April 2005 Archives

Hey, it's not too late to put a poem on your blog! This one's dedicated to Brad Michael Hunter. I wish I had the chance to get to know him better ...

In the darkness, fuck me now

In the darkness, fuck me now.
speak not, for the rustling of white linen
will make music,
and the occasional zooming of cars
below, will add to the rhapsody
and as silence, deep and pregnant, settles
in our ears (taking us beyond lust's ocean roar),
we will drift on our minds' eternal sea.
falling stars will be our witness. the wetness
of my loins proclaims the rite.
i am pinioned in your arms. silent, and hard breathing.
each breathing creating galaxies; where unnamed
children call me god—
and shout in their private gloom, as I do:
fuck me now.

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Gallerist Jen Bekman asks the questions, we hot shots give the answers - starting with ... me! Come see us next Thursday, 6pm!

Okay, enough about me! Here's another beautiful guy! And here's another, waxing poetic about the beauty and sustenance of gratitude. His other, another, uncovers. Here's another, making me realize that I know nothing about Allen Ginsburg. Speaking of poetry, this great guy suggests a Poem On Your Blog this weekend.

And this morning on the way to work, another Black gay man made me feel really beautiful. Thank you.

I just found out that I'm one of 10 photographers who have won Jen Bekman Gallery's first Hey, Hot Shot! photo competition! Join the gallery's mailing list and visit jenbekman.com for more info! YAY!

Recently I've observed four people pass on from this life: Nicole duFresne, Rashawn Brazell, Terri Schiavo and Karol Jozef Wojtyla (better known as Pope John Paul II). All from different walks of life, all at different stages of their lives. One brutally shot in the street at 28, another murdered and horrificly dismembered at 19, another removed from life support at 41 and another after a lengthy illness at 84. Of course, I've witnessed different reactions to each of these people leaving this plane of existence, admittedly with some bitterness. As a Black gay man, I contend with seeing Rashawn's death marginalized almost into obscurity as sympathies and respect are paid in widely varying amounts to Nicole, Terri and, of course, the Pope.

A couple of days ago, someone from Blue Note Records told me that legendary entertainer Lena Horne (IMDB link) is ill. They are preparing Seasons Of A Life, a project that features a mix of studio and live performances from 1994-2000. This will be her final recording and will be released later this month. Let's send some love and light her way.

Angela Davis mentioned Lena in a recent interview, saying:

We'd all look for pictures of certain individuals. We'd cut out pictures of Lena Horne and (Nobel Peace Prize winner) Ralph Bunche and paste them to cardboard. Sometimes I have nightmares that I'm back in my childhood again and I have to cut out pictures of Condoleezza Rice.