Sunday, June 21, 2015

Happy Father's Day!

I'd like to talk about my own experiences a bit, this Father's Day . . .

My wife and I split up when my son was only 5 years old. I got custody of him and raised him for the next twenty five years. Single father -- now there's an under appreciated minority eh? There are no manuals or handbooks for being a parent, it's a learning experience, you grow along with your child or children, and I chose . . . poorly . . . at times. Not with bad intention, but more along the lines that I thought I could juggle all those balls and make everything come out okay.

Despite my clumsiness, things did come out okay. But given the opportunity, I would change a great many things, would have made more sacrifices, made him even more of the focus of my life than I did.

Every parent, I think, looks upon their child and sees something amazing, something magical, it it part of being a parent, and sometimes it is little more than wishful thinking. But even as a small child, I saw touches, touches of something bigger in my son, that gave me hope that he had the potential of being something amazing when he grew up.

And it wasn't just me. I love to tell this story of the days when we would go grocery shopping together. He was 13-ish at the time, looked like every other burgeoning teenager. And we would go through the aisles with our shopping cart, and always coming the other way would be a woman with a toddler or young child sitting in the child seat of her cart. When we were close enough for the other child to see us clearly, these children would lock their eyes on my son. There faces would light up, a delighted smile beaming from them. My son was great with children even at that young age, and he would smile and wave at them, and these little kids would look so happy just to see him, follow him with their eyes even after we had passed each other in the aisle, they would twist around in their seats and try to look at him. It was amazing. And it happened over and over down each aisle, every trip to the store. I've yet to hear another parent tell a similar story, though I don't doubt it may have occurred elsewhere. But it was magical, in every sense.

And it has carried over to his interaction with his own children. He and his family live out in California, which limits my ability to visit as often as I would like. But I make every effort to get out there once a year. I only saw my own grandfather once in my life, and I have vowed not to be that kind of grandfather to my son's girls.

But sitting in his house and watching him be a father to his own children . . . I wish I could just melt into the walls and watch them forever. The patience and love, the simple business of just playing gently with them . . . he's exactly what I knew he'd become as I watched him grow up. Of course, his girls are 6 months and not quite 3 years old at the moment. And I've already joked with him that in about 12 years he's going to have two teenage daughters and a wife in her 40's . . . that's gonna be a fun household! heh

But all in all, he's grown up amazing, has more growing to do of course, we all do, but as a father, I can look upon my son as my greatest achievement. Despite my missteps and shortcomings he has become a wonderful father, husband, and man. I could not be prouder of him.

I helped bring my son into the world, set his feet upon the path . . . if nothing of note ever occurs to me in my life subsequent to this moment, I will meet my own end in peace, for I have done my job on this Earth in this lifetime.

Thank you Son, and Happy Father's Day to you.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

At the Glamour Awards in London

Always nice to post on this British stuff, because it's one time where I don't get too much grief for my spelling tics -- glamour, attourney, behavior, etc.


Anyway, here are real biological women Gillian Anderson and Kate Hudson. Scully's rocking the caped superhero look with an outfit that gives off a faux see-thru vibe whilst Kate is showing off her tiny chestal upgrades via a plunging neckline:

gillian anderson glamour awards
kate hudson glamour awards

Monday, June 1, 2015

Man, was that the sex episode on Penny Dreadful last night or what?


It was like the writers looked at the season so far and did the facepalm -- Guys! We're on cable and we aren't doing any sex scenes! Let's get it going!

We had Dr. Frankenstein and his new monster Lily (formerly Brona Croft played by Billie Piper). We naturally had to have some really graphic man-on-man sex with Dorian Grey and his crying game boy. And I do mean graphic. Eesh.

For pete's sake, we even were treated (if that's the word) to Timothy Dalton having fully clothed sex (thank god) with Evelyn Poole. The last half hour of the show was like tuning into Cinemax Late Night or something. It just went on and on.

As to the actual plot -- Miss Poole has driven Sir Malcolm's wife to kill herself, allowing Poole to presumably marry Sir Malcolm and get closer to Vanessa Ives. Vanessa is losing a bit of her grip on sanity, turning to Ethan Chandler for solace. I'm a bit confused as to why the little Egyptologist, Ferdinand Lyle, doesn't tell Sir Malcolm about Miss Poole. They went into great detail in Ethan's speech about protecting themselves from being infiltrated and yet Lyle stands by and watches exactly that happening and does nothing. Also not sure why Vanessa can't pick up on Evelyn's spellcrafting over Sir Malcolm.

We learn, both from Miss Ives and the deciphering of the ancient puzzle that Ethan may be some sort of key in this whole affair with the devil and Miss Ives. I'm wondering if somehow Frankenstein's first monster will come into play here. He is clearly taken with Vanessa, and also hates the Doctor with a passion. I can see some scenario where they either get him to the mansion or he arrives to take action against the doctor for stealing his created mate, and he is able to fight off the witches. I'm thinking that as a construct, he has no soul, which may make him invulnerable to their spells and sorcery. It's a thought.

They've been teasing us with images of Chandler revealing himself to Sir Malcolm's manservant Sembene, so I'm hoping we get a look at the werewolf next episode. With the excellent make-up and special effects, that could be a bit of fun.

Still excellent television, with some wonderfully poignant and gripping moments on a regular basis. If you're not watching, you should give it a look. Highly recommended.

Because I'm not going to post pictures of that tranny here

I'm going to talk about Bruce Jenner and his supposed transformation, but no pics. Instead, here's a couple images of an actual female -- my favorite nobody Maitland Ward:

maitland ward bikini
maitland ward bikini

I think Bruce Jenner is on the cover of Vanity Fair in full drag. The pics are everywhere. And I'm pretty sure he's going to get Person of the Year from Time at some point, since they did that other tranny last year or the year before.

I've mentioned before what a crock this is. Jenner's claim that he knew when he was a child that he was a woman inside is the same b.s. we hear from gays when they try to rationalize their decision to live this aberrant lifestyle. It is doubly b.s. in Jenner's case, because, as I predicted in an earlier post, he's not going for the full gender reassignment thing. He's going to keep his man sexual organs and he's going to continue to have sex with women. Because this whole thing is nothing other than a messed up guy who wants to prance around in women's underwear and wear make-up and such.

He wants to be able to put this charade on and take it off when it is convenient for him. How is that him becoming the woman he always knew he was supposed to be? I can't wait to hear him in interviews as he tells about how, when competing for and winning the Olympic Decathalon, he was somehow acting out his powerful female side and racing for equality or some other horsesh*t. He'll be feted and lauded on every celeb blog and women's talk show as some sort of icon or trailblazer. And we, as a country and a people, will be one step further from what we were intended to be in the Creator's plan.


And if you were looking for a reason to boycott ESPN for the rest of your life, here it is -- they are apparently planning to give Jenner the Arthur Ashe award for bravery at the next ESPY's. Ashe was a true pioneer, who maintained a quiet dignity while not slamming his choice of lifestyle in our faces. Bruce Jenner has devolved into a total famewhore, just as warped as the rest of that Kardashian clan. Milking his desire to prance around in women's undies for every dollar he can get. To defile Ashe's name by associating him with this effing loser borders on criminal.

F*ck you, ESPN!