight white people always get so defensive when their allyship is questioned. Is there anything worse that a mediocre straight white man who is so convinced of his own importance that he just has to express his opinion, which is so much more important than anyone else’s because he had relatives in the business and some desperately sad women thought he was hot? Where’s that Jim Jordan exposé documentary you promised us years ago? Yeah, that’s what I thought: sell out. Straight white people cannot ever be trusted to not throw everyone else under the bus, and the richer they are the more likely it is.

As a gay man, I’ve watched the Democratic Party throw us under the bus “because it wasn’t time” so many times that I understand the impatience of other minority groups when progress doesn’t move fast enough. I’m so inured and immune to it that it’s really hard for me to not expect disappointment from my fellow progressives. But this? This isn’t the party heirarchy. It’s not the rank and file voters. It’s CNN, MSNBC, New York Times, and The Washington Post, and it’s definitely coastal elites driving all of this. Go fuck yourselves. You jettisoned Hillary’s candidacy in 2016, which put us into the situation we are in now. We should be ending the last year of her second term, and we’d still have Roe, regulations, and a President who is not above the law.

But you just wouldn’t listen, would you?

And even now, as they undermine the President and his reelection campaign, when he doesn’t step down and if he does en up losing, they won’t take any responsibility for the fascism they’ve loosed on all of us, and will smugly assert “well, that’s what they deserve for not dropping the President,” you know, the Susan Sarandon playbook.

And for the record, a thousand curses on all of you. History will not be kind to you for abetting the fall of the United States. But you’ll be long dead by then–along with the mound of graves for anyone who isn’t a straight white cisgender Christian.

Seriously, such beautiful eyes….

Union of the Snake

So, I braved Costco AND the grocery store on a frigid Saturday two weeks before Christmas; but I did manage to get a lovely space heater at Costco which has already changed everything in the frigid kitchen.  I also forgot to turn the heat off when I went to bed last night, but it wasn’t obnoxiously hot upstairs–which makes me tend to think that it must have been really cold outside last night. But whatever. I am up this morning, my kitchen is getting warmer thanks to the space heater, and I have some things I need to get done today so I am going to buckle down and try to get it all done as much as possible. Next weekend I have to work on Saturday, so it’s a very short weekend for me, but I can hang with it.

Pual went to a gallery opening last night for the guy who donated his art for the cover of the Saints and Sinners Anthology, and so while Scooter dealt with his abandonment issues by sleeping in my lap I got caught up on this season of Riverdale; I hadn’t realized they hadn’t gone on midseason break and had missed two episodes, with the midseason finale coming up this week. I am pleased to report that KJ Apa was shirtless a lot in last week’s episode (finally), and this season’s mystery is deepening nicely. It really is a good show, probably the best young actors on a teen soap-style show I’ve ever watched, and visually it’s just stunning. I also got our tickets to see Star Wars: The Last Jedi for next Sunday at one, which is also incredibly exciting. I only have to avoid spoilers for a week.

I also watched two episodes of Soundtracks last night, the CNN series about how cultural and societal events influenced the popular music of the time. I watched the episodes about gay rights and Hurricane Katrina; each one made me unexpectedly tear up at moments as I remembered things. I recommend the series; I’m going to keep watching it. CNN series are really quite good; I’ve enjoyed their Decades series and their History of Comedy; and when I am not in the mood to write (or finished for the day) and not in the mood to read, they’re an excellent way to pass some time.

I think I’m going to read Krysten Ritter’s Bonfire next. It’s gotten some excellent reviews, and I’m a fan of hers; Jessica Jones was terrific, and Paul and I both enjoyed Don’t Trust the B, her one season sitcom. I actually think I may spend the rest of the year focusing on reading y/a fiction, to be honest. I have a lot of amazing books in my TBR pile, but…I want to get the WIP whipped into shape to start the agent hunt again in earnest next year; and I have two more y/a manuscripts to whip into shape as well as the Scotty to completely redo. I hate having to throw out eight chapters worth of work–and maybe some editing can get them into decent shape and usable again. As I said, in talking to my friend Susan last week I realized the plot I was developing for the book simply doesn’t work; primarily because New Orleans is such a small town, and New Orleans society is an even smaller one. There’s no way Scotty wouldn’t have known something before he was surprised with it; just given both sides of his family he would have met the person any number of times and would have heard about him; that kind of throws that plot right out the window. Maybe the entire thing should just be scrapped and I should start over completely. I don’t know.

But so yes, there’s a lot I need to get done. I also have a short story due by the end of the month I need to work on, another project is also calling my name, and I have a grant application I need to get ready. I’ve decided to start applying for grants, long shots that they are; but you cannot get one without applying, and while I may not have an MFA or a Ph.D. behind my name I do have an awful lot of publications; my c.v. is at least fifteen pages long–and it hasn’t been updated in years. But I think I have proven that I can write. And I think perhaps a collection of personal essays, of experiences and observations I’ve made throughout my life, studying our culture and the deep flaws in our society and culture, could actually be rather interesting. I have years of diaries and blog entries to cull from; and I often find writing personal essays, on those rare occasions when I’ve had the opportunity to write them, quite rewarding. My favorite essay is “I Haven’t Stopped Dancing Yet”, which was in Love Bourbon Street, and was edited down to be included in another collection, and I could possibly make that the lynchpin of the collection. I also want to pull together my horror and crime short stories into a collection, which will undoubtedly have to be self-published. So many projects, so little time.

And yes, reading Joan Didion has inspired me a bit on that front.

And on that note, I am going to dive back into the spice mines this cold morning in New Orleans. Here’s a lovely hunk to get your week off to a lovely start:

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