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Note From Martin

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This website apparently was hijacked today. When you clicked your bookmark, or keyed in the IP address, an unknown website showed up that looked like perhaps an advertising site of some kind. Weird!

I have no clue how that happened.

But it’s good to be back, and good to see you again.

Martin

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I Have No Political Party.

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An American male without a political party (me).

So where, in an election year, does a social liberal/government conservative turn?

The Republicans are burying us in “holier than thou” and the Democrats are spending us into oblivion (haven’t they heard about Greece?).

How did America get on in this era, the era before big government. How did people like these pioneers build the foundation for what America is or should be today? How did they cope with fending for themselves against outraged Indians? How did they get by without subsidies and food-stamps? No doubt a good number of government programs have come along that have made American lives better; but our government doesn’t understand the concept of ‘too much of a good thing‘.

 I think I’ll just stay focused on writing novels.

 

Male … Nothing else need be said.

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When the Almighty tinkers around with our genes before He plops us down on this big scary Earth, sometimes the results are amazing. His name is Gai. He has posed for some photographs that will set off flights of fantasy, for both men and women. As for you straight guys … are you beginning to have second thoughts?

Is it diet? Is it hours of workouts in the gym? Is it living right? Who knows. All I can say is Gai obviously doesn’t eat as many M & Ms as I do.

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Gai wonders what kind of comments he will get with his pictures featured here on Enlightened Male. You’re reading mine. Use the comment button to post yours. Perhaps one day we’ll see more of him.

Maybe Gai will post a comment and let us know a little more about him.

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The Beginning of Our Last Goodbye

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They say when you gain a lover

You begin to loose a friend

That the end is the beginning

The beginning is the end

They say the moment that you’re born

Is when you start to die

And the first time that we said hello

Began our last goodbye

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When summer comes it only shows

That winter’s waiting there

And gold would not be precious

If we all all had gold to spare

You only know how low is low

The first time that you fly

And the first time that we said hello

Began our last goodbye

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When they begin the overture

They start to end the show

When you said that you would never leave

Then I knew that you would go

The sounds of all our laughter

Is now ended with a sigh

And the first time that we said hello

Began our last goodbye

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By Jerry Don Lancaster

1954 -1981

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Jerry wrote this as he lay dying of cancer.  Some few years later I married his gorgeous tall blond sister.  Jerry died a half dozen years before I had a chance to know an interesting brother-in-law.  Though writing novels is the love of my life, I’ve always envied those who can make lyrics sound like a mockingbird greeting a new day.  Jerry’s family still misses him.

One Man’s Experience with Bisexuality

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Come as you are

From www.nerve.com

A personal essayby Neal Medlyn

I think I first figured out that I might be bisexual when I was in college. It’s hard for me to say when or how, as various alternate tales compete in my mind as the “official” truth. The first time I saw gay porn? When I realized my masturbation fantasies involved me switching parts, being the woman, then being the man? My identification with the gay movement? All of them sound equally silly, embarrassing and worse, perhaps just a personality hiccup and not a real “truth” at all. None of them sound like anything that approaches a realization of Identity with a capital I. And that, more or less, is indicative of my entire life as a bisexual: dubious, occasionally embarrassing, obscured.
Being a bisexual guy, as the term exists at the moment, is an exercise in frustration and confusion, and while I stand by that confusion as truthful and great (get me drunk and I’ll say it’s everything from the basis for art that I like to what I’d like America to stand for) I think it’s a basically flawed identity in sore need of some fixing.

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Oh, some details might be called for here. The pertinent facts of my life are these: I am twenty-nine years old and incredibly happily married to a woman. I’ve dated and slept with exactly the same number of boys as girls. My feelings about the two sexes break down somewhat like this: I more easily form emotional attachments with women but because of that have found men mysterious and intriguing the way I’m sure my more hetero counterparts must find women. If I were to put it in those terms, I’d say I’m 70% into girls and 30% into boys. There. Done.

Now, back to what I was saying. Bisexuality is a disappointing, suspect, utterly chaotic identity. It seems to exist in only the foggiest regions of people’s brains, like Pol Pot the geographic location of Myanmar. They’re not sure what it is, but they’re pretty sure it’s lame and/or bad.

Gay men that I’ve dated in the past, the most recent being five years ago, were terribly suspicious. Aside from a few unexpected trysts with fellows, the first guy I officially dated was the president of an LGBT campus organization I decided to join. I should have known at the stunned silence on the first day when, delusioned by the supposed redemptive power of coming out, I offered that I was bi. The president of the group still decided to go out with me, but the majority of our time together consisted of long, accusatory conversations on car hoods. I broke up with him a few weeks later and was tearfully informed that I wasn’t able to love, to let myself really commit to a relationship with him, which I accepted as code for my waffling, noncommittal nature as a bisexual.

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