A gay actor / director / fundraiser / cabaret singer / lesbian-esque guitar player from the hills of East Tennessee, living in Chicago and looking for... wait... what is it I'm looking for again?
It's been almost 50 years since "It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's Superman" did to showtunes what "Catwoman" and "Judge Dredd" did to motion pictures, but for all my misgivings (and I have and have had SEVERAL), something makes me feel giddy inside and has me believing that Taymor might actually pull it off.
Or maybe I just want to wear this Swiss Miss costume. Yeah, that's really what's making me all tingly inside.
I've done it. I've found him. I've found my next boyfriend!
I haven't met him yet, have no idea where he lives, and there's the slight problem that he's straight, but I'm confident that a Google search and multiple shots of Grand Marnier will take care of those issues in no time.
This is Bo. Or as he has been nicknamed, "Bo the Bailer." I imagine / hope he's as young and dumb (and full of... well... you know...) as he seems in the video, because, when a foul ball came flying towards Bo and his girlfriend (his FORMER girlfriend, I might add), Bo bailed. And this lovely woman was hit by the ball.
But for me, the young and dumb part of Bo trumps any bailing he could ever do to me.
Besides, I don't have a problem with balls hitting me. Foul or otherwise.
Take the cast members from "The Kids in the Hall," dress them up like former child beauty pageant contestants a la "Toddlers & Tiaras" and have them join my boyfriend Joel McHale on "The Soup" and you have my idea of Heaven.
From what I can tell from this picture taken during the filming of "Giant," James Dean apparently thought that Rock Hudson needed a good cock-punching.
Now, to be sure, Rock probably enjoyed getting his cock punched by Jimmie Dean. Hell, Rock probably asked for it. Okay, begged for it. I know I would have. If that punch was aimed at my backside instead of my front, that is.
But most men probably doesn't appreciate a hard fist slamming into and around a bulging package. So, let's play a little game.
It's called "Who Do You Think Needs a Good Cock-Punching Right Now?"
So, tell me. Who would you push to the front of the line if someone was offering free and painful cannonballs to the cock?
Mel Gibson, Dick Cheney and every executive at BP start my list. But again, Darth Cheney would probably enjoy it. Seriously. He's probably laugh and start begging for a harder cock-punching.
The goofiness... The square-jawed, white-slits-for-eyes face in a Bat-cowl... The Batmobile with a Bat-face hood ornament bigger than the Boy Wonder...
The first Bat-Girl, a tennis pro turned superhero... The first Batwoman, who used cosmetic compacts to fight crime, and was introduced simply to make the relationship between Batman and Robin appear less like the NAMBLA love story that it actually is...
And of course, Ace the Bat-Hound. A dog. In a mask. With a Bat-symbol around his neck. Hung there to scare the bad guys, I suppose. Because, as Bruce Wayne said, "Criminals are a superstitious and cowardly lot."
Over the years, Ace has come and gone, but until today, I don't think we knew he could sing. I mean, really sing.
Here Ace as a pug singing the theme song to the 60's Batman TV show. If this doesn't cure what ails you, nothing will.
A couple of quick questions before I go put on all white (with no underwear) to stand and watch the parade in the rain:
A) Since the U.S. is a republic, not a democracy, why are laws being passed by ballot initiative? Oh, that's right. So that the majority can deny the minority their equal rights.
B) Huckabee reads the articles in those gay rags put out by The Edge?!? Does he "read" the Undergear catalog too?
Happy Pride, everyone.
While we enjoy today, take time to remember that it ain't over.
And also remember that, for the most part, it has been the drag queens, nellie fags and bull dykes who have pushed this movement forward from it's birth at Stonewall till this very day, so if anyone says anything about anyone flaunting it, camping it or bearing their breasts, tell them I said to fuck off and get in the back of the line. 'Nuff said.
If Charles Nelson Reilly was still with us and worked for the airlines...
Dear God...
Since it's been so long since my last post, I thought I might bridge the gap with a post similar to the last one.
I've done it. I've found him. I've found my next boyfriend!
My buddy Kevin at The Lisp knows how to make an overly stressed, over-worked, bald homo-fanboy feel better..
We've waited a long time for it, but it's here...
From what I can tell from this picture taken during the filming of "Giant," James Dean apparently thought that Rock Hudson needed a good cock-punching. 
I've always had a little soft spot for the 50's comic book Batman.
Finally, the wait is over!
Finally...
