Sialkot Must Be a Crazy Place

Name: [Pakistani Peddler]
Location: Sialkot, Pakistan

Dear Sir/Madam,

We would like to introduce you to our company. We are one great company with very good reputation in Pakistan and in the international market. This is due to our excellent quality products and economical rates. Our main object is to provide excellent quality products at reasonable prices every time when we deal our customers.

We are presently manufacturing all kinds of leather Jackets, Motorbike suits, Cordura jackets, Trousers, Gloves, Saddle bags and Vests. The Company has highly qualified staff at its back having vast experience in the manufacturing process and is maintaining quality tools to the International standards and specifications. Our main objectives are customer confidence, satisfaction, and to provide….
[cutoff as the message hit my max 1000 character limit]

Oh my goodness, this barrage from desperate Pakistani leather vendors continues.

At least once a week, sometimes more often, I receive a message much like this one which is an actual message that I received (except I deleted the name of the vendor and the link to its website). All of the messages that I receive originate from different people (based on IP addresses of the sender), but all are sent from the same location — Sialkot, Pakistan.

I imagine that this town must be bustling with people tearing the skin off cows and making garments from them. Obviously, internet access is widely available there. These guys find my website and quickly find my “write to me” page, and … there you have it. Another offer from a leather vendor anxious to find a U.S. bulk buyer for his goods.

… ain’t gonna happen with me. Pakistani leather is poorly made, often blemished, and is one of those things to which the American expression, “you get what you pay for” applies.

I have tried writing in Urdu on my “write to me” page saying, “if you are from Pakistan, do not write to me.” But that has not worked. I still have that statement on my “write to me” page, in English. That statement has stopped a few of them from writing to me, but not many. I figure most of them cannot read English, and are using an on-line translator to try to communicate with me (thus the reason for correct spelling but occasional inaccurate choice of words. On-line translators are known for that). I would love to see how they “deal customers”! LOL!

I have to give these Pakistani leather peddlers credit for their chutzpah (which is kinda funny, using a Hebrew word to describe a characteristic of people who are primarily Muslim, but this word is the most apropos. If they cannot understand English anyway, they will not read it here.)

But I do not want, will not buy, and am not interested in any leather goods from Pakistan.

If you have any ideas about how I can politely but firmly turn these guys away from my website before they write to me, I would love to hear from you.

Life is short: accept the consequences of owning a public website with leather gear on it.

Frosted

I rarely talk about politics on this blog. I feel that there is no topic that causes more controversy than politics … well, perhaps organized religion. Anyway, I am absolutely frosted by a two-faced lying jerk who convinced me to support his 2010 election for a first term in our State’s House of Delegates from the district in which my partner and I live.

Yesterday, a vote came up in a joint committee of our House of Delegates on marriage equality. How did this guy vote?

He “passed.” That is a coward’s way of not taking a position. No vote yes or no. He “passed.”

That jerk looked at me in my face when he was running for office and promised that he would vote for marriage equality. He gave me a convincing argument why he thought it was important and “the right thing to do.” He told me directly how important he thought it was for my partner and me to be able to marry.

However, last year when a bill to legalize same-sex marriage came up in our state’s legislature, he voted “no.” It came up again this year, and once again, he tucked his yellow tail between his legs and “passed.”

I have not been engaging in politics since the 2010 state election cycle because I got so “burned” and “burned out” in 2010 that I had enough, and promised myself not to get involved again. But come 2014 when state positions are up for election again, I do what I can to make sure this jerk’s term is OVER by informing hundreds of voters in this district that I know why they should not vote to re-elect him, and suggest an alternate candidate who has to be better.

I hate liars and hypocrites. Fortunately, most of the elected officials in local and state office are honest, hard-working, thoughtful people. We may not agree on everything, but at least when they tell me where they stand, they don’t do something else like vote the opposite in a place where it counts.

So, S.A., you’re history. I hope you slunk away under the rock from which you crawled and never darken this district again!

For My Valentine

Enjoy “our song” with us.

We heard JMM sing this tune (see video below) for us just a couple months after we met, and soon after the song was introduced. We were at Wolf Trap Farm Park, a national park music venue in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, DC, where he performed in June, 1993.

There we were, right in front, and he sang with such a soulful, melodic voice. My partner and I held each other, danced (a little bit) and vowed that whenever we marry, legally, this song will be played.

Share our joy today, our love, with a spirit of thanksgiving for the man who makes me whole.


Life is short: show those you love how you love them. Happy Valentines Day!

My Valentine Makes Our Kitchen Hot!

Valentine’s Day hype and hoopla aside, I still get mushy about this day and the relationship with my man, my hunky Valentine.

Each day of the year I find at least one way to show my partner how much I love him. Not only sharing words, but through deeds which demonstrate my love for the man who is my best half, best friend, and who means the world to me. From the day we met almost 19 years ago until this very moment, I love him deeply.

What am I doing on Valentine’s Day for my man?

Well, considering that Valentine’s Day falls on a weekday, we actually began the celebration, so-to-speak, yesterday. Before dawn, I felt my partner awaken, so I snuggled closely. I rested my head on his broad, strong shoulder. Using a remote, I opened the curtains that cover our floor-to-ceiling windows. Together we looked out the bedroom window and watched the sun turn the grey bark of the trees to bright gold.

We watched the large flock of cardinals who live year-round in our forest dot the tree branches much like Christmas ornaments, while sharing the colorful bird viewing with dots of yellow, green, and blue finches, and bright orange and black Baltimore Orioles.

My partner’s squirrels — his joyful forest companions — were being particularly “squirrelly” yesterday. They would run up-the-tree then down-the-tree then up-the-tree so fast, it was exhausting just to watch them! We laughed at watching the squirrels play “catch-me-if-you-can” and when I said that, my partner got playful. ‘nuf said.

I got up, put on my side-laced leather jeans with a comfy flannel shirt, along with my comfy full quill ostrich (foot) Chippewa harness boots. (Photo here taken later in the day, but illustrates the outfit.) I prepared a great breakfast of homemade waffles, fresh fruit, and a little bit of pancetta (which is unfortunately very high in sodium, so I have to limit it for my partner). Freshly squeezed carrot juice (yeah, another diet modification that my partner requires) completed the meal. (I had orange juice; I can’t fathom the taste of carrot juice.)

Later that morning, the doorbell rang. Standing on the front porch was a cute little guy with a big bouquet of flowers for me. I was non-plussed. I turned to my partner, and he was standing behind me, beaming at my delight with his gift. What a lucky man I am to be in love and to be loved by my best friend.

I had gotten my partner something completely different for Valentine’s Day. Many years ago, I had worked for several months in Columbia (South America) and while I was there, I purchased a very fine quality emerald. (Columbia is known for its emerald mining.) I found the jewel a few weeks ago when I was rummaging through my safe deposit box. I had forgotten about it. Anyway, I had the emerald set into a beautiful gold tie clasp. I gave this gift to my partner. He loved it!

By noon, I was doing my rounds of taking my five lovely ladies grocery shopping, which I do every Sunday. Yeah, there I am, in a leather jacket and jeans, escorting septua- and octogenerians throughout a grocery store, then carrying their bags of goodies for them inside their respective homes. Leather in public? No.big.deal.

When I arrived home, I returned to enjoying my partner’s company. On cold winter days especially, my partner and I love to create food. This time, we made pasta — homemade ravioli. It takes hours to do, and is an enjoyable activity in our large and spacious kitchen.

My partner enjoys helping me in the kitchen, but is such a distraction! Man, I almost ran my fingers through the pasta roller with him being all studly like that! He still has medical problems, but as you can see from this photo, he remains a hot man who heats up my kitchen without the stove even having to be on! Woof!

So what will I do tomorrow on “actual” Valentine’s Day? Really, not much. I have already given my partner his card and present. He has to go to work, and so do I. I will drive him to the Metro station, and hopefully he will be wearing his nice tie clasp with the suit he usually wears to work. I will go to work, work all day, then pick up my partner when he returns. Prepare a nice dinner (perhaps we will have steak)… and cuddle up with the man I love.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Life is short: show those you love how you love them.

Yucky Weather Rules Out Cowboy Boots

Yesterday, Saturday, the weather was particularly “yucky” — cold rain, with a little bit of heavy, wet snow. Not a real good day for a wedding, dress clothes, and leather-soled cowboy boots, so I made a last-minute boot change….

Because the sidewalks and streets were slick, and also since I am prone to tripping over a blade of grass, I decided not to wear slick leather-soled dress cowboy boots with my suit to attend the wedding. Instead, I pulled on my dress instep Dehner boots that have Vibram lug soles. With pants over them, they look so much like dress shoes that one of my cousins asked me point-blank, “have you resorted to wearing shoes now?” He knows that I do not wear shoes, and he was surprised that the boots I was wearing mimicked the appearance of good dress shoes. He was further shocked when I pulled up my pants leg to reveal how tall the boots were. (giggle.)

Since I skipped the wedding reception, I got home early in the afternoon, and accompanied my partner to see yet another medical specialist. My poor partner remains quite sick. He has lost 10 pounds, and didn’t need to lose that weight. We continue to pursue treatments to make him better. I have faith… pure faith… it will get better. It has to.

I also spent some time yesterday with a dear ol’ senior pal. This guy is someone with whom I occasionally meet along with some other senior pals ostensibly to play the game of Bocce. This is an Italian pastime. We don’t play as much as we talk, eat, and talk… but it’s a fun way for me to keep up on my Italian. Anyway, this ol’ pal called me on Friday to tell me that his wife died suddenly.

I rushed to his home on Friday afternoon and sat with him, listened to stories, and held his hand. He was so upset, but also in shock. I stayed with him until is daughter and four sons arrived. They live rather far away, but came as quickly as they could. I spent some more time with him yesterday, to let him know through actions and deeds that he is indeed loved. He’s a great man, and I am so sorry for his loss.

What did I wear to the doctor’s office and while visiting my senior pal? Lug-soled boots (Chippewa Firefighters) with a pair of leather jeans and a comfy flannel shirt. Anyone say anything? Nope…. NBD.

Saturday was a busy day for different reasons. Today, Sunday, promises some fun with my partner, to the degree he can tolerate it. I intend, as always, to…

…show the man I love how I love him.

Family Wedding Without Reception

For the past two days, I have had the pleasure of visiting with family who have come to town to attend a niece’s wedding. Because my partner is not feeling well, we did not have anyone stay with us as a houseguest. (My twin brother wasn’t able to come, either. Bummer.)

The wedding is today. I will (reluctantly) put on a pair of dress pants, shirt & tie, dress cowboy boots, and a sport coat, then drive to my sister’s home for a pre-wedding brunch. This sister is the bride’s aunt and Godmother. Then I will drive to the church, 15 miles away, to be there for the wedding ceremony.

When the wedding is over, I will politely make my exit and come home.

Why?

I seriously dislike wedding receptions. There is some thinking among those who believe stereotypes that all gay men go a-flutter over weddings, particularly the reception. I am here to disabuse that notion. I dislike so many parts about it: dressing up, driving all over the place (great distances between the brunch, the church, and the venue for the reception), drinking (alcohol), noise, pretentiousness among many of the guests, dancing, staying up late into the night. Nope, not me. Bleccchhh…

As is typical, my partner has not joined me in visits with the family earlier this week nor will he attend the church service with me. Even if he were feeling well, he dislikes the noise, crowds, and overwhelming nature of my large, raucous, and rambunctious family. I can take it; heck, I’ve been managing it since I was born! (LOL!)

I have plenty of work to do around our house, anyway. So when I get home from the church service, I will quickly remove the dress clothes and boots, and put them away. Then I will change into work clothes, including work boots, and get busy with some overdue home repairs and housecleaning.

As for the wedding, I will just look for photos on Facebook. I’m sure there will be many. These days, that’s how we see these things, as all other forms of photo sharing is so last century (giggle.)

Life is short: maintain your limits.

Boots and Normative Masculinity

I wrote a post on February 6 titled, “Normative Masculinity” which provided my comments about an academic research study about Western male “hegemonic” masculinity. I invited comments or questions.

I received two interesting email messages about that post, both of which asked, “do guys wear boots to appear more masculine, especially gay guys?”

I have thought about that matter a lot over the years. Readers of this blog know that I represent the intersection of a regular boot-wearing guy and a guy who happens to be gay.

As a gay man, do I wear boots to appear to others as being “more” masculine?

…Not really. I behave in a masculine manner because that is how I am. Just a guy. I like how I am, and do not like effeminate mannerisms in men. That is my preference. My partner is a masculine man, too. While the gay community is diverse, and I value what makes all of us different, I have my preferences, likes, and dislikes, just like anyone else. I am not saying that gay men who behave with effeminate mannerisms are bad or wrong. Those behaviors are not my preference. That’s all.

Yeah, I ride a motorcycle and would never think about wearing any form of footwear other than durable, sturdy, well-constructed boots with soles that provide good traction. To me, wearing sneakers (or worse, sandals) while operating a motorcycle is an invitation to injury (as well as silly-looking). But does the fact that I ride a motorcycle while wearing motorcycle boots have anything to do with my sense of masculinity? No, again–not really. I know a lot of women who ride motorcycles while wearing boots, too. And they are very feminine women — so bikes and boots go together regardless if the boot-wearer is male or female, masculine or feminine.

Some guys refrain from wearing boots because they are influenced by what some other people say or from what they see/read on the Internet — or worse — by what they *think* other people may say about them wearing boots. These guys read comments or see things about gay men who express fetish (sexual) interests with boots. To avoid having any of those observed fetish activities be linked to them, some guys bad-mouth boots because of their aversion to being linked in any way to anything that may be considered “gay.”

That type of thinking is very sad. It shows, to me, that some guys are insecure and uncomfortable with their sexuality, and therefore take on a more masculine bravado and exhibit behaviors perceived to be more masculine to cover up or hide their insecurities. Some of these guys express themselves (sometimes by writing rude comments under pseudonyms) on YouTube videos, for example, because to them, acting out in this way makes them feel tougher — an act, not reality.

Back to the topic at hand (or at my feet, so-to-speak): do some gay guys wear rugged boots to appear more masculine? Well, perhaps some of them do — particularly those who are still in the closet about their same-sex orientation. Some of these guys choose to wear clothing, particularly boots, to throw others off the track. “Hey, that dude’s in boots. He must be straight.”

That kind of thinking is all bullcrap.

I could ramble on more and more, but I think you get the point. What a guy wears is not directly connected to his sexuality. Wearing boots does not make a guy more — or less — masculine. What he wears is connected to his inner sense of style and comfort. Some guys truly like to dress up in a suit, tie, and dress shoes. They like their appearance that way. I’m a guy who likes to dress in clothing that to me is much more comfortable — jeans, boots, flannel shirts (in winter), t-shirts (in summer), and leather shirts and jeans, too. That is just how I am, the original “booted man.”

Life is short: know yourself.

My Hero Saves Lives

I am honored to know a man who is my hero, and call him not only my best friend, but my brother. My twin brother. My alter-ego in life, in heart, and in action.

Throughout our lives, both my brother and I have had a special place in our hearts to help those in need, who were picked on, bullied, and treated terribly because of some difference they had. We each acted in our own ways of trying to save and protect people who were unable to defend themselves, and today, my brother is doing it, saving lives, and bringing peace. Literally. I am so proud of him. (This photo is so characteristic of my brother — leading through a dark tunnel into the broad sunlight of day.)
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Normative Masculinity

I found a very interesting academic research article titled, “Searching for the Gay Masculinity” which said, in part:

[There are] three types of masculinity. The first type is normative, or hegemonic masculinity. Hegemonic masculinity is the dominant form in a given society. In a Western context hegomonic masculinity is defined as a white, straight, upper middle class, college educated, gainfully employed, Protestant, father, of good complexion, weight, and height, and a recent record in sports. Although this is the ultimate goal, and the standard by which most men measure their own sense of masculinity, very few men actually fit all of these categories. Thus, most men feel like failures with respect to their gender. This sense of failure, leads to an unstable masculine gender identity.

The second type of masculinity discussed in the piece is subversive masculinity. Certain groups of men are in complete opposition to the hegemonic form. These men include those in ethnic minority groups, gay men, and men whoose religion is marginalized, such as Jewish men. These men are forced to develop a gender identity that is completely separate from that of the hegemonic form, this identity is known as subversive masculinity.

The article gives a number of things to think about. Over the next few blog posts, I will explore some of these issues.

Much research, both quoted in this article and in many other academic studies, states that “masculinity is inherently linked with the institution of heterosexuality. The concept of gender implicitly refers to sexuality and the roles one assumes within that sexuality.” Further, much research has stated, “gender is a construct of our interactions with society.” What I have said in simpler words is that boys are taught from a very young age what are considered “appropriate” gender roles and behaviors. As much as we think that today we are a much more “open” and “flexible” society, the “role training” is so ingrained in adult behavior, that while a father might say that “he doesn’t mind” if his young son helps his mother make cookies, that same father is playing sports with his son and encouraging his daughter to play with dolls. Face it; it’s reality.

Human sexuality can also refer to the way someone is sexually attracted to another. Boys are taught that they should be attracted to the opposite sex. Interactions of boys with other boys are restricted to play — usually sports — which are considered appropriately normative masculine behaviors.

Physical closeness of boys with other boys is restricted or reduced by direct intervention and sometimes by comments from respected elders (parents, family, teachers, and so forth.) It is common to hear a parent say things to a boy about what is considered “correct” behavior when they interact with other boys. Thousands and thousands of these comments and actions are demonstrated by parents and respected elders during the years of a boy’s development. No wonder when a boy becomes a man and realizes that he has a same-sex sexual orientation, he naturally becomes very confused about his personal identity. His gender identity has been applied to him over many years, and changing his own perception of his sexual identity through self-realization is a slow and difficult process unto itself — not to mention the huge external pressures applied by ongoing interaction with other adults important to a guy’s personal perceptions and growth.

This is why “coming out” is so hard for gay men. They are taught, expected, and essentially forced by society to repress thoughts, fantasies, and actions that indicate a same-sex preference. When a male identifies his sexual orientation as being male-male, he is challenging the world-view imposed upon him.

How does a gay guy reconcile these challenges, especially when confronted with stereotyped masculinity?

Check back for a future blog post about that, or comment here with your thoughts for me to consider for a future post.

Life is short: understand all of the dynamics that compose what makes you, “you.”

Game, Shmame

Today is the day when the Super Bowl, the championship of American Football, is played. This game is hyped up so much. So many promotions from all sorts of retailers who are trying to capitalize on making money from game-related activities — including grocery stores, big box retailers that sell hi-def televisions, furniture stores, and many more. Phooey. I don’t buy into the hype and commercialization related to one football game. Really.

What will I be doing instead of shopping, attending parties, or watching the game?

Considering that most grocery retailers are having sales in promotion with entertaining for “the big game,” and also since Friday, the local TV weather-hyperweasels have had the s-word in our forecast for today’s weather, I feared that the grocery stores would be nuts today. Therefore, I asked the senior pals who I take to the grocery store on Sundays to go with me yesterday instead. We did, had no crowds, and a well-stocked store. Yippie — I avoided the crazies!

Today, I’m not going anywhere. I will spend the day with my partner doing work around our house. There is always work to do. Always.

I have been invited to some “super bowl parties” that my siblings are having, but they have invited me out of courtesy, so I would not feel left out. But they know that I don’t care for football, so they were not surprised in the slightest that I politely declined their offers. Last place I want to be is around a bunch of people “talking football.”

This hype over a football game has even affected my family. I have a niece who is having a milestone birthday today, but they are delaying her birthday party until next week because of “the game.” Sheesh… my priorities are different, I guess.

After the fun of doing the work on our house is over (due to my ol’ body screaming, “no more!”), my partner and I plan to settle down to watch a movie that he has recorded, and perhaps work in a rousing game of scrabble. Yep, that’s it… we are watching movies and playing board games, not football. I have no interest, and while my partner enjoys it far more than I do, he will accommodate my disinterest by offering something else for us to enjoy together.

Fortunately, I do not have to come into my office on the Monday after “the big game,” so I can avoid the sports-talk among my colleagues.

Life is short: the world does not revolve around some football game.