the first legal male prostitute
I think for a male, if you want to be successful in this type of venture, you’re not a prostitute. You’re a surrogate lover. You encompass everything that’s required of you—not only emotionally, physically—but psychologically. Because women are wired differently. They’re much more sensitive creatures. You actually have to enjoy what you do. You can’t necessarily say, “Oh, it’s just a job.” You actually have to say it’s a passion. I think it’s the same situation as with anything that happens when you break apart a social institution. There has to be some kind of change in terminology to describe persons like myself. And it’s more of a civil rights thing now. Basically this is the first time in the economy of the United States that a male has actually stood up and said, “I want to do this for a living.” And be protected under law to do it. It’s just the same as when Rosa Parks decided to sit at the front instead of the back. She was proclaiming her rights as a disadvantaged, African-American older woman. And I’m doing the same. I’m actually standing up now, and hopefully I can be supported by the male community and be understood as a person. This actually isn’t about selling my body. This is about changing social norms.
Congratulations.
(via marginal revolution)
American religion
Among black Protestants the evil eye figure is 32 percent.
[Because of the Strength]
A Half would Have worked
empty doesn’t
Empty
Suck ASS
I thirst!
MIT Media Lab’s Persona
After pointing to this site yesterday afternoon, I realized it would be a heck of a lot more fun to visualize clusterflock.
I am Robyn Hitchcock
And I am also La Máscara de la Tarantula.
from the comments
Also, what if people want to marry themselves? Or if robots want to marry themselves three or four times? Or what if we’re all just characters in some gay robot’s dream wedding?What if a can of chili wants to marry a gay ceramic mushroom? Mr. Gibbs is not even scratching the surface of what legal gay marriage could do to North Carolina.
Twitterflockers?
A comment of Cindy’s just made me realize: I should follow all of you clusterflockers on Twitter. So who’s using it, and what’re your screenname dealies?
Mine’s greybean, f’anyone’s interested.
“I Am the Walrus”
Deron’s recent letter to Jesus concerning the identity (or identities) of clusterflock commenter Jandek calls to mind statements made to the press in the wake of the recent alleged outing of Banksy. I summarize.
“Banksy is not my son. Banksy is not Robin Gunningham. Robin Gunningham is not my son. I have no son. I am not Pamela Gunningham.”