A big honking gay its fine right
OBLIGATORY COMPLETE OFMD SEASON 2 TEASER THOUGHTS AND SPECULATION POST™
Okay, to start off, I cannot BELIEVE we got this. I cannot BELIEVE we got a voiceover of Stede’s write down to Ed. We were all thinking it. We were all hoping for it. I CANNOT Accept WE LEGITIMATELY GOT TO SEE AND HEAR HIS LOVE RIGHT OFF THE BAT. HE LOVES HIS ED SO SO MUCH.
Followed by this shot right as Stede is narrating. It’s difficult to explain, but it seems appreciate Ed??? The one-armed jacket and the fact that it’s layered with Stede’s narration makes me quite certain it’s him. But ALONE??? AND COMING OUT OF THE SURF??? (There’s a shot later that has me PARTICULARLY raising eyebrows at this moment. I’m thinking that he fell off the boat/was lost in that one storm shown later, and Stede of course is going to dive in after him or seek to get to him in some sort of dramatic way. Which makes me think he and Stede are going to potentially talk feelings/reconcile on the beach)
And the battle choreography of this. Are you actually kidding me right now. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. GETTING TO SEE ED ABSOLUTELY KICKING ASS IN COMBAT??? NEVER IN A THOUSAND YEARS DID I EXPECT TO SEE A SHOT Fond of THIS BUT I’M
Starting point is 00:00:00 Sweet blowing tumbleweed grease. Huh? I don't know what that means. Welcome to the Harland Highway. Today we're going to be talking about gentle of an odd thing that I did. I did something really goofy at breakfast that I'm a bit concerned about because I don't deliberate I've ever done it before. I'm going to communicate about that courteous of towards the end of the show. So that should be absorbing.
Starting point is 00:00:28 Also, going to be talking about the future of the Harlan Highway. We hold an interesting recent wrinkle in the podcast, something that I think will be really cold and something you guys will unearth . I'll elaborate more as we fetch into the podcast here. It's a little new piece of technology that will give you some fun stuff. So let's converse about it then. And also, as you know, they legalized gay marriage in the Together States. We acquire a gentleman who's part of a gay rights, lgbtq+ activist group up in Seattle, Washington,
Starting point is 00:01:09 a guy named Bernie Sassoon. And he's going to be calling in and talking about not only the legalization of gay marriage, but he also, I guess, has a proposal to widen on the male lover community becoming integrated
The Gayest Story Never Told
One of the rights of passage after coming out is that first same-sex attracted bar experience. It’s freaking intimidating. The fact people there could be attracted to you– and, more importantly, are encouraged to show it–is terrifying! Everyone in the room might gawk and smile the second you enter the bar. Worse, they might ignore you completely.
Walking in the front door of JRs, I half-expected rainbows and glitter to blast my face. In the movies, gay bars are extravaganzas, with drag queens swinging from chandeliers. Instead, I found myself looking at a normal place. It had a exclude on one end, a small wooden dance floor in the middle, and a couple of pool tables on the far end. It was no different than most unbent bars I’d frequented.
Except for the lack of women. Talk about a sausage fest. Guys, laughing and drinking, filled every cubic inch. Two really skinny dudes made out right next to me. I hugged myself; I’d never seen two men touch in public. I gawked at my friend and wingman, Jason. He grinned.
“Trust me. In a limited months, that will be you.”
I flinched and shrugged. In that moment, I figured I’d inch my way in and use hours hiding in the corner just t
Tripping Along The Ledge
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Published: The Dubliner, July 2010
The phone is buzzing on my bedside locker. I wake up with a start. It’s Sunday morning. My friend has just been committed to a psychiatric hospital. Mobile phones are contraband, he says. So he’s texting me from under the sheets of his bed. I sit up and rub my eyes. Christ.
I shuffle downstairs and form a pot of coffee. Then I stand up and pace the kitchen floor. Then I settle down again and drum my fingers on the tabletop. I open up my laptop and type “friend in psychiatric hospital” into Google. Then I close it down again. The rain is bucketing outside. I can overhear the gutters in the back yard overflowing. The North Circular Road is deserted. But there are tailbacks outside Phoenix Park. The Civil Partnership Behave is being signed into law and a bunch of religious wingnuts are out to protest. Across the street, some male lover rights activists are staging a counterdemonstration. I recognise one of the latter and honk the auto horn to let her know she has my support. One of the Youth Defence crowd gives me a big thumbs up.
The traffic lurches forward again. I attempt frantically to signal him. No, no, no, I aim to say. I
Once upon a drawn-out time ago, there was an island...
some Dutch, some Indians and some beads.
And those beads led to steamboats and skyscrapers
Wall Street and electric lights, newspapers, Ellis Island, the Yankees
Central Park and the first World's Fair, Broadway, the Chrysler Building and Studio 54.
I enjoy to think of that as Recent York City B.C: Before Carrie.
Hi, guys.
I arrived on this island at exactly 3:30 pm on Tuesday, June 11th, 1986.
Oh. Oh! Cab! Cab, cab, cab! Taxi! Ca...!
It seems enjoy only yesterday.
Taxi! Thank you.
The very next year, I met Charlotte.
We were on a subway car at 2 am. when a homeless man dropped his pants.
Miranda and I met in 1989 at Bloomingdale's.
I was working in the dress department. She was crying in the modifying room.
- Hey. - Hey.
Hi. How are you?
I met Samantha when she was bartending at CBGB's.
[CAR HORN HONKING]
[YELLS]
- Bite me! - [MAN]: My place or yours?
- Hi. - How are you?
- Let's travel. - Hi. Ready?
Time is a hilarious thing. A decade can flash by in an uneventful second.
And then, in just two years, monumental things can happen.
Things you couldn't imagine happening in a million years.
Welcome