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Author is Al, 41, gay, a Myers Briggs ENFP, a flight paramedic who ventured into a bit of a right brained arc, gaining a creative writing MFA & teaching job along the way. The rest? Below.

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4:20AM

Return Of The Toe Fungus Beast

Given that my undergrad teaching position is effectively no more until the fall, I usually spend my summers back in my original position in the office of emergency medical research. Working half time, as our office is at it's least busy time of the year, and generally on a project I have had a hand in selecting, it's a great way to fill the summer work schedule and have a relaxing and enjoyable time doing it.

With an office staffed with colleagues I truly enjoy, most notably my MD boss, Laurie, it can often not even feel like work. That is until today, after lunch. Entering the foyer with Laurie, we both glance at the new receptionist, a plump woman with tiny, pointed little eyes, busy with the task of colourfully and loudly chatting on the phone.

Turning the corner, Laurie shoots me a dead pan glance, "Nancy? Please god no, it isn't. Is it?"

Smiling with a pained restraint, I confirm, "The one and only. Nancy with the toe fungus."

"No! No, no....She is not allowed near the lunch table this time. Tackle her if she so much as tries".

Flashback, three years ago. Spring, 2006.

The semester had been a busy one, and between a new admin assistant, a new office, two abstracts due for annual conferences, our office "forgot" to offer a summer intern position to someone.  Laurie (our boss) admits, she fucked up. Of course since Laurie so rarely fucks up, we all wanted to ensure she felt supported, so we agreed.

The only problem was, in all the unity, power and goddess energy offerings to Laurie, the reality was that all the quality grad student candidates we always enjoy working with were being picked. Every last one of them.

Looking at the interview prospects, and of course realizing we are completely fucked, I offer a cheery, "Shouldn't be that bad".

Silence.

"Oh come on, we still can choose from the undergrads. No? They are gone too? Oh shit.This is bad".

Just how bad, we were about to discover.

I'll call her Nancy. Nancy is very lucky to be working in one of the most progressive emergency medicine research institutes in the country. I'm not at all sure Nancy is aware of that.

"Does anybody know if that Richard Gere gerbil story is true? I heard it was this hospital!" Is a frequent style of question. That, and narrating the "Rod Stewart injested a quart of dog semen. It's true!" ER story that her aunts sister in law in Long Beach was lucky enough to be working the night shift for.

If only that were it.

One of the larger issues we have with Nancy, from a long line of issues, is around appropriateness. We are an academic research division. The women in our office have many options for style of dress. Usually, it is a  very academic, business, but decidely casual look. And given the more "progressive" and creative reputation of this institution of higher learning,  the stereotypical, slightly eccentric, granola hippie, complete with dangle accessories and billowing Indian crepe skirt, is also an acceptable option. Both of those looks, or variations not all that removed from each other, are perfectly acceptable. My point here is, Nancy has options.

Why then, the woman decides to exercise the specific style of deportment that displays her navel, and her, I'm not kidding, plumber butt, I don't know. Today, the navel grazing shirt is hot pink. It is of the "hello kitty" variety, with bright, sparkly letters over the breasts. The acid wash jeans are faded out, obscenely body hugging, very low rise, and have zippers mid calf, aka, late 80's early 90's. Finished of course, with sockets and sneakers.

But even so, when I walk into the makeshift meeting room, I am rather shocked to be greeted by Nancy in her hello kitty best; with one plump, bare foot placed on the table.

A brief pause, I recover with "Do you need some ice"?

Hoping against hope she sprained something and that is the reason for the apendage elevation. On our lunch / meeting table no less.

"No"? she stares at me like I have three heads.

"I just have to bring a sample into my doctor later".

"A sample?"

Nancy returns to digging away happily with a nail file under her right big toenail. And the woman is scooping out her toe fungus, and neatly placing it on the table. In a growing pile of toe jam.

I kid you not.

"I always get fungal infections in the hot weather"

After considering the trajectory of that statement, I am thankful it's only her toes she is going to town on.

"Okay then. See you later".

I lean in the door of my bosses office, looking sadly non plussed. And a bit green.

"So, not the intern we dreamed of"? Laurie smiles, glancing up from whatever she is busy pursuing.

"Well, that depends, do you need tips on digging toenail fungus out of your wet festering recesses deep below your toenails"?

"What"?

I raise one eyebrow and simply nod. Words seem excessive here.

"You are fucking kidding me"!

"Nope. Foot up on the table, with not even a hint of awareness this may not be the best move, that crazy bitch is shoveling toe jam".

"On the table we eat at"?

"That would be the one"

"EWWW".

Just about out the door, Laurie mutters. "I feel like I should be wearing gloves. FUCK! You know, there was a reason I stopped treating patients, damn it"!

2:18PM

You Get It Anyway You Can

Stress Relief, that is.

If you asked me to define it, I would say that generally, stress relief is the idea or belief that a specific action one takes will reduce the degree to which one feels excess stress, usually above and beyond that of daily life. The form of relief and the situation which invoked the stress need not be closely or even loosely related.

Good thing. Because when you put four mid level faculty instructors (read: doing the grunt work of the professor on record) in a room, on a hot day in June, technically after the semester is over, and you task them with providing references and evaluations for the remaining graduate student TA's (teaching assistants) who assisted in their course offerings, you take stress relief in whatever form you happen to find it.

That is because all the evaluations for the bright, talented, engaging TA's have long since been completed. The ones who are left are the ones who will, unless a complete dullard, be successful, but in reality, perhaps should have choesen another field.

Another way of saying; they can't teach worth a hill of beans and they really don't give a flying fuck. In their eyes, this is strictly a jump through the hoops course requirement. Where the stress comes in, is the fact that these evaluations will often form the cornerstone of many graduate student programs, therefore the pressure is on to find good where it may be....hiding. And lastly, we the instructors, are not often a fan of these pedagocical malcontensts, as we have been filling in their blanks for the past five months.

So, how to relive the stress of that? How about a ninety minute lunch, complete with several Mohito's, enjoyed on a patio on a beautiful spring day in June? An activity that makes it so much easier to return to the task at hand, but this time, we have some fun.

The game goes like this. We each choose one TA. We make sure it is the one we wish had never met, been saddled with, laid eyes on; in short, the one we are gritting our teeth while signing off, as they are not incompetent per se, really they are just generally annoying as bloody hell.

So what do we do?

We present to each other, the Evaluation We Are Actually Giving. Wow. Sounds thrilling doesn't it? But wait. This is followed shortly by the Evaluation We Wish We Could Give.

Allow me to demonstrate. I will call her Marissa, because it is nowhere near her name. First, what I actually wrote.

Always enthusiastic, Marissa had what seemed to be a beneficial TA experience in cultural studies, managing to complete the required objectives in the time allotted.

Icy, I know. I personally would not be thrilled with that evaluation, though in this case it is more than generous. But now, what I actually wanted to say. This, should be noted, is said to the other instructors all awaiting their turn at TA pay back via the psycho drama game. Therefore to make the exercise authentic, a volunteer is chosen to play the offending TA. They will of course do their best to invoke all of the charactersitics and traits of the offending TA that we all have grown weery of several months earlier.

In the role of Marissa, I selected Caroline, a sexy and smart as a whip bio ethics instructor who has an amusing snort for a laugh. A mere snippet of what was in store....

Marissa is a vapid, arrogant valley girl who likes to hear herself talk. Though clearly, not at all perceptive, as she fails to grasp that no one else enjoys her randon verbage. Her ability to captivate and inspire wouldn't yank the will knots off a lama. Dear God, please don't ever give this woman a fucking podium.

What the hell, you make your own fun!

12:05PM

It's Really Never That Complicated

That title, coming from someone who teaches cultural studies and post modern theory for a living, may appear at first glance, a tad contradictory. Though when it comes to issues of ethics, fairness, and treating another with respect and consideration, the title above is descriptively accurate. Recognizing, then respecting anothers humanity, is really never that complicated, despite our many attempts to do just the opposite.

The catalyst for this piece? Took shape in the form of a lively and heated discussion some friends and I were having at our local Starbucks, home to the weekly Saturday morning hangout.

The confounding question? Can a blow job ever be, just a blow job? I find the obvious generality behind the question slightly amusing, since where the question falls apart is when definitions and expectations come into play.

But let's first take it at face value. To me, what the question is really asking, is if something as seemingly "minor" as oral sex, should cause issues in a relationship where the parties are at odds regarding cheating.

I'm going to suggest that with any luck, that is a question that will have been asked and agreed upon before the event occurs, as I am guessing the answer would be substantially different if the topic had never been discussed. For me, it is completely dependent on an equal level of awareness and the mutual expectations of both parties.

Open or closed relationship aside, let's cut to the chase. The relevant point here is about deception and lack of regard for the other parties feelings, not the sex or the activity. If the other party had not agreed to outside encounters, or if the topic had never been discussed and there was an implied expectation of fidelity, then the action is clearly deceptive, as one person was not expecting it, and the offending party, by not discussing it, is either hoping his partner will not find out, or worse, taking active steps to ensure that doesn't occur.

Whatever justified, or based on a perceived entitlement, or however the fuck the cheating party attempts to leap frog around the issue, the facts are the same. They are intentionally engaging a lie they are well aware would cause anger and pain to the person they claim to love.

From my own experience in an open relationship, and by virtue of what it suggests, there needs to be a higher degree of honesty and transparency around issues that are mutually arrived at. If you have agreed to outside activity, but then willingly break the pre established boundaries, I view that as more damaging than cheating in a closed relationship, as the issues of trust and expectation would have, by mandate, already been addressed and agreed upon.

So blow job or hand job, two year affair or one night stand, it's never really about the sex. It's about what you are attempting to hide; it's about deception. In my weird way of viewing a relationship with a person one claims to love, deception is never that complicated, but it is always wrong.

7:07PM

Normally, I'd Let It Go

Generally, they make your skin crawl.

You know the type.

The "life of the party", that everyone else just wishes would curl up and die.

In this case, we'll call him Liam. Because that's his name.

Liam and I, it's fair to say, would never be considered friends. He's that obsessively showy type of bitchy queen, that for lack of a better description, just makes my balls ache. And I say "bitchy queen" not because he is feminine, but because the entire presentation is a tiered, staged example of barely witty camp humor. Yawn.

You mention an upcoming trip, he's been there. Last year.

Someone compliments you on looking hot with buzzed hair; "at least he doesn't buzz it because he's going bald".

You mention your recent MFA in passing; Ha! He wrote the competing programs curriculum.

You get the vibe.

Now picture this. Saturday night. A party. In a group of at least seven, an acquaintance genuinely asks how my mothers battle with cancer is fairing. Before having a chance to answer, you guessed it, an offering from one very drunk Liam.

"Oh woe is you with your "percieved suffering". Cancer, smancer, we all go sometime girlfriend".

Charming, isn't he?

However, the benefit of having formal training in writing, is that it often provides one ample time to ponder at great length those things one wishes they had said at the time.

So following Liam's trite and aimlessly executed little barb, I responded without missing a beat, beginning with a tone suggestive of an after thought....

"Right.

But let me better illustrate your arc for you.

Me, the martyr, who overplays his "perceived suffering" to the exclusion of all others, in the end will truly be alone, as my moment of clarity will arrive after all of humanity have grown weary of my drama, thus being condemned to a life that is ironically self effacing. The required catharsis, sans drum roll.... Life, full circle!

Good God Liam, using a classic literary archetype from mythology through modern prose, what's your fucking point? As it is in that example, the descriptors are a tad too simplistic to seriously apply. I wouldn't do it to you, so don't fucking do it to me."

Sometimes I surprise myself. That was good! Though I think he clearly won in the response.

"Fuck you!"

I was crushed. Snort.

6:22PM

A Somewhat Layered Question

Interestingly, in the last week of my identity and experience course, I had a first year student ask a seemingly simple, but personally specific question regarding core identity that, for lack of a better, more accurate description, left me without any idea how I would answer.

It was while discussing percentages and number ranges relating to various sexual orientations, a student genuinely asked me what I mean when I self referentially use the term gay. I was caught off guard and actually answered with the tried and true, "let me give it some thought and get back to you." Which, after pinning down her question further, is exactly what I did.

Basically what this young woman was asking, was what exactly does the term gay, mean to me? Is it simply a specific sexual definition for what gender I relate to both emotionally and sexually, or would it be considered more of a culturally constructed attribute that says specific things not only about my gender focus of sexual attraction, but about my personal politics and core beliefs?

I'll preface my answer with what has become a growing awareness that many people in the gay community have what they view as a sincere and important desire to see orientation reference not only sexually specific preferences, but also demonstrates both communal and personally delineated political beliefs that one holds, in large part, from a specific experience as a gay person.

So, does my growing awareness of that broader way of referencing identity have a personally specific carry over? After significant thought and consideration, I'd have to say a very down the middle....Yes and no.

On the one hand, I have never been of the mindset that sees political belief and personal philosophical vantage points as essentially connected to sexual orientation. But I will say, the typically liberal, and gay popular political perspectives are ones that I will align with more often than not.

And while I can think of more than a few examples of where I fundamentally disagree with how the community sees certain issues, I think that the experience of growing up gay in a moderately intolerant hetero normative world, has the ability to fundamentally alter perspective.

So I'm curious here, and will toss the question at all readers who identify as having a sexual orientation of some form (I'm guessing that is all of us). What is the term that you use to describe your core orientation, whether it be gay, queer, homosexual, straight, bi sexual, lesbian, or something else? As well, what do you personally intend the term to say about you when you offer it as a description?

5:06PM

Call Me Loyal

January, 1977.

Ten years old.

On vacation in Tallahassee Florida, seven minutes from the Georgia border.

Staying with long time friends of my parents, I was at the local mall with Bill, the 25 year old Navy fighter pilot son of Bill Sr. and Theresa.

I did not want to be anywhere else. Ever again.

A good measure over six feet, military brush cut, he drove an MG midget, top down, and when he spoke, his accent would cause me to sputter out something moronic everytime.

I was in love.

We entered the dim movie house, getting seats close to the front, me holding the popcorn, Bill holding the pop.

"So, is this really your first 007 movie Al?"

"Uh, yes."

"Cool."

And as he smiled and tousled my hair, then settled in to watch the film, I realized he was hands down the best looking man I had ever seen.

The curtains dimmed, and as the first chords of what would become one of the most popular Bond themes ever began, I watched Bill eat his popcorn from the corner of my eye. And that was when I knew it.

I knew that this would always be my favorite 007 film. And theme song.

They are.

If anyone has seen The Spy Who Loved Me, you know that's saying a lot.

I saw Bill again in 2000. Older, still flying fighter jets, and a happily married father of two, he was still one of the best looking men I had ever seen. 

Unfortunately, that was the last time that I saw him. Bill's life ended tragically in 2003, fighting our "war on terror" in the middle east. Ironically, he was due to come home the next morning.

2:10AM

Not That It Will Surprise Anyone

But if it looks a little different around here....

Yes, once again, for those of you who have read this site for more than three days in a row, you are no doubt not surprised at the minor but distinct layout and site design changes. At a rate that rivals my underwear changes, the look and feel of this website has known many incarnations.

Though what you may be surprised to know is that lately these changes have occurred with at least a modicum of skill behind them, as since January I have been taking a once a week evening web design course at The Ontario College Of Art & Design. Intended for individuals with a basic knowledge of HTML, CSS and basic web design structure, it is still a course geared for the novice. I follow that little fact up with an intentionally inflected, "Thank Christ"! As I am discovering, web design is not exactly a cake walk.

The layout I'm using here is based on something called The Grid System. Meant to reference a mathematical approach to layout, positioning and horizontal and vertical column alignment, the overall feel can be rather Zen inspired, all elements naturally and structurally aligned, creating a harmonious final product. Clean with a minimal vibe, it is the approach that has been by far my personal favorite.

A site that really adheres to the idea that form and function work best both together and off of each other, and are not naturally opposed or have competing agendas and priorities, is un.complicated. Clean, easy and spacious, for myself it is a vibe that works to ease the experience of spending lengthy time on the web. I especially like how he has placed his content eleements with an eye to function, intuition and in so far as a page flow is concerned, it follows a natural interest pursuit.

Two more excellent examples of grid systems in web design.

 

However beyond pure aesthetics, the grid system offers placement of a large amount of content without looking feeling cluttered or appearing over stuffed. Smaller entries, photos and link blocks can find space without taking away from the overall purpose of the site. To that end, I am in the process of updating several link pages and would like to include a few more than I have in the past.

Therefore, a request. If anyone has any favorite links on any of the topics that are listed under the community heading in the sidebar, please pass them on. As well, any good links in food, travel or really any other link that you feel ois a good one, it would be appreciated, and will go in something like a readers favorite section on the various link pages.

So, if it's a link that you are impressed or inspired by, and if you'd recommend it, please, send it on this way, and I'd be happy to put it up. As something has to go in all these fucking new grid boxes :)

 

7:07PM

On Honesty & Intention

The recent experience of my friend Rod, fresh from a relationship that was, amongst other negative dynamics, steeped in dishonesty and misrepresentation, had me considering a few of my own somewhat similar past experiences.

Though comparatively small in number, I learned much about the two things known as honesty and intention. While honesty is vital in a relationship, in the grand scheme, intention, isn't worth a hell of a lot. For all of us who know why, this is for us, especially for my friend Rod. Simply, you are worth it, he's not.

Honesty

A couple things about honesty. It is open, it is transparent and it is contextual.

Bottom line, people with nothing to hide, hide nothing. People who chronically deceive, their life tends to be a level five maze. They hide everything and only share what benefits them. The following are some common experiences and circumstance that define dishonest patterns.

  • deflection of responsibility,
  • framing blame onto the accuser,
  • consistent "co incidences" are no longer co incidences when they become the dominant experience.
  • accusations of "you don't trust me",
  • accountability avoidance,
  • argument set up,
  • lack of apologies,
  • denial or avoidance of others feelings
  • a rapid and expertly honed ability to manipulate truth for gain,
  • and the worst of all, irrevocably damaged relationships with people who care about them

INTENTION:

Despite the popular belief to the contrary, intention, in the end, means jack shit. That is because our actions produce outcome, not our intentions. And outcome, when we discuss events or situations that are harmful, is the important point.

Where intention can be relevant, is in the ability it has to transparently showcase motivation. Doing something and having no intent to hurt, speaks to a motivation pure of ill will. But that's it. Since even with a completely pure motivation, the kid you just hit and launched thirty feet down the road, is still dead. Wish as you might, your lack of intent to harm won't change the outcome.

An example familiar to many....

"You says it hurts you when after we fight, my default behavior is to bury my head in the sand and sleep with the entire core of the North American gay ghetto. But I don't INTEND to hurt you, therefore if you hurt, you are making yourself feel that way. We create our own reality".

Isn't that tidy?

But really, all that these cute, little, tidy packages of repellent avoidance do, is completely negate the concept of knowledge attainment. Important, because from that knowledge comes the experience of being newly accountable.

What is missing is simple, but unfortunately it is a life law that applies in everything, all the time. As adults who exist in a world with more than ourselves, we gain knowledge, and as such, we are placed in a position of being newly accountable to where that knowledge applies. By mandate, newly accountable means one has an obligation to act. People generally act in two specific ways with thousands of variations.

One of those ways would be the following.

Being both self and other centered, acting in ways that recognize feelings, emotions and contextual circumstance of those in their life. Actions made with a positive intent generally build up, strengthen, respect, operate from a base of reciprocity, and are sustainable.

Another, would go something like this.

Acting in a self centered way, denying feelings, emotions and contextual circumstances of those in ones life. "I did not intend to hurt you, so if you hurt, it's your problem not mine".

Actions are made with positive or negative intent based on the self referenced gain the action produces. In other words, actions may appear generous but the motive is always personal gain. Most actions, though, will generally derail, disrespect, manipulate, be semantically truthful though dishonest, and operate parasitically, taking; never returning, and relationships with individuals are usually not sustainable. Not even with a fucking chia pet!

A hint. If you are having trouble deciding which is the good example, there's your answer Skippy.

5:03AM

The I & E Soundbite Box

 

For the last two years of teaching the undergraduate course Identity & Experience: representations of oppression in modern literature, I have performed an interesting and eye opening exercise at the beginning and end of the two term course. The results, this time for the third year in a row, are no less than inspirational when one considers the common narratives around the lack of literary sophistication among our college youth.

On the first day, I ask students to submit two to five of their favorite quotes from any source. They can be inspirational, educational, historical, political, comedic, activist, whatever genre they wish. The only caveat being, the quote must mean something to them personally.

Inevitably, nine out of ten quotes end up being pop culture references, from the likes of Homer Simpson, right on through to Gilligan. If not that vibe, they are usually widely known political or cultural quotes, such as JFK, "ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country", or the MLK "I have a dream" speech. Both quotes are widely misrepresented in the meaning ascribed, and when the students cite their own description, the same lack of contextual understanding will usually apply. After submitted, all quotes are then locked into what is now commonly billed as the I & E soundbite box.

Cut to one academic year later, and the same exercise is performed on the last day. Before having the students share their quote, I share some anonymous examples of the first days offerings. Until this point, these quotes have never been shared.

The result is often funny, but more often profound, as the students realize how far their breadth of cultural and literary understanding has come. It should be noted as well, most of the quotes shared at year end are never ones referenced in any of their classes. They are inspiration garnered from the students own personal pursuit of literary or cultural staples after an initial interest was peaked.

The following are ten examples from our concluding course last Friday.

You see things; and you say, "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"

~ George Bernard Shaw

Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow there, firm as weeds among rocks.

~ Charlotte Bronte

The tendency of the casual mind is to pick out or stumble upon a sample which supports or defies its prejudices, and then to make it the representative of a whole class.

~ Walter Lippman

What difference do it make if the thing you scared of is real or not?

~ From Song Of Solomon, Toni Morrison

The shepherd drives the wolf from the sheep's throat, for which the sheep thanks the shepherd as his liberator, while the wolf denounces him for the same act, as the destroyer of liberty. Plainly the sheep and the wolf are not agreed upon a definition of the word liberty; and precisely the same difference prevails today among human creatures.

~ Abraham Lincoln

The excess of virtue is a vice.

~ Aristotle

All the lessons of history in four sentences:
Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad with power.
The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small.
The bee fertilizes the flower it robs.
When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.

~ Charles A Beard

How far you go in life depends on you being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and the strong. Because someday in life you will have been all of these.

~ George Washington Carver

Does feminist mean large unpleasant person who'll shout at you, or does it mean someone who believes women are human beings. To me it's the latter, so I sign up.

~ Margaret Atwood

What it is to have no home in this place. To be set adrift from the one you knew. What it is to live at the edge of towns that cannot bear your company.

~ Toni Morrison

 

I think you'd have to agree, these first and second year students are on their way to be coming quite a sophisticated and literate set. Color me impressed.

9:32PM

With Love

Note to a friend,

After talking today, while sitting on the terrace and downing two glasses of a kick ass Bogel Merlot, I had tried to picture what it is you are embarking on. Envious, proud, guarded, but most of all hopeful were just a few of the words that came to mind.

It's wonderful to see you happy. You desrve it.

The following song was, in my mind anyway, the only one appropriate for where you are at. All my best for the two of you.

Always,

Allan