Zack, Miri and I Make a Porno!

Watching “Zack and Miri Make A Porno” tonight made me think back to my youth — when I wasn’t laughing my ass off. Extremely funny movie with Seth Rogen that is refreshingly open about sexuality in all forms.

It also made me think to my youth. I always wanted to be in a porn movie. And I had my chances growing up in the Porn VHS/DVD capital of the Western Hemisphere — Van Nuys, Calif.

Damn, interruption. This will be continued ASAP. Lots of juicy stuff to say!

Peace all!

The Hawk (a work in progress)

This came into my head while humming the melody of the Beatles’ “Day in the Life.”

It still is a work of progress.

The Hawk

I saw a bird today, oh boy

Eating its own as if it’d won a war

Driving by I felt very strange

Dead bird’s body, rearranged

Mad Hawk black bird, deranged

I drove right by him in my car

The Hawk looked at me and if looks could kill…

In A Perfect World

This blog post is formatted in list form. Every day, I will add another ideal in what I think would make a Perfect World.

I don’t think it’s possible for a perfect world to exist — people would argue over the definition of “perfect.” But I do think we must visualize what it would be like to live in a perfect world.

My plan is to update this blog with an “In A Perfect World” ideal every day. In a perfect world, that would happen. But it’s not a perfect world. So it probably wont. Thus, I’d love to get input from all you readers out there! What’s your idea of a perfect world (in one sentence)? Let us all know!

Here’s to a Perfect World!

In A Perfect World:

No one would be hungry.

Love would come easily.

We would all have the same definition of love.

Pets would not die.

Bath soap and deodorant would be free to all.

We could snap our fingers and food would appear.

Money would not exist.

Hate would morph into love.

Depression would not be so…depressing.

Physical tolerance would not exist; however, emotional tolerance would.

We would all get as many hugs as we desired every day.

I wouldn’t relate so well to Neil Young’s “Old Man,” just as I did 20 years ago.

We wouldn’t all be so needy.

The Geico Caveman would switch to Progressive.

Intolerance would not be tolerated.

We would all get as many hugs as we need daily.

This blog would not be needed.

Children would remain innocent until their teen years.

Parents would be granted infinite patience to deal with their teen children.

War wouldn’t be so much fun to so many.

Peace wouldn’t be so boring to so many.

We wouldn’t be so afraid of our fellow humans.

We would dance all night long.

Loving others wouldn’t seem to be so damn difficult.

The number of arguments that sound like broken records on both sides would decrease to nil.

Horticulturists would not be getting arrested while hard-drug cookers remain relatively unscathed.

Human beings wouldn’t desire hard drugs.

Hugs would be encouraged.

This blog wouldn’t be needed.

Animals would be treated with respect.

People would treat one another with respect.

We wouldn’t be so afraid of falling in love and being hurt.

Greed would cause emotional and physical pain, much like the anti-profanity chip that was placed into Alex’s brain in “A Clockwork Orange.”

People who want to work, could.

The word “Entropy” would be used more often.

I wouldn’t feel so awkward around people drinking in bars.

I could feel that silly, happy, jovial spirit that most people feel when drinking.

I would not be so introspective. Or would I?

When you say you love me, you’d really mean you love me.

We would all be making love, not war.

Rock, Cock and Jocks

Welcome to the first post of my Black Rock Writer blog. Most of you reading this know that “Black Rock” refers to the wondrous place where Burning Man takes place each year.

I love Burning Man. Some of my most precious memories have taken place there. It’s one of the few places — aside from home — where I feel comfortable. And even there — at Burning Man, not at home — I sometimes feel an outsider. That sounds ridiculous writing it. How does one feel an outsider at an event that welcomes everyone?

That means that “outsider” feeling I have exists in my head. It’s how I see myself, not how others see me. Although, I have learned that others treat me according to how I treat myself. When I feel alone, people tend to leave me alone. When I’m smiling and feel happy and comfortable, people tend to approach me. Despite recognizing this, it’s often hard to get out of my own head.

At Burning Man in 2008, a father of some friends I met told me, “I am not who I think I am. I am not who you think I am. But I am who I think YOU think I am.”

That makes so much sense to me. Think about it.

It’s interesting how this blog is going. I titled it “Rock, Cock and Jocks” for a reason. Yet, I find myself writing a personal post.

Some friends are coming over, so I want to wrap this up.

The reason for my title? No, it wasn’t to shock. I am a rock writer (hence, rock), I am enjoying some fine flowers and feeling very horny (hence, cock) and I’m watching the NBA playoffs as I write this (hence, jocks).

So there you have it. And there I have it. My first blog post. I will be moving this to my own personal domain, although I haven’t yet decided which one.

I will post when I make that change.

Thanks for reading. Please leave comments. It encourages me to write more!

Peace.

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