This happens everytime...

So you would think I would have learned my lesson! But I haven't. My friend made a comment on facebook and of course I made a joke back:

FB:Conn. teen gets a "gay exorcism" in church. "Rip it from his throat- Loose your grip Lucifer!" yells the Rev. WOW!!!

My response (with tongue planted deeply in cheek): The clergy tried a gay exorcism on me once but finally gave up because I told them I was terminal. I would love men till the day I die :o)

The last time I did this (made a joke about being gay) on another friends profile, a brouhaha started with some nut condemning the H-O-M-O's. The same thing happened this time and my response follows:

Random guy in response to my post: @Jocardo, many people would be afraid to attack this topic. My niece is gay as well, and I love her dearly, but I will not be afraid to say this. God loves you but hates your lifestyle. He didn't create mankind for that. He said be fruitful and multiply. There is no multiplication or production in that lifestyle. He destroyed the city of Sodom and Gomorrah because of this lifestyle choice. While God may love you, He hates that lifestyle. That's why life is still going on because He's giving us a chance to change. He's like a parent whose rules wont be respected, cant respect the rules of the house, u got to go.He will not allow it in His kingdom. Read Romans 1 starting at verse 18.

Well, one can only take so much. One does get sick of the same ole bullshit and rhetoric thrown about. The bigger person would have just walked away and let it go and not wrote anything back. Thank God I'm not that person!

My Response: @Thomas, Not to get too deep into this because this is Delphine's post AND I have no need to explain or defend myself...unless you don't eat shellfish, unless you stay away from women when they are on their period, unless you don't wear clothes that are of a multi-fabric blend, unless you don't stay away from a women for a week after she has a male child (or two weeks for a girl), unless you don't condemn men who have not been circumcised...then don't judge me or the way God created me. I could go on and on with a list of rules that people ignore from Leviticus, but I shall not. My grandmother always said "Buttercup" cause that's what she calls me, Buttercup..She says,"Buttercup, beware the false prophet because they could speak from their arse and call it a proclamation of God!" In other words, I am wary of those that use the word of God to condemn others, especially with their selected "interpretation" of scripture. And on a side note, Jesus never ever mentioned homosexuality. and just so you know, the misinterpretation of the Holy Word has led to much death, destruction and conflict. Slavery, the subjugation of Women, the hatred of Jewish people and the list goes on and on. My suggestion: focus on the words of God's love and let God judge the rest. Don't be so presumptuous about what His needs, wants and demands are. And make sure your own kitchen is clean before you start talking about how dirty my house is!
With Much Respect,
Jocardo

Don't try that bullshit with me. Even the devil can quote Scripture for his own purpose.

Lenny Kravitz

Spinning, round and round, spinning round and round. Worse than a hamster but at least that wheel might have the chance of going somewhere. Here I am, aimless and creative, starting and stopping within the same nanosecond. Want so much, grateful and blessed and need to be more, need to do more, need to spread and fly...but I'm grounded.

Stacey Orrico

I sit here and ponder over the emptiness of downtown Cincinnati. I watch the buses go buy, the people (the few of them there are) hustle and bustle back and forth. I can see myself, pre-car, pre-degree, pre-NYC rushing from school to my various jobs. Always in a hurry, tired because I spent all afternoon in school, but the work was simple and life was (somewhat) satisfying. What I have discovered sitting here waiting for my mom and sister to come back from the dentist is my lack of routine. When I lived here previously, I had my own groove, my own space. Now that I’m back, I am occupying spaces that I no longer fit but even worse, I’m back with the knowledge that I know that there’s more out there. I always suspected more laid in wait beyond the confines of the Cincy-N-K-Y area, but I had no concrete proof. Sure, I visited Roncky numerous times in each city that she lived in, even ventured up to Chicago for an ill-fated (lack of) romance. But this time, I moved away. I lived a life separate from my dear hometown. Honestly, I miss it. I don’t miss the grind of the N-Y-C but I do miss the independence, the routine, the diversity, my anonymity. Now I’m back, been back for quite a few months. I survived the winter here and that Spring is springing….I’m screaming, I’m pushing against my boundaries. I know there’s more out there but I’m afraid that I’ve lost my chance to grab it, stuck in the web known as home. I always did hate spiders.

Hibernation

It has been ages since I have sat down to actually write something of note (not that this is of note, but it's of...Something). I tried to practice for NAWRIMO by creating a blog of character sketches. It was really interesting...until I stopped writing. I tried to do something in opposition to Prop 8 called appropriately entitledRainbow Flu (I deemed Fag 'Fluenza was too offensive) but the color drained out of that idea when someone came up with (a much better) Call in Gay for a Day. So I quit writing. I look to Ronckytonk for inspiration, hoping one day to be the writer she already is. Also, I want to be famous. I want my writing to be viral, to spread my words like (manure) an infection. I guess for that to happen, I have to snap out of this funk that I'm in and actually WRITE something. I talked to Ronckytonk yesterday as she accompanied me on a trek to Northgate Mall (aka Cesspit of the Lowest Pit of Hell). We sat at Panera, making our corny jokes and laughing at absolutely nothing and having a FABULOUS time. She asked me if I had written anything on my blog as of late. I sadly said no. She said that she was also in a funk, a hibernation if you will. This city is starting to drain us. And that's scary. I understand Roncky, she has been away for so long. I only left for two years, two short (yet long) years and I've changed enough not to have a place here anymore. The kicker? My family. It feels good to be surrounded by them again. To laugh with my Mom, to conversate with my Dad, tease with my sister and just play with my dogs. My time in NYC allowed me to grow up but I felt so isolated and alone. People find it hard to believe that such a big city could be so solitary but it is. Cincinnati may be boring but it still holds a lot of love for me. But, I think, I might have to leave it.
My work leaves me wanting..., bored enough to try to teach myself Spanish, knitting, piano and cooking. It has also left me broke. My love life is still my love life minus the love (and the life). So where does that leave me? Sitting on my bed, writing my first blog in months and trying to start the new year in the direction I need to be going....forward....

j.

11:10, Friday Night, August 15th, 1975.

11:10, Friday Night, August 15th, 2008. 33's going be a good year!

Life is full of change and wonderment. Here's to another year of embracing all the wonderfully unexpected things in life!

Those Moments

There are things that one can hear, by chance, that have an impact on thoughts floating around in one's mental atmosphere. I have had a hard time as of late wrapping my head around moving back into this space. Existing in space that was previously occupied by a Jocardo that doesn't exist anymore. It is hard moving back after being gone for a couple of years. At first, I felt like a failure because I decided that I no longer wanted to do the NYC thing. Technically, I am not a failure. I completed my program, graduated with my Masters degree and experienced things that have helped me become more complete. I just held close to my heart the excitement and joy that I finally got out. I left my hometown behind and was this new and exotic person. I thought that is what made me fun and interesting. The guy that would visit from NYC. Now I am back and I am no longer a Visitor, I am a Resident. It's a hard transistion but through Grace I persevere.
Now I sit at the Cincinnati Public Library, Main Branch Downtown, writing. I have spent the last week cooped up at my parents, minus the times I went to: 1) Lunch with my Mom and Sister, 2) Ran an errand for my Mom or Sister 3) Picked up my Mom and/or Sister and 4) Job Interview. Two years ago I sat here with Jess, studying for my ever important certification tests for NYC. Yesterday gone, today remembered.
My mother keeps asking me whats wrong. She says that it seems something is not right. Of course, she would be 100% correct. I don't want to be in Cincinnati. I am afraid some of my specialness has gone. I know, silly, but it is how I feel. I'm 33, living at home and feeling quite stuck in the mire. I need to pop out of it and bty Grace, I will. It is just where I am residing now. I haven't really talked to Misc. back in NYC because I really don't know how to explain how I feel. Sometimes I just get like this and I just get stuck. It melts away eventually but I just have to ride it through.
So here I am, back in Nati, trying to figure out what's next. I want to move to Chicago but not before I save up so money. So Flippin' sick of being broke!!!! I'm too old to live like a college kid but too young to live like a hermit. See my prediciment?

Any suggestions?

Same Great Taste

It's been quite a long time since I have last written or updated or checked in. I have left my first true love along the wayside whilst I ventured into the great world trying to find myself? And what did I discover? No matter the locale, time zone or proximity to the Nightlife...you are who you are. Two years. Much has happened. I did the hardest thing, the thing I thought I could never do. I packed my shit and left Home. I survived. I earned my Masters, I lived truly on my own, I survived and I grew up. Here I sit, 'tho, in my old bedroom. I have decided to move back while I try to figure out what's next. NYC was fun. It was cool and I can always say that I "did it". I moved away and survived life in The Big City. I didn't get chewed up, I didn't get spit out. I lived my life and touched a few lives along the way. I have things that I feel good about. I am now trying to figure out Step Two. I have Faith it will come. Until then, I have come back home, come back to my life in this bedroom and back to my first true love, Words. Sorry I left you for so long. Can you find it in your heart to forgive?

Who Am I,

JOCARDO

Unabashed Love

I love my family SO incredibly much and I think that this picture is so FLIPPIN' cute it hurts. You know I had to share it!

Who Am I,

Won Ton Sex

It's interesting what runs through the mind when one can't sleep. I am sitting here at 2:51 in the A.M. and I have to be up in a couple of hours. I've been stressed about that ever important NEXT STEP. I just can't get it out of my mind and it's stuck there like a shard of glass.

I was sitting with my dear friend today, Apple, who has been suffering from various pains in her back. As we were talking, her back began to feel better. She had just spent the holidays with a man she loves and the activities of the intimate variety were a little strained because of said back issues. She was wondering, aloud, why her back could not have felt better then. She stated, and I quote:

Why couldn't my back have felt okay then so I could have had Won Ton sex?

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After I finished giggling, I asked her if after Won Ton Sex were they going to Dim Sum Cuddle? Did she perform acts of General Tso on him? Did they do the Crispy Noodle or the Cold Noodle? The jokes were endless. Of course she meant wanton sex..but the images of her eggrolling somebody still sends me into fits of giggles.

Who Am I,