Archive for the ‘Holidays’ Category

Swim Meat, the video

October 30, 2024

(Publicity for a gay porn video, entertaining in its way but absolutely off-limits for kids and the sexually modest)

🎃 🎃 🎃 three jack-o’-lanterns for penultimate October, Halloween Eve (that is, the day before the day before the day of the dead) — in my house, the day when the pussyboys go out to seek their phallic prey

Into this scene comes this morning’s e-mail from the Falcon | NakedSword Store, offering:

Hot House movie download discounts — full movies $11.95 each

With, right at the top, the crudely pun-titled video Swim Meat and its cover illustration, offering four fine pieces of swim meat, one (Johnny V’s) just barely concealed by his swimwear; plus three proudly jutting tubesteaks that I’ve had to suppress for WordPress modesty (but here you can view the uncensored cover, along with the publicity text):

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A Swiss philological moment

October 20, 2024

Wayles Browne writes from Cornell:

you might spare a posting for Jacob Wackernagel, the Swiss philologist, who was the first to make sense of second-position clitics (https://langsci-press.org/catalog/book/270), born 11 December 1852; and for Jost Winteler, the other Swiss philologist and author of Die Kerenzer Mundart des Kantons Glarus in ihren Grundzügen dargestellt (1876), who may or may not have been a predecessor of phonemic theory, but who definitely was a mentor to young Albert Einstein after the latter moved to Switzerland. Winteler was born 21 November 1846.

This is that posting, First, I have added Wackernagel (12/11/1852) and Winteler (11/21/1846) to my e-calendar.

Then, from my reply to WB:

I used to be an authority on second-position clitics, even have a t-shirt that says PUT YOUR CLITICS IN SECOND POSITION.
As for Winteler, Canton Glarus is where the Zwickys come from — mostly from Mollis.
Meanwhile, I happen to be wearing my Swiss-flag gym shorts. Hail, Helvetica! and all that.

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Hunky Halloween Hamlet

October 15, 2024

From Tim Evanson, on Facebook this morning, his image for 16 days to Halloween:


(#1) Hunky Halloween Hamlet, let’s call him Hunklet, contemplating Peter Pumpkin (who really should have a grinning face carved in him) instead of Yorick’s grinning skull

The Shakespearean context (written as connected text rather than as poetic lines):


(#2) “Here hung those lips that I have kissed” — so Hamlet cries in iambs dread

(though I note that #1 could be read as God — or Zeus / Jupiter — surveying the Earth; everybody sing: “He’s got the whole world in His hands”)

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The henchmen and the husband

October 11, 2024

🏳️‍🌈 🏳️‍🌈 🏳️‍🌈 three rainbow flags celebrating National Coming Out Day, which is also the anniversary of my wedding-equivalent to my (alas, long-dead) husband-equivalent Jacques Transue (in those days, there were no same-sex marriages, so no same-sex wedding anniversaries either; queers had to invent their own practices and occasions, which most of the rest of society, with some honorable exceptions, simply dismissed as illegitimate — and, yes, that still fills me with white-hot rage). And then coming out, a process that proceeded slowly and painfully through the 1950s and 1960s, flowering publicly in the 1970s, but was still attended by shame and despair and near-suicidal depression, until I slowly embraced my inner fag and transformed, in steps, into some kind of warrior queer, ending up where I am now, known in some circles for being a Famous Fag (who used to teach linguistics, many years ago, and still writes some mostly fluffy stuff about language). An unexpected development, not at all how I expected to be remembered, but not an unpleasant one; I could have done much worse. Especially since my coming out was such a mess.

So if you’re queerly inclined, I passionately recommend coming out, but see if you can do it better than I did. Of course you’ll have to do it in a way that suits your own circumstances, which aren’t exactly like anyone else’s; but learn from others, be gentle with yourself, and cultivate friendships. (I know, such conventionally generic advice, but not entirely useless.)

I will have more to say about coming out and NCOD. But first, since most of life is random happenstance, I’ll have a few things to say about today’s Bizarro cartoon, which has nothing to do with NCOD or husbands (of any degree of legitimacy) or queerness, but instead is about henchmen (of a particularly thuggish sort). And, by the way, about language, because in the cartoon Wayno (a) commits a groan-worthy pun that (b) is about English vocabulary.

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Roll over, roll over

October 1, 2024

🐇 🐇 🐇 rabbit rabbit rabbit to bring in October, a month that embraces: Hangul Day (10/9), a linguistic holiday (celebrating the excellent Korean orthography); NCOD, National Coming Out Day (10/11), a gay holiday (also, not accidentally, the JHT-AMZ wedding-equivalent anniversary, from the time long before same-sex marriage); and Halloween (10/31), a strange religiocultural holiday — the three occasions together in this parody of the Gunpowder Treason rhyme:

Roll over, Roll over
The first of October
Hangul, coming out, and black cat;
I have no doubt
That coming out
Is something to celebrate at!

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Briefly noted: the return of the boletes

September 22, 2024

It’s 😎 Equinox Day 😎 — autumnal, here in the northern hemisphere; vernal, in the southern — and it’s been unusually humid (yesterday morning, a bank of fog rolled in around 10 and then rolled out about 15 minutes later), so I have another crop of boletus mushrooms, big — about 4 inches across — yellow-brown plates, here and there throughout my little garden strip. One of them, peeking out from the edge of the ivy:

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Slasher Day

September 13, 2024

🔪 🔪 🔪 slash slash slash: It’s Friday the 13th, and Jim Horwitz has re-run a Watson strip from 9/13/19 that plays with Friday the 13th‘s slasher Jason in a hockey mask:


Fudgey the little boy and his big dog Watson; here, Watson’s in a hockey mask, which Fudgey is sure none of the other kids will recognize as an allusion to the slasher Jason in all those old movies (12 of them, the last released in 2009)

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Bobblehead Dick

September 8, 2024

(Well, yes, a birthday penis for me to enjoy, so this posting isn’t suitable for kids or the sexually modest)

This year’s birthday card for me from my old friend Vadim Temkin (old friend, but one generation younger than me), a digital artist whose work has often been featured on this blog — playful, clever, homosexy, and with a style of its own. He creates well-designed characters that don’t pretend to fool the eye, but live in a parallel reality — in the case of this year’s card, what looks like a world of slickly made plastic figures, from which comes the smiling Dick, who is completely naked except for a white collar and black bow tie where his rather large head attaches to his body, giving him the appearance of a bobblehead doll. (I don’t think Bobblehead Dick was Vadim’s intention, but it’s what I see, so I’m going with it.)

Meanwhile, his penis is on display, except that it’s awkwardly attached to his body; I’ve had to fuzz it out for WordPress modesty, but it’s an imperfection in the figure, and an annoying one, because of course the bobblehead’s penis — Bobblehead Dick’s dick — was a significant part of Vadim’s gift to me. Among other things:

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Queerios

September 8, 2024

🎶 9/8 🎶, and it’s Antonin Dvořák’s birthday (in 1841); see my 1/27/24 posting “Spillville”, about Spillville IA and the Czech composer, with this note:

let me recommend the Wikipedia article on Dvořák, for its detailed telling of a remarkable life, of great talent, a lot of pluck, a fair amount of luck, generous humanity, and the benefit of champions, advocates on your behalf (in this case, primarily Johannes Brahms)

(with a reminder that tomorrow, 9/9, is Negation Day, on which we protest, in German: Nein! Nein!)

But now for something completely different, from the Gay & Fabulous site (brought to my Facebook page all the way from Oz by Ruth Lawrence this morning):

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Greetings from old friends

September 7, 2024

Birthday greetings, especially in the form of animated e-cards, but in any case, from old friends, friends from two cohorts: my generation (now in our 80s or close to them) and the generation after mine, my daughter’s generation — people I could gently characterize as being in late middle age, but in fact this is the age of mature accomplishment and recognition. (I do have friends from two generations before mine, and some from three, but they’re not sending me presents.)

Two Jacquie Lawson animated e-cards to come; in between them, a reminiscence from 1974.

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