Pro-Life and Penis Size.

My Facebook postings are better suited for this recently abandoned now resuscitated blog. It seems like a shame to waste the space. Facebook isn't a blog.

My (baby) sister said I needed to watch what I post on FB because our young, children actually, second cousins read what I write. She was concerned for their well-being. I am too and the well being of her co-workers, my Facebook Friends, who've been following my page.

It might not have been a good idea describing the dark side of a homosexual clique on Facebook to my sister's co-workers. You know me and my free associating way of blurting out stuff so there I went and described Folsom.

No. Not that Folsom.

That's gonna piss off leather daddies who did Folsom since they don't consider their clique as on the dark side. Maybe the body modification homosexual clique is the leather guys' idea of dark, I don't know, but piercing one's penis is, uhm, more ow than dark?

Writing about the life of sub-sub-cultures is a common thread of bloggers. But with the kids looking at my FB page I believe it's a good idea to put my free associations regarding sex and other silly stuff on my blog and leave FB to pure driven snow observations.

I know a blogger who writes about her affiliation with a sub-sub-sub knitter's culture world. She tells about the this and thats of those people who manage to fabricate the tiniest interconnected string objects in a matter of a few hours over a short week-end. My eyes ache and neck muscle spaz just thinking about manipulating spider web weight wool into a doily that weighs negative three ounces. Their heirloom quality work ought to be preserved under glass at The Smithsonian 'cause I'm sure the eleven people, nearly blind and all arthritic will conclude their careers in due time. (Just kidding knitters. I love you.)

I'll post pictures of two doilies that were a gift from knit blogger before we go to the dark side of gay, Folsom, as was described to sis's co-workers.



People ask, "Why are all homos so tidy?" "Why do all homos have such great taste?' Well like the knitting blog, I can enlighten, put to rest myths, stereotypie thingees by telling you stories, for instance, about the trash dumps I've visited, owned by gay men and called home. Like, hasn't anybody told them about Febreeze for crying out loud? I'm scarred for life. Maybe I'll tell you about that when I post the doily pics. It might be fun to look at the doilies when I write about Folsom tho.

And I shall tell you, dear reader, about Folsom--don't Google it, I have the inside story--but not tonight,after this exciting Super Bowl Sunday. First I have to find visuals of middle aged men wearing nothing but leather jock straps to effectively explain Folsom.

For now, I've posted, up above, a hand tinted picture of Japanese medical personnel and others dressed in Western and traditional style clothing near a building over which hang small flags circa 1905. It was probably sent to the USA for approval by Underwood and Underwood Stereoview. If you can give me a hint why I selected this pic I would be much obliged.

If you want to know about the title of this post, hit my Facebook page and read my Super Bowl Sunday entries. See me here again soon at Gerald and Dog.