During a Canadian television broadcast Evangelist Jimmy Swaggart said, “I’ve never seen a man in my life I wanted to marry. And I’m gonna be blunt and plain: if one ever looks at me like that, I’m gonna kill him and tell God he died.”

Cautious but brokenhearted gay men across North America are taking him at his word and practicing not “looking at him like that” despite his obvious broad appeal to homosexual males, which apparently prompted this week’s warning.

Carl, 36, of Carlsbad, California, who preferred we not use his last name, spoke frankly about the Reverend Swaggart’s statement.

“I think I can relate. I’m a gay man and I’ve never seen a man in my life I want to marry, either. They look at me like that all the time, too. It just drives me cu-razy!”

Carl’s suggestion if you come across the Reverend any time soon?

“Well, I personally don’t mind a little flirting, but don’t get all serious! We are not the marrying type! And it’s NOT worth getting killed over.”

my flaxseed oil does not seem to be having the health benefits touted by all the experts merely sitting on the top shelf of my refrigerator. apparently i am supposed to be actually ingesting said oil daily, as suggested and planned when purchased. i suppose this can also be said of the untapped jar of whole cranberry juice, the almost-full container of joint mumbo-jumbo and a host of other help-me-now’s. i have the best intentions, and the receipts to prove it. i wonder what scientific breakthrough it would take to have the mere purchase of a product have the actual beneficial properties (to the purchaser, not the company marketing the product who is, in fact, benefitting from my purchasing and re-purchasing the product whether or not i ever use it). when i do take my flaxseed daily, like a good girl, i feel so damned good! so it’s not like i’m not at all certain whether or not it’s working. i’m just…lazy? forgetful? stupid?

i never ever forget to eat an entire tub ful of harmony yogurt covered pretzels. ever.

k

Welcome to my blog, the birth of which flies in the face of all reason. No time, no energy, no vim and/or vigor…hey! let’s start a blog! All the other kids are doing it!

I’m a writer, musician, mother of three, wife (of one), daughter of two. Usually on my way into or out of a mood swing of some sort. Humor: good. Attitude: bad. Wardrobe: comfortable.

I’m so tired and already feeling slightly awkward about this. Then again, if I tell nobody, then I’ve made no mistakes. Blogging. Like logging with a B. I don’t know if I approve of logging…well, not clearcutting. What is the blog version of clearcutting? I need to sleep before I get deeper into this.

k