His nest is bare
He is kind of big actually
A mime is a terrible thing to waste
Dead Blixa is my new mascot
Elizabeth Queen of Goths
Mister Flibble is Very Cross
Execution of Precious Memories
No More Shall We Part
Ton Steine Scherben
Bring it On
Lydia loves Blixa’s smell
A big ass inflatable cat
My previous experience with Ryan Gossling consists of Young Hercules
I don’t know why I do these things
Not the Warren Ellis from the Bad Seeds
But fuuuuck am I ever bored
Except nobody cares
Things that make me drink
How can you be this good and only do one fucking song?
I miss winter
Nobody cares Dan
Glitter and Doom
Seriously it’s been bugging me for years
This is actually the coolest meme I’ve ever seen.
Blixa you slut
Why you no like my pie?
Emperor Mick of the Elevator Buttons
Nobody fucks with the Jesus
Note to self: clothes are not optional in the TV store
Ashes scattered in the wind
Reblogging everything from Neil Gaiman
I have it saved as terrible Nixa scribble
This is his serious pose
This is his sexy pose
Look at his hair softly flowing in the breeze as he gazes dramatically into the horizon
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The new issue of Newsweek features a cover photo of President Obama topped by a rainbow-colored halo and captioned “The First Gay President.” The halo and caption strike me as cheap sensationalism. I realize airport travelers look at a magazine for 2.2 seconds before moving on to the next one. I grant that this cover will probably get Newsweek a 4.4 second glance. I also understand that Newsweek is desperate for sales. Nevertheless, I doubt that the Newsweek of old, before it was sold for a dollar, would have pandered as shallowly.
The caption is a superficial way to characterize an important development of thought that the president — along with the country — has been making over recent years. It is also entirely wrong. Like the mini-furor a couple of months back about the claim that Richard Nixon was our first gay president, the story simply ignores that the U.S. already had a gay president more than a century ago.
There can be no doubt that James Buchanan was gay, before, during and after his four years in the White House. Moreover, the nation knew it, too — he was not far into the closet.
Today, I know no historian who has studied the matter and thinks Buchanan was heterosexual. Fifteen years ago, historian John Howard, author of “Men Like That,” a pioneering study of queer culture in Mississippi, shared with me the key documents, including Buchanan’s May 13, 1844, letter to a Mrs. Roosevelt. Describing his deteriorating social life after his great love, William Rufus King, senator from Alabama, had moved to Paris to become our ambassador to France, Buchanan wrote:
I am now “solitary and alone,” having no companion in the house with me. I have gone a wooing to several gentlemen, but have not succeeded with any one of them. I feel that it is not good for man to be alone; and should not be astonished to find myself married to some old maid who can nurse me when I am sick, provide good dinners for me when I am well, and not expect from me any very ardent or romantic affection.