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Just watched Stephen King's The Mist. It was worth watching, not for the monsters, but rather to witness how the human mind works under extreme pressure. It was interesting to see the interplay of a mind's assessment of a situation, one's personality, values, and priorities, and how one would react to a given situation. I'm usually a sucker for monster movies. I've always been interested in cryptozoology. But for this film, which doesn't show much of the monsters, except for the pterodactyl-like creatures, the bugs, and the spiders, I absolutely don't mind. Why? Because I don't think that that was the real intention of the film or novel. It was the human mind and personality at work that is the focus of the story. The monsters and the "Arrowhead Project" were merely backdrops to set the scene for what was really the story. One thing marred the whole thing, though: the bad acting of the lead role, the father. Especially his scream at the end. Before I watched the film I read its synopsis on the net. I don't know but for me it doesn't spoil everything. I like doing that. It prepares me for the film and because I partly know the story I don't have to focus too much on figuring out the connections between stuff (particularly in films where you need to do alot of thinking!!!) Anyway, when I read about the father's scream of anguish on the net, I imagined it to be a blood-curdling, spine-tingling and hair-raising scream of desperation and hopelessness. Instead, the father's scream at the end turned out to be mediocre, something I don't even expect from third-rate horror movies, much less this film. Especially when he stops screaming and opens his eyes and you can't read a single emotion from his face...Argh! In the end my excitement about this movie could be compared to the behavior of a mist in the real world. It's foreboding, seems big, but easily disperses in time.

The Manchuria List, aka Wishing and Hoping by Dusty Springfield

Wishing and hoping and
thinking and praying,
planning and dreaming
each night of his charms
that won't get you into his arms,
so if you're looking to find love
you can share, all you gotta do,
is hold him and kiss him, and love him
and show him that you care

Show him that you care just for him,
do the things that he likes to do,
wear your hair just for him,
cause you won't get him, thinking and a praying
wishing and a hoping

Just wishing and hoping
and thinking and praying
planning and dreaming
his kisses will start...
that won't get you into his heart...
so if your thinking how great true love is
all you gotta do is...

Hold him and kiss him and squeeze him and love him
just do it and
after you do, you will be his

Show him that you care just for him,
do the things that he likes to do,
wear your hair just for him,
cause you won't get him
thinking and a praying
wishing and a hoping

Just wishing and hoping and thinking and praying
planning and dreaming
his kisses will start...
that won't get you into his heart
so if your thinking how great true love is
all you gotta do.....

Is hold him and kiss him
and squeeze him and love him
just do it and after you do
you will be his....
you will be his.....
you..will..be..his........

Of Fags and Their Hags

Fag Hags. Every fag I know has one. I, for one, enjoy their company. Most of my them treat us more like a sister. In fact, they are our sisters.

But there has been some change in the subculture of the fag hag.

There are some hags nowadays who no longer treat their fags as part of their company, but merely as accessories, the one designated to give the right (funny) statements at the right time. Though I admit this is one of the talents we gays have, it is not the only thing we can do. I'm not saying doing this is not right, but if you reduce one's ability to just this, it seems degrading.

I met one self-declared fag hag who I totally detest. She doesn't even understand the whole thing about being gay! She seems to think that her gay friends are just "in a phase." Worse, she even entertains the thought that her fags will soon "see the light."

Forgive her, she doesn't know what she's doing.

One time, she said that she totally understood homosexuality. A few minutes later, she said that homosexuality is acquired thru exposure to other gays and their subculture. She said she was very sure of that, based on her observation.

I told here that although the origin of sexuality in general, and homosexuality in particular, hasn't yet been proven conclusively, the current evidence seems to point that the biological factors play a very big role. I for one, wasn't totally exposed to gay culture until I got into college. But even way before that, I can already call myself queer.

She dismissed the subject, saying I don't really know myself and that I'm just confused and biased.

Where did she come from? She's entitled to her own ideas and opinions, yes. But who can better understand what gayness is than gays themselves?

She is not the ones who undergoes the hardship, the loneliness, the stigma of being gay. In fact, she hasn't totally lived the gay life, not even once. What gives her the right to pontificate on such a matter?

Fag hags should be sisters who understand us, not bigoted half-sisters, who relegate gays to a lower status. But how can they understand us, if they don't even accept who we are

No one should be under or over another, but should be there right beside one another, holding each others' hands, supporting each other.

Except for this one, I think. I can't seem to forgive her. Pity, she's pretty despite her views. Maybe I'll just preserve her under a glass dome and put on a shelf. That way I can preserve her beauty without having her contaminate the world further with her misguided opinions.

;-b