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20 August 2003 @ 12:44 am
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So I tuned into Queer Eye for the Straight Guy again this week, saw bits of the first half and all of the second. I had to keep muting it to get hold of myself because it made me cry so much. I loved that guy tonight; that cop. He just--I swear to god, he just killed me. I don't know what I might have missed from the first half but the surge of excitement and confidence he got after his makeover just made my heart knot up and twist into little pieces. I can't even write about it without dripping all over myself. Plus, watching the guys get worked up as they tracked his date made me want to hug them.

It's hooking me, it's hooking me, get it out!

Just kidding. I'm ready to be converted. I don't think the first episode was my conversion ep.

Watched Nip/Tuck. Maybe I'll talk about that tomorrow. Not too much on my mind after watching--some vague spoilers here--except that the writing is feeling a bit wobbly for the second week in a row--making a teenaged boy so insightful about his mother's needs is just wrong, for instance, though the actor was struggling manfully to render his character inarticulate as he delivered those pat lines. And Christian is Satan! I loved Lady Doc's wordless exit though. That was cold as shit. I like her! I think they're trying to do a "He's met his match" type deal, but we'll see.

Poem of the day.



Sex Without Love

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
Gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth, whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio
vascular health--just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.

-- Sharon Olds
 
 
 
do you want orcs? because this is how you get orcs: OTfuckinPkita0610 on August 20th, 2003 01:05 am (UTC)
Queer Eye IS the new black. I wanna lick every single one of those guys. The cop was the funniest thing ever.

"I see what's gay on THIS dside of the room, but what's happening that's gay over *there* John?"

"Dude, I'm nearly naked and ...you just don't *understand!*

God. That accent! Was like coming home. LOL

BTW, Kudos to all your posting re the slash keruffle. Kerfluffle. Whatever.
Laura Kayelaurakaye on August 20th, 2003 07:00 am (UTC)
My new phrase of the day is "It's a man-quiche!"
Herself_nycherself_nyc on August 20th, 2003 07:48 am (UTC)
That's a great poem. I've seen it before but it's always good to see it again.
anonymous_sibyl on August 20th, 2003 11:50 am (UTC)
Sharon Olds!
One of my favorite poems ever. This:

How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them,


is brilliant. It's impossible to read this poem out loud and not be moved in many ways. Sharon Olds is one of the poets who inspired me to write my own poetry in the way and form I wanted to and not in the "acceptable" manner.

I'm very glad you posted this. I haven't read it in about two months and it was just the kick I was looking for today. Thanks!