To My Friends: With Love…Sincerely, Toddy English

November 30, 2008

Fem Traits and Tendencies In Men: Why does anyone care?

Filed under: social commentary — toddyenglish @ 12:33 am

Dear Friends:

I have a question for you. Why do feminine traits and tendencies within the male species bother people so much? I’m not even speaking about the highly flamboyant lads (e.g. the chaps who live their lives emulating female runway models) either. I’m speaking of the regular bloke who might have a: rolling “s” sound when he speaks; a slight pep in his step and a glide in the stride; or animated hand gestures. It seems as though femininity, even in the smallest increments, draw the ire of straight and gay men alike, particularly those of the “masculine” variety.

Recently, I went on another date. I didn’t tell anyone about it because I’m not all caught up in pursuing a new boyfriend. After my string of bad dates I figure, “meh, screw it…When it happens it’ll happen”. Yet, I am not one to pass up a potentially fun night out…Sooooo…

I met someone on a more reputable website this time. Well, he saw my profile and said he thought I was really cute. So he told me he would e-mail me his picture. He did. I was smitten. He looked just like Michael Jordan ::Toddy bites his index finger:: I’m not kidding. He was bald and had a very nice smile. Plus, he was the hue of bitter sweet chocolate (Toddy has a weakness for the chocolatey ones). Not to mention he was really tall (bonus).

Anyway, to make a long story short, we went on a date. It went swimmingly (so I thought); however, he didn’t call me back. So, I called him the next day. That is when he told me, “Look man I think you are a handsome cat but we wouldn’t be compatible…You are not masculine enough for me.”

Dead air. Blank stare.

I was stunned. That really did leave me speechless.

So I basically grilled him. He saw all of my pictures and talked to me on the phone for a week and suddenly I’m not “masculine” enough for him?

He went onto say that in his profession (he told me he worked for law enforcement. I guess he was a cop) he couldn’t afford to let people know that he’s gay. Therefore, if he hung out with me they would suspect something and he could lose his job. But, check this, he said he didn’t mind us being, “homeboys with privileges.” I told him that was NOT what I was seeking and hung up in his face.

Well, I did manage to have a fun time on the date (he paid for everything too). So, that was the one redemptive thing about it.

But I kept thinking about that whole, “not masculine enough” spiel. Look, I admit that I’m no Navy Seal. If I had to categorize myself I’d be the quintessential Metrosexual (like Ryan Seacrest), not a brazen fem nor a hyper masculine brotha…Just in the middle (the proverbial happy medium). I dress like a man with stylish flair. I moisturize and exfoliate. And when I get really comfortable in a conversation my wrists have a tendency to sway like broken palm trees. Yeah, I admit it. I have masculine and feminine qualities…And that is just fine with me. I’m really comfortable with myself.

Growing up, however, I used to try and minimize every ounce of visible “gayness” that people perceived. But it was to no avail. No matter how I butched up people always thought I was gay. So I just said, “to hell with it…I’ll have an easier time just being myself.”

Really though…

Why does it bother people so much? What is so utterly repulsive about any deviation from the “norms” of masculinity?

To me I think it all goes back to internalized homophobia. In my opinion those that are disgusted by the show of “softness” and “fem” traits only put the spotlight on their own insecurities.

Of course that is just my oh so humble opinion.

I don’t get it. We, as gays and lesbians, cry out for equality and acceptance…Yet, we won’t accept each other for who we are.

Sincerely,

Toddy English.

November 28, 2008

A Poem: I…Am…Superman

Filed under: My Poetry — toddyenglish @ 11:49 pm

Dear Friends:

This is a poem I wrote last night. Since “Superwoman” (by Alicia Keys) one of my new favorite songs I felt inspired…ha. Plus, Superman is my favorite super hero. This is my personal anthem.

___

I Am Superman

By Toddy English

I Am Superman.

No, I cannot fly but that little hindrance won’t stop me from reaching out and staking claim to my place in the sky…Along with a star…or maybe two? Who knows? Only I place limits on what I can or cannot do.

True, I may not look so tough but my disguise got you fooled. Just beneath my Polo is an ‘S’ that signifies me as the best! So, please believe that no negativity you hurl in my direction will ever leave me stressed or depressed.

I Am Superman.

I’m not made of steel but my heart is stronger than iron and my super strength is my indomitable will. My X-ray vision gives me permission to see through all the insecurity that used to bind me in submission. I am too proud. I am too strong. Not even Kryptonite can hold me down for long!

I Am Superman.

Now, stand aside and watch me soar.

Never will any tall building block me anymore!

Toddy English (C) 2008

November 26, 2008

My Androgynous Angel

Filed under: Affirmation,Life and Love — toddyenglish @ 10:11 pm

Dear Friends:

Right now I’m cooking. Yes, you’ve read right. Your’s truly is cooking thanksgiving dinner. Granted, it is not a huge meal primarily because (1.) It will be just me and my mother (and one of my friends that is stopping by) and (2.) I don’t want to get fat…If I am being completely honest.

This will be the first time, in two years, that I’m happy about the holidays. It isn’t about the presents, family gatherings (that I hated anyway), and all that superficial stuff…It’s more about the celebration and thoughtful pontification about what’s important to me. I’m just glad I made it through a lot of B.S. quite frankly.

I have my friend Dee to thank for that.

I met Dee over a month ago in my gay and lesbian support group. When I met her initially I thought she was a man. I don’t mean that in as an insult either. Dee is an extremely “handsome” older black lesbian. Anyway, right from jump Dee and I hit it off. She’s a poetry writer/artist and she’s got this energy that I just love. Y’know those people that exude radiance from deep within? Well Dee outshines them all. She even got me into poetry readings and beads (I made another necklace today). She is truly a beautiful person.

Anyway, in group today we discussed the holidays and why so many people are so sad around them. The topic of loneliness came up. Dee told the group that she didn’t have a partner nor did she intend to spend it with her family (she can’t stand her’s either). She said that she’s just fine being with herself. As long as she has her: books, movies, christmas lights, poetry, cocoa, and incense she is thrilled.

That sparked an epiphany for me…

Prior to the last year and a half I was always with someone…whether it be my family or a boyfriend. I’ve always been taught that lonely people were miserable people. So, my ideology was, “I’d rather be with someone and be miserable as opposed to alone and happy.” It was a fucked up ideology. But alas we don’t know then what we know now. My last boyfriend was really: bossy, over protective, and controlling. That did not make me happy, at all. My family was toxic and destructive. But I hung around both parties because, “Well at least I’m not alone.” After putting both out of my life I felt sad…But in that time I got to know myself. Now I don’t mind being, as my girl Iyanla Vanzant puts it, “With myself.” I’m finding that I really love being alone. Lately, I don’t even care about having a boyfriend anymore. Hell, I am finding that single hood is a good look for me. I don’t have to be accountable to anyone. Moreover, It feels very good to not be merged with someone. Presently, I’m really accomplishing so much just being with myself.

Don’t get it twisted I do want love in my life. However, I don’t need it because I have love for myself. My heart is open to new experiences and new people. And when it is time for someone to move in they are welcome. But now it’s all about me and I love it.

Anyway, Dee and I exchanged phone numbers. Even though she’s a 50something lesbian it’s as though we are kindred spirits in so many ways. Angels really do take on different forms…You just have to realize when you’re entertaining one.

Cheers and happy holidays!

Toddy English.

November 25, 2008

Cover: Ten Things I Learned About the Down Low From This Movie…

Filed under: Entertainment and Random Celeb stuff,Stuff — toddyenglish @ 7:22 pm

Dear Friends:

Last night I rented a movie called “Cover” starring Aunjanue Ellis, Vivica the Fox, and a slew of African American actors that have a difficult time getting work in Hollywood (due to the prevelence of singers and rappers migrating to film now). The movie was produced and directed by Bill Duke (that guy from Predator that kept saying, “Imma have me some fun…Imma have me some fun…” before he gets killed). Anyway, I’ll just cut right to the chase and expound upon what I learned from Cover about the down Low.

This movie was so educational…

1.) Down Low guys have really cheesy pick up lines – I can’t speak for anyone else but the line, “You look like you have something in your eye…can I blow it out for you,” works like spanish fly for me…::eye roll::

2.) Pay close attention to strange, disheveled, and transient women in your church group because, more than likely, they know the whereabouts of your cheating down low husband…

3.) Women married to gay men have strange cataclysmic nervous breakdowns (and end up committing suicide) simply because they can’t reconfigure their hubby’s sexual orientation…(hmmm, that might explain Star Jones).

4.) When your husband is cheating on you don’t hire a private investigator…Get your Best Friend Forever to do the job. She’ll even take investigative photos that look professional…

5.) You can beat the living hell out of your son, in a police station, and no one will give a damn.

6.) When a woman and her husband are going through D.L. drama she doesn’t have time to comb her child’s hair…

7.) When a woman and her husband are perfectly happy she still doesn’t have time to comb her child’s hair…

8.) Down Low men often: confess their love for each other (in public); reveal their HIV positive status (in public); go on dates (In public); and call each other derogatory gay epithets where everyone can see them (i.e. in public).

9.) Women’s church groups will lovingly embrace hyper effeminate gay men as one of their own…inspite of the fact that he is a MAN in a WOMAN’S prayer group.

10.) It’s okay for your son to screw around with every scandalous woman in Philadelphia; however, cheating with another man is considered a detriment to his strong and unified marraige (thus leading to a police station beat down that no one pays attention to…refer back to number five).

Hmmmm Uhm….

Okay, where do I begin? Uhm, this movie was a MESS. It wasn’t just a mess it was a complete and utter slice of HAM (Hot Ass Mess). I can’t believe this one even got the greenlight.  Granted, I’ll give it up for Aunjanue Ellis. Inspite of a bad script she is a wonderful actress. And, I understand that a sistah needed to buy some groceries and get her hair did (likewise with Vivica Fox) But, Bill Duke, c’mon now? What in the hell is up with this yo?

Not only was this film a sensationalistic peek at the phenomenon known as “The Down Low” (oooooooh…::eye roll::) but it was low on drama and heavy on the camp. I found myself laughing throughout the entire film. This was such a wasted oppurtunity. I thought, “Finally, maybe this is a serious dramatic piece about the toll the DL can have on a marraige…” Instead, all I got was that DL men are  lascivious vectors for HIV waiting to infect hapless “innocent” black women.

Gimme a break…
Alright, I was being really facetious with my top ten; however, My questions are as follows…

1.) Since when do Down Low Men wear pink and mauve and call each other homophobic epithets in the streets? Granted, I’m not ascribing clothing choices to the gays; however, it just struck me peculiar. Furthermore, “The air is dusty. You look like something’s in your eye. You want me to blow it out for you?” is soooo ridiculous in terms of pick up lines. I’ve had cats come at me with some corny lines before but I would just laugh if someone said that to me. Anyway, I always thought the whole point of the Down Low was being incognito (or incognegro if you will)? With that type of behavior you’ll be busted all the time…I believe. Maybe someone on the DL can educated my ignorant out self.

2.) Leon’s character was so preposterous. Again, he’s supposed to be DL yet he blows up the spot in a  restauraunt, confronts a married man he’s cheating with, and tells him he’s in love with him (and that he has HIV)? Add to the fact that the Leon character is supposed to be a famous singer. Uhm, that kind of defeats the entire purpose of the DL playboy…That scene was supposed to be serious but came off as comical.  

3.) Uhm, the church gurl got on my damn nerves. To me the inclusion of this character showcased Bill Duke’s own homophobia. Why did the one openly gay man become a regular in a women’s church group (with a bunch of homophobic old bats)? Then don’t even get me started on how he became the stereotypical hetero friendly queeny sidekick as the movie progressed. That character was so badly done that I cringed. And did he really have to resort to ”eeeewww” when he was debating possible sex with a woman? It came off as: childish, insipid, stupid, and contrite. This character served no other purpose but to categorize gay men…Basically, flaming “sissies” are safe and the “DL” guys are Satan incarnate. Okay, gotcha…

To sum the movie up…

This was nothing more than a JL King novel on celluloid (or whatever they’re using to make film now). As I stated earlier It was more sensationalism of the Down Low (I get so sick and tired of this only being attributed to black gay men. Many black gay men are out. And many white gays are on the low…Like in Brokeback Mountain), bottom line. It will only reiterate the irrational fears that many black women already have about the gay male community. Furthermore, the story also took away all the responsibility from women by turning all the female leads into patron saints of chastity and virtue (gag me with a chainsaw).
Sorry Bill Duke…But I wager that 95% of women who marry now are NOT virgins on their wedding night. If they are more than likely they are (A.) married at age 18 or (B.) unattractive…Which really isn’t an excuse. All an ugly girl has to do is get a guy goin off some Patron and he’s her’s for the night.

The only thing I liked about COVER was Razaaq Adoti, the lead actor…He is BEAUTIFUL!

I give this one two thumbs down LOW (get it? haha).

Sincerely,

Toddy English.

My Porch Monkey Dilemma

Filed under: Humor,Rants and Raves,Stuff — toddyenglish @ 6:18 pm

Dear Friends:

Allow me to preface this by stating that I’m re appropriating the phrase “Porch Monkey.” It used to carry racist connotations; however, as a young African American man I feel completely justified in using it for this particular commentary. To me porch monkey is the embodiment of any shiftless individual that sits on the porch all day, every day, from sun up to sundown. As Randall said in Clerks 2, “I’m Takin it back…” Anyone of any: race, creed, color, or sexual orientation can be a porch monkey…End of story.

Which would lead to my dilemma…

Okay, I’m having a problem. It is not a huge problem but it is becoming gratingly obnoxious.

Whenever I leave my house for work, at 8:00 ameveryday, my neighbors across the street are sitting on their porch: smoking blunts (I’m not kidding), dipping snuff (yes, chewing tobacco and spittin it in a pot), and just yammering on and on about whatever (tell me what I don’t know). I leave the house and say hi to them everyday (even flash a nice smile, as fake as it maybe). Anyway, I get off work at 3:00 pm everyday as well. When I turn into my driveway the neighbors across the street are still: sitting on the porch smoking blunts, dippin snuff, smokin cigarettes, and yammering on and on (again, what do they talk about all day? Tell me because I have no idea). 

Like before I: smile, wave, and give a friendly hello.

Seems normal enough right? Well, why is it that even after I come home from work they are all still sittin out on the porch? Look, I’ve no problem with people sitting on their porch all day long (as shiftless and pitiful as that may look). However, these particular porch monkeys have this extremely annoying habit of making disparaging remarks about me if I don’t say hi to them. I don’t mean a hi in the morning and evening. I mean I have to say hi to them if I even step out of the house for 30 seconds. Case in Point: yesterday I walked outside to get my mail. Mind you I said hi to them when I got home 30 minutes prior. So, I figure I don’t have to say shit just to get the mail, right? Well, The next thing I know it’s, “Whassup Toddy, you can’t speak to nobody?” From across the street. The guy is sittin over there, with some of his homeboys, in durags smokin weed…At first I was scared to turn around because I could literally feel them lookin at me (not to mention the guy in question has propositioned me before…If you catch my meaning. And he has a girlfriend. ::rolls eyes::). Soooo, I look over, offer a smile, and wave…

Then I hear someone call me “stuck up” real loud. I just think, “I’m too old for this shit (borrowing a line from Lethal Weapon).”

This is a regular occurrence. Like I said before everytime I step out the door, for any mundane reason, I gotta give them a shout out! Granted, I am a very polite person. When I’m out in public I do speak to people and smile very cordially. That is just the way I was raised…

But this situation is becoming a complete and utter nuiscance.

If I don’t say anything then I’m “stuck up,” “conceited,” and “bourgeois”. Basically, I have to talk ALL THE TIME. If I am out rakin leaves I gotta say hi. If I get the mail I got say whassup. If I’m rakin some damn leaves, washing my car, or sitting on the damn porch myself I have to acknowledge their presence. If I adjust a wedgie in my back yard I have to tell em about it. Once, I was dressed up to go on a date and they had the nerve to ask me, “Where you goin lookin all fresh?” That time I just gave them the “look” (basically telling them, “Fuck you and drop dead” with my eyes) and got in my car.

Ugh, I am caught between a rock and a hard place. What can I do about these pesky little porch monkeys? Maybe I’ll bring them home some job applications…

I just had to rant about that. Any advice?

Sincerely,

Toddy English…

November 24, 2008

Milk: The Movie

Filed under: Entertainment and Random Celeb stuff,News and Issues — toddyenglish @ 4:52 pm

Dear Friends:

I really want to see this movie. ‘Milk’ is due for limited release this week. I watched a documentary about Harvey Milk, the first openly gay elected official, a while ago and Sean Penn actually resembles Mr. Milk. This is already generating Oscar buzz. Moreover, with with the fall out from Prop 8 the subject matter is very timely. I can’t wait!

Word Of The Day: Serendipity

Filed under: Word of The Day — toddyenglish @ 4:14 pm

Serendipity –noun

1. an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident.
2. good fortune; luck: the serendipity of getting the first job she applied for.

November 23, 2008

The Vatican Forgives John Lennon…

Filed under: News and Issues,Rants and Raves — toddyenglish @ 2:58 pm

Pardon my french but…

Give me a fuckin break.

Yeah, I’m quite certain John Lennon would care about this post humous religious pardon (insert sarcastic undertones here).

Besides, Lennon was right. Not everyone knows Jesus, but everybody knows the hook to, “I wanna hold your hand.” Relax and just “Let It Be” Mr. Pope.

Sincerely,

Toddy English

P.S.

No offense intended. Please don’t bar me from The Vatican. I wanna take pictures.

November 22, 2008

Carpe Diem: Penning My First Novella…

Filed under: Life and Love — toddyenglish @ 11:39 pm

Dear Friends:

I’ve finally taken that leap of faith. I began my novel (my first) yesterday. Granted, it is just a work in progress; However, it will take shape and become my masterpiece.

I’ve been procrastinating like hell for a minute now. I’m not intimidated by writing poetry and short stories (particularly fan fiction); but, the thought of an entire novel scares the holy hell out of me. So, my big thing this year has been confronting my fears and beating the shit out of them.

This story inside of me literally keeps me awake at night. It has to come out. Therefore I’m just gonna go all out.

I hope that, after I toil (for however long), people are really feelin me on it when it’s complete. Furthermore, now is the perfect time to indulge my muse. So I’m going to carpe diem (seize the day).

We should all do that, carpe diem. There is never going to be a perfect time for anything. But if the universe is urging you to go forth then follow your heart. You’re meant for something special. You just gotta take that special time for yourself.

Sooo, If I go MIA on my blog fear not. I am just writing (for my classes as well as my book). Hopefully my book is done before Oprah goes off the air. I want to be a featured novelist on her show.

I believe it. Therefore, I shall achieve it. Oprah here I come.

Oh, for the record, I am not writing this book for Oprah. I just really wanna be on the show.

With love…

Sincerely,

Toddy English.

November 20, 2008

Beyonce Is A Goddess: Review of “I Am…Sasha Fierce”

Filed under: Entertainment and Random Celeb stuff,Stuff — toddyenglish @ 7:51 pm

 

Sasha Fierce

Sasha Fierce

Dear Friends:

Beyonce is the shit. Allow me to reiterate. Beyonce Giselle Knowles is the incomprable!

Ciara, Rihanna, Mariah, Britney, and everyone else…Please, have a seat and enjoy the show. No offense ladies but you were just place holders until my girl put out a new album.

Anyway…

Yes, count me as one amongst legions of queer lads that venerates Beyonce as a goddess. Beyonce is magic as far as I’m concerned. In this era where anyone with a camera phone can be a “star”(no matter how fleeting their fame) Beyonce is a bonafide SUPERSTAR. For me there is totally no one that compares right now. No one else even comes close. Bey is the Whitney Houston of the 2000′s!

Of course I’ve been down for the cause since Destiny’s Child (one of my friends in H.S. used to call them Destiny’s Stepchild…heh); however, I knew there was something special about that lightskinned girl with the honey blonde braids. Bey was always my favorite. Yeah, the haters say she only made it because of her daddy. But If that was then case Solange Knowles would be a superstar too…Such is not the case.

So, on her third solo album Beyonce breaks loose with a two disc set entitled, “I Am…Sasha Fierce.” The first disc is “I Am” and the second is “Sasha Fierce” (Beyonce’s sexy, confident, and ferocious alter ego). 

I am most impressed with “I Am”. This disc brandishes Beyonce’s growth as an: artist, woman, vocalist, and interpreter of song. I can’t describe this other than to call it absolutely splenderous! The songs on the first CD are very emotional, artistic, and showcase Beyonce’s depth. 

 ”I Am” is  a departure from the Beyonce that we’ve come to know and love (e.g. Get Me Bodied, Upgrade You, Irreplaceable, Hip Hop star, and etc…). My favorite tracks are: Ava Marie (this one really leapt out at me. I’ll put this one right up there with Aaliyah’s rendition of “At Your Best”. Beyonce sounds immaculate); Because You’re Beautiful (the acoustic guitar and Beyonce’s vocals will have your lip trembling); If I were a boy (Beyonce’s ambitious opus); and Halo.

What I love is that she didn’t play it safe and go with standard R&B fare. There is no hip hop crossovers in any of the ballads. Each of them stands on it’s own…I was thinking, “Whoa, move over Barbra Striesand. Beyonce in da house now!”

Now, Sasha Fierce is quintessential Beyonce! I loved this one too. When I feel like chillin I’ll listen to “I Am”. When I feel like dancing I’ll pop in “Sasha”. Similiar to ”B’Day” Beyonce holds it down with hot tracks like: Single Ladies (put a ring on it), Sweet Dream (hot!), Radio (made for the gay club), Video Phone (Love this one!), Ego (Love this one more), and Diva. All the tracks are hot.

In my opinion “I Am…Sasha Fierce” will be Beyonce’s “Thriller.” Granted, nothing will ever top Thriller; however, this is an album where every single song could be a radio hit. There is no filler on either disc.

This is Beyonce’s love letter to her fans.

Of course I think I’m genetically predispositioned to loving any and everything Beyonce does (except The Pink Panther) so…

Judge for yourself!

“I Am…Sasha Fierce” gets two thumbs up from me!

Thanks Bey!

Sincerely,

Toddy English.

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