Kamal Raza Butt ~ SGL explained ~ Black Bootie & the Beach

First off ... Kamal Raza Butt, a middle-eastern man, was beaten to death by a rascist mob in London. So sad. And so expected ... having had a front row seat to 9/11 and it's hateful aftermath when middle-easteners became The Theocratic States of America's newest niggers. I hope London doesn't explode, because the only way we're going to end this insanity is by embracing the Muslim world, and not by trying to destroy it, or exploit it for its oil. You know the saying, 'You catch more flies with honey ....' I got a big mouth sometimes. Yeah. And it sometimes goes off without me telling it to. You know it.

In political terms concerning SGL matters, I would be on the extreme left. Hard-core DL kats, and the varying degrees thereof which I'll call their brethren, I'd place on the extreme right. Like rutting Rams we butt heads religiously, but I'm beginning to notice something strange and kinda wonderful ... we always wind up breathless, exhausted, and somewhere about the middle, almost ready to cuddle.

I got a cool-ass email from Jahlaune in response to A 'Gather' in Bklyn: The Rebuttal.

I'll share one line with you,

"...I enjoyed (as usual) your blog. I respect all you had to say and in all fairness I did talk to my partner and tho he didn't side with you (LOL) he did liken it to the water buffalo lodge in the Flintstones..." -- JKH

I screamed at that, and for some reason, pictured the Raccoon Lodge, and Ralph & Norton in those funny hats, wiggling the tails in salutation. But back to point, his words let me know that neither of us is far off the mark as previously thought. Which in turn, gives me great hope that our community will recognize the 'additional' emotional damage being inflicted ... on our brothers ... by our brothers ... with impunity. No FATS No FEMS should Rest In Peace, right along side that other insulting, and homophobic, descriptive ... Straight-Acting. Thanks Jahlaune for the classy note ... and for making me see a glimpse of light at the end of this tunnel. ~~~~~~~~~~

Got another email from someone confused over the meaning and necessity of the term, SGL.

Hey, I am on a few lists with you, a white man who (mostly) lurks. I did something rather foolish and I realized I have no idea why I did it, except for a need to rant at that particular moment. Harkening back to my younger days perhaps. I’ll explain in a bit. Why does this involve you? Well the rant was over the choice of the phrase SGL. I didn’t get it, so I belittled it. I’m asking you because I respect your opinion and realize I have no information to even have based my rant on. I don’t know why it’s a popular phrase, although I did hear it had something to do with a writer from the Harlem Renaissance at the time. See, I’m asking because I used to be that white guy. That one white guy that would join a list for black people (glbpoc springs to mind, where JEH ripped me a new one quite a few times) and think I had an inside track because “I love black people, I like black men, even if I know nothing of them, they were still pretty, why can’t I hang out with you guys?” kinda people. And I am exceptionally grateful the moderator DIDN’T post my post, because it was, idiotic to say the least. Now I am married, my partner’s African-American. And really, I’ve discovered that there is no inside track to the “African-American experience” because, Uhm I’m not African American. No matter how or what the circumstances, even living 2 blocks from THE CORNER in Baltimore I’ll always be that white guy. So I am trying to educate myself and learn not to speak on some topics at all. So I am asking you to explain Same Gender Loving to me, if you wouldn’t mind, because I think I’m a bit too stupid for my own good on this one (and let’s face it, most things.) Sorry to bug you. Take care,

Hey yourself ...

A wise SGL man by the name of Cleo Manago said it much better than I ever could. But Kudos for being man enough to admit that you don't know everything. I adopted the term, at first, just because I hated the word 'queer' which was suddenly everywhere. All over the TV, dancing happy little queers bum-rushing the world with their style and wit. Although I was happy to see homosexuals gain visibility, I just wanted a term that said, 'Nice, but ... thats not me.' I'm not queer as folk, nor when I eye a straight guy am I pondering his make-over. All this explains why I globbed onto the term SGL like a gelatinous space organism desperately in need of sustenance. Then, after I found The Black Men's Xchange, I learned it went even deeper than that, much deeper .... SGL explained by Cleo Manago.

On the Freak Tip ... This Saturday (July 30th) it's all about Sandy Hook beach for the naturalist type ( or the lascivious sort, like me ) ... The B.L.K. S.U.N CLUB (nudist club) is having it's second annual SOULAR Eclipse. Yes, kiddies ... Sandy Hook on the Jersey Shore is gonna be chock full of big ol' Black Bootie in all shapes and sizes. Nasty little freak that I am ... I wouldn't miss it.

Photo credit: Jonathan Atkins.

Contact blknudistman1974@yahoo.com for details about SOULar Eclipse on Sandy Hook.

On the Freakier Tip ... The idea of writhing with a roomful of beautiful men I barely knew, at one point in my life, was irresistible . . . no, even more than that . . . it was so intoxicating it couldn’t help but to be habit-forming. When I came out in the eighties (not that I was ever really IN anything), I cast aside my life as a Jehovah’s Witness and delved into a lifestyle that was intensely stimulating because it was so forbidden. Someone took me to a bathhouse in NYC, I forget exactly where it was or what it was called, but I got a rush from being there, an intense rush, greater than the one from another substance I’d just learned to snort. The light touches and burning stares in the dark corridors … the dim inviting rooms with passion and posssibility on display … the scents of testosterone and cologne and poppers and sex … and of course, the moans. It became my thing for a minute, sex & drugs. But when I tossed the drugs I became less interested in that wild wild west kinda sex. No, let me rephrase that ... I became less willing to take a chance with my well being on what I believe (in my upper brain) to be somewhat risky behavior. Yeah … I still wanna be there. Doing things … doing all the shameful and sinful things that titillate me so … so fuckin' much. But no. I’ve toned down my life. Oh, yeah … and my boy would kick my ass. Maybe if I was single though .... But anyway, here’s that group I referred to in an early post … be safe … be safe … be safe … be safe …. And if anyone has any stories to tell, I'd love to hear them. ~~~~

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