Just some Presidential observation to end the weekend. :)
This video profiles 80′s pop sensation Rick Springfield and his life-long bout with depression. He opens up about his suicide attempt as a teenager and his struggles, and triumphs, throughout his childhood, career, family, and spiritual life.
Wendy Davis looks to be the first viable Democrat running for governor since Ann Richards in 1990. Can you imagine how much better that state, and the country would be, if Texas went blue?
Tomorrow is Culinarians Day. You don’t have to be a pro to celebrate this day. This is a day where you simply cook something and enjoys the fruits of your labor.I love to cook and I heart even more to bake sweets. Continue reading
Last weekend I took a quick get-away weekend vacation to Phoenix, Arizona. I know what you’re thinking, Phoenix of all places?! Well, let me tell you, I would do it again. And a big reason for that is the Phoenix Art Museum! Coming from the Bay Area, I would put the Phoenix Art Museum right up there with SFMOMA and the de Young museum!
I just had an epiphany. Really, it just struck me like a bolt of lightning.
As a gay man, I’m possessed by a demon, and he stinks. This, I’m assured, is true, and fixable, by no less a man of God than Bert M. Farias, on his blog The Flaming Herald.
“Here’s the raw, naked truth: Homosexuality is actually a demon spirit. It is such a putrid-smelling demon that other demons don’t even like to hang around it. A genuine prophet of God told me that the Lord allowed him to smell this demon spirit, and he got sick to his stomach. And yet as humans, many embrace this demon. Yes, you heard me right: Being gay is demonic.”
There’s a whole bunch of such stuff in that blog, and if you want you can jump over there and read it, but I’m sure you’ve heard it all before. For me, however, the stinky-demon is a new revelation, and the source of my epiphany. ZAP! FLASH OF LIGHT! CLAP OF THUNDER!
I just realized when my demon moved in!
So I got to steal away for some more vacation time and I hopped to Phoenix, Arizona for the weekend. Before we were wheels up at SFO I had already determined in my heart that I would return to my Gay Sports MECCA while I was there. As usual, Roscoes on 7th didn’t disappoint.