someday, maybe

Maybe one day,
someday, you'll see,
things you think you know about me
are in fact
not to be believed...
they are just illusions
of someone that i used to be.
maybe someday,
tomorrow, maybe?
today will just be history.
and all the things you used to say about me
will be washed away
like a distant memory.

the truth shall set you free

Madonna - Girl Gone Wild (Remix)

the boy had gone wild, 

                  that was his destiny...

 now, for the whole world to see.

was it possible?                     could it be?

                 

had everything he'd ever known be  

              nothing more than just a dream?                     

his body shook, his twisted mind had somehow mistaken what seemed innocent fun for something much more...he didn't know how to comprehend it. how could someone so jaded, as he, be so blindly lulled into such a sense of peace and security by someone so obviously insincere. his first hint should have been seen more clearly and not second guessed, or sugar coated or made fun of. how did the headlights shine so directly into his eyes and he did not even squint? when did he lose his sense of security, and why, to this? he was not usually someone who let himself be fooled, definitely not someone who was the brunt of jokes, usually the one making the jokes. even exaggerating them and putting an even more twisted twist on their punchlines. but there it was, plain to see.
he was losing his grip on everything he had known and what once seemed secure and stable now felt shaky and crumbled down around his feet. his world was all of a sudden not what he remembered it used to be...it was something different, something dark, something blurry...something he never imagined he would be...someplace he never imagined he could go, somewhere he never, in a million years, thought his road would lead to...

yet, there he was.

and it didn't take him very long

 for him to get there, either...

he decided to close his eyes, for reality was not something he wanted to see. he wasn't comfortable with what his reflection exposed. he wasn't capable of comprehending that maybe, quite possibly, someone had seen the truth, and now, there was nothing he could do to hide the facts that were everything he always hid and ran from.

the truth shall set you free!

really?

"HUNG?" "LIMITS?" "INTO?"

"HUNG?"   "LIMITS?"   "INTO?"

everybody these days is a porn star.

if you don't have a porn clip online somewhere, if not, then, why not?

you must have a pic of your asshole, 

cock, as well a face

(which strangely enough is the one photo people feel nervous about sending)

if you want to get laid.

because, no one nowhere, no how

will even meet for coffee without the solid guarantee that

underneath the Banana Republic 

khakis and oxford,

there is a 9 inch fat swollen party cock and

a bubble butt that matches 

to a handsome chiseled face.

at the same time, the ones who usually ask for everything

are the ones least likely to have clear pics of what they require to send back.

if you go onto Grindr, Scruff, whatever,

you have to make sure that you have set up on your account a way for everyone 

(well, just the ones you want to see)

to see your asshole, cock n face.

or else...

they will stop talking,

and even block you.

the best trick is when someone asks you to open our pics,

and after you do, 

you ask for them to return the favor

but then Grindr tells you 

no such account exists...

because, 

they obviously didn't like what they saw, so...

bye bye.

nothing more.

so this asshole who has just seen 

YOUR asshole, literally,

and hated it..

has had the power to delete and bar you 

from every getting the opportunity 

to judge them back.

and so, 

that's the way the world turns my friends.

be pushy.

be rude,

be obnoxious,

and cowardly.

show everyone your asshole spread eagle,

or else...

some nasty queen will block, 

snub and judge you..

so, deal with it.

cause it aint gonna change.

 

Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time ( Josh Harris remix)

Cyndi Lauper - Time After Time ( Josh Harris remix)


it hadn't been even 24 hours since he said the things he said that he thought were profound.
well, profound enough to put a dent into the huge mess he himself had swore he was never going to be in again. how could he be right back at square one in so little time?
time after time he climbed up, then fell back down. what was left for him now seemed like his only last choice...there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. he had backed himself into a corner, and felt he had nothing left deep inside.
his intentions were always for the best, but his intentions were also not supported by his emotions, which were fragile, or his situation, which was getting worse. usually somewhere along the way, he had had someone else there to push and encourage him...but at this moment he was alone.

he hated to be alone. it was too scary, too easy to fall off track.
but was it, he thought, possible to keep anyone on his side when he wasn't even sure he would be there if he didn't have to be. he would probably have given up on himself too, if he could. it was impossible to ask anyone for anymore. selfish to reach out a hand when he was the one who always pulled away when they reached back...why should anyone be anywhere in his radius when he continued to disappoint them again and again. he had proved them right many times, now it was only up to him to take back the reigns and ride that white horse into the sunset, for the stampede he rode in on had taken another path home, a straight and narrow trail, while his was forever uphill, winding and steep that had no guard rails, only luck that kept him on his path this far.

but his luck was wearing out...
less than 24 hours ago he had hope. now, he wasn't really sure what he had anymore. but, he guessed, it was time he found out.



yesterday, today and tomorrow

Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike - Mammoth(Original Mix)

On Thu, Jan 3, 2013 at 12:59 AM, Gerhard Rheeder <gerhard@observer.co.za> wrote:.

 

Why was 2012 bad for you Joe?

I hope this year brings you much joy

my reply:
it was just very trying in many ways. it killed me. it also showed me that yesterday is gone, today is fleeting, tomorrow there is always hope if you haven't been already jaded by the results of yesterday...



 
tomorrow everything can be just washed away if you believe that today you will in fact, put it behind you and not squander today upset because things didn't work out how you planned.

all over the world, everyone tries to move on or past something hideous they once had to endure. what they forget is that only because that specific thing happened at all, is the only reason you now have the reactions strengths and results of who you are right now at this very moment.
instead,
say thank you.

 

 

http://www.whitechapelgallery.org/exhibitions/this-is-tomorrow

- What About Us

The Saturdays - What About Us (Remix Lyric Video)





what about us doing what we did and not expecting to get caught?
what about the nights we started making love but in the end we just fought?
what about the times i asked too much of you
it seems as if they leave everything up to me
is that the case? is it true?
am i all on my own now?
even though i'm supposed to be with you?
it's time that everything around us
comes crumbling down...
we can't continue doing all the shit we used to do
it makes a mockery of the times when i say
"i love you"






it's time to move on from doing things 
as we always do.
there's signs out there
yet we neglect them and turn away.
but from the warnings i've  detected
there's no more time,
it's gone way beyond decay.

interview

Outback with…Joe Oppedisano

Our first interview for 2013 comes from from one of the most infamous photographers who has taken some of the hottest images known to mankind. Joe Oppedisano started off in fashion but is perhaps best known for his images of gay stars from Erik Rhodes and Buck Angel to shooting Channing Tatum before he was People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive.



What made you want to get into photography?
I had no interest in it. I was a fashion editor/stylist, I was working with Vogue, L’Uomo Vogue, Ricky Martin, whatever, lol. I was so consumed doing that, I didn’t realize I was working with legends, being taught what a real master is like to work with, what supermodels are really like out of make-up and how to deal with people who the world considered fabulous.
But it was really a shoot with Arthur Elgort for L’Uomo Vogue, a denim/fall story, and I suggested we recreate Tom of Finland drawings with Abercrombie & Fitch boys. He said ‘No’, well, I think he laughed and told me I was crazy. It made me want to shoot it even more, so I bought a camera and taught myself how to shoot. Then a year later, I shot that very story…

I'm Coming Out (Bootleg)

Diana Ross - I'm Coming Out (Integer Bootleg)

and so it was,

and there it went,

just like the load i dumped n spent.

let it drip

outta his ass

took a few days

for it all to pass.

so by january 7, 8 or 9

it'll be just about the right time

to understand

and put behind

2012

and don't look back

just say what the hell...

move on

push it further

more powerful next time

cause the way i did it thislast one

wasn't what i had in mind.

see ya.

bye.

later.

whatever.

ur done.

i'm not.

so shut the door,

lock the windows,

seal it shut

n burn it the fuck down.

i'm coming out.

no doubt.

 

out w/the old

out w/the old

in w/the new

i'm so glad that it's over

it's time to start anew.

sweep it under the rug

locked in a closet on a dark shelf.

behind funky old chachka's 

under moth balls

that smell.

it was fun, kinda, not...

it drew blood and caused tears

it made my nose drip snot

and now,

on to next year.

every second...tikkk tokkk

maybe?


what seemed like seconds
happened about two hours ago.
it started really slow
and got more interesting
the further along i'd go.
it wasn't planned
it wasn't thought out,
wasn't necessary, although,
without a doubt,
in only seconds i was transformed
to what i stand tall and proud for now.
who'd a thought?
did ya ever think?
can u believe that
it actually even was
the moments of my life
i've grown to love.

...every second, something happens to change your ideas, distort or entertain, embellish or regain, learn to push or refrain from something that you'd never guess could even be, the beginning of future you never ever thought you'd ever see, could come to be...

everyone you meet...

Tate Gallery Mixed Sculptures 

Village People Can't Stop The Music (Re Mix)

everyone you meet

the children in the street

are swaying to the rhythm,

there's something moving in em...

 and you never knew who they were, what they did, what they'd just heard... it really doesn't matter, they create such a great amount of chatter 

when everything around ya is really usually ever only bla...

does it seem so insane to feel so completely without shame

when inside you think your great but then stop and see that fate 

has brought your eye to stop and stare 

and in no more than a second become aware 

that there's others in the world 

with similar actions, jobs or tendencies...

however less absurd?  

and then one day you see a face, in a chat room from outer space, and you have to stop and stare, inside you think, damn, that isn't fair...that's how i reconnected with him, and as we chatted, it sunk in he is not just a pretty face, he's got talent, and grace, and his work, from what i've seen, makes him seem so much more extreme, yet hasn't even begun to see, where it will someday, surely lead.

there's not just a glossy stare, from him, you must be aware, there's really, so much more there...Mr.Sam DeVries...and some unbelievably otherworldly images of him from another talent i hope to see a lot more of, Allen Todd Yeager.

www.samdevriesphoto.com 

                  http://www.yeagermuseum.com

be aware...there's something happening there...