Samurai are frequently secretly fond of each other...

There's many a strange impulse out by Tokyo and Kyoto/there's many a samurai with feelin's he can't comprehend/well, a shogun don't like it when somebody falls between sexes/no, shogun don't like it, when a samurai has feelin's for men...

L'Ailee and I are oh so happy to be legal, at least for the moment! I've been annoying my lawfully wedded wife--but as she says herself, in the cutest and most charming way!--by singing a revision of "Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly Fond of Each Other." My friend Yemaya and I tweaked it in light of our learning that samurai warriors frequently had sexual bonds with other men. It's stupid, but I can't stop singing it!

Samurai are frequently secretly fond of each other/Say, what do you think all them topknots and swords was about?/There's many a samurai who don’t understand/the way that he feels for his brother/and inside every cowboy there’s a lady that’d love to slip out....

My brother tends to annoy his wife in a charming way, too. It's weird. Our wives are very different, but they're both much more serious than we are, and they both had childhoods where they really didn't get much opportunity to giggle or be frivolous. So we help them make up for it. How we love to make our women laugh, or better yet, put *that look* on their faces, the annoyed yet amused one, and then see them break down and laugh. Of course, the Dorkfish could stand to be a touch more serious. Y'all won't believe this shit--he called my cell phone yesterday to ask me what his home phone number, which he's had since January, is! He remembers my cell and the fact that I have his numbers programmed in, but not his own damn number! And then he wonders why the ringtone for him is "If I Only Had a Brain."

And there’s always somebody who says what the others just whisper/And mostly that someone’s the first one to get chopped down dead/So when you talk to a samurai, don’t treat him like he was a sister/you can’t fuck with the lady that’s sleepin’ in a samurai's head.

As you can so clearly see, I really don't have much to talk about. The finale of Heroes Volume One was so awesome. I knew Jordin was going to win American Idol, and I'm glad Blake doesn't have to sing that icky song. Blake's CD will probably be my guilty pleasure next summer. That African Children's Choir is SOOOOO cute!!! I wanted to scoop them all up and huggle them. Speaking of absolute scoop-uppable cuteness, the Memphis Zoo is expecting a panda cub! There's never enough panda for me. I'll have more time to watch when I'm down to one class this summer.

Dondon tagged me, so I'll respond to it. And I'll choose victims later today. :-)

So here are the rules of the tag:

* Post a similar post like this one and add a link back to the person who tagged you.
* List 5 reasons why you blog about the things you blog on your blog.
* Choose your 5 tag ‘victims’ and tag them nicely, just like I did :)
* Write a comment on their blog letting them know that you tagged them. Voilà! Or, as less literate people will say, "Viola!" (Will they?…)

I blog to:

1. Stay connected with interesting people and causes.
2. Get things clear in my own mind. I tend to "write things out," and I express myself most clearly in writing, even to myself.
3. Show what a real bisexual life and a real same-sex marriage look like, not because I'm perfect or anything, but because there are so many horrendous stereotypes. I have perspectives that aren't shared in the mainstream media, or even the "alternatives" sometimes. If I could make someone say, "Oh, my sister won't be so bad off after all" or "So that's what it's like when two women are married," that would make me so happy.
4. Share my enthusiasms--pandas, Sinead O'Connor, new hip-hop or country songs, NASCAR, American Idol, whatever.
5. Get things off my chest.

Samurai are frequently secretly fond of each other/What did you think all them topknots and swords was about?/There's many a samurai who don’t understand/the way that he feels for his brother/Inside every lady there’s a samurai that wants to slip out/And inside every samurai, there’s a lady that’d love to slip out.

Of course I'm going to share some links, too!

How fins might have become limbs--interesting new research about evolution. It's short.

Staunch or Deluded? Bush is Both.

Forget the affairs and cross-dressing, there are *real* problems with Giuliani.

A new book called Holy Bullies and Headless Monsters: Exposing the Lies of the Anti-Gay Industry, by Alvin McKuen, comes out this fall. You can read an excerpt here. Oh, and he's got himself a Blogger blog, frequently updated with the anti-gay right's latest dastardly doings.

You might love my new favorite country song, too: Elizabeth Cook's Sometimes It Takes Balls to Be a Woman.

Someecards--when you care enough to hit "send".

Annnnd...Despair.com has DespairWear. Now that's business casual!