The undies below are my current favorites. The fit is perfect. Can you guess which ones I’m wearing today?
Moment of Zen: Underwear
TGIF
Last night, I had a (sort of) date. I met a guy on Grindr who genuinely interested in being friends. He’s a new grad student at a nearby college. He’s there for a graduate degree in writing and publishing and is from the Middle East. He is a very sweet guy. He’s a poet. Anyway, we went to dinner and then over to the college to listen to a lecture by a children’s author. He will be here for four months then home for summer and then back in the fall. If nothing else, he will be a good friend to go have dinner and such with. It will be nice to have someone to do things with and explore with.
Are you wondering what the above picture has to do with this post. Well they are looking out he window. Looking toward the future, which is what I’m doing.
Boring
Last night, I fell asleep waiting for the State of the Union, Obama’s last one, to begin. First of all let me say, I hate the State of the Union Address. There is far too much political posturing. Speechwriter spit pauses in the speech so people know when to stand a clap. All that standing and sitting has to be annoying. And then there is the opposition party, who sits there looking, for the most part, like someone just stole their favorite toy. Every once in a while the president says something that everyone has to agree on, such as, “Our military is wonderful!” and everyone stands and applauds. If I were giving a State of the Union Address, I would begin by asking everyone to remain seated and hold their applause throughout the speech, and when they ignored that like most people do when similar requests are made, I’d chastise the audience. I would explain that the average American does not enjoy sitting and watching half the chamber sitting and sulking while the other half is giving a standing ovation. It’s just silly political posturing and I wouldn’t have it. We are all going to know what the opposition party thinks when they deliver their response, and we will know what everyone else thinks when they talk about it the next day. I wouldn’t want applauded just to stroke my own ego.
With that being said, I missed the first 20 minutes because I fell asleep, then I watched it for about 45 minutes before I got so bored and disgusted by the behavior of Congress that I turned it off and went to bed. I’d stayed up late the night before and I have an earlier than usual day today. (Staff in-service: woo-hoo. Note the sarcasm there.) By the way, does anyone else agree with me that Paul Ryan looks like a smug bastard. Boehner was bad enough, but he always just looked constipated during the State of the Union, and Nancy Pelosi before them looked bored. Joe Biden mouth and facial muscles must hurt by the end because of all the smiling he does. Dick Cheney never smiled at the State of the Union. Wait, was Cheney allowed out of his secure secret undisclosed location to attend the State of the Union? I guess he was, I don’t remember that seat being empty.
By the way, did anyone notice that Obama went with a red and white tie instead of the obligatory democratic blue tie. Maybe he’s just an Alabama fan and wanted to show his support for the national championship that they just won in football, though I can’t imagine that he had an orange and purple tie for if Clemson won. I’m going with that he’s an Alabama fan.
Roll Tide Roll!
Yea, Alabama! Drown ’em Tide!
Every ‘Bama man’s behind you,
Hit your stride.
Go teach the Bulldogs to behave,
Send the Yellow Jackets to a watery grave.
And if a man starts to weaken,
That’s a shame!
For Bama’s pluck and grit have
Writ her name in Crimson flame.
Fight on, fight on, fight on men!
Remember the Rose Bowl, we’ll win then.
Go, roll to victory,
Hit your stride,
You’re Dixie’s football pride,
Crimson Tide, Roll Tide, Roll Tide!!
Hey Clemson!
Hey Clemson!
Hey Clemson!
We just beat the hell out of you!
Rammer Jammer, Yellowhammer,
give ’em hell, Alabama!
A Brother Blog
Our blog friend John has started a new blog. Some of you may have known him through “Behind the Mask,” but he said that he didn’t like the name nor could he ever get going with that blog. The new blog is what I’m calling a “brother blog.” Cities have sister cities and ships have sister ships, but since both my blog and his are both run by men, I decided that brother blog was a more appropriate term.
John asked me for suggestions for the name of his new blog. I’ve never been very inventive or much of a wordsmith, though I love plays on words and puns, I’m not good at it. A blog name should speak something about you. The title “The Closet Professor” fit me because I was a teacher and in many rural areas, even high school teachers used to be known as professor. Plus, when I was teaching college, “The Professor” was a nickname some of my friend gave me. While it doesn’t necessarily fit me now, I’m not going to change it. It’s who I am in the blog world and what I will remain for the foreseeable future.
Back to blog names…Some are inventive play on words, such as Michael’s “In Dodd We Trust” or mystery writer Greg Herren’s “Queer and Loathing in America.” Others are pretty straight forward such as “BosGuy” or “daninokc.” Both are simple but effective. Some of them can even use archaic words to give a subtlety to their title, such as one NSFWish pictorial blog about butts I know called “Callipygian Male” (Callipygian meaning “having well-shaped buttocks”) or another NSFWish blog, “Salmagundi” (Salmagundi means “a general mixture; a miscellaneous collection). As much as I might try, I am just not that clever with words, so my titles have always been boring. However, I have always liked the title “The Closet Professor” and when asked about a blog title, my response was, “Well, you could always be my brother blog and name it ‘The Closet Preacher?'” To my astonishment, John liked the idea.
So my first in what maybe one day will become a family of blogs, “The Closet Preacher” was born. So what is “The Closet Preacher” about? Duh, John is a closeted preacher, lol. But to be more serious, “The Closet Preacher” is a blog where John shares his life and research with the world. He write anonymously, of course, because he is gay and closeted.
Here is what he says in his “About Me” page:
My name is John. I am an ordained minister in the Church of God. I serve a growing congregation in the Southeastern United States, where I was raised. I have preached since I was eighteen years old and I have worked as a youth pastor, associate pastor, and, now, pastor, totaling eight years of experience.
I enjoy cooking, reading, traveling, and visiting historical sites, graveyards, and museums. I am fanatical about Ole Miss Football and Duke Basketball. I frequent small barbecue joints and guzzle very sweet tea. I like midnight driving with the windows down. And, Dave Matthews is my favorite band.
I have known I was gay since middle school and I am proud to be gay. But, I am forced to live deep in the closet, for the moment, because of my vocation.
His first blog post is a beautiful devotional. I hope that you will go check out his blog.
WWJD?
Once again this week, I turn to the generosity of Michael Dodd to provide the weekly devotional. I have been talking to and counseled by a very dear friend of mine, who is a preacher in Alabama, and he has helped me in getting my faith back. I’m still not ready to write a devotional yet, but soon I think I will be.
Some years ago when I was visiting my parents, my young niece was there wearing a woven anklet with the initials WWJD on it. I asked her if she knew what they stood for.
“What would Jesus do?” she replied promptly, smiling up into my face. Then she looked down at the anklet for a moment and turned a puzzled look on me. “What does that mean?” she asked.
Obviously the anklet was more a fashion statement than a religious statement for her at that age. The question she asked, however, was a profound one: What does it mean to ask what Jesus would do?
I suspect some of the people behind the marketing of WWJD jewelry and accessories may have only been asking how much they could make financially, but behind it no doubt lay a sincere wish to find a simple way of calling people – young people, in particular – to reflect on their behavior in the light of the behavior of Jesus.
In this, they were continuing the tradition found all the way back in Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians: “Imitate me, as I imitate Christ.” (I Corinthians 11:1) In other places, the context makes clear that imitation of Christ is also meant: “Become imitators of us and of the Lord.” (I Thessalonians 1:6); “Therefore be imitators of God.” (Ephesians 5:1) And, of course, one of history’s most popular books of Christian devotion bears the very title The Imitation of Christ.
John of the Cross in his Ascent of Mount Carmel, offers this advice to the person seeking union with God:
First, have habitual desire to imitate Christ in all your deeds by bringing your life into conformity with his. You must then study his life in order to know how to imitate him and behave in all events as he would.
Ascent of Mount Carmel I,13, 3
I would like to point out something that may be easy for believers to overlook in this advice. John says we “must study his life in order to know how to imitate him and behave in all events as he would.” That seems straightforward and points us toward the Gospels, the word of God. And clearly we must turn to the Gospels as our primary source for understanding the life of Jesus.
Yet there is a danger that we need to beware. Sometimes we unconsciously fall into the error of thinking that the Word did not become flesh so much as that the Word became text. We do not turn our gaze upon the living person of Jesus but upon the text of scripture. And we easily think that the particular translation that we have before us or that we prefer is the fullness of the word of God.
It is not so simple. There is an Eastern story about the spiritual master warning his disciples not to mistake the finger pointing at the moon for the moon itself. Even the inspired text points beyond itself.
John of the Cross talks about focusing on the life of Jesus. To me, this means that we gaze upon the living Jesus, not the words about Jesus. God’s Word became flesh, not text. When we focus only on the words about Jesus we can let ourselves be led astray. If you think I exaggerate, reflect on the tragic divisions within the Christian community that are due to different interpretations of biblical texts. We need to contemplate what Jesus did and learn the lessons contained in his example.
So What Would Jesus DO?
Michael Dodd
Michael Dodd has written and lectured about Carmelite spirituality and history for over twenty years. His work has appeared in publications in the United States, Europe and Africa. He is the author of The Dark Night Murders: A Fray John of the Cross Mystery and Jerome Gratian: Treatise on Melancholy. The above devotional is from his book Elijah and the Ravens of Carith: A Twenty-First Century Reflection in a Medieval Carmelite Mode, which can be purchased on Amazon.com in paperback for $9.95.
Moment of Zen: A Nice Chest
Smooth, hairy, or in between,
tattooed or pierced,
I love a man with a beautiful chest.
They are the pillows God gave us
to lay our heads and
hear our lover’s heartbeat.
Off Day
I’m not taking off a day from work, just from blogging. This cold is still kicking my butt, but hopefully it is getting better. So I’m leaving you with some pictures of the beautiful Mr. Colton Haynes.
Nudity in Vermont
I don’t think anyone would disagree that Vermont is an interesting state. There are many interesting facts about Vermont. On is that, in Vermont, it’s legal to be naked in public, but it’s illegal to get naked there. Vermonters can let it all hang out outdoors — provided “it” was already hanging out when they left their home, car or place of employment. The actual shedding of garments al fresco exposes the perpetrator not only to the elements but also to the risk of prosecution for lewd and lascivious conduct.
Legally, the distinction between garden-variety nude sunbathing and raincoat-clad flashing has much to do with what offends the public’s “sense of decency, propriety and morality.” That standard was established in 1846, when the Vermont Supreme Court was asked to decide, in State v. Millard, whether one J. Millard of Orleans County was guilty of lewd and lascivious conduct after he repeatedly “exposed his private parts” to several people “with intent to incite in their minds lewd and unchaste desires and inclinations.” Prudently, the court determined that Millard wasn’t a nudist but a pervert.
The legal threshold for bringing an L&L charge for public nudity, or even the lesser one of disorderly conduct, has evolved over time. In the early 1970s, just as hippies and back-to-the-landers were arriving in the Green Mountain State, the state police asked then-Chittenden County state’s attorney Patrick Leahy to weigh in on what Leahy called the “time-honored practice of unclothed swimming, known colloquially as ‘skinny-dipping.'” After one overzealous prosecutor sparked public outrage by jailing a man for swimming au naturel in a river, the cops expressed confusion as to the appropriate response to birthday-suit bathers. In response, Leahy penned a somewhat tongue-in-cheek missive to “any law-enforcement officer so lacking in other criminal matters to investigate, so as to have time to investigate this currently popular subject.”
“I was originally disinclined to slow the crime-fighting operation of the Chittenden County State’s Attorney’s Office long enough to issue a memorandum of such minuscule moment,” Leahy wrote in his July 7, 1971, memo. But after “researching the issue” — mostly by consulting colleagues and reviewing “old Norman Rockwell paintings thoughtfully resurrected by the ACLU, showing such activities taking place allegedly in Vermont” — Leahy determined that “most Vermonters I’ve talked to have engaged in such scandalous activity at some time in their life (with the exception of a couple I didn’t believe, who claimed to have done so in May in Vermont).”
Ultimately, Leahy advised that while nude bathing was unacceptable in certain public areas — such as Burlington’s North Beach, where local ordinance specifically bans it — it was fine on private land out of public view. As for semi-secluded areas, Leahy determined that nudity is acceptable “if no member of the public present is offended, no disorderly conduct has taken place.” But if said nakedness doth offend, Leahy advised the cops to ask the skinny-dippers to get dressed or face a ticket.
In later years, that standard for police involvement eroded to the point where the mere public airing of one’s privates no longer qualified as a potential violation. Throughout the 1980s and ’90s, several parks and beaches around Vermont became hangouts for those who enjoy in-the-buff recreation. One such spot is the Ledges, a clothing-optional swimming hole on Wilmington’s Harriman Reservoir. In the late 1990s, as the Ledges grew in popularity, it began attracting unwanted scrutiny, drawing complaints about discarded condoms, sex in the woods and the occasional “bush-whacker,” aka public masturbator.
Though such incidents were rare, in June 2001 the Wilmington Selectboard decided to just say no. In a four-to-one vote, the board enacted the Wilmington Public Indecency Ordinance. It was spearheaded by the aptly named Margaret Frost, a grandmother who owned a cabin on the reservoir and described herself as affronted by the full-frontal nudity on view. According to an October 2002 New Yorker story about the dustup, Frost’s cabin was about 200 yards from the nearest full Monty, leading one to suppose she had a fine pair of binoculars for viewing the, um, wildlife. The following year, a citizens’ group called Friends of the Ledges drew on support from several nationwide “naturist” groups and rallied enough public support to overturn the ban. Today, the Ledges remains one of the best-known clothing-optional parks in New England.
A more successful effort to strip away the right to bare asses was mounted in Brattleboro in August 2006, after some local residents complained about teens publicly airing their privates downtown. A year later, the town selectboard passed a no-nudity ordinance, which drew international media coverage.
Nevertheless, by the mid-2000s, mass displays of public nakedness were, if not commonplace in Vermont, at least tolerated. Beginning in 1996, the University of Vermont supported its students’ annual Naked Bike Ride, held each semester at midnight on the last day of classes. UVM officially sanctioned the rides until November 2011, when then-interim president John Bramley sent out a campus-wide email saying the school would no longer pony up the $17,000 needed to cover barricades, lights, private security guards, campus police and other event costs.
In his message, Bramley cited safety concerns resulting from past rides, including incidences of sexual assault, overconsumption of alcohol and bicycle-related injuries, which presumably included excessive chafing. Despite Bramley’s bum steer, the nude ride still happens, with participation contingent on the temperature.
Source: WTF: Why Is Public Nudity Legal in Vermont But Public Disrobing Isn’t?




















