All posts by Mikeylito

I'm a New York-bred transplanted Californian who is now stuck on Long Island.

It’s Not My Fault

Hey! It’s not my fault.
He was just standing there.
I can’t help it if he didn’t have any clothes on.

It’s the homophobe’s worse nightmare.
A gay man let loose in the locker room of any of your trendy health clubs. And, yes, the gay man is me. The time was yesterday.

I was changing clothes, not lingering.
It’s not my fault.
I have eyes. I wasn’t staring. Not too much anyway.
If I looked straight ahead, he was in my field of view.
I looked straight ahead. Several times. But, I didn’t stare.

It’s not my fault he wasn’t wearing any clothes. I’m not responsible that he had just the right amount of fur covering his nice tight butt.
Hey, I was moving as fast as I can!

Seriously, though, a lot of heterosexual men get really uptight about being seen (or watched, if you prefer) in the locker room. Why? I don’t know. I just think they think that we (the gay men of America) are all out to get them. I don’t know about that. Gay men just have a healthy fantasy life. Personally, all men are gay. It’s much simpler that way. It would be even simpler if those homophobic dudes just chilled out and accept whatever attention we’re giving them. After all, there’s nothing to fear from us, right? We’re all girlie men, eh?

I think the problem is that those guys are afraid… of a couple of things. They’re afraid they might enjoy the attention. Or, that they might be treated by us the way they treat women. Maybe they think that we won’t take “no” for an answer. Hey, “no” means no, unless they’re being coy like they accuse women of being.

Remember what FDR said.
To paraphrase, you have nothing to fear but fear itself.

So, homophobic men of America, be cool. The next time you’re in the locker room, or on the streets, or anywhere, and you catch me giving you the eye, don’t fret about it. It just means you’re a hot looking dude and you should be proud of that.

After all, it’s not my fault!

Ciao for now!
Mike

Cry The Beloved Country

Dateline: Los Angeles, CA

The airwaves have been full of the sound of the so-called Fuhrman Tapes for two weeks now and the sounds are deafening.

Lawyers hurling insults back and forth;
jurists becoming part of the game;
reporters covering the trial like the latest soccer match.

Two people are still dead.

Dateline: Washington, DC

Like the Baltimore Colts before him, Sen. Robert Packwood skulks out of town in the dead of night. Despite a Senate process which would result in his explusion, Sen. Packwood is allowed to resign with an apology and a Federal pension in his pocket.

Second Opinion:

Joe Weider
Men’s Fitness, September 1995 issue
©1995 by Men’s Fitness Magazine, Inc.

Today’s guest editorial comes from an unlikely source, which proves, once again, that there are no unlikely sources.

…I know it’s a long leap from parking violations to terrorist bombings. But while the disease is different, the symptoms are the same: If a person doesn’t personally approve of laws that managed to work their way through our system of checks and balances, he feels no obligation to obey them. … the winds of anarchy — of self-absorption taken to a dangerous extreme — are blowing. We ignore them at our own peril.

Final Comment

Thanks. Joe.
Folks, pick up the issue.
It’s worth it for Mr. Weider’s Publisher’s Letter if nothing else.
Personally, I enjoyed the hunky dude on the front cover!

Random thoughts today. My apologies. It’s a little hard for anything to break through the morass of the Simpson nonsense and a twice daily 35 mile commute; so, I don’t really have any one thing on my mind today. In fact, I don’t have anything on it at all.

Thank God It’s Friday.

Ciao for now!
Mike