A band of Muslim parents have come together to try and remove a gay teacher from the school that their children go to according to the German press. Strangely enough there isn’t that much outrage over that when their should be. These parents fear the teacher will resort to pedophilia. This isn’t anything new as it has been widely known that there is endless discrimination against gays by those predominately in Muslim countries where they kill anyone they suspect to be gay. While not all faiths are anti-gay, there are anti-gay people in all groups that exist, just as there is racism and other forms of prejudice and discrimination. Of course, in spiritual truth, all of human kind is loved by Heaven regardless of what some faiths tend to preach or believe. In the meantime, these parents have removed their children from the school until the gay teacher is removed. A petition is currently flying around them.
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Las Vegas is beautiful desert nights, warm winds, Steve Miller band blaring out of the speakers and cold beer. Sin City was the beginning of Jagger’s lifelong friendship with Sage. His connection with Sage bloomed with basic common interests along with their similar temperaments. They were both born in the same year and are into the same things. Classic rock, the beach and the Vegas desert baby!
Sage is one of those super hot guys that will walk into a room with pompous arrogance and everyone including him knows he’s the shit. Women love him. Men love him. He’s not like Slade exactly, although there are certain physical similarities. The black hair, blue eyes and similar build bit. Slade is into guys, while Sage is into girls.
Sage is a buff guy, a genuine jock who loves his football Jersey’s. He even plays the game once in awhile. He’s the kind of guy who puts up cardboard cutout stands of his favorite sports players around his apartment. He loves women and has many admirers around him. He has a flavor every week in fact. After he initially grew close to Jagger he had an attraction to frequenting the gay clubs and bars. He would drag Jagger with him who ironically loves the sports bars, because he can chill without being gawked at, judged or bugged. It has nothing to do with bisexuality or bi-curious or secretly gay or any of the bullshit labels that gossip mongers sit around in circles analyzing to death so they can justify who they are in hopes of gaining comfort from it. Bisexuality is not all black and white because sexuality is not all black and white. Sage loves the gay bars and clubs for the energy, the freedom, and the confidence that isn’t hidden away the way it is in the frat clubs. He has an Italian background and with that often comes a big cock!
Sage was dating Jacey who is one of Jagger’s sisters. Jacey is a stripper/dancer. Her dating set up with Sage only lasted a month, but in that time Sage and Jagger became reacquainted. Jagger had worked with Sage a year before this, but he wasn’t friends with him. Jagger, Sage and Jacey had no idea they were all connected somehow.
At twenty-four years old, Jagger had spent a year becoming a more intelligent being. He fixed himself up and loved his complete removal from his drug using relationship days with Reed over a year before.
Jacey had been dating Sage for a week when she called Jagger up. “Do you know who Sage is?”
“No.” Jagger said. He did not remember that a year before he had worked with him.
“Well, he knows you!” She said.
“I don’t know who that is.”
“We were talking the other day and he said, ‘Wait a minute, do you have a brother named Jagger?’
After her endless description of him, it dawned on him who Sage was. Jagger remembered the image of this hot looking guy who walked with a cool vibe to his step. He thought it bordered pretentious and obnoxious. Sage worked all the girls who swooned and competed for him. He was always hooking up with some girl at a party.
Jagger was turned off. “Oh okay. I remember him now. You know what, let me tell you something about Sage, he’s so smooth that you guys will be finished before you start. He’s with a different girl every other week.”
A few days passed and Jacey called Jagger up again. “Sage wants you to come over for dinner.”
Jagger sighed irritated and having no interest in seeing or talking to Sage. “No thanks.”
“Come on it’ll be fun. Becky is coming too. You like her. We can throw a little party together.”
“Look, I’m not interested.”
“He wants to see you.” Jacey attempted again.
“Oh brother. What for?”
“Don’t be a jerk.” Jacey kept pressing until Jagger succumbed to the pressure, “Fine, what time?”
Jagger walked into Jacey’s house to go toe to toe with Sage. Sage was hotter than before. He was buff, strong, muscular and quickly turned shy when Jagger appeared. His eyes dilated over him nervously. Jagger thought it was a different side of Sage he hadn’t seen before. He shook his head and thought, ‘Great he knows about my history. Thanks, Jacey.’
Sage found Jagger secretly beautiful, yet all male. He was immediately comfortable with him. They both barely had to put in any effort to connect. It was a natural back and forth camaraderie. Much different than how Jagger originally remembered him a year before.
After Jagger and Sage had official get to know you polite chitchat, Becky arrived at the house and the real party began.
Becky is voluptuous, sensual, and sexual. She and her longtime boyfriend have porn out all over their apartment. Adult Magazines and DVD’s piled sky high in every corner. Jagger was Becky’s friend for a bit and when he had enough of her antics he walked away. She conveniently moved into Jacey’s life after that. Jagger saw it as a lousy attempt to get close to him. Years passed and both made their peace with it. Neither of them brings it up.
After Becky arrived, the girls went to smoke on the balcony. Jagger cranked up his Classic Rock music, which included Fleetwood Mac and the Eagles rotating at a high decibel out of the speakers.
“No fucking way man! I love this too!” Sage smiled from ear to ear heading over to Jagger to hi-five him. Jagger was stunned that he was finding himself warming up to Sage. He never could have guessed that would happen in a million years.
Sage shouted, “Come on man let’s do some Vodka shots.” They went into the kitchen and Sage pulled out the bottle and began pouring.
“1-2-3.” They clinked glasses and shot it.
The good buzz seeped in and they did another one before they got unmanageably crazy. The girls took a break from their cigarettes to run inside to grab shots as well.
Jagger entertained Sage expounding on juicy mini-plots with his stories. The look in Sage’s eye was one of passion and glimmer. He sat back on the couch not able to keep his eyes off Jagger who was sitting on the floor near him. Sage wanted to hear more beautiful words out of his mouth. He was secretly drawn to him in a deep friendship way and couldn’t help fantasizing about him a bit. If he weren’t into girls he’d be falling in love with him. He knew that much. Why can’t Jagger be a girl? Sage thought. He would marry him on the spot.
The buzz overtook Jagger after several hours. He crawled on the floor in the middle of his story and went to sleep under the coffee table. Sage was dumbfounded, amused and attracted at the same time. He couldn’t help himself or his thoughts.
When Jagger woke up the next morning, he was in his sister’s spare room asleep.
Messages abound on his cell phone.
He called his sister back who was out at the strip club rehearsing and hanging out with her dancing gal pals.
“Wanted to make sure you were okay sleepyhead. Sage was worried and he’s been calling me all morning to check up on you.”
Jagger scratched his forehead. Why would Sage give a shit?
“He carried you to the bedroom!” She said.
“What? Oh geez.”
“He wants to see you again. He really likes you. He was saying, ‘damn, your brother is amazing! He has so much personality! I genuinely want to get to know him.’
Jagger wondered why it sounded like they had been on a date. He mumbled, “I liked him too.”
“Good because he wants to go to Vegas and wants you to come with us. It’ll be the four of us. You, me, Sage and Becky.”
“Oh god. I don’t know. I don’t think so.”
Jacey urged and pleaded, but Jagger didn’t budge.
Sage asked Jacey for Jagger’s phone number so that he could begin the process of working him. He was determined to do whatever it took to get Jagger to come with them. He courted Jagger’s own buddies for advice on how to convince him. One of those friends explained to Sage on how it is. “Jagger does this. It can be like running into a wall with him sometimes, but he’ll go. Just keep pressing him. Don’t back down and he’ll come around. He’ll realize your interest is solid and it’ll speak volumes of your character.”
Sage didn’t back down. He kept on until the night before they were to drive to Vegas. Jagger pulled up at Sage’s place with his bags without a word.
“YES! Man!” Sage laughed excited like a happy kid. He barged out of his apartment and jumped over the stairwell. He jogged up to Jagger and gave him a big, tight hug. Jagger chuckled thrown off by the exuberance, but turned on by it too.
The girls sat in the front seat driving everyone through the desert of California to Vegas. Jagger and Sage sat in the back seat talking each other up the entire way like two close brothers. The more Jagger spoke, the more fondness Sage grew for him.
In Las Vegas, Sage taught Jagger how to play blackjack so he could win some serious money. Jagger became hooked on the game. This went on all night until about 3:30 in the morning when all four caught up with each other in the busy casino on the downtown strip. They went outside and passed a strip club which made Jacey excited. “Let’s check it out!”
All four of them walked into the dark strip club with the music pounding in their chests. It grew louder as they worked their way in to the place owning it. The stage lights were focused on a couple of hot looking girls with their tops off. They spun around on poles in their own occupied territory. They were sexy beautiful Angelina Jolie voluptuous type girls. Jagger and Sage both had growing boners watching their bouncing tits in the patron’s faces.
Sage and Jagger sat in their own little booth big enough for two. Jacey and Becky walked past six empty booths and sat further away from the boys. A cocktail waitress named Daisy walked up to Jagger and Sage with a couple drinks. “Hey boys, how would you like one of these girls to take you in the back alone and give you a private lap dance?”
Sage laughed self-consciously becoming snowed under by all the hot sex. “I don’t know if it’s such a good idea.” His playful and alluring smile oozed the words I’m going to fuck you good tonight. “Some people might not like that. Some people might get mad.”
“I won’t get mad.” Daisy answered naively, the ringlets in her hair falling clumsily onto her shoulders as she balanced her tray in tact under her hand.
He knew she hadn’t caught on yet. “No, what I mean is you know how a pendulum swings one way and for others it swings another way?” His hand made gestures from one side to the other moving his sexy body from right to left.
“Oh yeah!” She said believing she understood how having sex works. “We get all kinds of guys in here. Some with dicks that go this way and others that go that way.” She trusted it was the curvature and the direction the cock was pointing. She was proud of how it was all coming to her.
“No, that’s not what I meant either. What I mean is if one of these girls takes me back there and dances over me half naked…” He signaled with both of his hands towards Jagger. “My boyfriend here won’t exactly be happy about it and I don’t want to upset him.”
Jagger raised one eyebrow up for a second by what came out of Sage’s mouth. He quickly agreed and went along with the charade falling right into character. He leaned towards Sage while nodding up at the woman. “Yeah, I won’t like that. Don’t do it Sage.”
“Oh!” she nodded obsessively with her thousand silver bracelets around her wrist shaking and clanking together in a beautiful orchestration. “I get it. Hey, you know I totally understand that. I love it! I’m from Texas and my cousin who lives there is gay. He’s one of the greatest guys I know. He’s one of my best friends.”
Jagger’s amused by her naivety.
“Yeah, so you can understand why it wouldn’t be a good idea.” Sage paused drawing up a polished smile, “But what we would like to do is this. Do you see those two girls down there chatting in the dark?” He pointed to Jacey and Becky in the distance who were watching the girls dancing and comparing notes. “The girl on the left with the darker hair, her name is Becky and she would love a dance. I’m going to give you some money here.” He pulled bills out of his wallet. “You send her the best dancer you have.”
“You got it!” Daisy’s fervent spirit shouted out to the eons of energy around them as she worked her huge, red hooker pumps down towards Jacey and Becky.
Sage and Jagger burst out in silent open mouth laughter clasping their hands together in a harmonious hi-five. They reveled like two naughty sixteen-year-old boys who got away with vandalizing some property. Sage gripped and held onto Jagger’s hand affectionately for seconds longer than what would’ve been conceived by some as crossing the line. He swiftly entered into an aura of silent infatuation for Jagger.
They looked on in the girl’s direction with eager intent. They could see them in the dark at the other end of the club. Becky looked up at Daisy with concern. The boys watched Daisy’s animated hands moving about the air as if she was explaining how to put together a model airplane. Becky let out a loud, colorful laugh and the boys could hear her shout in the distance. “Oh my god!” She brought both her hands to her mouth delirious.
Daisy placed her hand out to escort Becky to one of the back rooms where it’s darker and more intimate. It’s also where her stripper/dancer awaited. It’s the place that only the seedy men go, the political judges, young college jocks, and psycho accountants who lock themselves up in their dark houses.
Jacey walked over to the bar to strike up a conversation with four of the stripper dancers. Some were waiting patiently for an available dance space on the podium in the center of the club, while others were on break. It was in the middle of the night and they weren’t that slammed with patrons.
Sage moved out of the booth and gazed over at Jagger with a smile. “Come on babe.” He put his hand out cupped towards Jagger insinuating he wanted to hold Jagger’s hand. It was Sage’s flirting opportunity to dance around what is dangerous to him. It’s his way of being able to experience what’s it’s like to play intimate with another guy safely, and with one he trusts and can be close to more than any other. One he is completely comfortable with in opening himself up with in playful experimentation.
Jagger focused on Sage’s hand before grabbing it as they showed each other off by roaming through the dark club to the bar area. They moved in closer next to each other as they walked. Sage took Jagger’s hand and glided it up his arm to feel his bicep and their friendship enclosed them in a much more real way. Sage smiled wide getting an adrenaline rush. He is a real guy who is not afraid to be brave even if Jagger knows that it would never happen romantically for them. Jagger is pleased to have met a platonic friend regardless. They’re role playing and being silly.
Some of the dancers looked over and beamed at the two hot dudes together at the bar. It was as if they’ve been a strong, close, power couple for years and the relationship only continues to get better.
It seemed as if hours had passed when Becky emerged out of the dark distance. She pulled up on her tight leather top, black leather mini skirt and black heels. “Oh my god that was so fucking good!” She fanned herself with her hand trying to bring her down from orgasm. “It was absolutely amazing!”
Jacey stood feet away from her laughing with her newfound Vegas stripper posse.
“I’m so wet below. I need a cigarette.” She reached into her purse and pulled one out. “Her name was Candy and she said she could do things with me that she couldn’t do with the guys. It was fucking amazing!” She took a drag of her cigarette. “She was basically dry fucking me.”
Sage laughed and said, “I’m glad you liked it because Carla here…” He gestured to the smiling tall beauty that stood behind the clan. “She’s going to take you to the back and give you another one.”
“Oh my god!” Becky lost it being led away by Carla’s hand, “I’m going to kill you guys.” Becky and Carla disappeared into the dark for additional dry humping.
Later that night at around 5 am…
The foursome stumbled back to the two hotel rooms they had rented in one of the Vegas high rises. Jagger took the room that was vacant of the two while the girls and Sage went into the other one.
About ten minutes later, the boy couldn’t wait because there was a knock at Jagger’s door. It was Sage.
Jagger allowed the door to fall open and walked away from it. Sage followed in with gusto. “I’m staying here. Those girls are going to be chatty with each other and it will annoy me.”
“Sure come on in, but there’s only one bed.” Jagger turned around to face him and motioned towards the huge King size bed pointing at him like a gun.
“That’s okay we can sleep in the same bed.” Sage was comfortable with his manhood, which pulled Jagger back in suspicion.
They could hear the girls giggling and talking loudly down the hall making their way into Jagger’s room that was still open. Jacey said, “Hey guys. Let’s go to the top of the hotel. There’s a pool up there and we want to go swimming.”
“It’s five in the morning I’m going to sleep.” Jagger climbed into the bed and under the covers. “You guys go ahead.”
Sage looked at Jagger and at the girls, then leaped up and jumped onto the bed. “I’m staying here with Jagger.”
Becky looked at Jacey dumbfounded for a split second wondering if Sage meant more. She was onto him. They didn’t need to say anything, because Jagger read it on her face.
Becky thought it was strange that Sage wanted to stay with Jagger instead of with the girl he was dating, Jacey. “Fine, we’ll see you tomorrow.” She said as they both made their exit.
“It is tomorrow.” Jagger mumbled.
“Nah, who cares about them?” Sage jumped up off the bed and walked over to the door latching it shut in everyway imaginable. He locked Jagger in the room like a wanted prisoner.
Sage walked back into the room and slipped off his jeans, revealing his muscular and toned legs. He walked into the bathroom leaving the door open. Jagger could hear the shower turn on while Sage talked about how much fun the strip club was.
The door of the bathroom wasn’t facing Jagger, but he knew it was left open. He heard Sage climb into the shower and the sound of the water rushing out and running down Sage’s hard naked body. ‘Fuck. Why is he doing that? Why didn’t he shut the door?’ Jagger tried to wipe the image out of his mind, but he wanted to get in there with him. ‘Sage is fucking hot and it’s a waste that he’s into girls.’
Sage stepped out of the shower, put a towel around his waist, and walked out into the room where Jagger was. He did that on purpose. He wanted Jagger to see. He’s such an exhibitionist and getting a rush from it. There was nothing needed out in the room. All he did was come out to open a few of the empty drawers and fumble with the TV remote. He stood there with the towel around his waist switching the channels that only revealed how to play black jack and get around the Vegas strip.
Sage disappeared out of Jagger’s view back into the bathroom and came out in his black silk boxers.
He took quick steps that moved into a run and jumped onto the bed. He stretched out on his side around Jagger.
“Hey.” He said in a lowly, flirtatious voice crawling over the bed and climbing underneath the covers.
Jagger scratched his forehead and looked down trying not to look or he’ll be too aroused. “O-Kayyy, yeah, hey.”
Sage brought up a topic of discussion surrounding the whole same-sex attraction thing and how he’s fine with it. He said that he has never done anything with a guy, but that he’s supportive of it and likes Jagger. He said his two lines of support and never dwelled on it again.
He’s amazing in Jagger’s eyes, not because he’s hot or because they’re into each other, but because their personalities and interests are similar. They have the same amount of risk-taking, which is a lot. And they are both ready to leave the casino or the party at the same time. They are like super close brothers.
Sage reached over to switch off the light. Jagger tried his best not to stare at his naked skin, but everything about Sage was arousing to him. He absorbed the heat off his body like a sponge and wanted his body close to him all night. Jagger stripped down to his boxers while in the bed.
Sage got comfortable and adjusted to move closer towards Jagger as if he was making it happen by thinking it. Sage talked a little about what they should all do when they wake up. He simultaneously took another opportunity to move physically closer to Jagger.
Sage’s arm brushed against Jagger’s back and stayed there.
Jagger’s eyes opened and his back was towards Sage who was nearly spooning him.
Oh, damn. Seriously?
Jagger jolted a little bit and tried to get comfortable. Sage moved around him to get even more comfortable. This was by moving his hand onto Jagger’s side a little with affection. Jagger was thinking hard about other things so as not to grow an erection, but it was too late. He was growing.
Fuuuck, what is he doing?
Sage noticed that Jagger didn’t jolt or shout with a ‘hey now just what the hell do you think you’re doing?’ He took that as a clue to move his arm around Jagger some more. It was the first time he ever showed physical affection with another male this drastically before. He was getting a real rush of adrenaline inside and wanted to test it out.
Minutes passed and they both grew quiet. Sage initiated another intimate action with Jagger. He wrapped his left leg around Jagger tight like a spider dragging his body up against his solid web. Jagger’s full bubble ass was pressed against Sage’s crotch area firm. Sage moaned trembling slightly enjoying the hotness of Jagger’s ass pressed against where his cock is. Sage stunned himself as he discovered he was growing hard.
“Fuck. You gotta be kidding.” Sage whispered excited into the back of Jagger’s neck chuckling nervously. The heat from his breath and voice warmed every cell of Jagger’s. Sage couldn’t believe how fucking hot Jagger felt.
Jagger felt Sage’s bulge get fatter and begin to grow significantly. It was like a huge stabbing rock. Sage moved his body against Jagger’s body slow, hard and strong. It was several smooth pulsating thrusts as he simulating fucking him. Sage’s mind wandered reaching near faint over how hot this was making him feel. He expected it a bit, but not to the point of becoming lightheaded. Jagger sensed Sage’s breath move behind his neck. Sage brushed his lips against it in a subtle way holding it there.
Sage continued to drive his body into him with his arms and leg wrapped around Jagger not letting go. His kisses behind Jagger’s neck and upper back got hotter, longer and more passionate.
Jagger moved his body and head a little slightly towards Sage. Sage’s lips took over Jagger’s lips in a succulent kiss. Their tongues pushed their way into each other’s mouths immediately and stayed in there longer over each kiss. Jagger’s heart pounded with excitement to know what it was like to kiss Sage. Sage’s mind blew up into an array of fireworks.
Sage’s body found its way onto Jagger’s and this time Jagger’s legs wrapped around Sage’s body while they continued to kiss and make out for awhile. Sage explored down Jagger’s body with his hands.
Jagger moved his hands up and down the sides of Sage’s body and around onto his back while Sage simulated fucking Jagger. They continued with their mouth exploration as they moved up and down on each other fucking without penetration. Jagger could feel Sage’s heart pounding rapidly against his own chest and heard the vibrations of his moaning.
Jagger’s hands found their way onto Sage’s boxers. Sage’s erect cock was wet seeping through his boxers and onto Jagger’s skin. Jagger pulled Sage’s boxers off slowly a little of the way down and glided his hands down over his bare ass. Sage loved how this felt and he moved his body upwards over him. Jagger continued to kiss him down his neck and all over his chest. Jagger could see Sage’s smile wide in the dark.
Jagger pulled Sage’s boxers clear down to feel his cock out in the open and against his skin. Sage moved his body upwards slowly feeling the sides of Jagger’s body. He slid his cock into Jagger’s mouth with amazing ease. His cock slid in and out of his mouth tight until his balls slapped against Jagger’s face. Jagger tasted every good bit of him knowing this could be the last time.
He sucked him for nearly five minutes when Sage couldn’t contain it anymore. He pulled his cock out of Jagger’s mouth and ejaculated cum all over Jagger’s chest. He moaned loudly, “Agh! Fuck yeah!” Sage leaned down kissing Jagger and then laughed. “Damn it guy. I’m sorry that happened quick.”
Jagger rested his hand on Sage’s shoulder above him, “Never apologize.”
Sage reached down feeling Jagger’s cock up. “Wow. This is what it feels like.” He stroked it while kissing Jagger until he came as well.
Sage put his arm around Jagger. “That was the fucking best!” He paused. “I’ve never been sucked like that by a girl.” He laughed.
Only a guy can please another guy because they know how they like it. The same way only a girl understands how she likes it. Sage jumped into the shower again, but this time pulled Jagger in with him. He headed back to the bed even more comfortable with each other.
“I’m not gay or anything.” Sage proceeded to say, “And it would be fine if I was, but there’s something about you that defies that. Maybe I’m bi. Eh who cares. I can’t explain it. You’re amazing. You’re the only guy I’ve ever fantasized about and I couldn’t contain myself. I thought if I’m going to experiment it would have to be with him. I didn’t think I would nail you.”
Jagger laughed, “You were planning this!?”
Sage moved his hands over Jagger’s body and massaged his chest and stomach. He worked his way into his boxers, running his hand down to grab and feel Jagger’s cock. He stroked it slowly trembling at the intensity of what a cock felt like. “You’re fucking sexy. Your personality is not like anyone I’ve ever met. I don’t know what it is, but it fucking turns me on. And I’ve never thought that about another guy ever! I have to keep saying that.”
“You don’t need to label it with anything.” Jagger assured him. “That’s for other’s to wrestle with. This is what it is and nothing more. An experience. A connection with another soul.”
Sage smiled liking that. He leaned into Jagger’s lips. “Let me kiss you some more.” Sage tested Jagger’s lips and pushed his tongue sweetly into his mouth moaning at how good it felt.
Although that was the hottest moment for him, Sage and Jacey were at complete odds the rest of the trip arguing with one another. On the way home Sage had enough of Jacey’s bitching and opted to sit in the back seat with Jagger. He leaned his head on Jagger’s shoulder, closed his eyes, and went to sleep. He wasn’t getting along with Jacey anymore as she was too high maintenance by starting little arguments over nothing. He was over her and now into Jagger. They arrived in L.A. to drop Sage off first. He pulled his bags out of the car and looked up at Jagger. “I’ll call you alright?”
Everyone was quiet. Jagger felt awkward and looked down and away, then into Sage’s eyes with a nod of assurance giving him the okay to call.
Sage and Jacey didn’t speak after that day, but that was the beginning of Jagger and Sage’s friendship.
Sage wasn’t into guys on a physical level, but he was into sex and found Jagger to be damn good looking and erotic. He couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to kiss him and fuck that hot ass of his. He finally got the opportunity to explore it and the experimenting was just that. Their friendship grew tight spending every week together. At the end of the third year of their friendship, Sage announced he had a huge job offer back home in New York City. Jagger didn’t like that everyone kept moving away from him. It made his soul grow harder. Sage made a pact to call him regularly and a few times a year they’d take turns visiting each other for a weekend or more. They kept that pact. Eventually Sage met the woman of his life. He made Jagger his Best Man at his wedding.
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Universal Studios has a homophobic act at Halloween Haunts; Gay friendly rapper Eminem uses homophobic slurs in new song
Universal Studios Hollywood has included a homophobic live action show at the Halloween Haunts event.
It is the ‘Bill and Ted’s Excellent Halloween Adventure’ where Bill and Ted have to kill witches before they can return home. But when Superman arrives to help the pair, a witch sprinkles ‘fairy dust’ on him – transforming him into an over the top and not funny flamey caricature of a gay man.
With a scream of ‘fabulous!’ the character launches into full camp mode – affecting a lisped voice, limp wrist and removing his shirt and trousers. Stripped down to just a small pair of underpants, he leaps around the stage blowing kisses and flirts outrageously with Ted.
It is truly boring and lame.
It’s 2013 and the media and organizations like Universal are still shoving this one-dimensional stereotype that gay men are all a bunch of effeminite, wrist hanging, lisp speaking, Broadway show loving bimbos in tight spandex. It was expected in the 80’s when there was a lack of knowledge about what gay is, but doing that into the 90’s and beyond is truly tragic. The only gays who don’t have a problem with it are those who fit the description of this same tired gay depiction being done over and over. And this is done for comedy. They’re making fun of you. Wake up.
Now we’ve got the talented rapper/producer Eminem in hot water with his gay bashing ways. His new song lyrics go something like this:
Little gay-looking boy / So gay I can barely say it with a straight face-looking boy / You witnessing massacre like you watching a church gathering taking place-looking boy / ‘Oy vey, that boy’s gay,’ that’s all they say looking-boy / You take a thumbs up, pat on the back, the way you go from your label every day-looking boy.
Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames / Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame / On the wall of shame / You fags think it’s all a game ’til I walk a flock of flames
I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing that / I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table / Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half / Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
When he raps he’s playing a character that’s not him. Unfortunately, this character is homophobic, but doesn’t mean Eminem is. Using homophobic bashing in rap songs is getting a little old and vintage at this point. Time to grow up already. I don’t know why I thought the entertainment business had wised up and realized that gay bashing and gay stereotypes are no longer interesting or entertainment. It’s tired. Forget whether or not its offensive, it’s just plain dumb and lacking in creativity.
Crystal Dixon, an African-American woman and former human resource director was fired due to her anti-gay rants in an Op Ed for the University of Toledo. She sued the University saying that this violates her First and Fourth Amendment rights. I love that anti-gay people or those that run around preaching hate love to MIS-use and abuse their alleged rights. They want the right to act like an ass. Luckily, the court did not support her lawsuit.
How someone is a human resource director and then bad mouths other groups and people, I’ll never understand. Thankfully, the University of Toledo agrees with my stance, which is why they immediately terminated Crystal Dixon’s employment. Let her work for an organization that supports her beliefs. Or move to a country that is ALL anti-gay like some of the middle eastern countries or Russia. She’ll be much happier and supported there.
Here is some of what she wrote:
“As a Black woman who happens to be an alumnus of the University of Toledo’s Graduate School, an employee and business owner, I take great umbrage at the notion that those choosing the homosexual lifestyle are “civil rights victims.” Here’s why. I cannot wake up tomorrow and not be a Black woman. I am genetically and biologically a Black woman and very pleased to be so as my Creator intended. Daily, thousands of homosexuals make a life decision to leave the gay lifestyle evidenced by the growing population of PFOX (Parents and Friends of Ex Gays) and Exodus International just to name a few….”
She should’ve known better as a human resource representative. Her job is to protect all classes of people. By the way, Exodus International closed its doors and issued an apology to all of the gays that they hurt through insisting that conversion therapy works, when they came to the conclusion it does not. This is because god created gays just as he created african americans.
“I am sorry for the pain and hurt many of you have experienced. I am sorry that some of you spent years working through the shame and guilt you felt when your attractions didn’t change. I am sorry we promoted sexual orientation change efforts and reparative theories about sexual orientation that stigmatized parents.”
“Early days of the Revolution before Haters could use the internet to hide behind there anonymous displays of bigotry and intolerance!” -Madonna
But she never went away. After 30 years of ruling pop, she tells the truth about daring. See Madonna’s daring fashion shoot for our November issue.
TRUTH OR DARE?
That is a catchphrase that’s often associated with me. I made a documentary film with this title, and it has stuck to me like flypaper ever since. It’s a fun game to play if you’re in the mood to take risks, and usually I am. However, you have to play with a clever group of people. Otherwise you’ll find yourself French-kissing everyone in the room or giving blow jobs to Evian bottles!
People usually choose “truth” when it’s their turn because you can tell a lie about yourself and no one will be the wiser, but when you are dared to do something, you have to actually do it. And doing something daring is a rather scary proposition for most people. Yet for some strange reason, it has become my raison d’être.
If I can’t be daring in my work or the way I live my life, then I don’t really see the point of being on this planet.
That may sound rather extremist, but growing up in a suburb in the Midwest was all I needed to understand that the world was divided into two categories: people who followed the status quo and played it safe, and people who threw convention out the window and danced to the beat of a different drum. I hurled myself into the second category, and soon discovered that being a rebel and not conforming doesn’t make you very popular. In fact, it does the opposite. You are viewed as a suspicious character. A troublemaker. Someone dangerous.
When you’re 15, this can feel a little uncomfortable. Teenagers want to fit in on one hand and be rebellious on the other. Drinking beer and smoking weed in the parking lot of my high school was not my idea of being rebellious, because that’s what everybody did. And I never wanted to do what everybody did. I thought it was cooler to not shave my legs or under my arms. I mean, why did God give us hair there anyways? Why didn’t guys have to shave there? Why was it accepted in Europe but not in America? No one could answer my questions in a satisfactory manner, so I pushed the envelope even further. I refused to wear makeup and tied scarves around my head like a Russian peasant. I did the opposite of what all the other girls were doing, and I turned myself into a real man repeller. I dared people to like me and my nonconformity.
That didn’t go very well. Most people thought I was strange. I didn’t have many friends; I might not have had any friends. But it all turned out good in the end, because when you aren’t popular and you don’t have a social life, it gives you more time to focus on your future. And for me, that was going to New York to become a REAL artist. To be able to express myself in a city of nonconformists. To revel and shimmy and shake in a world and be surrounded by daring people.
New York wasn’t everything I thought it would be. It did not welcome me with open arms. The first year, I was held up at gunpoint. Raped on the roof of a building I was dragged up to with a knife in my back, and had my apartment broken into three times. I don’t know why; I had nothing of value after they took my radio the first time.
The tall buildings and the massive scale of New York took my breath away. The sizzling-hot sidewalks and the noise of the traffic and the electricity of the people rushing by me on the streets was a shock to my neurotransmitters. I felt like I had plugged into another universe. I felt like a warrior plunging my way through the crowds to survive. Blood pumping through my veins, I was poised for survival. I felt alive.
But I was also scared shitless and freaked out by the smell of piss and vomit everywhere, especially in the entryway of my third-floor walk-up.
And all the homeless people on the street. This wasn’t anything I prepared for in Rochester, Michigan. Trying to be a professional dancer, paying my rent by posing nude for art classes, staring at people staring at me naked. Daring them to think of me as anything but a form they were trying to capture with their pencils and charcoal. I was defiant. Hell-bent on surviving. On making it. But it was hard and it was lonely, and I had to dare myself every day to keep going. Sometimes I would play the victim and cry in my shoe box of a bedroom with a window that faced a wall, watching the pigeons shit on my windowsill. And I wondered if it was all worth it, but then I would pull myself together and look at a postcard of Frida Kahlo taped to my wall, and the sight of her mustache consoled me. Because she was an artist who didn’t care what people thought. I admired her. She was daring. People gave her a hard time. Life gave her a hard time. If she could do it, then so could I.
When you’re 25, it’s a little bit easier to be daring, especially if you are a pop star, because eccentric behavior is expected from you. By then I was shaving under my arms, but I was also wearing as many crucifixes around my neck as I could carry, and telling people in interviews that I did it because I thought Jesus was sexy. Well, he was sexy to me, but I also said it to be provocative. I have a funny relationship with religion. I’m a big believer in ritualistic behavior as long as it doesn’t hurt anybody. But I’m not a big fan of rules. And yet we cannot live in a world without order. But for me, there is a difference between rules and order. Rules people follow without question. Order is what happens when words and actions bring people together, not tear them apart. Yes, I like to provoke; it’s in my DNA. But nine times out of 10, there’s a reason for it.
At 35, I was divorced and looking for love in all the wrong places. I decided that I needed to be more than a girl with gold teeth and gangster boyfriends. More than a sexual provocateur imploring girls not to go for second-best baby. I began to search for meaning and a real sense of purpose in life. I wanted to be a mother, but I realized that just because I was a freedom fighter didn’t mean I was qualified to raise a child. I decided I needed to have a spiritual life. That’s when I discovered Kabbalah.
They say that when the student is ready, the teacher appears, and I’m afraid that cliché applied to me as well. That was the next daring period of my life. In the beginning I sat at the back of the classroom. I was usually the only female. Everyone looked very serious. Most of the men wore suits and kippahs. No one noticed me and no one seemed to care, and that suited me just fine. What the teacher was saying blew my mind. Resonated with me. Inspired me. We were talking about God and heaven and hell, but I didn’t feel like religious dogma was being shoved down my throat. I was learning about science and quantum physics. I was reading Aramaic. I was studying history. I was introduced to an ancient wisdom that I could apply to my life in a practical way. And for once, questions and debate were encouraged. This was my kind of place.
When the world discovered I was studying Kabbalah, I was accused of joining a cult. I was accused of being brainwashed. Of giving away all my money. I was accused of all sorts of crazy things. If I became a Buddhist—put an altar in my house and started chanting “Nam-myoho-renge-kyo”—no one would have bothered me at all. I mean no disrespect to Buddhists, but Kabbalah really freaked people out. It still does. Now, you would think that studying the mystical interpretation of the Old Testament and trying to understand the secrets of the universe was a harmless thing to do. I wasn’t hurting anybody. Just going to class, taking notes in my spiral notebook, contemplating my future. I was actually trying to become a better person.
For some reason, that made people nervous. It made people mad. Was I doing something dangerous? It forced me to ask myself, Is trying to have a relationship with God daring? Maybe it is.
When I was 45, I was married again, with two children and living in England. I consider moving to a foreign country to be a very daring act. It wasn’t easy for me. Just because we speak the same language doesn’t mean we speak the same language. I didn’t understand that there was still a class system. I didn’t understand pub culture. I didn’t understand that being openly ambitious was frowned upon. Once again I felt alone. But I stuck it out and I found my way, and I grew to love English wit, Georgian architecture, sticky toffee pudding, and the English countryside. There is nothing more beautiful than the English countryside.
Then I decided that I had an embarrassment of riches and that there were too many children in the world without parents or families to love them. I applied to an international adoption agency and went through all the bureaucracy, testing, and waiting that everyone else goes through when they adopt. As fate would have it, in the middle of this process a woman reached out to me from a small country in Africa called Malawi, and told me about the millions of children orphaned by AIDS. Before you could say “Zikomo Kwambiri,” I was in the airport in Lilongwe heading to an orphanage in Mchinji, where I met my son David. And that was the beginning of another daring chapter of my life. I didn’t know that trying to adopt a child was going to land me in another shit storm. But it did. I was accused of kidnapping, child trafficking, using my celebrity muscle to jump ahead in the line, bribing government officials, witchcraft, you name it. Certainly I had done something illegal!
This was an eye-opening experience. A real low point in my life. I could get my head around people giving me a hard time for simulating masturbation onstage or publishing my Sex book, even kissing Britney Spears at an awards show, but trying to save a child’s life was not something I thought I would be punished for. Friends tried to cheer me up by telling me to think of it all as labor pains that we all have to go through when we give birth. This was vaguely comforting. In any case, I got through it. I survived.
When I adopted Mercy James, I put my armor on. I tried to be more prepared. I braced myself. This time I was accused by a female Malawian judge that because I was divorced, I was an unfit mother. I fought the supreme court and I won. It took almost another year and many lawyers. I still got the shit kicked out of me, but it didn’t hurt as much. And looking back, I do not regret one moment of the fight.
One of the many things I learned from all of this: If you aren’t willing to fight for what you believe in, then don’t even enter the ring.
Ten years later, here I am, divorced and living in New York. I have been blessed with four amazing children. I try to teach them to think outside the box. To be daring. To choose to do things because they are the right thing to do, not because everybody else is doing them. I have started making films, which is probably the most challenging and rewarding thing I have ever done. I am building schools for girls in Islamic countries and studying the Qur’an. I think it is important to study all the holy books. As my friend Yaman always tells me, a good Muslim is a good Jew, and a good Jew is a good Christian, and so forth. I couldn’t agree more. To some people this is a very daring thought.
As life goes on (and thank goodness it has), the idea of being daring has become the norm for me. Of course, this is all about perception because asking questions, challenging people’s ideas and belief systems, and defending those who don’t have a voice have become a part of my everyday life. In my book, it is normal.
In my book, everyone is doing something daring. Please open this book. I dare you.
Pictured above: Going to battle. Dress, Reem Acra Couture. Mask and shoulder piece, Idriss Guelai Atelier. Earrings, Lynn Ban. Harness, Zana Bayne.
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Mary Gowan is facing child abuse charges for asking her 12 year old son to beat the gay out of his 15 year old brother.
Neil Maciejewski tells his story about being kicked out of home for being gay at aged 16 only to find things turn for the worst. He ends up moving in with an abusive boyfriend unable to leave for many years. When he finally does leave he ends up on the street. Read this inspiring piece on how he was able to turn his life around. I’m not moved by much, but this definitely struck a chord. I love stories revolving around those that are able to improve their lives and flourish.
Gay victims aged 12-16 are reportedly lured in by the group Occupy-Pedofilyay, led by Maxim Martsinkevich, known under the nickname “Cleaver”.
Videos are then circulated of the victims being made to come out as gay, with a view to parents, schools, or friends finding out about their sexuality.
An uncensored image of one of the victims holding a sex toy, covered in red paint, and being held down, appeared on the Spectrum Human Rights Alliance blog.
The accompanying report also included a video of the torture of one victim who was sprayed with urine in public, however YouTube has now removed the video.
A report from May notes that 19-year-old Alex Bulygin, a victim of the ‘fighters with paedophiles’ branch of the group, committed suicide after having his sexuality revealed online.
It also quotes one member as having said: “If I had my way – I would kill them, but the state does not allow that.”
The group was established with the intention of revealing the identities of paedophiles, but after turning to adult gay men, it has now begun targeting young teenagers.
The Spectrum report says that no police action has been taken against the incidents, despite numerous victims, and that over 500 similar groups have been formed across Russia using the VK social networking site.
The upper house of the Russian Parliament voted last month to approve both a bill banning adoption of Russian children by foreign same-sex couples and the nationwide anti-”propaganda” bill banning the promotion of “non-traditional” relationships to minors.
The bills, which have since been signed by President Vladimir Putin, bans foreign same-sex couples and unmarried individuals in countries where same-sex marriage is legal from adopting Russian children.
Last week, speaking exclusively to PinkNews, Deputy Prime Minister Nick Clegg urged Russia to protect the rights of LGBT citizens following concerns about gay athletes and spectators attending the 2014 Winter Olympics.
In May, a gay man from the southern Russian city of Volgograd who was tortured to death in an apparent hate crime, was sexually assaulted with beer bottles, and had his skull “smashed with a stone”, authorities said.
Something must be done about these Russian thugs who have little mental and emotional capacity to understand much.
Maybe it’s time to turn it around and fight the homophobes the same way since the government CLEARLY doesn’t care. If it doesn’t matter, then let’s all do it!
Watch at your own risk:
What I remember when I look back at my childhood is virtually nothing at all. It’s a black voided out curtain that shields out the horrors of what went on. Residing there is no one I know personally. When I peer closer I see what appears to be my soul shattering into a billion pieces. Those pieces formed into lights that gave birth to other people and selves that reside in me. They were the many who came forward to run the show that has been my life. Their job entailed protecting me even though I wasn’t introduced to some of them until later on in life. They joined in with Heaven in helping me remember how to live, how to love and how to survive. Within those people was the dangerous, damaged self. The one that was hurt and plagued by demons reaching for addictions instead of the warrior that lives within me. The warrior that is a perfect, confidant and compassionate child of God. After being told repeatedly that I was never good enough, I was able to escape the horrors and turn it around with all of their help. Reaching for the Warrior Within is how I found solace and comfort in a team of beings that reside in Heaven. This is for me to remember where I came from and how I survived it. I chose not to die, but instead allowed the cruelty that was inflicted empower me into something bigger, stronger and beyond this world.
Reaching for the Warrior Within is a prequel to my book, Warrior of Light: Messages from my Guides and Angels. This is my personal story and celebration in moving from a turbulent childhood to becoming the warrior of God’s light that I am today. This is an autobiographical story surrounding abuse and addictions while battling between my higher and lower selves. Everyone of us has had or still has an addiction to something. Some of these addictions are harsher than others and are not only time wasters, but they impede our growth and delay us from moving forward on our life purpose. I received assistance in improving and ridding myself of these addictions with the assistance of Heaven and my selves. They helped me heal, grow and persevere in this crash course of living several lifetimes in one.
This is for other abuse survivors who have suffered at the hands of those who we consider not evolved. We grew to be angry. Angry at our attackers. Angry at everyone else. And just angry in general. This emotional span ranges from feelings of anger to fearing the world. There is a light at the end of this forsaken tunnel. I found it, discovered it and followed it. It was the beauty that existed with me all along. We know what it was like to have no one understand or believe what happened to us. Others live in denial or speak about it as if its something to be ignored. No one wants to talk about it or hear it. When you are brought up in a loving environment, then you have no concept of how others live unless you are empathetic or a gifted actor able to walk in other people’s shoes. This is for you.
“Reaching for the Warrior Within is the author’s personal story recounting a volatile childhood. This led him to a path of addictions, anxiety and overindulgence in alcohol, drugs, cigarettes and destructive relationships. As a survival mechanism he split into many different selves. He credits turning his life around, not by therapy, but by simultaneously paying attention to the messages he has been receiving from his Spirit team in Heaven since birth. He explains how he was able to distinctly tell the difference between when his higher self was intervening and ruling the show, and when his lower self was running his life into the gutter.
Living several lifetimes in one, he did not let anything stop him from getting his life together, going after what he wanted and achieving it. He describes how he pulled himself up by his bootstraps and obtained every job he wanted without prior experience. This is from work in the entertainment industry with some of Hollywood’s respected talent, to ridding himself of toxic addictions and living a healthier lifestyle clear-minded.
Kevin Hunter gains strength, healing and direction with the help of his own team of guides and angels. They navigate all of us through the treacherous waters in our lives. Living vicariously through this inspiring story will enable you to distinguish when you have been assisted on your own life path. Reaching for the Warrior Within attests that anyone can change if they pay attention to their own inner guidance system and take action. This can be from being a victim of child abuse, or a drug and alcohol user, to going after the jobs and relationships you want. This powerful story is for those seeking motivation to change, alter and empower their life one day at a time.”
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A group of Indiana students, parents and a teacher say they want a separate prom that would ban gay students.
Members of the group and their
A team of Valley high schoolers and parents rally for a separate prom that bans gays.
NBC 2’s Paige Preusse reports how Sullivan High School says there’s nothing legally they can do to allow it… several students and parents are taking matters into their own hands. Several parents, students, and others who believe gays should be banned from the Sullivan High School prom met Sunday at the Sullivan First Christian Church. “We don’t agree with it and it’s offensive to us,” said Diana Medley.
Never mind that we all find Diana Medley offensive for her negative warped views.
Their idea is to create their own separate…traditional prom. Students say there are several others from their high school who agree, but are afraid to take a stand. This is of course not true. Those who hate are not afraid to stand up and shout it. They don’t have enough students at this Sullivan High School in Indiana who hate enough to make a stink about it, not to mention they’d be alienating some of their close friends in the process.
“If we can get a good prom then we can convince more people to come and follow what they believe,” said student Kynon Johnson.
And now they want everyone to know where they stand.
“We want to make the public see that we love the homosexuals, but we don’t think it’s right nor should it be accepted,” said Bonnie McCammon, a local student. Is it me or did you notice the contradicting irony of that statement? I love her, but I do not accept who this Bonnie is.
But not all in the community think what they’re doing is right.
“We shouldn’t be condemning people, and that’s what judgement is. Christ came to save the people not to condemn them.”
Local man Jim Davis says we’ve all sinned…so why should gays be treated with less respect?
“Love them as a person. You don’t have to love what they do, because the gays may not love all the mistakes you make,” said Davis. Love what they do? Oh you mean fucking each other right?
is a special education teacher in town. She doesn’t believe anyone is born gay. Notice that Sullivan High School has a dangerously toxic woman running the special education unit there. Whoa!
“I believe that it was life circumstances and they chose to be that way; God created everyone equal,” said Medley. Diana Medley doesn’t specify what kind of life circumstances she is talking about that would propel someone to choose to love someone of the same sex knowing they would be open to ridicule, persecution and harm.
“Homosexual students come to me with their problems, and I don’t agree with them, but I care about them. It’s the same thing with my special needs kids, I think God puts everyone in our lives for a reason,” said Medley. What kind of homosexual students would dare go to a woman like Diana Medley with their problems? She’s the only one available?
“‘So the same goes for gays? Do you think they have a purpose in life?’ No I honestly don’t. Sorry, but I don’t. I don’t understand it. A gay person isn’t going to come up and make some change unless it’s to realize that it was a choice and they’re choosing God,” said Medley. Huh?
Several local pastors support the separate prom movement.
“Christians have always been prepared for a fight. Jesus gave us armor for the front, not the back; we’re not running anymore,” said Bill Phegley with Carlisle Church. What Bill Phegley of Carlisle Church doesn’t realize is that Jesus is also backing homosexuals since he created them as well. Bill Phegley unfortunately is a dumb hick in Indiana who don’t know much.
Others, on the other hand, think they’re casting stones… instead of spreading love.
“The feeling of being loved and belonging is universal,” said Davis.
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