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I found this going through my stuff today, I'm not sure I'm entirely fond of it. I rarely write poetry for anything other than passing time so I don't mind writing bad poetry .

The Voice Behind the Door

Life pinned to a bed, is a
Peculiar joy:
Hot breath, suppressing weight,
The heartbeat rising-

KEEP IT DOWN!

Does he guess the
Source of the excitement?
Boys will be boys,
They're loud and
...

I haven't written a blog entry in a little while, so I wracked my brain to think of something interesting to write. This entry will likely be followed up soon after with another component of the Autobiography, which I've neglected for too long.

As the title says, this entry will address gay movies, mostly because it's a question I hear a lot from other gay people. Do you know any good gay movies? I love going to the cinema, and I'm fortunate enough to live in a city which has a gay ...

Along with Gore Vidal's The City and the Pillar, Baldwin's Giovanni's Room is one of the most widely read of gay literature, probably the most widely read by heterosexuals. However, it has long been a problematic text for gay readers, particularly gay African American readers.

Baldwin was actively involved with the civil rights movement, but shied away from the gay rights movement. He proudly fought along the lines of African American identity politics, was involved in forming a positive ...

Well I haven't made a blog post in a long while, so I figured it was about time to do one.

The NHL season is about to start, just got home from a pre-season game, we beat Florida 6-2, but Florida's not a very good team to begin with. So far, I'm not sure we have a team much better than last season, we'll probably make the playoffs again this season but I don't see a cup coming, even if we made it to the division semi-finals last time.

Since my surgery, I'm back at work, ...

No, this entry in my autobiography is not about the influence Yentl and Barbra Streisand have had on my life. Jun's recent blog post on her father reminded me that I haven't posted to my autobiography in a little while. So, as a self-identified trend following conformist, this entry will address my father.

My father was born in South Eastern rural Quebec, a little bit North of the Vermont border, sometime in the 1940s. He grew up on a large dairy farm, on land my family had owned ...