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Glazed in Man Sweat

Posted on February 23rd, 2007 by April.
Categories: Gender, Ignorant, Sex.

hate |hāt|
verb [ trans. ]
feel intense or passionate dislike for (someone) : the boys hate each other | he was particularly hated by the extreme right.

The other day, I posted the video of George Tekei taking a shot at the ignorant statement made by former NBA All-Star player Tim Hardaway.  George illustrated he was the better man.  Choosing to have a bit of fun at Hardaway’s expense has the Intertubes a buzz, laughing at Sulu’s pwnage of the jackass.

Even those normally less supportive of gay issues have given George props.  A "gay dudes gross me out" coworker of mine yes not everyone in San Francisco waves a rainbow flag, sent me an e-mail - and I quote… "you have to see this video of Sulu giving Hardaway the total smack-down… it’s hilarious, funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time.  Hardaway is Sulu’s bitch!"

Why?  Mr. Tekei stood up to the bully, spanked him on national television, made Hardaway look stupid, and became the clear winner in the court of public opinion.

I try to choose my words carefully.  To me, hate is a very strong word and expresses pretty intense feelings.  Rarely do I use the word and when I have, I’ll often retract it before I’ve finished the sentence.

[editors note: while writing this post, I did remember using the word hate while discussing taste of beets yesterday.  That's a good example, I think beets taste like dirt, but I'll cook them for someone else and I've used beet juice to dye pasta... I dislike beets, I don't hate them.]

Hardaway’s use of the word ‘hate’ made it easy to tease him and left little room for people to feel any empathy.  If he just stated disproval of gay sex, said gay people made him uncomfortable, or made him nervous to be around, it would be much easier for people to have sympathy for him.  Many people still feel uncomfortable being around someone who’s gay or seeing someone do something gay - two gay men, OK… two gay men holding hands, creeps them out.  But hate?  No, that’s area reserved for wackos like Rev. Phelps.

Hardaway is a bigot.  He’s ignorant and was foolish enough to express that ignorance publicly.  The outburst ended his career with the Continental Basketball Association, any future appearances in NBA events and could likely limit any future opportunities in coaching or media.  There is a chance if he’d try to make amends, work past his ignorance, that he could be welcomed back in front of the public… maybe on Fox News [sic].

But there is another kind of bigot, one far worse then Hardaway.  These bigot’s are too smart to come right out and say something so foolish as Hardaway did, but what they do say is just as ugly and hateful.  More distressing still, this group of bigots try - often successfully - to express their bigotry in a way as to sound reasonable or couched behind a question… they won’t say "let’s put the fags in jail", but they’ll ask "should we do something to protect the children?"

This second group also has little problem finding media outlets from which to point a finger, demean, and vociferate ideas that anyone different or having views outside their own, are somehow a threat. 

I might have some hope for people like Hardaway, but this second group deserves no sympathy.  They only wish to limit expression, impose their views and beliefs on others, eliminate reasonable debate, and only further reduce, what little of it remains, civil public discourse.

Michael Medved sits proudly within this group.

His column on February 21, spewed out a volume of crap like an olestra fueled nightmare:

"Tim Hardaway (and most of his former NBA teammates) wouldn’t welcome openly gay players into the locker room any more than they’d welcome profoundly unattractive, morbidly obese women. I specify unattractive females because if a young lady is attractive (or, even better, downright “hot”) most guys, very much including the notorious love machines of the National Basketball Association, would probably welcome her joining their showers. The ill-favored, grossly overweight female is the right counterpart to a gay male because, like the homosexual, she causes discomfort due to the fact that attraction can only operate in one direction. She might well feel drawn to the straight guys with whom she’s grouped, while they feel downright repulsed at the very idea of sex with her."

Shakespeare’s Sister posted the appropriate response:

"Thirdly, I love the presupposition that fat chicks and gay dudes automatically want to fuck NBA players, and that NBA players are so insecure that even if someone to whom they weren’t attracted was in their vicinity, they couldn’t begin to function. In fact, I just love the entire idea of straight men who are made uncomfortable by the mere presence of someone wanting to fuck them whom they don’t want to fuck. All I can say is that these assholes would crumple if they had to spend a week as a woman, getting chatted up, having their space invaded, being subjected to unwanted touching, and all other manner of unsubtle displays of attraction by, well, them. It’s precisely the kind of drooling, moronic Neanderthals who proffer asinine arguments like this one that have the least compunction about aggressive horniness—which is, I suppose, why they can’t imagine that there exist people who, even if they are attracted to someone, don’t feel compelled to practically hump his or her leg to show it."

The Rude Pundit tries to get Medved out of the shower:

"The very idea of this skeeves the fuck out of Medved, a man whose balls are so filled with unejaculated semen that it looks like he has cantaloupes in his pants. Medved says, "[M]any (if not most) Americans no doubt share his instinctive reluctance to share showers and locker rooms with open homosexuals." If this led to a larger discussion about sexual desire and irrational fears that lead to prejudice, it’d be fine. But, no, Medved wants to stay in the dripping wet shower room with the large, nude men, many of whom so tower over Medved that they could use his head as a nutrest."

Firedoglake asks Medved to stop sniffing jock straps and pay attention:

"Wow.  The staggering misogyny of this premise frankly deserves its own post.  I mean, it’s downright breathtaking how many of his own personal issues Medved lays bare with this analogy.  Apparently to him the only thing as repulsively un-fuckable as a dirty faggot is a fat woman.  As if fat women are somehow the antithesis of desirability because they don’t look like a bunch of pole-dancing blow-up dolls.  Ah, the NeoCon mind, where no matter what time of the day or night it is, somewhere in there, a monkey is washing a cat."

Pandagon expands our view:

"You can sense Medved protectively grabbing his ‘nads. Hardaway may be revolted, but what about “the distraction” faced by all the closeted gay colleagues who played alongside him or on other teams? He’s ok with that? Despite the “male bonding” through collective homophobia in the forms of manly joking and banter, these closeted players, because of people like Hardaway, suffered in silence, yet still performed their jobs on the court each game."

As a final note, who would want to have sex with this jackass anyway?

Links

Home Page: George Takei
StarTrek:  Hikaru Sulu

Wikipedia: Tim Hardaway
Wikipedia: Hikaru Sulu
Wikipedia: Continental Basketball Association

-April

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Feel the Beat

Posted on August 25th, 2006 by April.
Categories: Fun, Music, Sex, Technology, iPod.

Music has always been something I’ve found to be an important aspect of my life. From the first grade until graduating high school, I was a member of school orchestras, jazz and marching bands, sang in several choirs and a cast member in two musicals.

In addition, listening to music has been a source of inspiration, motivation and creativity. Music provides comfort when I feel down, speaks to me when no one understands. It is my muse, it is an integral part of who I am. My life has a soundtrack.

I don’t hide the fact that I love my iPod.

I listen more music now, covering a sufficiently broader range of genres, artists and styles since I began digitizing my music. The iPod has made the difference even more profound.

Some people may argue there are better digital audio players. I disagree.

But that’s a topic for another day.

Todays topic is the newest item in the ever growing iPod accessory market, estimated by some to total roughly $1 billion.

Ladies and gentlemen… I present the OhMiBod.

"The OhMiBod vibrator is a whole new way to enjoy your iPod® or any other music player. Everyone loves music. Everyone loves sex. OhMiBod combines music and pleasure to create the ultimate acsexsory™ to your iPod."

The makers of the OhMiBod also hosts a "social" network site with playlists created by professional DJs and blogs for customers share their personal experiences and playlists with other members of the Club Vibe community.

At $69.00 it’s apparently a big hit. The OhMiBod is currently backordered with approximately a 4 week waiting list.

Fascinating.

Editors Note: This article was originally published here.  It has been republished on this site to preserve continuity.

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Authority and Dominance

Posted on May 8th, 2006 by April.
Categories: Feminism, Gender, Ignorant, Sex.

The Washington Post is reporting, women who enjoy sex too much or even speak their mind, contribute to the growing number of men reporting erectile disfunction.

     Full story…

     Feministing.com has more…

Editors Note: This article was originally published here.  It has been republished on this site to preserve continuity.

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