9.2.2001
 
Despite their bad rappor with the rest of the world for the first half of the 20th century, you've just gotta admire the insane images and concepts that come out of Germany.

Right now I'm watching Ian Bostridge singing Schubert's Wintereise, and he's crouched over a pile of black coals singing about the fire that won't start. Meanwhile the camera just rotates up above his head.

And did I mention that the pale/dead complex he has makes him utterly sexy?

...

God, someone stop me. The way people have changed over the summer is disturbing. Semi-knewly outed Eric is now 10 times the flamer he was before, token gay guy Joey is going bi, Theo the fellatio expert is back after being expelled when he was caught in the act... well, he just changed a lot lemme say.

And me? I fear I'm acting far more effeminate; worrying about completely matching clothes, the texture of my nail polish, etc. etc. Ugh, I hate acting gay...

But maybe like Jim said on friday, I try to hard to be weird. Do I even try at all? Not exactly something I analyze about myself all the time.

Then again, Jim's a prick-head.

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