Mother Fucking Loving Lady Gaga Bad Romance Is What's going on?

Hubby turned me on to Lady Gaga. She fucking got it going on. I am adoring myself some Lady Gaga. The Daddy Butch left the circuit, now the radical queer speaking here.

Salo or 120 days of Sodom when I was 16.

120 Days of Sodom - Trailer (Salo 120 Días de Sodoma)

When I was teenager, I used to go to a local theatre that every Tuesdays they will have Foreign movies. They will show Japanese movies, Swedish, French, Spanish, Chinese.

I used to get a kick out of them. Specially the karate flicks I used to bring my neighbors for the Karate flicks and they were uncontrollable. They will run through out the theater kicking and fight acting, I used to love the fact that people will get annoyed with them and cursed them out. They gave a shit what people thought of them. One time a woman told one of them to stop jumping from the seat to seat and jimmy pull down his pants and farded at the woman’s face. I was on the floors laughing like a hyena.

Well one time there was this film whose director I did not know his work, Pier Paolo Pasolinni. The movie called my attention right away because it was x rated. So here I went thinking of the hand job that I was going to entertain following the movie. I paid my entrance and alone I sat down to watch the most decadent perverse frightening movie of my life. Up until this day I can’t honestly say that I like the movie, but is that kind of experience that you can never erase. Imagine Caligula X version, with a more contemporary look, and ten times more perverse.

I know that a lot of the members of the queer community have lots of issues with the movie. But this was not even a movie about queer constructions. Peir Paolo Pasolinni himself was queer. He has the most wonderful collection of movies with a huge preoccupation with human sexuality. Arabian Nights, beautiful dream like movie, Canterbury tales, awesome dialogue between the fairy tales and the sexuality meant to provoke. Salo was about Fascism during Mussolini’s time and how in a corrupt society the church, the army, the law, and the government in its patriarchal formation can get away with genocide.

There is a part in the movie were one of the Main Characters, tells to a group of youngsters when they arrived that they should consider themselves dead from the moment of arrival. Recently I went back to recap some of the trailers, I was 16 years old when I saw the movie and was amazed at one of the statements the character made. He said that Fascists are the true anarchists because they a urge for power.

Not long ago Ramona had a post in where she was talking about the fringe like the birther, as anarchist and I on the other hand consider them fascists nor anarchist, but Pier Paolo Pasolini summarixed them and in one singe sentence Pasolinni was capable of mapping their trajectory. Rumor has it that Passolini was kill right after the movie debuted in retaliation against the movie. I warned you be prepared to be shocked. But in a fictional historical context the movie has great relevance.

Joe Lieberman is deplorable.

I am so much hating Joe Lieberman. He is a deplorable scum bag. He needs to be taken down. And the fact that he is from my home state makes it so much personal. I truly hate him. Well, there is something we can all do. Raise awareness for his defeat. He needs to come down. Like yesterday. Progressive Change has a campaign please stop by and make sure your voice is included.

I am having a hard time blogging

As you already know I am having a hard time blogging. I have a full time job a part time job plus I go to the gym everyday for at least 3 to 4 hours. My day starts at 3am and ends at 11pm sometimes. I am not complaining it is just what it is. I am lucky and grateful that I have a job and a part time job, which allows me a membership to the gym.

One of my responsibilities as the School Arts Liaison is that I am in charge of the stage design for our school plays. And I like to go all out for my students. I build props and scenery and backdrops for the shows plus I get to mount it. For this last show the play was Bullies Anonymous so I had to build a “Bullyometer “ and it was fun. The kids loved it, a second grader came up to me and said. “Mr. Colon I love your work. And it is true we need to take care of this bully problem we have in our school.” The sad part about it, is that he is one of the bullies that we are so concerned with, only he is on denial. I love my school and my children, as an artist it is a great place to work and to be creative.

Which brings me to my next topic I haven’t being able to blog, as much as I want to. However the other night, It was late at nite and I was not able to sleep, so I stopped by Joy’s Babble on and she had this wonderful entry about a red wagon trivia. It was so nice to hear her story and to share mine with her. The experience was a million dollars worth .

Any suggestions anyone for my predicament.

Looking for my Gym Bag

Lately, I started back to work and I am working on an after school program. But I tell you not, most of my time afterwards besides traveling is spent at the gym. On Saturday alone I put 4 hours of work out. I am really enjoying the experience. I used to be real big and I have lost twice my size, so going to the gym is a treat for me, cause there was a time I could not even move. One of the most amazing things about the experience is that I am getting to know my body in ways I never new it was possible. It is also helping me a lot with my incredible back pain.

I give you an example, because of having had so much weight for so many years I have real strong legs, I have wrestler’s calves. My legs are awesome. So I do not exercise them, like if I have worked my legs in this last year 3 times that has been it. Most of my work out routine goes to my abdominals, I want my bear belly hard as a rock, and its getting there. Well anyway, on Sunday I was having a real hard time working out, like my mind was mostly on the fact that it was 1pm and I had not even started the weekly review post.

So any how, I remember one thing that my 21 year old physical trainer mentioned to me, which was that your muscular body is all interconnected. I heard what he said, but it did not comprehend what he meant. So out of the blue, since I was having a hard time with my arms, I decided to work on my legs to keep the focus away from feeling defeated. So as I am working my legs I noticed that my spinal cord was expanding. In response to the experience, I decided to take the training to a maximum level. And I put 360 lbs of weight on one of the presses, and when I lifted them I felt this electricity running through my body that it was unbelievable. When I got up from the press, as I was standing the lower back were I have always felt the worst horrible pain imaginable, moved, it expanded. I felt it when it grew. It was amazing I never new that my leg muscles had anything to do with my lower back expansion. The feeling was so incredible that it was sort of spiritual. I felt so connected to a higher purpose at that moment. This my be kind of shallow of me, but I am learning to appreciate my life in ways that I have never done before. You can call me naïve, but trust me when I say, on those few moments of victory I feel wholesome. And this has nothing to do with the 360lbs, this has to do with the fact that I am trusting my self to take chances, and in the process small revelations emerge. So I continued working my legs, and I heard another spinal segment move right around the lumbar curvature. It was a pretty emotional joyful moment. Once I was done with my legs I went back to my arms and the experience was more pleasant.

Yesterday I got home around 6 o’clock after being up since 5am. So I decided to head to the gym. I knew that I was feeling out of it, but I was avoiding the couch; I do not want to keep having a long term relationship with it. When I got to the gym I changed my clothes and placed all my belongings on the locker. Around 8:30 after working on my upper back and my abs I decided that it was time to head home. So I went to my locker and first I could not find were my locker was for some reason where I thought that I have left my stuff it was not there, so I finally find it and when I opened it, everything was gone. My gym bag, my boots, my pants, my wallet, my $500.00 glasses, my undies, my keys, everything. I had to do a police report. So when I got home, I mentioned to hubby and he got real angry. I think he felt the way that I was supposed to feel. So he was reacting in my favor of course. But I don’t think that I was that angry. Notice?, I have not even curse. The reason for this is that I am having such a great experience in my gym that I refuse to let this experience tarnish my accomplishments. In three weeks I have lost 10 lbs. But most of the gain that I’m encountering is in terms of muscle mass. My muscles are looking nice. I have a long way to go, but my ideal is to enroll on a kick boxing class by next summer. I want to get physically violent with someone I do not know. I know I am going to get some kicks on my rips and possibly my face, but I hope to come back strong. Woooofff. I am all for it.

Thanks for hearing me out.

Update on my way to the Motor Vehicle Department I stopped by the gym, cause I refused to believe that someone had walk out of that building which is vast ,with my belongings. I knew that they have stole my wallet, and my money but my boots and my lumber jacket? I am not that trendy. Well my glasses maybe. So I went back and did another run through the place and I found my stuff my wallet had money missing but my glasses were there alone with my jacket my pants. I am so happy. My personal trainer told me that things like that has happened at the gym. I am happy. Thank you all again.

Weekly Review October 12th to October 18th, 2009

Proper welcoming goes to Maurol, from Actualizations in Porto Alegre, and Reality Observer from Brazil the hosting nation of the 2012 Olympics, the land of Paulo Freire, a brilliant educational scholar and philosopher, who said "Washing one's hands of the conflict between the powerful and the powerless means to side with the powerful, not to be neutral. "






By Allan. Thusday, October 15, 2009
Allan takes a closer look at a family hoax, pinpointing that perhaps there is much damage in this reality family that it’s lead to believe, in Smells like a stunt to me.




by BUCKO, Wednesday, October 13, 2009
Our science commentator brings another sobering post about how the land of the Nobel price deals with bunnies, in Run David Run, It will help to take a look at this post, because you will gag.



Bob. Saturday, October 17, 2009
In celebration of LGBT History Month Bob has a wonderful fairy/life tale in LGBT History Month: Bob and Carlos, make sure you have some napkins handy, is that great of a story.


By Wonder Man. Saturday, October 18, 2009
Appalling the extend that Christian hate goes just for the sake of cash. Wonder post about a dear issue to me since I am a Yoruba worshiper, this is about infringing upon my spiritual life and practices. Nigerian children are dying from false Claims of witchcraft.


By NG Sunday, October 11, 2009
I so totally agree with you NG about this, in a rally against hate in queens. This is homophobia at its best. I am Puerto Rican and proud of it, fucking 100 percent, but what these dudes did is so not me. This is fucking homophobia at its best. Mucho Kudos for him posting this, in our community we need to talk way much more about this kind of shit. I am sorry, I know how hard it is for us Latinos to be represented on the news, but in this case, I am in favor. totally in favor of the innocent queer man. No apologies here.



By Beth, Friday, October 16, 2009
In, You plays the game, you takes your chances, Beth introduces us to the funky part of her, the Wildcat’s Liar, that she is with no apologies, to no construct. Bless her always. Take a look for yourself. You will not regret this experience. http://nutwoodjunction.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-plays-game-you-takes-your-chances.html≈



Reality Observer
by Maurol, Saturday, October 17, 2009
Maurol, the observer here, has a great take on the significance of Brazil's wonders of Nature great hopes if we listen.



By Larry OHIO, Wednesday, October 13, 2009
Larry Ohio Attended Nat’l Equality March-Part 2. A fighter to the shoes, or to the core. Check him out.



by Kyle, Saturday October 17, 2009
In Gender Lockdown Kyle goes after big cats out there. He has a great take on why Moorehouse homophobic bullshit needs to stop yesterday. Great reads, and to the point.



By Miss Kitty, Wednesday, October 14, 2009
In Fire His Ignorant A** ,Miss Kitty comes after a fuck face that is not ignorant but nothing else than a homophobe. Kudos to her, big time.



By Ramona, Tuesday October 13, 2009
Ramona comes after the Blue Dogs. This Wretched, Reckless Approach to Health Care: It’s Killing us.



By Stan, October 4, 2009
Stan becomes a poet of imetry and voice, beautiful homage to nature in The Fall of the Summer Empire.

Understanding my dyslexia the early years

When I was in elementary school I was always considered a slow learner, in the bottom two classes. I was never like my older brother who was always charming my parents with a’s and b+’s. All the teachers had the same thing to say about me, he does not work hard enough, plus he is a hand full, incapable of sitting still. Reading was a nightmare for me. I was taught to read using a Vassal Model for reading instruction. Which had sentences like Run Tito run, and Tito loves Mota. Tito plays with his ball. Tito plays with Rosa. I used to have a secret cruch for Tito. But then there were far more complex sentences like. Rosa visits her grandmother. By then I was lost. For the light of me I could not register what the words meant. Even though it was really simple, reading sentences, I could not get reading. This is of course my first grade experience.

It was not until 7th grade that a biology teacher caught on to the fact that I did not know how to read. How did I make it to 7th grade without reading comprehension? By cheating, and lying my way out of tests exams and by listening very carefully. So I was good at telling stories. But with all the negative feed back that I was getting, most of my interaction with teachers meant that I was distracting the students, and disrupting the classes, I was always acting out. How did she find out? She used to like me a lot and during lunchtime she will often buy lunch for me from a restaurant near the school and we will eat together and we will have really smart conversations. She was gorgeous too, so I used to feel good about hanging out with her. One day in preparation for her after lunch class, she had asked me to read the newspaper for her, while she was writing on the black board. I started reading the paper, phonetically decoding word by word. Here I am putting my best effort to read the paper, when I noticed that she was growing more and more impatient with me, to the point that she said. “Enough” looking, very hasty at me, “my god you really do not know how to read.” I did not get angry with her, I just felt a sense of relief that someone had noticed that I could not get reading. Words meant nothing to me unless I hear them. The following day she brought with her a bunch of fairy tales (I wonder now if those Fairy tales had something to do with my being queer nowadays, lol), from her preschooler daughter at home. She asked me to decode the first word and I did which was long, then the second world and I did which was Time then the third word, which was ago. And she told me what does that mean. I will reply to her well that this is something that happened way back. She helped me make the transition from understanding syllables, to understanding words, to understanding sentences, to understanding stories. I remember like if it was yesterday, the first book had this beautiful illustration with this gorgeous beautiful princess that was taken away from her father to a land where a nasty witch had her imprisoned. Then this old lady came by and gave her three chicks and told her that if she ever wanted to go back to her father all she needed to do was to feed the chicks some grains of corn while the nasty witch was eating her meal. So when the evil nasty witch came back home and sat down to eat her supper, the princess decided to feed the chicks some kennels of corn. The chicks grew up to be three knights brothers, that slaughtered the witch. The princess married the oldest of the three brothers; he was a hunk.

I believe that the difference between the simple language in the fairy tale, versus the language of the Vassal Reading books, is that the fairy tale story was told as if someone was actually talking. Unlike the Vassar reader, with its emphasis on phonetics, the attention was given to sound production. Yet I never heard anyone talk Tito run to your ball, or Tito plays and plays. Who talks like that? Not even the first graders in my school, we had stories, wonderful stories to tell. To read about a boy that loves a cat, it was meaningless to me. So I could not make a connection between letters and language, or even between sounds and language. I think that I could have been one of those students, that whole language approach and direct book immersion would have been more beneficial. After my biology teacher intervention, I learned to read but not without some big comprehension problems.