The End of Love Affair

It’s so sad that my love affair has now officially come to an end.

It was rumored for years that my beloved didn’t want my love or my support.

Sadly, today… it was proven.

Chick-fil-a came out and proudly said they are pro-family, pro-traditional marriage, and has no problem saying their chicken is not the gay.

Read http://www.ajc.com/news/chick-fil-a-president-1480243.html.

I do love my chick-fil-a sandwich. I do love the great customer service, I do love the barbecue and Polynesian sauces, and I do love the great cow mascot commercials, but I will kill that cow dead before I support him again!

My coins will not got to support any one who feels I should be denied basic American civil liberties. 

Jack'd killed the ATL Club Scene?

Atlanta has changed so much in my ten years here… To be honest, Atlanta has changed immensely since I started this blog six years ago. Sadly, I cannot say all of the changes are for the best.

Six years ago, I had to fight to get from one house party to the next. And each party was quality! Great food, plenty of drinks…

Today, house parties are in short supply.

Additionally, Atlanta was a city known for club life. Ten years ago, there was a nightspot for each night of the week.

Saturday belonged to Traxx.

Sunday was a choice between Chaparral and the Lion’s Den.

Monday was the Monday Night Show with the Star’s of the Century.

Tuesday also belonged to Traxx.

Wednesday was the Marq.

Thursday was Bulldawgs.

Fridays was Colors.

Today, as shocking as it is, there is no Saturday nightclub for men of color in the A.

How did it come to this?

The economy has killed the house party scene and social networking has put clubs out of business.

Why spend money on an outfit, entry, and drinks to meet a good jump off when Grindr and jack’d put the men right at your fingertips?

New York Times' Review of Frank Ocean's Channel Orange

It is okay to be gay but is it profitable?

As most readers know, I live for Sunday’s New York Times and yesterday’s issue contained a review of Ocean’s forthcoming album Channel Orange.

I was pleasantly surprised that the review made no mention of his sexuality. That is exactly how it is supposed to be.

Ocean should not be defined by his sexuality but by his artistry.

I don’t  know, however, if many straight hip hop fans will support his work.

As for me and my purse, however, multiple copier will be purchased.

To read the review of Channel Orange, check out: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/07/08/arts/music/frank-oceans-channel-orange.html?_r=1

Warm it up with...

A Snowy Night…

It is snowing hard and heavy outside. I am curled up on the coach, ipad in hand, a bowl of chili and cheese, watching Housewives of Atlanta. Like many queers, I love this show. I watch it every Sunday, while DVRing Brothers and Sisters. Atlanta, however, is not my favorite Housewives cast. I LOVE New York the most. I hope the new season is still good without Bethany.


I am so disappointed that the Colts are out of the playoffs, but luckily fellow blogger Raw Daddy gave me some photos to ease my pain. Check his blog out at http://rawleatherdaddy.blogspot.com/?zx=ef0276445dd94752.
Now, I am all about the Patriots. Yes, I forever love Atlanta, but I am not a fan of the Falcons. Since the Mick Vick Dog Eating incident and the team’s absolute condemnation of him, I lost my love for this franchise. This year will belong to Tom Brady and the Patriots!


Today, I finally got into Rupaul’s Drag Race. A marathon has been on all day. I am in love with Tyra Sanchez. She is beautifully delicious.

I am getting ready to read Jonathan Franzen’s Freedom. Anyone read this? Any thoughts?

Did you read it, yet?

Each day, like some of you, I read blog after blog. While I often lack the time to post or reply to many, I have decided to post a blog of the week each Thursday. The blog of this week is Immanuel’s Confessions of a Downlow Brother. His most recent blog, located at http://downlowconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/01/tale-of-two-drug-users.html, provided an insight look into a world I have often heard of but never experienced.

Something Beautiful to Start the New Year...

Pablo Neruda's "Ode to the Past"

Time
is divided into two rivers:
one
flows backward, devouring
life already lived;
the other
moves forward with you
exposing
your life.
For a single second
they may be joined.
Now.
This is that moment,
the drop of an instant
that washes away the past.
It is the present.
It is in your hands.
Racing, slipping,
tumbling like a waterfall.
But it is yours.
Help it grow
with love, with firmness
with stone and flight...