Category: Personal Circus

Godless Liberals: The Ruination of America

Shamus has put me in the mind of the past with his talk of Mass Effect and its HARDCORE NONEXISTENT SEX. I know that this post doesn’t exist (this one does), but it’s like a time capsule for me. This is another one of those instances where I fail pretty spectacularly to talk about video games, movies or pop culture, so you’ll have to forgive me.
Penny Arcade has also covered the ground, but not entirely accurately: like a great many Rightist sites, Town Hall likes to take their shots where it hurts – the gays. You can go to a great many of these sites and see, apropos of nothing, lists of reasons why gay people are awful and must be stopped.

Happy things

After all of my Heroes rage, and after Tim Kring admitted that episodes one to six of series two sucked, I decided that I’d share a couple of happy thoughts with the world:

On the weekend, I had the finest piece of beef ever to walk on the Earth. If the Two Johns weren’t lying to me, and there is indeed a Cow Town, I just ate its Mayor, and still have some of it left in the fridge.

Tonight, I’m seeing Blade Runner: Final Cut. It is going to be the best thing in the world. Regardless of the changes to the film (and I’ve no idea what they are), I’m really looking forward to watching it without grain. It’s going to be supremely weird to watch the movie and to actually be able to see it.

“Goooood evening, JF!”

Yes, after tonight, my life will be complete. No further discussion will need to be entered into, and the next sixty or so years … who cares what happens? For on November 12th, 2007, I saw Blade Runner in HD.

I’m going to have to adjust my standards, but I’m not sure in which direction. And, for now, I’m spent.

(PS. Going to see The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Gerald Robert Ford to kill the time in between. I wonder what the spin on that movie’s going to be, and what I’m supposed to think of the characters? Thank you, Brad Pitt, for doing my job for me).

A Wench in the Works

I was discussing the airbrushing of homosexuality from 300 with my friend and writing partner Andy. I claim that, despite Frank Miller and Zack Snyder’s best efforts, a single homosexual couple remains in the movie. Andy posited simply that men can be best friends without being gay – which, yeah, is obvious – but I don’t think it holds true here.

This caused me to think how I would feel, were I ever to do anything of historical significance, if the writers or filmers of this history chose wilfully to misrepresent me:

Alexander Doenau: his passion for freedom was matched only by his passion for women. His life goal was to carouse across the 67 states of America and, in his quest to liberate the pepper mines of Old Bavaria, he achieved just that. Doenau died happily at age 94, a lusty wench on each arm.

The pictures would depict me at something akin to the signing of the Declaration of Independence, naturally surrounded by barmaids, cleavage to next week.

I think that, rather than taking offence, I would be absolutely tickled.

Coming Out is not normally a “personal” blog (and I secretly hate that word), although one would hope that you get the “flavour of Alex” from the consumption of its words. The following subject perhaps doesn’t make good reading, but I feel it is important.

The thing is, my story is like a hugely anti-climactic epic. It’s as if Harry Potter had ended with Harry confronting Voldemort, who threw up his hands and went quietly, renouncing his evil ways and helping to rebuild society. Despite this, it’s kind of a huge event in my life.