Wednesday, February 13, 2008


I've been tagged. I suppose this is a step up in the world; it means that someone came here for a reason other than my having mentioned Gengoroh Tagame a few times, even if he [my visitor, not Uncle Gengoroh] is an accountant from the UK. Maybe I could introduce him to my sometime reader at Bear-Stearns...

In general I frown on anything resembling chain-letters, but since I am a tag-virgin, I will play along. Here's my problem, though:

We gay/bi/married men operate in the world's smallest section of the internet, and we are probably all just chasing each other around in circles playing meme-tag. I wasn't good at this when all my leg muscles worked and I felt less silly chasing fully clothed people in full view, and it certainly doesn't feel "comfortable" now.

But enough eeyore-ing around—here goes.

Jas tagged me: click here for his blog, "Bi and Bye". The rules for the meme are:

1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Share six non important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

OK. That's his link, those are the rules. Six unimportant habits or quirks...
These will probably sound rather familiar if you've been hanging around here for any length of time...

1. As Jas said: "I am incrediblymake that legendarilybad at dancing. Quite staggeringly awful. Always have been." Amen to that, brother.

2. Back when I had a career, I couldn't start working before I had done the NY Times crossword puzzle and spent about three minutes cleaning my fingernails. This drove my colleagues crazy. No surprise there...
Now that I am just shuffling paper for people with no money, this has ceased to be a problem: there's nobody else there to mind. And I don't do it any more, either.

3. I bought slippers to keep my feet warm here in the Frozen North. As soon as my feet got warm-ish in the slippers, I realized that my ankles were freezing. I have now upped the ante by buying slippersocks which cover the ankles. My feet still get cold, though.

4. I make a lot of noise when aroused; as a result, there are certain houses I refuse to spend the night in with the Goat. I still think it was rude of him to compare my moans to a car alarm. Well, what goes around comes around...

5. I have written an average of a sonnet a day about the Goat since we first "got together." Most of them are pretty awful. Anyone know a confused literary agent?

6. I have fallen for three men in the last two years: two of them are thousands of miles away, and one of them is almost exactly 165 miles away, but in the meantime, I have probably driven back and forth enough times to get to my Furthest-Flung Flame and back several times over...

That's the list, I guess. Tag-time:

Bigg at My Confessions [just what he needs]
Anthony at Alive and Kicking [who has memed a lot himself]
Joe at Bear Me Out [not what he needs, either, probably]
Flip at Mobius Flip [and who knows what he needs?]
Steven at So This is Me [who I just found, myself]
Paul at TO&TFTBG [for being a loyal reader and great commenter]

Off to spread the good news.
Hope none of you guys are pissed off...


1 comment:

  1. Hmmm, I am sticking pins into a Troll doll at this very moment! ;)