Melyngoch: By the way, can I get a ride tonight?
Master Fob: Yes. Where are we going?
AmyJane: Did we go to elementary school together?
MF: You and I? No. You and Th.? Possibly.
Th.: What if love is like poop? You know how when you step into a smelly restroom--not overwhelmingly smelly, mind you, but something is lingering...? And after a while, your olifactories adjust and the smell disappears? And then you take your crap and are struck anew by the unpleasantness of that old poop smell?
MF: Your powers of metaphor astound me.
Gilmore Guy: How can you live in Seattle and not be a bus junkie?
MF: I'll get back to you on this one.
NatGo: What would Al Gore do?
MF: The same thing he does every night--Try To Take Over The World.
Brooke: You are gay. But, you are married. So, do you act on your homosexuality or do you refrain?
MF: If by "act on your homosexuality" you mean "have sex with a man," then no. If by "act on your homosexuality" you mean "love Barbra Streisand and have an uncanny fashion sense," then the answer is still no, but less emphatically so. If by "act on your homosexuality" you mean "throw an amazing Oscars party" then yes, but only with Edgy Killer Bunny's help.
AmyJane: Can you say emergency room visit?
MF: Why, yes, as a matter of fact, I can.
AmyJane: "If these shadows remain unchanged..." Is that from "A Christmas Carol"?
MF: I suppose so. I got it from Tolkien Boy.
The McCulloch Family: But I can't live without air conditiong so you are tougher (more tough?) than me.
MF: Tougher. I am tougher than you. Your whole family. I'll take you all on. And your little dog too.
Samantha: Did you count the words?
MF: You must think I have a lot of time.
Bob Millward: Maybe we can help you move in? Maybe we can bring you some food from our garden?
MF: Sounds wonderful.
Weed: Have you been?
MF: No, but I have Ben. Right here. Tied up. And I'm beating him with a stick.
JB: Doncha feel special?
MF: Special bloggers need the most love.
Tolkien Boy: How serious could I have been, though, really?
MF: Your mom is serious. (And in case TB's mom is reading, I don't mean you, but the universal "your mom." Nor did I mean you any of the twelve hundred other times I've referred to TB's mom. Please don't hate me.)
Th.: I didn't know Nemesis knew you--or did she just mean your blog?
MF: I think she just meant my blog. And an email or two about librarianship. Unless, of course, she's stalking me. Which is scary.
Th.: Anyway, can't I have any friends that are mine exclusively and not desperate to be FOBs as well?
MF: No. It's on line three of your contract.
Th.: The new public nature of your blog is also curious because it affects what there is to say in the comments section as well---it is no long private conversation at a private table, is it?
MF: Yeah, remember when we could have private conversations on my blog about that pus-filled infection in your anus? It's too bad we can't be so cavalier anymore.
Oldenburg: Tell me, how did those crack reporters contact you, or discover you?
MF: The story involves potentially private information belonging to people who are not me, but there has been a hint in the comments section of this blog. The short version is that she found my blog and emailed me from the link in my profile.
Anonymous: Can't we all just get along??
MF: We could, but it won't make a very good story.
Tolkien Boy: Have you decided for or against Seattle?
MF: For. Gosh! Aren't you paying attention?
Th.: If it's time for Ask Master Fob, then I want to think of a question too....
Wait a second....
Okay, this:
Is S-Boogie having a happy birthday? Because if not, tell her I wish her one. (That should make all the difference.)
MF: And it did. Thank you.
Anonymous: I stumbled across your story and, to say the least, it’s very interesting. I personally don't agree with supposedly gay men marrying women, but it's your life. Anyway, I have a question. As a gay man, I do not really understand your identifying yourself as gay, or any other man who identifies himself as gay and then gets married and have kids. I guess it’s mainly the sex part. If you’re gay, I really don’t see how it’s physically possible to have sex with a woman, unless you’re bisexual. Please enlighten this confused gay guy.
MF: Um. This is a kind of personal question, but I do understand where you're coming from. When I say that I'm gay--as opposed to straight or bi--I mean that, besides being generally drawn toward men, I'm turned on by men's bodies and, generally speaking, not women's bodies. As it turns out, there's more to sex than visual stimulation, and there's more to my wife than a body. Suffice it to say that, for me at least, it is physically possible.
If you count sexual activity as a factor in determining sexual orientation, as Kinsey does, then I'm probably technically bisexual. For that matter, if the only thing that counted was activity, I'd be 100% hetero. I self-identify as gay rather than bi because I feel that's where my natural inclinations point, and because, besides making me sound all noble and heroic, saying that I'm a gay man who is making a straight marriage work (as opposed to a bisexual man doing the same*) emphasizes the fact that if God wants you to do something then you can do it, regardless of who you are or what obstacles lie in your way. Which I think is my point. I
*I have no doubt that the decision to be married is no less difficult for a self-identified bisexual man than for a self-identified gay man, but people who have no experience with either tend to think that for the former, it's easier because it's just a matter of choosing one thing you want over another thing, while for the latter it's this great big sacrifice because you're giving up the one thing you want. I think part of my point is that it's not as big a deal as all this makes it sound, that it's just a matter of deciding what's right for you and sticking to it, but I'm not sure I make that point very well. Perhaps I would be better at making points if I knew exactly what they were.
Mandi: How did you guys get involved in this article?
MF: I think they chose us mainly because I'm gay and we're married. And Mormon, to some degree or another. And because we're so gosh darn photogenic.
Rachel: And, was there going to be another blog party before the end of the summer?
MF: As a matter of fact, yes. Watch this space for details, and keep your Labor Day open. (Labor Day's the one in September, right? I alwasy get it confused with Memorial Day and Veterans Day. And Christmas.)
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Can I answer the questions that Master Fob asked in his question-answering post?
I'm going to anyway, no matter the addressee, or whether I can or not (obviously I can or I would not be doing so, so I suppose it was more of a "may I" question).
MF: Where are we going?
My answer: The playground!
MF: remember when we could have private conversations on my blog about that pus-filled infection in your anus?
My answer: No, but I'm betting that if any such conversation ever took place between the two of you, that it managed to be simultaneously hilarious and completely disgusting.
MF: Aren't you paying attention?
My answer: Of course! I pay attention to people's blogs whom I barely know entirely too often (most probably) for my own mental health. I should try talking to people outside of the confines of my apartment and computer some day.
MF: Labor Day's the one in September, right?
My answer: Indeed, and I will diligently watch for the purpose of finding some outside-the-apartment social interaction with entertaining muchly admired people.
I DO think you have lots of time on your hands. I think you're the only blogger who posts more often than I do--and that's excessive. Of course, your life is also more interesting, so you NEED to post more.
About the pus-filled infection...I thought that was in th.'s tonsils, not his anus, but perhaps he just has a problem with pus? I'm wondering if the enima irrigation would work with the same success on the anal pus? I'm wondering if this comment belongs on HIS blog?
So sorry, but you brought it up...
Perhaps I would be better at making points if I knew exactly what they were.
I think this may be something personally meaningful for me. I'll let you know when I've got it figured out.
One point I can make is that anal puss is best left to experts. Abscesses down there can, well, explode.
OH, I'm watching. I'm always watching.
Sigh. I can never remember which password I use for Blogger when I'm at my parents. I wonder how many tries it will take this time...
One try. Wow!
In my RSS feeder, half this post was yellow. How strange.
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Hhhhhhhhh.
I rather wish you hadn't brought it up also....
And while you are talking about making a decision and sticking to it as a homosexual or bisexual don't forget about us over-sexed hetrosexuals!! There are a lot of attractive females in the world.
I once reassured my son that there were 10,000 women who are potential mates but once he chose then there is wonderfully only one and in the choosing he would eliminate a large segment of his daily research because he no longer needed to look for a mate.
We make choices based on what we want. Eternity is a long time. Sex isn't everything (as you pointed out so well).
Bob Millward
Sept 15th?
I was laughing my head off while reading this, particularly the first half. And you thought you weren't hilarious on the internet.
Master Fob knows who I am - now I am much closer to taking over the world with my good friend, Al Gore (who did, in fact, send me a Christmas card once). We're on our way! Watch out!
BTW - very funny post.
Now I wish I'd had a better question...
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