Category Archives: Miscellaneous

Black Friday

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Did anyone go to the Black Friday sales? Did you find any great bargains? If not, what are you doing today?

I did not go shopping. Black Friday is always just too crazy. I’m still at my parents’ house. My sister’s family could not make it to our Thanksgiving because she went with her husband to his family’s Thanksgiving. Since my sister was unable to make it yesterday, they are coming today to have lunch. I was ordered to stay because my five-year-old niece has insisted on throwing me a birthday party. So we will eat Thanksgiving leftovers for lunch, and then have cake and ice cream as a family celebration. You see, living in Alabama, a celebration could not take place on Saturday. This Saturday is one of the most important days for any Alabamian. It’s the day of the Alabama vs. Auburn football game. For many Alabamians, this is more important than the Super Bowl. Honestly, I really don’t care who wins this year. Auburn is #4 and Alabama is #1 in the polls. Whichever wins will go to the SEC Championship game. If it is Alabama, it will be almost assuredly another step toward another National Championship; however, if Auburn wins, it is a possibility that they could jump to #2 in the polls and be poised for a National Championship. Either way, a school from the state of Alabama is likely to be in the National Championship game for a fifth straight year. Anyway, in Alabama, you can’t plan anything before or during the game. Plans after the game are likely to be determined by whether or not you’re celebrating your teams victory or mourning its loss.

With rivalry weekend in full swing, what football teams will you be pulling for?

I won’t care either way about Alabama or Auburn. I am most loyal to the football team at my graduate school. Saturday is our last chance of the season to win our first game in two years. Our storied football program has suffered mightily these last two years. I refuse to give up hope on my beloved, but downtrodden, team. SMTTP!


Happy Thanksgiving!

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Thanksgiving Day is usually filled with family and food. There are many LGBT out there who are without their families because of the hate and bigotry that exists in this world. I hope those who cannot be with their families, for whatever reasons, have wonderful friends with whom to share this day of Thanksgiving, and I hope they feel the love that I send their way.

I wanted this post to be about all that I am thankful for this year. In many ways, it’s been a hard year, but things have been brightening in the last few weeks. With my birthday, (it’s this Saturday), I will begin a new year of my life with hope and promise for a wonderful future. I am so thankful for my family. They may drive me crazy at times, but I love them and they love me. I am thankful for the love and companionship provided by HRH, my beautiful and loving cat. I am thankful for the wonderful people with whom I have the pleasure to work. I’m even thankful for my students, because without them, how could I teach. I am thankful to be alive and in a happy point in my life. Most of all, I am thankful for my many friends in my life. Some of them are people I’ve never met in person, but have formed a connection with through my blog. For them, I want to say, you are as important to me and as loved by me as if you were a friend I saw everyday. I love you all! Thank you for being my friends.


Thanksgiving Vacation

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I am off this entire week for Thanksgiving and HRH are going to take full advantage of my warm bed and sleep in a little today.


Castaways

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Just sit right back
And you’ll hear a tale
A tale of a fateful trip,
That started from this tropic port,
Aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty sailin’ man,
The Skipper brave and sure,
Five passengers set sail that day,
For a three hour tour,
A three hour tour.

We all know this song. It’s the theme song for Gilligan’s Island. I loved this show as a kid, and I always wondered what it would be like to be stranded on that island. I think we all wish at one time or another that we could disappear to an “uncharted desert isle.” If you knew you’d be stranded on an island and could have six people with you and one item, who and what would you choose?

Number one on my list would be my “guardian accountant.” That may sound odd, but he’s also one of my best friends, and I love him dearly. He is intelligent, caring, and would make a wonderful leader, and any group would need him. Not only that, he’s lived his whole life on a tropical island, so he’d be a perfect choice.

I would also choose my best friend. She’s very resourceful, and I couldn’t do without her. That also means, I’d have to choose her husband, but he’s ex-military, so I think he’d be a good choice too. It helps that I get along well with him also. I have to say, I didn’t think she could do it, but she found herself a wonderful man.

I’d also take our art teacher at school. That might sound like an odd choice too, but she’d make everything look nice. I’m not for sure she’d survive unless we figured out how to make beer, but she’d be worth having there for entertainment value if nothing else. She’s also a very resourceful woman, so she’d be very useful. It would be up to her, if she decided to bring her husband, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing if she did. At least he has a fabulous butt to look at.

If my art teacher friend decided not to bring her husband, I would definitely bring the lady who runs the lunchroom at school. Not only is a she a master with food, and between the two of us, we’d all be well fed, she has a green thumb that would be most resourceful. Besides, she has a great wit that would keep everyone entertained, and I’m sure she’d love to escape to a tropical island.

Last but not least, I’d bring along a certain 22 year-old. I’m sure he’d be resourceful too, but I’d just prefer to frolic naked with him and have amazing sex all the time. He’s sweet, beautiful, and intelligent. What more could you ask for? Also, he makes me smile, and never fails to put me in a good mood.

Now I’d also love to bring along some of my followers, especially a Boy Scout leader who I know would be prepared for anything.

For the last thing, that one item I’d bring. I guess it’s not necessarily an item, but it is something that I couldn’t do without. I’d have to bring HRH along. She’d be lost without me, and I’d be lost without her.

So, if you knew you’d be stranded on an island and could have six people with you and one item, who and what would you choose?


A Whimsical Wednesday

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I racked my brain for a post last night, but came up with nothing. I was also incredibly sleepy. I’d dozed off twice trying to come up with a topic. So I began to browse through some picture I had found on the Internet and saved. I loved this one. It was so cute and whimsical, and you guys know how much I love cats, especially my own HRH.

I have been in an exceptionally good mood this week and last. It could be that I am finally recovering from my cold, or it could have to do with the fact that we will be out of school all of next week. It could have to do with the fact that I’ve had some wonderful conversations with friends this week, and with one friend in particular. If this friend is reading this, then he knows who he is and that he puts a smile on my face.

I hope each of you are having a wonderful week.


Flabbergasted!

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Flabbergasted! That’s what I am. Just flabbergasted!

Yesterday, I went to court for the speeding ticket that I had blogged about a month or so ago. The officer testified that he registered a gray car in the far left lane closest to the median and farthest from him. He also testified, that no cars were around me. I called my witness, who was in the car with me. She was not allowed in court during the officer’s testimony. I asked her, which lane was I in? She answered, the far right lane closest to the state trooper. I asked, how much traffic was on the road? She said cars were speeding around us. One of those cars was a gray Ford Fusion in the farthest lane over. She also testified that I was going the speed limit and that she keeps a close eye on both the speedometer and the surrounding traffic. The prosecutor made a smart ass comment about how she could see two things at once, when I reminded the judge that being able to see what was in front and around was called peripheral vision. He agreed with me. Remember, she had not heard the previous testimony and backed up everything I said. After her testimony and mine, the prosecutor called back the officer. The prosecutor, who was not the brightest bulb in the chandelier, did catch on to my line of questioning and realized that his witness had made a number of mistakes. So he asked the officer if he ever lost sight of me after he had me in his sights. The officer said he never lost sight of me. I asked him how that was possible when he was behind his vehicle and I lost sight of him. The judge agreed that there was no way he kept his eyes on me the whole time. He then asked if I wanted to testify. I said that I did, and I told my story, just as it happened. Then the judge asked if there were any further testimony or questions….

When no one had anything else to add, the judge said he found me guilty. What the hell!!! The officer was clearly unable to tell which car was which. He could not remember what lane I was in, and he lied about losing sight of me. The judge agreed with me on each and every point. So how the hell did he find me guilty? The prosecutor was able to prove nothing. I was told that I could appeal it and go before a the circuit court and receive a jury trial. If I did this though, I’d have to pay a $400 bond for the appeal. I knew I could not try this on my own in circuit court, and I couldn’t pay the $400, so I paid the $200 for the ticket and left the court.

I can’t begin to describe my disappointment in the Alabama judicial system. It was an absolute farce. It would not have mattered if I could have had Jesus Christ himself testify on my behalf, the judge would have still ruled against me.


TMI QUESTIONS: LOST AND FOUND

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Only occasionally do I answer the TMI questions from Just a Jeep Guy. Most of the time, I can only answer a few of them, but when I can answer most of them, these posts are generally fun to write. So here is my TMI: LOST AND FOUND?

1. Do you tend to lose things only to find them later?

Yes, I do. If you saw my desk at school, you would understand. I constantly lose things on my desk, only to find them later. However, it’s not just my desk. I constantly lose things and then find whatever I lost when I least expect it. The bad thing is, I usually don’t need it when I find, but then need it a few days later, only to forget where I found it.

2. Have you ever gone “shopping” in the Lost and Found?

Only for props and costumes for my Drama Club.

3. Has a dog or other pet “followed” you home?

No. I have an aunt who has had a lot of pets “follow” her home, but HRH was chosen on purpose and has made a wonderful companion.

4. How are you at finding a bargain?

I am pretty good at finding bargains. Being a poor grad student and now a teacher, I have to search for the bargains.

5. How many times have you lost your wallet?

Only twice, that I can remember. Once was in the basement of a gay bar in Florence, Italy. I was a bit to busy with “other things” to notice that it had fallen out of my pocket. Luckily, the bartender went down there with a flashlight and found it. Even more lucky, everything was still in my wallet. The other time, I didn’t actually lose it, it was stolen.

6. How do you find the time?

I just do. Sometimes, it has a lot to do with a lack of sleep. Plus, I have the philosophy, “Don’t freak out; it will all get done…eventually.”

7. Have you found your soul mate? Do you think you ever will?

I have not found my soul mate, at least as far as I know. Will I ever find him? It looks less and less likely as the years go on. I hope I will find him someday, but I will just have to wait and see. I will keep searching, nonetheless.

8. Do you have a lost love?

No, I don’t. I thought I had once, but I realized that it was just the idea that I was in love with.

9. When did you loose your innocence?

I lost my innocence the day that my best friend told me she had had sex with numerous guys. We had always said that we would save ourselves for marriage, yet she had not. I didn’t know this because she had moved away for a few years. Back before emails and cell phones (and when long distance was too expensive), we used to write each other letters. When she moved back, we were friends as if she had never left. Year, there was lots of things about her years away that she didn’t tell me until later. So when the truth came out, my innocence was lost from that point on. I did always enjoy hearing “all” the details about her various boyfriends. I think I knew the dick size of half the guys of south Alabama, LOL.

BONUS
When did you loose your virginity? How many times have you helped someone loose their’s?

When I lost my virginity to a girl, it was to the only girl I ever thought I loves. She was a bit of a tomboy and I met her when I was attending the University of Alabama for an honors program during the summer between my junior and senior year of high school. I remember we were sitting on a bench behind the business library and telling her that I wanted to ask her something. For the life of me, I do not remember what I was going to ask, but I do remember that she said, “I know what you’re going to ask.” She said that I was going to ask her to have sex. It wasn’t my intent, but I thought what the hell. It took a week or so to finally convince her, and I lost my virginity in Parker-Adams Hall at the University of Alabama.

My first time with a man was when I was 23. It was not a particularly pleasant experience, and it is not a story I want to relate. It was consensual, but a bad experience. It was the only bad sex that I have ever had though, so I think I have been pretty fortunate since.

As far as helping someone loose theirs. For sure I know that I have only twice, but there could have been a few more times. Once was with the aforementioned girl I lost my virginity too, and the other was a guy who I hooked up with.


Eclecticism

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Eclecticism: a conceptual approach that does not hold rigidly to a single paradigm or set of assumptions, but instead draws upon multiple theories, styles, or ideas to gain complementary insights into a subject, or applies different theories in particular cases.

I realize that my posts can be a bit eclectic at times. I post a Bible study each Sunday, a poem each Tuesday, and a “moment of zen” picture each Saturday. The rest of my posts can be about anything. I used to post more historically oriented posts, yet there is just so much that I can write about LGBT history without spending way too much time on this blog. After all, I do teach during the day, try to spend time working on my dissertation (maybe one day soon it will be finished), and I have, though limited as it is, a social life. So I wanted to do a post on who I am. At least, who I am intellectually.

I’m a simple history teacher, who also teaches government and English. I received my bachelor’s and master’s degrees in history (the M.A. was in American military history, believe it or not) and am currently working on my PhD in US History. I had minor fields in jurisprudence (undergrad) and gender and American literature for my graduate degrees. I have a wide range of interests. Some of them are things that I love, others are things that I wanted to understand more about myself, which leads me to the main point of this post. Some people mistake me for an English teacher, and others mistake me for a religious scholar. I’m neither. As I said, I’m simply an historian who teaches.

My posts are generally things that interest me, and I am always gratified when it interests others as well. I think that what makes a great teacher is someone who is intellectually curious and wants to share that knowledge. That might sound like I called myself a “great teacher,” I’m not. I constantly work hard to become a better teacher, but I enjoy sharing the knowledge that I have. So why do I write my posts on religion and poetry?

My posts on religion are for my study of the Bible and for those who want to go on that journey with me. I am by no means a religious scholar. I study the Bible to help me be a better person. I share these studies hoping that I will make a difference in this world, however small it may be. I know that some of my readers are not big fans of my religious posts, but I enjoy writing them. Those posts help me to deal with life. Just as hearing a sermon on Sunday morning generates warmth in my heart, so does writing my posts on religion.

As for my poetry posts, I happen to have a personal passion for poetry. I love the melodic structure of poetry and how a poem can resonate a special meaning to different people. For me, poetry is not about the literary analysis that so many people want to associate with poetry. Yes some of it does take a deeper look, just look at the poetry of Ezra Pound, some of which have so few words that each word must be dissected for its meaning. When I read poetry, I look at what it says to me, not necessarily what I am told that it is supposed to mean. Because of my love of poetry, my English students always get more poetry than they ever wanted to learn about. I often even use poetry when teaching history.

I am an eclectic person. I have always believed that a good historian has as much working knowledge of as many subjects as he or she can. Therefore, I always find it hard to find anyone to play a trivia game with me. It’s not that I am incredibly smart, but it’s that I have a wide range of trivia knowledge. It helps me make my lectures interesting, and to be able to answer questions that I get from students by using what I consider informed bullshit. I can generally come up with an answer to most question, but that does not make me an expert. There are really only two things that I would consider myself an expert on. Those two things have to do with topics of my master’s thesis and my PhD dissertation. Other than that, I am constantly adding to my repertoire of knowledge.

Anyway, that’s me, at least, the intellectual side. I don’t want to give anyone the impression that I am an expert on anything I post. I think that I am credible because I do my research on my posts, but I hate for anyone to think that I provide “the” answer for anything.

Oh, and I didn’t address my other regular feature, my “moments of zen.” Those posts are eye candy to wind down the week. Thank you all for reading my blog. I will continue to endeavor to provide you with quality posts each day.

P.S. I hope that this is not just a totally narcissistic post.


Times Have Changed

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Actually, it’s just the time that has changed, and it drives me crazy. I enjoyed having the extra hour of sleep yesterday, but I still woke up at the normal time to get ready for church. Last night my body was not used to the time change and it felt like it was so late, but it was only 9pm. I’m hoping I will get used to going to bed a bit early and thus get a better night’s sleep, but I know once I get used to the time change, then I will be back to my old schedule again. I just hope that for a few mornings that my body will think I’m sleeping late.

Maybe I will be in a better mood this week. I really wasn’t in a bad mood last week, but my students thought I was. I was a raving bitch to my students, but most of that had to do with me not wanting to deal with their attitudes anymore. This year I have more students who talk back or just refuse to stop talking and interrupting class, so I’m taking care of it once and for all. They can either learn to act like students with manners who know how to behave like a proper student, or they can spend more and more time with our headmaster. Hopefully, my students have learned their lesson, and it won’t have to be a bitch this weeks too.

Here’s hoping that we all have a wonderful week, and that the time change doesn’t mess us up too much.


The Masks We Wear

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Yesterday, I wrote about how certain people in the gay community have strict types, how they automatically reject those who don’t fit their type, and how ageism, sexism, and racism have become a part of the gay community. I find it ridiculous how as a community we reject those who don’t conform to our expectations, and this goes beyond just the gay community but to humanity as a whole. I also mentioned the “bromo” type. Coop wrote this in his comment, and I wanted to share it with those of you who might not have read the comments:

There are a lot of talking heads out in the gay community who like to chide gay men for acting too straight or (allegedly) trying to downplay the fact that they are gay by saying that they are straight acting. My first thought when I read the word “bromo” in this post was that somewhere some know-it-all will have a problem with that designation/group/ whatever you want to call it.

The thing is that we all have our prejudices, no matter how hard we work against them. I’m not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. When we chide each other for being too “straight-acting” or too “flamboyant,” we cheapen ourselves as a community. Those of us who are closeted know that we must appear straight or the rumors that you’re gay fly around like a bat out of hell. I have several close friends here and away from here who know I am gay. I even have many who suspect that I am gay, but never say so. I have different ways of acting around different people. I keep up appearances, which is part of the deception of being in the closet. I don’t like it, but it’s reality.

The point I’m trying to make is that we are all unique. Some of us are naturally flamboyant, while others may be more “straight acting” or just a “good ol’ boy” or however you want to put it. I dare not say normal because what’s normal for me is not necessarily normal for you. With that said, we all have it in us to show different personalities to different people. For all things there is a time and place. Sometimes, I can be flamboyant when I want to be, and sometimes I’m not and do my best to blend into my surroundings. It’s according to the situation. I think all gay men have it in them to be flamboyant. Sometimes it just comes out in us. I have to catch myself to keep from calling everyone “honey” or saying something is “fabulous.” I often say instead that something is “fantastic” but that can sound just as flamboyant as fabulous at times.

Anyone who says they are completely straight-acting is being ridiculous. There is nothing straight-acting about giving a blowjob unless you’re a woman. Therefore, I understand the gay pundits who rail against those who call themselves straight-acting, but I also understand why someone can describe themselves as straight-acting. No matter how much we hate labels, they are often useful.

So no matter what mask you wear, I urge you and myself to be ourselves more. We can still wear the masks that hide our sexuality, but if we hide who we truly are then we lose ourselves.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!