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Here’s
my Summer Playlist for 2014; twenty-seven songs that I listen to over and over
again as I motor about. They make for perfect
road trip music or a musical score to, ummm, score!
I’ve
reviewed most of these in the past few months.
The big surprise? Several of the
songs I initially disliked have grown on me big time. Even the Disney Princesses and Nickelodeon
Queens have won me over and have become guilty pleasures.
Now,
these aren’t in any particular order, but I guarantee if you pull these
together on a playlist, you’ll have the perfect soundtrack for what remains of the
summer.
Happy listening!
Cool Kids
Echoesmith
Reductive
pop (see Quarterflash), but goes down like a vanilla shake. Love singing harmony on the chorus.
Break Free
Ariana Grande
Feat. Zedd
Great little pop song with a bit of substance. Zedd synths it up, old school. Hate the ending.
Tongues
Joywave Feat.
KOPPS
Quirky, silly, fun.
“Speaking in tongues”, indeed.
Do It Again
Royksopp & Robyn
Simple, but unstoppable.
Love this. Every time I hear it, I want it to play again, immediately. Great throb and Robyn nails the vocals.
I Will Never Let You Down
Rita Ora
Smartest pop song of the summer. It’s cribbed from a few sources, but makes
for a wonderful listen.
Aviation High
Semi Precious Weapons
Part of
a whole new breed of power pop. Cryptic,
quirky, and unmistakably cool. Gives one
hope.
Alienation
Morning Parade
See: ‘Aviation
High’.
Transpose
Bad Suns
See: ‘Alienation’
A Little Bit
Faster
Cocktails
Miss Elvis Costello?
He could have given birth to Cocktails, an on the money homage with a
genuine heart – they embody this sound.
Brash, with a garage band esthetic that engages the ear.
Cribbed, but with an authority that makes it their own. Superlative vocals that make me think rock
may not be dead.
Flume
Holding On
A gritty, throwback Stax song grafted onto an eclectic modern production.
I Got U
Duke Dumont
Feat. Jax Jones
Seductively lilting; Caribbean steel drums, a sweet pulse beat,
and perfect vocals.
Habits (Stay
High)
Tove Lo
Saddest song of the summer. Haunting.
A pop nightmare fully realized and captured.
I Walk Alone (JRMX
Club Mix)
Cher
Love this mix; very old school, but wonderfully so.
I Found Out
Bimbo Jones &
Beverley Knight
Classic disco soul, al a the Philadelphia sound, with a modern,
propulsive club beat. Beverley Knight in
perfect diva form.
Rather Be
Clean Bandit Feat. Jess Glynne
Enchanting. Sweet.
Endearing. Great strings. Perfect arrangement. Lovely vocals.
Cheap Sunglasses – RAC Feat. Matthew Koma
More steel drum fun with an Owl City aesthetic. Very 80’s; a modernized Nu Shooz.
Really Don't Care
Demi Lovato Feat. Cher Lloyd
Demi
takes over Kelly Clarkson’s tough pop territory. The vocals, like Clarkson’s can be, are a bit
shrill, but the song’s empowering theme rules the day, so who cares? Sometimes to be heard you have risk being
overbearing.
If I Fall
Cole Plante With
Myon & Shane 54 Feat. Ruby O'Dell
Wistful, plaintive, yearning. Love the message. I am such a sucker for this waifish sort of
dance music.
I'm Not Coming
Down
Martha Wash
Powerhouse diva vocals? Check. Empowering message? Check. Sweet melody? Check? On the mark production? Check?
What more could a gay ask for?
Love Sublime
Tensnake
Feat. Nile Rodgers And Fiora
Silky, slinky, seductive.
Be sure to get the original mix.
This will take you back to the glory days of Chic, in the best way
possible. Sublime, indeed.
Calling All
Hearts
DJ Cassidy
Feat. Robin Thicke & Jessie J
A bit earnest, but delivers the simplest of retro-disco
fun. Jessie J has chops!
Sia – Chandelier
Delivering a searing, aching, over the top vocal, Sia
does Rihanna in her own idiocentric style.
Summer – Calvin Harris
Big, big synths teased higher than a hair hopper’s
dream. As predicted, a perfect summer
theme, despite the novelty vocals.
La La La - Naughty Boy Feat. Sam Smith
A very deep song wrapped around a childish taunt. Great vocals, very unique. A marvelous diss song.
Decisive
is one thing I am not. If you know me at
all, then you would know that I can rarely make a choice on my own. Typically, I have to have other people weigh
in on the situation before picking something.
Sometimes
that works to my advantage.
But
usually? It’s merely annoying for
others.
See,
building towards a consensus sort of leaves one liability free, as in, you’re
not responsible for the outcome.
Therefore,
even when choosing a restaurant, I can be horribly wishy washy, not wanting to
be on the hook for another person’s disappointment.
However,
for today’s TMI Questions, Sean, its founder and creator, made it explicit that
we are not to duck any of the questions, so, for better or worse, here are
mine:
TMI QUESTIONS:
Questions designed to reveal Too Much
Information
Link: http://tmiquestions.blogspot.com/
TMI Questions - Classic Edition: Sophie’s
Choice
Save your daughter or son or all three of you
will die?
Oh, my,
so dramatic!
And
such a difficult, awful question.
Fortunately
(for them), I don’t have any human children (that I know of), so this question
doesn’t really apply to me.
But,
for the sake of this post, let’s say you asked me to choose between my three
current dogs.
Of course,
optimum choice is that I would die so they all could live, but I couldn’t do
that because they can’t take care of themselves at all. I mean, it’s all I can do to get them to
clean up their rooms once in a while, pick up the living room, or take out the
trash. They would be lost without me.
They
don’t even know how to make macaroni and cheese!
Atula,
my eldest, has outlived the typical lifespan for his breed. He also has a number of health issues
including painful arthritis, total hearing loss, and the gradual loss of
sight. While it would pain me, he would
be the first one I let go of. It would
make me sad, but I know he’s had a good life these past couple of years, so I
could let him go.
That
leaves Hercules and Millie, both aged six.
At 4.5
lbs., Millie is my little princess, a dancing queen who, after surviving a
horrible first couple of years at the hands of people who should never own a
dog, is totally blind among other things.
She is incredibly attached to me and lights up the moment I step foot
inside the house. I would never let
anything happen to her.
Which
leaves Hercules - also very attached to me.
He is blind in one eye (someone shoved a pencil in there) and not so
smart because he got hit on the head a lot as a pup (he has the scars to show
for it). He’s my little football player
– a real dog’s dog, and a friendly, happy guy.
His heart is as big as his understanding of the world around him is
small. I could never let anything happen
to him.
This is
too hard.
I quit.
Oh, all
right…
I’d
save Millie.
But
wait… how do they die? If it isn’t
humane and like going to sleep, then I say we all take our chances and die
together.
Next
question.
Your arm or your leg?
Easy. I would save my arm.
I love
to write and to write I need arms, hands, and fingers. Others may be able to do it without, but I am
easily frustrated and would give up before learning how.
Plus, I
could still play the piano.
I would
miss dancing, running, hiking, biking, and wrapping my legs around my
boyfriend.
I would
not miss doing lunges or squats.
(My
penis would still work, right?)
Yep, I
would save my arm.
Sight, hearing or speech?
I could
do without talking. I don’t like to talk
much anyway. And when I do, I tend to
talk too much and say little of any substance.
There are other ways to communicate.
Better ways.
I would
miss music. I would miss the sound of my
boyfriend’s heart as my head lies on his chest. I would always feel like I was
missing out on something, but I could do without hearing.
But I
could not do without sight.
Art.
Nature. Faces.
I’ve
been an observer all my life and without sight I could not see and therefore
could not critique, relate, or interpret things.
I could
learn braille, but I have a feeling I would get frustrated very quickly and go
sit in a corner somewhere, pouting.
Without
sight, the only other place I would want to sit is at my piano.
I love
typing. I love visual things. I could never do without such things, so I
would save my sight.
Taste or to physically feel anything
(pleasure, pain, touch)?
Ugh.
I can’t
imagine.
I know
what it’s like to be emotionally numb, so I guess I would rather feel than
taste.
Don’t
get me wrong… I love food. Live for it.
But I
would never want to go without feeling another person’s touch, or be unable to
react to something, or to express my feelings – which, of course, one would
have to be able to feel in order to express.
That is
when words would become nothing more than letters on a page.
And
that is a loss I don’t think I could bear.
On your smart phone: text, data or call?
Easy. Text.
I hate
talking on the phone.
I
prefer my laptop to my phone for data.
Texting
is my primary form of communication these days.
It saves time. I also don’t have
to put up with other people’s inability to stay on topic. There are a lot of time-wasters out there, and
I know you don’t know who you are, but, trust me… two minutes into our
first conversation; I will have you pegged as one.
Save
your charming ways for someone else. I
want the basics. Short sentences with
periods in place. Answer only the
question asked. Get to the point right
out of the gate. Stay on topic.
All of
that happens when you text with someone because typing on that tiny key pad is
frustrating and time consuming, so people tend to get to the point quickly and
succinctly.
Love of your life but life on welfare or no
love and live in the top 40%?
Give me
love.
Poor
never bothered me, anyway. Been
there. Bringing home $75 a week. That was retail in the 80’s, babykins. And I didn’t know any better. What’s healthcare? A mortgage?
Food?
I can
live without much of a high life, but I cannot live without love.
That
would be like asking me which of my dogs I could do without, or whether I would
rather live without my arms or my legs, or….
…oh,
yeah.
So,
honestly, and I can say this only because life recently revealed to me what I
was living without: a life without love can cost you big time, only not in the
way you think.
And
money ain’t gonna make up the difference, hon.
It’s
like that horribly drippy line from ‘Steel Magnolias’, “I would rather have
thirty minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.”
Money
is nothing special, kids.
The Kim
Kardashian’s of the world can get money.
The Koch Brothers of the world can have money.
But
they don’t know love.
And
their actions and priorities tend to make my case for me.
Yep.
Love
is…
Who do you save: Kennedy, King or Milk?
Easy.
Martin
Luther King.
Worth
more to us alive than dead. He may have eventually disappointed us as a human
being, in small ways, but as an activist and leader he was the guy. Smart. Insightful. Eloquent.
Wise. I think we would be living
in an entirely different country had he lived.
Harvey
is a great icon, and his assassination was a terrible tragedy, but, had he
lived, there were limits to what he was going to be able to accomplish during
that time in history. Better that he
died that way and lived on to become a lightning rod for gay activism than die
of AIDS – which is something that might very well have happened to him.
Kennedy? He had some great ideas. Great vision.
But he was a deeply flawed, entitled, self-absorbed person whose issues
would have eventually come to light and destroyed this country. All one has to do is look at the effect that
Watergate had on this country’s relationship to our politicos – how we feel
about them, the loss of respect – and you can understand what kind of impact a
less-than-perfect Camelot would have had on the American people. And at that time in history, I don’t think
this country could have withstood it, what with our irrational fear of
communism, the prevalence of racial inequality, and the oppression of women
still so rampant and seething.
So,
better that Camelot was preserved and (most of) the Kennedy mystique remained
in place for as long as it did.
But
Martin Luther King?
Man,
the universe really let us down with that one.
You can only cure one: One kind of Cancer,
AIDS or Heart Disease?
AIDS.
No
doubt about it.
That is
one biological scourge I would like to see wiped off the face of the
earth.
But I’m
a realist.
Oh, I
have a feeling it is possible, but as long as it is more financially beneficial
to treat and prevent, the likelihood of having a cure?
Pretty
slim.
And
damn them, for that.
Read only one: magazines, newspapers or
books?
Books.
Big,
moldy-smelling, too small print, grab a dictionary, buy them used, books.
I love
them. The way they feel. Their weight.
The cover illustrations. The
dedication page. The index. I love it all.
I would
never want to do away with them.
They look
too damn good sitting on that shelf.
And
owning a bunch of them makes me, at least, appear smarter.
Bonus
Sex of any kind (bad to great to wilder to j.o.)
or the internet?
Sex,
please.
For
pretty much the same reason I would choose love over money.
I can’t
imagine living without deep passionate kisses.
Nothing
beats flesh on flesh real time action.
Nothing.
Though
I would miss blogging and my fellow bloggers.
And
videos of cats doing crazy stuff.
(Ha,
ha, ha… look at those silly cats. They think they’re people!)