To be played at maximum volume.

Childhood, adults often say, is the happiest time in life.

For as long as he could remember, Jack Ferry knew better.

I forgot how happy this movie makes me.

Until one mysterious day when Jack discovered that there were others quite like him, singled out for a great gift.

And one day the whole stinking world would be theirs.

The story I read on Friday.

( I kicked my feet the whole time, too. :D )

On Why I Wish Bisexuality Were Really Trendy, Or, A Rope Of Sand

I'm not sure why I'm writing this. It's possibly because I watched Velvet Goldmine and found myself longing for an era, however brief, when sexual ambiguity and gender bending were actually cool. Or it could be because I watched Velvet Goldmine and rediscovered my little boy crush on Ewan McGregor. Either way, I feel the need to get this off my spindly little shoulders.

( This is long. Very long, in fact. )

( And a complimentary comic about David Bowie. For giggles. )

* Unless you are a member of boy_touching or go to the same parties I do.

** Or the people who say that the existence of the aforementioned knuckle-draggers means that queer women are accepted by the mainstream. That is not acceptance, people, that is objectifying ickiness. Kind of like how a bird is not a cat.

*** Seriously, what high school did these people go to? More importantly, why couldn't I have gone too?

**** Or Tim Curry in fishnets, because the man's got a killer pair of legs.