God save your mad parade...

Every Memorial Day, my town has a big parade. Yeah, it's one big shin-dig here. Only things that compete with it are the 4th of July Parade and the Christmas Parade, where Santa comes to town. Whoo-hoo.

I shouldn't mock, cause I go to them all. (Well not the Christmas Parade, as that's always on a Saturday and I work Satrudays). ANd the Memorial Day one always has a bus of veterans from the nearby Vet Hospital. We always all applaud them as they go by. And this year, walking behind the high school band was an older Veteran, I'm gonna assume from WWII, in full uniform from them, walking along with everyone else in the parade. In all that heat. But he didn't show any signs of tiring, he walked chest out and prohd, God bless him.

This year also had my cute cousin Cam there as well, for the first time (he just turned one the week before). I got a few photos of him (and as a proud cousin, I'll post 'em here).

From the second one, you can obviously tell the parade was quite tiring. I held him for a good while, and he rested his head on my shoulder and just watched everything go by. But when he was getting real close to dropping off to sleep, I gave him to his dad, where the last photo was taken.

Also, there were quite a few hot guys there. (Naturally, I'm on the lookout for them!) Even with my zoom, my camera coudl only do so much. This first guy in the basketball jersey, was pretty hot, had the cutest face of anyone there, not that you can really see his face. And this one guy had the best body of anyone there! WOOF!

But after posting the two photos of Cam, Blogger decided to go on the rag again, and not allow me to put anymore photos to this post. That's like the third time that's happened in the last two days, and it's very irritating. Nonetheless, I'll write about them here and then maybe soon Post those photos.

At ANY rate, so yeah, I was into watching the parade, and those that were watching the parade as well. Nothing wrong with that, eh?

POLT = listening to "Get Em Up" by Paul Oakenfold

"But you're not a girl! And why wuold a man want to marry a man?" "Security?" - Jack Lemmon, Some Like It Hot

Snowmen stand by, time will stop for you and I...

The temps are a little lower today, like 5-10 degrees or so, and the humidity's dropped as well, although it's still warm. Its much more comfortable in my apartment, although, as I said, still warm.

In order to help alleviate the heat, I've found and posted the following photos:







Brrrrrr, chilly! I'm all goose-pimply now...although that might not be from the cold....

POLT = listening to "Rhiannon" by Fleetwood Mac

You know, people, I'm not black, but there's a whole lot of times I wish I could say I'm not white. - Frank Zappa

We're on the road to nowhere...

Where We At Wednesday






















Today we visit Pine Plains New York. Enjoy your stay.

POLT = listening to "Everybody Have Fun Tonight" by Wang Chung

And the state of his bathroom - I'm not one to gossip, but there are things encrusted on his sink that have not simply developed intelligent life, but have, in all probability by now, evolved their own political systems! - Cain, Sandman #70

Save what's left, for the deaf...

After two weeks wherein I was too busy to do it, I give you now...

Tone Deaf Tuesday

Okay, this week we're going back to my year in 7th grade, so this would have been the fall of 1980 or so. THis was the first time we had locker rooms for gym class and had to take showers and all afterwards. This was a traumatic time for me. Naturally, as a good little gay boy in training, I wanted to look at all the guys in their various states of undress, but as a good little small town boy, afraid of getting his ass kicked, I did it only very VERY slyly.

There was a guy I had gym class with who I thought was ALL that. For the purposes of this post, we shall call him Ronny K. Ronny wasn't a big guy then, he was shorter than me. But what really got me worked up was his hair. He had the perfect, parted in the middle and feathered back hair that I had no hope of ever getting. And if he grew it just a bit longer, he would have looked something like Leif Garrett (back in the day when Leif was hot, not how he looks now on Behind The Music).

Also, Ronny had braces, which then was something of a turnon to me. Even now, braces can be hot on the right guy (ADULT guy, not 7th grader). And in gym class, i got to see his chest. he was lean, and not realy muscular, but I can remember all kinds of definition on him, not an ounce of fat, or so it appeared. And my locker was situated such that I had a perfect view of his, and his ass was quite a mound in his tighty-whiteys.

Yeah, i KNOW I haven't mentioned music yet, bear with, I'm almost there. OUr gym teacher had a speaker mounted in the locker room, and after gym, while we showered and dried off and got ready for the next class, he'd turn the radio on and play it through the locker room. There was a day when I was getting dressed, and the radio was playing and the Queen song "Another One Bites The Dust" came blaring through the locker room. Some of the guys started singing and stuff.

But Ronny was walking back from the showers. He was singing, but more like yelling. And during the chorus, he sang/yelled "Another one bites my NUTS! Another one bites my NUTS! And another one's down another one's down, another one bites my NUTS!"

Everyone had stopped to watch him. He had his towel in one hand swinging it above his head. His other hand was wrapped around....his boys. He had them pulled out a bit and was waving them back and forth as he sang. He was high-step strutting through the locker room towards his locker singing at the top of his lungs. And everyone was cracking up, cause it was so funny.

And since EVERYone was watching him I did too. And I got quite a long look at...his goods. And they were permanently branded upon my memory, and they were a source of...fantasy material to me for YEARS to come, even into my college days.

And so, whenever I hear that song, I think of Ronny K's naked dance through the locker room.

POLT = listening to "Vera" by Pink Floyd

Ya know, for a skinny white boy, I make a fucking FAB-ulous black woman! - Emmett, Queer As Folk

The street heats the urgency of sound...

Have I mentioned that I HATE heat? I hate humidity? I hate summer, and any month that FEELS like summer??? Did I ever express these feelings before?

As I was driving home, the thermometer said 95 degrees. Thank GOD the car has air conditioning. I hate this weather now because a) it's the end of May, not the end of July, and the weather outta reflect that and b) just last week, the high was like mid 60s, and now, 7 days later, it's 30 degress higher!

Because of the quick change in temps, I haven't had a chance to put the air conditioners in in my apartment. When I got home, it was like 88 degrees INSIDE! It's not too terribly bad now, cause I got the windows open and the fans blowin right over me. BUt it's still kinda warm. SO I figured, FINE! It's gonna be this hot this quick, I am NOT being uncomfortable, so I'm running around the apartment, and even typing this right now, buck-screaming-naked!

I'll pause now to let you all form and digest that visual.











Done puking yet? Good. wipe that vomit from your chin...right there. Good, now we can continue. I guess I'll have to put the a/c in, but only after the sun goes down and it cools off some, cause it's so hard to get it in right, I always get all sweaty, and cut my finger on some sharp edge or what have you. It's a bitch to stay cool. When I win the lottery and get millions, I'm gonna devise an airconditioned suit, like an astronauts outfit, and that'll keep me fully cooled off at ALL times! Course, I guess the extension cords are gonna be a bitch, eh?

POLT - listening to "Go Your Own Way" by Fleetwood Mac

When you are as old as I, young man, you will know there is only one thing in the world worth living for, and that is win. - Lady Jane Francesca Wilde

Must have crashed his little airplane....

Last week, I was at a party. A friend of mine was there, he's a teacher. We were talking about movies:

Teacher: Hey have you heard about that new movie coming out with Samuel Jackson? It's called Snakes On A Plane.
Polt: I've heard of it, but I don't know much about it.
Teacher: If you know the title, you know the plot. there's snakes on this plane that's in the air, and they get lose.
Polt: (laughin) crazy. Just crazy. And stupid.
Teacher: No, what's crazy is that my kids have already adopted it as a saying!
Polt: What?
Teacher: It means, like, oh well whatever. Nothing you can do. Like I'll say, 'Where's your homework?' and the kid'll say 'Didn't get it done.' and then shrug and be like, 'Snakes on a plane, man. Snakes on a plane.'

Followed by both of us laughing at the stupidity of it all.

Then, Friday night, when we're at the theater, Mr. David Franeschina, who is also a teacher, mentions this movie to me and something about hearing his kids mentioning the title, and I explained to him the other teacher's situation. We both laughed at it again. Especially since neither of the teachers teach in the same school. Nor in the same county.

Crazy man, eh? Oh well, whatcha gonna do? Snakes on a plane, man, snakes on a plane.

POLT - listening to "Wake Up Call" by The Prodigy

Well of course he thought it was a good idea! He's completely delusional! - Cluemaster, Suicide Squad #1

You're a butterfly in the wind, without a care...

This weekend, I watched The Butterfly Effect, with Ashton Kutcher.



It's a very interesting concept, going back in time in your life to change things that went wrong. But it doesn't really work, the movie kinda squanders the potential it had. And the ending had me laughing out loud at its unbelievability. And it wasn't a comedic scene.

Not a bad movie, really, just not as good as it could have been, and therefore, a disappointment.

POLT = listening to "You Get What You Give" by New Radicals

Um, no one's talking to you dear. Just stand there and wait for your clothes to come back in style. - Charlene's Coar, Dinosaurs

It's still a question of gender...

Got 10 responses to the last Blog Poll. And the results, to the underwear question, are as follows:

Going Commando!: 4
Boxerbriefs: 3
G-string/Thong: 2
Boxers: 1
Briefs: 0
Thermals: 0
Bikinis: 0

Hmm, got a majority of visitors to the Palace leaving things hanging free and unimpeded, eh? I wonder about the 2 G-String/thong people, were they women, or just men with bad wedgies?

At any rate, I've got a new Blogpoll put up. Vote early and often!

POLT = listening to "And She Was" by The Talking Heads

To be eighteen or sixteen or whatever, to be young and pretty and have a dick that works - in this country, that's to have everything. Faggot, breeder, I don't care what you are. - Carlos Reichert, Boys Of Life

MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS

In honor of Memorial Day, I give you the following:

























Yeah, the one's not really shirtless, and it's doubtful any of them are actually in the military, but honestly, DOES IT FREAKIN MATTER???? Just enjoy the view.

And remember of our men and women in the armed services and the sacrifices they've made for us.

POLT = listening to "Shiny Happy People" by R.E.M.

There is always a reason to twirl. - Agnes Louise Uvula

I'm sorry I was blind, you were always on my mind...

I'm sorry I'm not posting as much as I did before. I've not been sleeping terribly well lately, and have been tired during the day. And then today, once again, I had one of those damn sinus headaches things. I take Calritin, sometimes it helps, sometimes it doesnt. But it always sucks. Blech.

Hopefully soon, I'll be back to posting and reading others' blogs as I used to. Thanks for coming back to The Palace anyway! It's always nice to have visitors when you're not feeling your best.

POLT = listening to "MIss You" by Etta James

Stop making the same old mistakes and start making new ones. - Cameron Tuttle

Used to be a superhero, I'd swoop down...

Superhero Sunday

Today, we have Firestorm.

I should note that just in the last year or two, there is an entirely new Firestorm that I know little about. I'll be discussing here the orinigal one.

1st Appearane: March 1978
Real Name: Ronnie Raymond
Powers: Flight and rearrange the structure of inorganic matter
Origin: There was an explosion at a nuclear facility. Caught in the explosion were college student Ronnie Raymond and Professor Martin Stein. They were fused together as the being known as Firestorm. Since Professor Stein was unconscious at the time of the accident, he became little more than a voice in Ronnie's head. It was Ronnie who controlled the actions of Firestorm. The pair could seperate back into thier individual selves, and when needed, re-merge into Firestorm.
My Thoughts: I was introduced to Firestorm when he became the newest member of the Justice League soon after I started collecting them. He was cool character to me because he was so much younger and inexperienced than all the other members of the League. After one of the League's periodic re-organizations, Firestorm left the Legaue, and I kinda lost track of him. he at one point was merged with some Russian superhero and became "Earth's Fire Elemental" whatever that means. And then, later, Ronnie found out he had leukemia, but also discovered he could become Firestorm by himself. I only know this because he rejoined the League for a short time. Apparently, Ronnie died during the Identity Crisis, but the "Firestorm Matrix" was merged with a young black man in Detroit, and he became the 'new' Firestorm. I don't really hoenstly know much about the character after he left the League the first time...and sometimes, I think that's for the best.

POLT = listening to "Karma Police" by Radiohead

Sex is the only thing worth lving for. - Robert Mapplethorpe

On the brite side, I've got my visuals...

Last night, I went to see X-Men 3. I'm going to warn you know, this post may containg some spoilers. I will give a warning again once I'm talking about stuff from the movie, so if you've not seen the movie and don't want to know anything that goes on during them, obey the warnings I'm gonna give!

Firstly, though, I realized that so often in here I talk about people, and i casually throw names about like seeds in a garden. Some of you may not be remembering these people as well as some others. SO, I've got out online and found some little photos that remind me of each of the people I talk about, and hopefully that can help you all remember who I'm talking about as well. This post, I'll be talking about the following people, in addition to myself:

Ghostie, the dead boy wonder, I've mentioned him numeous times, he needs no further introduction;


















Gilligan. I used to work with him, and I'd always call him 'my lil buddy', hence the Gilligan name. even got him a shirt with Gilligan printed onthe front. Naturally, i have one that says Skipper too.








Mary Ann. This is Gilligan's girlfriend who I met for the first time that night. I liked her. She seemed normal...and a normal girlfriend is quite an accomplishment for Gilligan.











Mr. David Franceschina AKA Steven Furry AKA The Closet Liberal














Mrs. David Franceschina , God love her and give her patience.











So anyhow we met at the Mall; ate at the food court; made fun of the security guards, and other freaks that populate the Valley Mall; harrassed Mr. David Franceschina about the fact the country had come to my point of view, deserting him, as evidenced by Bushie's 29% ratings; and then went to the theater. Miraculously, we found six seats all together, and that's where we sat. This is where, before the movie started, that I found out this; and then the movie started.

SPOILERS ALERT!!! (skip this part if you don't want to know anything about the movie)

I'll still try not to go too indepth to the movie...

I liked it. Not as much as the first two, or perhaps I should say, I dislike this movie more than the first two. I disliked it for two reasons. 1) Characterization was minimal at best. The director is better known for action flicks, and it seems he sacrificed character growth for action sequences. Don't get me wrong, the action scenes are outstanding. BUt there was little to none character change or growth or anything. And 2) they could have titled the movie "WOLVERINE....and his X-men friends". The character of WOlverine had WAAAYYY too big a part in this, and the rest of the X-Men suffered as a result. I understand they're going to make a seris of WOlverine movies (which I am very doubtful that I'll waste my money to see), but they could have at least waited for one of those before moving that character front and center in an X-Men movie.

On the plus side, there is PLENTY of eye candy! Cyclops, though his role is small, is looking good with the scruffy beard thing going on. Colossus looks extremely hot in his sleeveless uniform. Ben Foster, the guy playing Angel, has a torso and abs carved from marble it looks like! ANd my boy Shawn Ashmore, just looks cuter and cuter as Iceman. ANd he even gets to kick a little butt, sorta, this time. There's an spiky Asian guy in the Brotherhood that's easy on the eyes, and even Madrox, the Multiple Man is kinda hunky.

As mentioned, the action scenes are memorable, with the special effects nicely done. ANd the costumes the team wears work well. ALso, there's humor: some of Beast's comments brought chuckles, as did Kitty Pryde's fight vs. Juggernaut. Yeah, who'da thunk it?

However few things stuck out as incosistent to me. And if I think the fact that I noticed them during the movie the first time I saw it, shows how the movie did NOT have me wrapped in it's grasp like I hoped it would.

1) Storm and Wolverine take the jet to find Jean and Scott. They land it in a large fog bank. they exit the jet and then walk a few yards or so in one direction until Storm thinks of disapating the fog (why it took her so long, I have no idea). When she does so, they are on a beach, with the lake in front of them and the woods behind them. My question, when I saw this was, Where is the jet? How could they have landed it in the wooded area behind them?

2) When the Professor discovers Wolverine ont he floor and Jean gone, he searches for her, and they realizes she went home. They hurry to the jet, and arrive at Jean's parents house post haste. At the mansion, the Professor was wearing a purple tie, at Jean's house he's wearing a yellow tie and different shirt. When did he find time to change those, and why?

3) The team sees Alcatraz under attack, suits up, goes to the jet and flies as fast as they can from New York to San Francisco. They fight a little, and then Angel's father is thrown from the roof, and suddenly there's Angel, grabbing him and saving his life. The only problem is, Angel was back at the mansion in New York, and did not fly over ont he jet with the others. Even if he's a fast flyer, I doubt he could get across the continent almost as fast as a super-sonic jet.

4) When Magneto rips the GOlden Gate bridge up and moves it (which was an impressive scene mind you), as he settles it down, you can see the torn parts of the two towers hovering above the water. Indeed, if he had allowed the bridge to settle, the bridge part of it probably would have been udnerwater. Yet, later on, after he's injected with "the cure", the bridge still remains where it was. With his power no longer holding it up, it should have dropped into the bay.

These are nits I'm picking, I realize that. BUt the fact they occured to me whiel I watched the movie, shows to me, how the movie was lacking compared to the first two.

Still I did enjoy it, and would recommend it to anyone even remotely interested in seeing it. It's just a shame they're going to end the X-men franchise and replace it with *shudder* WOlverine. And what's worse, according to the trailers, the next Marvel movie is gonna be about Ghost Rider???? WTF??? Why choose a throw-away no name character like that? no Captain AMerica movie? No Iron Man movie? Hell, no Wasp movie? I mean, she's been a longer, better character than...*groan* Ghost Rider! Oh well, whatver.....

POLT - listening to "Shine" by Cyndi Lauper

The perfect tool for combating mindless optimism is the workplace. - Mac Anderson

Who needs marriage? We are humans all...

I don't know if I posted this before. Even if I did, it's worth a second look.

10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage is Wrong
01) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.
02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.
05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.
06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.
07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.
09) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.
10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.

Seems to state the case very well to me. Any questions?

POLT = listening to "Another Brick In The Wall (Part III)" by Pink Floyd

One experience is worth ten titles.

Playing my guitar and building castles...

What is it about guitars that make cute guys want to get naked while they play them?

Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I'm just askin...

POLT = listening to "Hash Pipe" by Weezer

Never keep up with the Joneses. Drag them down to your level. - Quentin Crisp

Never been an oyster so divine...

I went to see X3 with several friends this evening. I'll post on the movie itself probably tomorrow. But something even better than the movie occured. It appears that David Franceschina, Mr. Steven Furry himself, Mr. Republican, Mr. "How's-That-Howard-Dean-Thing-Going-For-You-Now?", Mr. "I Love America, and You Are All Communists", Mr. "I like George Bush", Mr. Rub Your Nose In The Democrats Loss, THAT David Franceschina, in November of 2004 cast his vote for John Kerry.

BWAHAHHAHHAHAAAHAHHHAHAHAHHHAHAHA!!!!!!!

Oh the irony of this is SO divine! This type of irony is like a fine wine, it needs to be enjoyed very slowly to be fully appreciated, and done so over a long, long time. This little tidbit of knowledge, which was a well guarded secret from me for a year and a half, is just TOO delicious to NOT comment on. And too sublime to NOT remind Mr. David Franceshina of it on a semi-regular basis.

Believe me, one and all, I will not soon let you OR Mr. David Franceschina forget this. I shall remind you periodically. I'd remind you CONSTANTLY, but I fear I'd lose some readers. If only you all knew Mr. David Franceschina, you could appreciate this more. I'm certain those of you that do know Mr. David Franceschina can fully appreciate all of this. And you're probably all laughing along with me.

Don't worry, David, we all still love you. Just make sure you know where all those stones are in front of your glass house, 'kay, pumpkin?

Oh revenge is SOOO tasty sometimes.

POLT = listening to the sound of my own satisfaction, and Mr. David Franceschina's groaning, even though he lives 25 minutes away from me

Making someone gay is exhausting. I don't know how my mother did it! - Jack, Will & Grace

A kiss is just a kiss...

Frenching Fridays

POLT = listening to "Ignoreland" by R.E.M.

Leave your underwear on, I'm gonna chew through them. - Mike, Queer As Folk

I feel the need to be naked with you (part X)...

It's that time of the week again! Yes, it's HNT!

I have a very dear friend Amie. She's very crafty, meaning she's into crafts and not meaning she's sneaky and devious. At any rate, last year, for the gay Pride celebration in DC (that I go the every year) she made, hand made, me a necklace. It's a rainbow bead necklace. And she made it so that I could proudly wear it at last year's Pride.

unfortunately, she thought Pride was the week after it actually was, so she didn't mail it in time, and I got it the Monday after Pride. But it was still an extremely sweet gesture, and now i get to wear it THIS year at Pride!

At any rate, this is the necklace she made, hung about my own lovely, supple neck.

Beauty, eh? How special do I feel that she went to all the trouble of making it for me? She is such a great person. (and even though I know she reads my blog, and will be reading this post,she is under no pressure whatsoever to comment in some fashion about this post) heeheehee....

If you're interested in more info about all these crazy shannigans, click on the HNT button on the sidebar at the left!

POLT = listening to "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana

"I'm going 120 kph!" "You're speeding in a foreign language!" - Agnes Louise Uvula

This is the end, my friend...

I'll have you all know that I did NOT watch American Idol. A final two without Chris Daughtry in it is a sham. I do not care who won.

Although, i did have a friend text me to tell me Taylor won. I simply do not care. But I am wondering how thier going to market this guy? How disappointed will the people who buy his CD be when they get it home, pop it in the CD player, and realize that instead of watching a gray haired man flail about on stage in a drunken-uncle-at-a-wedding-reception/help-me-I'm-having-a-seizure type of movements, they'll have to actually have nothing to do but listen to his voice, such as that is?

After his 15 minutes have faded (and he's on about minute 13.5 right now) Taylor can at least look forward to the American Idol Reunion Tour in 2020 or so.

POLT = listening to "The Sign Of Fire" by The Fixx

It's not a bad thing to die doing what you love.

Want it quick, urgent, urgent, emergency...

In Case Of Emergency....

Nuff said, eh?

POLT = listening to "One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer" by George Thorogood

Isn't it frustrating to consistently aim for humor and yet miss all the time? - Mrs. Landingham, The West Wing

We're on the road to nowhere...

Where We At Wednesday?























Today, we are in Brooklyn NY. Watch out for the strange, strong, and unusual accents.

POLT = listening to "Stripped" by Rammstein

If Ella Fitzgerald married Darth Vader, she'd be Ella Vader.

Yesterday, my life was in ruin...

There's one in every crowd...

There's always gotta be some ass in each group shot that just ruins the photo.

**hehheehehhee**

POLT = listening to "Prophecy" by Remy Zero

I tried to sing once, back in Berlin. It was liek vaudeville, they threw tomatoes. After the show, I had a nice salad. - Hedwig, Hedwig and The Angry Inch

Ask the dust for any answers...

Okay, time for the answers to the 4 Truths and 1 Lie!

1) The number of states within the USA I have been to is less than the number of times I have been outside the USA.

True. I have been to 14 states, but I've been to Niagara Falls, Canada in 1981; Continental Europe in 1984; The Bahamas in 1989; England in 1995, and Toronto Canada 13 times since 1997 for a grand total of 17.

2) I have been stopped by the police, given a breathalyzer, and charged with an alcohol related crime.

True. Three months before I turned 21, a friend and I were drinking out along back contry roads, when the cops pulled up behind us and pulled us over. They gave me a breathalyzer, which was only .06 or so, so all the could charge me with was Possession of Alcohol under 21. I went to court, pled guilty and had a $71 fine to pay and that was that.

3) Ashamed though I am to admit it, I once voted for a Republican for Governor of Pennsylvania.

False. Oh come on people, I'd sooner vote for a dead dog than I would a Republican. I have voted Republican for some local offices, like for state representative or state senator, but for any national candidate, or state wide office I can proudly say I have NEVER voted for a Republican.

4) Despite being a gay man I have had sex with the wife of a good friend, the girlfriend of another friend, and a 19 year old shapely blonde female co-worker that all my male co-workers were drooling over.

True, although it's not all as bad as it sounds. I was in my early 20's for all of this. The husband was there while I had sex with the wife, and the boyfriend was there while I had sex his girlfriend, both were threeways. And all the other guys at Domino's were drooling over Sarah, a cute shapely blonde. I wasn't, for somewhat obvious reasons. She invited me to a party at her college dorm, and there was much drinking, and she and I ended up alone and one thing led to another, and the rest is history.

5) I once lost 40 pounds over a two month period.

True. yep, the metabolism of an 19 year old is amazing! When I returned home from my freshman year at college i weighed 260 lbs. I started hanging out with the group of guys in late June and we were on the go ALL summer, or at least all of July and August. SO when I returned to college that fall, i only weighed 220lbs. Man, I wish it were that easy to lose it now.

So that's the truths and lies. Maybe I'll do this again, if I can think of anything else.

POLT = listening to "Warning" by Green Day

I have seen some slip-shod backwater burgs, but this place takes the cake. - Miguel Ferrer, Twin Peaks

She washes dishes now, and watches TV...

This evening, I had had enough! I was sick of it and wasn't gonna take it anymore. I buckled down, gathered my strength, marched right in and.....did my dishes. I started at 532 and finished at 610. yes, I did have THAT many dishes. See for a bit there, you may recall, I had a leaky sink, and didn't want to use it...but that excuse ran out like over a week ago when the plumbers came by and fixed it.



the picture above just does NOT do any justice to the mess that was my dishes, cause I think I took this photo like ten days ago. I think this was probably the first time in May that I did them. Now before you all start getting sick or anything, bear in mind, there's no fungus or mold or anything growing there, cause i rinse the dishes off before I put them on the counter to wait to be washed. And I hate doing dishes so much, that I go to one of those big wholesale warehouse type stores around here and buy 500 plastic cups and an equal amount of paper plates at a time. i know, I know, it's a waste of money, or so I'm told, but it saves having to do dishes all that often. I HAD to do dishes now, cause I was completely OUT of clean silverware. Not a usable knife, fork OR spoon to be had. So, I had to do them.

Please, please, I beg you, do NOT comment and leave things like "If you washed them after ever use, you wouldn't have so many to do at once" or "doing them the same day each week cuts back on the long time it takes to get a bunch done" or "if you're gonna rinse them off, why not just wash them?". I've heard them all before. And I've ignored them all before. And while i love you guys more than some of my friends and members of my own family, I'm not gonna listen to you anymore than I do them. Uncle Polt is one lazy bastard, and you are not gonna change that.

But I'm glad I got them done. It wasn't difficult to do them, I jsut HATE doing dishes. Just like I hate vacuuming. Or dusting. Or cats. Or conservative Republicans. It's all the same to me.

POLT = listening to "Carnival" by Natalie Merchant

I can't understand why more people aren't bisexual. It would double your chances for a date on Saturday night. - Woody Allen

Heart of the party, chili palmer...

This weekend, Katherine Palmer died. To most, if not all of you, that means nothing. She wasn't famous, or rich, or well known, but she's been in my life as long as I can remember.

When my mom graduated high school in 1961, she went to beauty school. But when she married my dad in 63, she quit. Nonetheless, about 10 years later, when times were tough for them, she'd do some hair work on the side: giving permanents, haircuts, maybe some home hair coloring, what have you. It was all under the table money, and just for a small group of people. Katherine Palmer was one of these people.

She was old when I first remembered her. She was probably in her mid to late 60's during my first recollections. Mom had this pink hairdryer shaped like a beehive hairdo that she'd sit the ladies under to dry thier hair. When she' d put Mrs. Palmer under it, I'd climb up into her lap as a lad of 5 or 6 or so, and she'd read to me. Might be the newspaper, might be a Dr. Suess book I brought along with me, might be some book or magazine she brought with her. The subject matter was irrelevant, I just liked being read to. And she did.

And something else that I always liked about her, she never talked down to me. When adults talk to kids, there's usually some level of condescension in it. But never Mrs. Palmer, she always spoke to me like I was an adult friend of hers, not some kid young enough to be her grandson.

As time went on, she was a constant in our house, about every other week, she'd be by for the permanent. She brought birthday cards with 5 dollar bills in them, and small Christmas gifts when she came by. When I went to my first prom, in my junior year, she was one of the people mom invited over to take pictures of me and my date. I got a graduate card for high school and college.

As she got older, she came by less and less, but mom would go to her house and do her hair there. Mrs. Palmer loved playing cards: hearts, canasta, bridge, she loved them all. And she got mom to join a group of senior ladies who played once a month, even though mom was the age of the ladies' daughters. Mrs. Palmer drove up into her 90's, although only during the daytime and only around town at the end. She went to the YMCA twice a week and did water aerobics. She loved to walk, but she had at least one and probably both hips and knees replaced, and her body couldn't take a lot of walking. But in water, she was graceful like a dolphin. She was still living alone in her own apartment on her 100th birthday. In November 2004, six months after her 100th birthday, she came into the polls to cast her vote against Bushie cause, as she told me at the time, "I don't like that man, he snickers too much. And he's snide."

She had been in a home for over a year now, for health reasons. But she still retained her mind, calling mom in March to wish her a happy birthday. And mom said she still had her signature soft cackle of a laugh.

She was born in July 1904. At a time where there was no cellphones or regular phones for that matter, microwaves, TV's, radios, or even automobiles or electricity around here. She would have traveled, if she did, by horse and carriage. The roads were dirt at that time and not paved. There was no indoor plumbing, she used outhouses. Not anesthesia, so she had her kids the natural way, and probably had her wisdom teeth removed with no novocaine and fully awake. She was born before presidents Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Reagan, Bush, Clinton an Bushie. Teddy Roosevelt was president when she was born. I think Queen Victoria was still on the throne. Man had not flown yet, to say nothing of gone to outer space. She probably remembered both World Wars, the Cold War, Korean War, Vietnam War, and both Iraq Wars. Russia was a monarchy when she was born.

God, what that woman saw and experienced in her life. Its truly amazing.

I hadn't seen her in a few years, not since the election in 2004. I mean, you know how life gets. But when she called mom on her birthday, mom said she asked about me and how I was doing, and was I still working where I am, and was I married yet (God love her). She was an incredible lady, that lived an incredible life.

She will be missed.

POLT = listening to "Angel" by Massive Attack

He who laughs last, thinks slowest.

MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS

I'm putting the third one up here today because of it's width, i probably couldn't put another photo beside it, and I thought three photos was better than having one photos by itself. And in any case, who's gonna complain about two extra hot guys???

POLT = listening to "Groove Is In The Heart" by Dee-Lite

"Girls you gotta pay for don't count." "Hey, they all cost something!" - Milo, Catwoman Secret Files #1

Psychic spies from China, try to steal your mind's elation...

I was sitting in my living room a few nights ago, it was a warm evening, so I had the door to the balcony open. And I heard a 'thump' from the direction of the balcony. I got up and went into the hallway that leads to the balcony, and peered out, and this, to my horror, is what I saw:



















Damn squirrels...probably spying on me. Droping out of trees to scare me, darting out in front my car, and now, spying on my from my own balcony! I am outraged! Well I've got pictures to PROVE it this time! It's gotta be a squirrel conspiracy...or the Polt Chaos, who knows?

POLT = listening to "I Don't Like Mondays" by Tori Amos

Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing themselves. - Leo Tolstoy

Here's tomorrow, man, with our own tongue...

I forget where online I found these, perhaps a My Space page....

Guy claims to be straight...can you imagine denying that body, those looks and especially THAT tongue, to the hordes of gay men out there who could fully appreciate them all? What a shame....

POLT = listening to "Walk Away" by Kelly Clarkson

Don't fuck with me, fellas. This ain't my first time at the rodeo. - Faye Dunaway, Mommie Dearest

Used to be a superhero, I would swoop down...

Superhero Sunday

Today, I give you Green Arrow.

1st Appearance: Nov 1941
Real Name: Oliver Queen
Powers: Excellent archer, trained hand-to-hand combatant, and above average strength and endurance
Origin: Oliver Queen was a millionaire playboy who was knocked overboard during a cruise. he was swept up on a deserted island, and fashioned a crude bow and arrows to help him survive. Upon returning to his home in Star City, he put on a Robin Hood costume for a party, and then stopped a crime. he liked the thrill of it, took the name Green Arrow and the rest is history.

My Thoughts: I was never a huge fan of Green Arrow, but I always did like him. I encountered him first in the Justice League, and I always like that he, just a normal guy with a bow and arrow, could fight alongside the big guns like Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Lantern, etc. Also, in the late 70's when I started collecting, he was the voice of unabashed liberalism versus Hawkman's conservatism. But Green Arrow got so disillusioned by it all, by the fact the League would go out in space to fight aliens, and yet let the common people on earth just suffer with poverty, war, famine, etc, that finally, he quit the League in disgust. ANd that resonated in my early adolescent mind: having everything, but giving it up to help social equality..what a courageous and altruistic thing to do. Course, as time passed, he rejoined the League and left again during one of its shakeups, and was even killed and dead for a few years, although he's been resurrected (don't ask, its comics. happens all the time) and had his own title for a few years now. But thems the funny books for ya, I guess.

POLT = listening to "Second Hand News" by Fleetwood Mac

But then I think about the time, when we broke up before the prom, and you told everyone that I was gay. Okay. - LFO

All of my cool attitude...

This guy is TOO cool!

Or at least he thinks he is......

POLT = listening to "Jaded" by Green Day

Bart's always felt like an outsider in his own home. Suddenly, he's found himself in a room full of people just like him...and he doesn't know where to look first. - Howard Chaykin, The Secret Society Of Super Heroes

Turn to lies and conversation fear...

I saw this on Persian Guy's blog, and thought I'd do it too. It's called 4 Truths And A Lie.

Four of the following statements are truths, one is a lie. See if you can figure out which is a lie.

1) The number of states within the USA I have been to is less than the number of times I have been outside the USA.
2) I have been stopped by the police, given a breathalyzer, and charged with an alcohol related crime.
3) Ashamed though I am to admit it, I once voted for a Republican for Governor of Pennsylvania.
4) Despite being a gay man I have had sex with the wife of a good friend, the girlfriend of another friend, and a 19 year old shapely blonde female co-worker that all my male co-workers were drooling over.
5) I once lost 40 pounds over a two month period.

Leave me a comment with your guess.

POLT = listening to "What I Got" by Sublime

Always remember: willing is better then beautiful!

A kiss is just a kiss...

Frenching Friday

POLT = listening to "Swamp" by The Talking Heads

"You really showed those dykes who has the low-hangers!" "And for once, it was us!" - Mike, Queer As Folk

In the frying pan, like spam...

From 826am through 849 am this morning, I was hit with 99 spam messages. yes, 99. Let me spell that one out for all of you: ninety-FUCKING-nine!! I had left my word verification down from HNT, but now, I know to keep it up ALL the time. I hope to be able to disable it for HNT's, but if I get 99 spam messages again, I'm just gonna keep it enabled constantly.

Allow me to share with you some of the 'friendly' messages:

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Golly gee, how special do I feel that I have a pretty/interesting/awesome/super/best/wonderful site/website/content/color scheme/graphics/gusetbook!!! And it warms my heart to know so much of my information is usefull!

Do the people that send this shit out really think ANYONE is gonna get all this and then click on the link they attach to each one? What kinda of chucklehead does that? Especially after recieving 99 on them????

So if you notice a bunch of deleted comments on any post, you'll understand why.

POLT = listening to "She Bop" by Cyndi Lauper

You are THE best kisser, hand down! No, no, no, lover, that's just an expression. Put em back up here. Attaboy. - Emmett, Queer As Folk

From curtain to the grand finale...

SO, in the span of six days, three TV shows important to me have ended: Justice League Unlimited on the Cartoon Network, The West Wing, and Will & Grace. Superheros, politics and gays, three things very close to my heart, and three things featured on these three shows.

I was really into all three when they first premiered, and through thier first couple seasons. And then, with both The WEst Wing and WIll & Grace, I kinda lost interest after like 4 or 5 seasons. Things just kinda hit a slump. And while neither ever, in my opinion, regained their luster they had in the beginning, I still think they went out on top. And I still watch them all in reruns, and probably will for the forseeable future.

























Goodbye, one and all. You'll be missed.

POLT = listening to "Deeper Love" by Ruff Driverz

Who wants some more Death Day cake? - Melanie, Queer As Folk

I feel the need to be naked with you (Part IX)...

Per Osbasso's request, since it's the one year anniversary of HNT, I posted two pics today!



Number one is, again at the request of the great and mighty Os, the very first HNT I posted, back on March 16, 2006, a few short two months ago!

Number two, per Os, is a celebratory HNT.

Streamers, tiara, noisemaker, champagne, and Polt! What more do you need for a proper anniversary celebration???? I would have wrapped something else up in streamers, but really, that's not a sight I'd care to show, nor would you care to see. (oh, and I am forced to give credit to Ghostie, the Dead Boy Wonder for taking the photo...he insisted on being mention. Don't know why, he doesn't even read my blog, but what the hell?)

HAPPY HNT!! And Happy Anniversary, everyone! If you're wondering how you can get in on this, just click the HNT button off on the left.

POLT = listening to "Jack-Ass" by Beck

A clean desk is a sign of a cluttered mind.