Oh the exotic places I have been.

Yesterday I had to go to the Greased Pole festival at the Olivencia center on Swan. It was so freakin crazy. For those not familiar with it, as I was, it goes like this: you take a telephone pole, staple a six pack to the top, and grease the whole thing. Next you have teams of people climb on top of each other in an attempt to reach the top and win prizes. The people though are only partially clothed. A pail of shorts and a shirt pulled over the neck with the arms still in, giving something to grab on to as the next guy climbs up.

A pile of greased up guys with no cloths on, and the homoeroticism is just getting started.

One grip is the shirt, but before that you pull on the shorts. Then you use the shorts as a foot hold. Add several tons of crisco and the shorts were just slipping off. There were so many asses it looked more like Marchelas.

The South Park team won easily. But saddest of the five teams was Rochester (when said in Spanish sounds like Rach-Chet-Tar). They came all the way to Buffalo to barely get two guys up. South Park needed six guys standing on top of each other's shoulders to win. Too bad RachChetTar. Come back again next year and give it your all.

Howdy,

One of the great things about being the gay guy on the campaign is that everything gay gets put on my lap. And please, do take that sentence out of context. Today, I met with a bunch of members of the GLBT political community and talked about what we can do to get our guy elected. It was a lot of fun.

So today I arranged two fundraisers in Gay bars this August. It will be super fun. I am trying to get one to do an open bar. ANd open bar = crazy balls out fun. That is the sort of fun that politics often lacks. Oh sure, I got all happy looking at the new Nevada poll. But that is nothing like an open bar. When everything is finalized I will get you guys information and some passes if needed.

love love

-James

Hi,

I was talkiing to (e:TinyPliny) in the chat yesterday and I mentioned that I once wrote a terrible, terrible poem. Years later I put into an online translator, Babel Fish. I translated it from English to French to Spanish to a dozen other languages and then retraced my steps translating it in the opposite order back to English. When I got it back it was lovely nonsense. So, here is my nonsense.

Throw manner hide themselves
I in the town
ways which in the bucket kitchen
the will Ing of migration is
that I and the time find you?

How does the water of bath run far
the way is
and flesh is boneses
which these boneses
wandering and these boneses

find you cold my flesh in the angle air? ,

Or does run away the bucket hide
Smoldering that continues put roofs of roof,
there in the panels of floors or perhaps,
will want you,

find only this part
ventilates the part that I
I far hid throw in mount and
in wandering in the sky the will
that you zoekt here after me?

Since you take the bladen to doré
air melt red and flesh these taters
fall and these boneses are gold
where turn I these find?

Have a spirit under your bladen
of bed of fragrance which is
remaining with the taste of the
wasgott on your lips or a white breath

perhaps swims in air,
one has expired,
I remain memory,
in the part contain thrown far

Howdy,

If you know anyone that wants a job making a living wage for a couple months have them email me. The job would be talking to people about issues and political candidates. Qualifications are you must be 18 or over, able to walk, and good talking with people. We do all training so no experience is necessary.

-James