Sounds like a good set up for a porn movie to me.

A reporter for the New York Times writes this morning about Sarah Palin's performances in past debates, back when she was running for governor of Alaska. She says Palin wasn't at her best when answering questions posed by the other candidates. She says "In the AARP debate, Mr. Knowles and Andrew Halcro, an independent, double-teamed her to press her about how she would pay for health care."

They double-teamed her, eh? Hmm. It sounds like they ganged up on her. Gave her a hard pounding. From both sides. I could see where you might not perform at your best when you're put in that kind of position; but, as she's quoted saying later on in that article, "You know, you got to have the balls to take it on." Well, I guess one thing you can say about her is, she's a trooper.

It's not just me, by the way, is it? I mean, that double-team comment in the NYT does tend to conjure up a good porn scenario, doesn't it? Or do I just need to go get laid, so I can stop reading sex into everything I see?

True or False: We're All Part Gay, It's Just a Question of How Much

Tonight I was watching this stand-up act on Comedy Central that I thought was really funny. Towards the end of this guy's act (Ron White), he said something about how all men are part gay, it's just a matter of to what extent they're gay; first he said that he's not gay himself, but just look at his shoes (which looked nice btw), so what does that say about him; then he said how he'd said this to a cousin of his, and the guy, the cousin, said no way, so the comedian asked his cousin, well when you're watching porn, do you watch two girls usually? and the cousin said, no usually i watch a girl and a guy going at it together; and the comedian said, so do you like to watch a girl fucking a guy with a really tiny limp dick, and the cousin said, no, i like to watch her fuck a guy with a big ........ uh ........

It was a joke, yeah, but you know stuff that's funny is usually funny because it's got that ring of truth to it that you can relate to. A few people have made fun of me, affectionately I like to think, because I do enjoy watching an occasional gay porn scene - - if I see two guys with hot hard bodies going at it with each other, well damn, yeah I can get turned on by that, I can masturbate to that for sure. Ordinarily though, I'd say my preference is to watch a guy and a girl fucking. And yeah, when I'm watching that, I don't just want the guy to look good; I want the girl to look good, too, to look sexy. That's part of what turns me on too, to tell the truth. And I've also had one really, really hot lesbian sex dream in the past, based on a girl I knew a long time ago who had a girlfriend but who I suspected was attracted to me, and I still remember that dream as one of the hottest sex dreams I've ever had.

Well anyway, what got me thinking about this tonight was that it was kind of funny when I heard this comedian say this, because I've heard that same thing before, from a friend of mine. A friend of mine, a straight guy, is good friends with, and roomed with for about six months to a year or so, with another guy who is gay; and my straight friend told me that his gay friend told him that everybody is gay to a certain extent. That friend told my friend that he thought my friend was about 30 percent gay (I think that was the number; I could be wrong, maybe it was more like 20 percent, but somewhere around there anyway). He came up with that number based on certain particular personality traits and personal tastes of my friend ... like how my friend has a really good eye for home design / interior decorating, plus I think probably too because my friend is a very warm-hearted person to a certain extent, a great listener, open-minded and good at empathizing and understanding and sharing emotions and psychology and stuff. So while his gay friend knew that my friend is heterosexual, he nevertheless said to him, pretty matter of factly I believe, that he's 20 to 30 percent or so gay.

Well I know you've probably heard of "girl crushes" before - that was all over the Today Show in their fluff segments a few years ago; and I guess the term comes from, you can definitely crush on a person even if you're not interested in being in an actual relationship, couple-like / sexual relationship, with that person - including people of the same sex who normally date people of the opposite sex. Frankly sometimes I wish that guys had more of certain qualities that girls tend to have, because I think it would be easier to be in a relationship with a guy, long-term, if guys had certain typically female personality traits. And I'd bet some guys feel the same way too, the other way around. I imagine, anyway.

Plus, if you think about it, when it comes to sex ... well, let's talk about anal here for a minute. I love anal sex. Surprisingly so; when I was in college, I remember thinking that anal sex was something I would never want to do. But it just goes to show you, don't knock it til you try it, because damn but I love it. But if you buy into the idea of heterosexual sex is all about the penis going in the vagina, then why do so many people of both sexes really dig anal? I mean, does it make a guy gay if he wants to fuck me in the ass? And if I like ass-fucking, and I'm a woman, then considering that guys have assholes too, doesn't it make sense that they would enjoy being fucked in the ass too, either by a finger or a dildo or a dick, and does that have anything to do with being heterosexual or homosexual? And if I want a guy to fuck me in the ass, does it make me ... um ... a lesbian ... no, wait, a gay man ... no, wait ... fuck, what?

I guess my thought is, that I don't think that the desire to fuck an ass, or to be fucked in the ass, makes you gay, either way; it's more than just which part of the anatomy, male or female, you're sticking your whatever in, or having whatever stuck into you. Gay/straight/man/woman, people out there like anal. So that's not making you fall into one category or another ... but yet at the same time, I can't help but wonder, isn't anal fucking of the heterosexual kind not all that different from anal fucking of the homosexual kind? What makes one different from the other, really? I mean, they're different ... but yet, they're kinda the same a bit too, aren't they?

I have no fucking clue where I'm going with all this, or what the hell the point of this post was ... although I guess in a way I was wondering if, when people say everyone's gay to a certain extent I was kind of wondering, is that talking about something to do with your personality, with taste and personality traits? Or sexual attraction, and what turns you on? To what degree are those two things linked?

I don't know. I just know that I'm up late, I'm exhausted, but I can't sleep, and so I'm drinking in the hope of it knocking me out and making me go to sleep - - but so far all I am is really awake and a little bit drunk, and watching Comedy Central, and thinking really random things, and feeling like writing a post, however stupid it is. But I guess if I had to stretch all of my probably ridiculous thoughts into some kind of point, it would be this: no matter what sex you are and what sex you're attracted to, aren't we all kind of the same in a way, when it comes to sex? I mean, you might have particular preferences of your own, but how can you really say that one person's very minor preference, like a woman who wants missionary versus female on top, is all that different from someone else's perhaps bigger seeming preference, like a woman who wants to be tied up and fucked with a hard dick while another woman sucks on her breasts while she watches two hot guys go at it with each other? ... Eh, not that I am that second person there ... I mean, just because I fantasize about that doesn't mean anything in particular, does it? .... Hmmmm .... :)

I want to be liberated.

(Warning: Links NSFW)

I recently saw something I loved. I went to see Burn After Reading, and I'm just crazy about it. Very funny, smart, and entertaining; it really opened my eyes, and my imagination.

Oh, I'm not talking about the movie itself - although that was great too; I'm talking about one of the props in the movie.

I had never seen one of these before, but man do I want one now.

I want to get ramplified!

p.s. Ooooh ... and I want one of these, too ... wait a second, does that site say they gave those away in Grammy's and Oscar's gift baskets? Damn, it must be nice to live in Hollywood.

Place your bets

The last dry spell was long ... way too long. I crossed the fucking Sahara twice at least during that spell.

I told myself I wouldn't let myself go back there again, if I could help it; but now I'm afraid I may be embarking on a new dry spell. Surely, SURELY, this one won't be anywhere near as long. I think I'd go insane if I had to live without sex again. But sadly, if I were a betting person, I'd say the odds would have to be against me getting laid again anytime soon. In fact, maybe I should take bets, on whether or not I'll get laid again in 2008 ... Anyone? Anyone?

Moving Along

I guess you could distinguish periods of your life between two categories, if you wanted to: times when you do something so new and different that it moves your life along, and times when life is just moving along even though you're not doing anything new or different.

I don't know into which category I would put my most recent relationship. My first thought was that it was a life-changing kind of relationship, for several reasons, the biggest of which was that it was definitely serious. But after six months, it ended. And while I would hope and like to think that I grew some during that time with him, at the end I can't help but think that well, there's six more months of my life gone. Time that I do not regret, because it was nice; but time during which my life has just moved along, without any big changes, such that here I am again, trudging along as before ... the only difference being, I am no longer just 34 years old; I am now 34 and a half years old.

I wish I had an ending to this post that would seem somewhat optimistic, hopeful, something ... but I don't. But I guess that doesn't really matter; because no matter what I say or don't say, do or don't do, tomorrow's still going to come and go. Time still moves on. I guess maybe the thing to do is to think about whether I'm going to just let time move my life along the same as it is now, by virtue of days simply passing by as I get up and go to work and come home and repeat, or whether I'm going to move my life along myself, deliberately, with purpose and hope ...

... purpose and hope. Those are two very difficult things to find and hold onto in this life, I'm finding.

Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair

Going to California, yes I am ... for the very first time. Only for four nights, to attend a conference - - man I wish it could be longer, and I wish I could do fun things instead of conference things. But I am so excited to be going.

I've always wanted to see California, but have never been. Until October that is. I just made all my flight and hotel reservations. Woo-hoo!

So, anyone out there live in San Diego? Know any good places to eat? Touristy stuff I just gotta do while I'm there? I'll be short on time, but hey, this might be the only time I ever get to go; if I have to skip out on some of my conference, well, shhh ... let's just don't tell anyone.

Who, me? Getouttahere.

One of the judges at the court I most often practice before has accepted a new position and will soon be leaving the bench.

Today I received a phone call from an attorney at another law firm who often represents clients in cases I'm involved in - sometimes on my side, sometimes on the other side. He asked me if I've considered running for the about-to-be-empty seat on this court. Ha, no, I said. But he was serious; and then he spent about 5 minutes trying to talk me into it, telling me reasons why he thinks I should apply for it.

Strangely, he's the second attorney to ask me that question; last week I was in deposition, and another attorney, with another firm, on the other side of another case, asked me the same thing; asked me if I had thought about running for a position on this particular court - - like it was a totally normal idea. Like I'd make a good judge.

What's weirder, that two different attorneys have asked me the same question in the past week, since we've found out this position will soon be open? Or that my automatic response to someone even suggesting that I'd make a good judge is to say "what the fuck man? Are you serious? Getouttahere." Either they have misplaced confidence in me, or I have very low confidence in myself.

I'm thinking it's both, actually.