“I am presently working on a poem about sexism in the gay community…
When I speak of sexism, I am referring to how I have so often seen gay males scoff at the sight of females in a gay bar dominated by males, just by her simply walking through the door. In fact this past week, I was at Splash Bar and discovered (at least on that night) females were NOT allowed in unless they were in the company of a male entering the bar. I admit that straight females in a bar full of gay males can be pests (I will address this matter soon in a blog entry), but this kind of rule makes our sisters in the fight for gay rights, lesbians outsiders as well. And I’m sure some lesbian bars and clubs have the same kind of rule in play towards males. For this reason, I have the challenge of my intended audience for this poem being a room full of gay males and lesbians with the desire to live in a single-gender world. A world that is unseemly because we wouldn’t so much as exist without the presence of the other gender. So this poem will challenge them to challenge their issues that make them have such an unreal desire.
I intend to write a poem about ageism in the gay community. What is making me unable to start is because (1) I want to finish the poem about sexism, and (2) while I will no doubt be addressing the disregard the gay community has for its older members of all colors who brought us this far, while media outlets presently act as if the younger White members are doing all the work, I’m not sure if I want to also address ageism in regards to older guys dating much younger men and what it says about both parties. Either way, the challenge here is to have the audience filled with mostly young gay men and women to teach them to respect the older people in our community. For they are the ones who have brought us to this point where we don’t have to live in silence.”
LeNair Xavier, blogging about the poems he would like to write and the challenge of not being able to handpick an audience to read them to, should he write them.
[LeNair Xavier: Working on CHALLENGER]
“So PLEASE stop having your delusions of grandeur about your intentions…”
Rather funny to read LeNair accuse someone of having delusions.
Hey Tre,
Now I would say some things about you(unflattering)but I won’t. I will say this though, I notice if any blog writes a story about Me. You come to the comment section and try to trash Me everytime(Bitch move). Now YOU have a story on thesword and I should trash you, but I won’t!!
Time that you stand on your own two legs for once, without using my name out of your mouth for attention. As expected, without using my name for your posts/rantings they have now become pretentious, shallow, attention seeking dribble that nobody wants to hear. Your points are never based on facts, you are not current or updated with what is happening in porn nowadays. Frankly the tone of your writing, makes you seem like a defensive wannabee porn star who couldn’t cut it in the porn world, so your going to go all out and ruin something that you couldn’t be successful in.
I believe you have some valid points in your rants/postings, but the ideas are not stated well and you posion the message with your self promoting, attention seeking nature. If anybody disagrees with you they are then a SELL OUT, PART OF THE PROBLEM, or you just name call them in an attempt to talk over them.
I gave you some attention(rope)to use in a positive way but you used it the wrong way(noose). But you keep pressing on this lame path(noose tightens)so my work is done!! Keep writing posts/poems like this, you are going to wind up a laughing stock(not in good way)so keep struggling for that extra 2mins of fame(soon to hang yourself)
Happy a Nice Day
Diesel,
I’m sure this is all stemming for that Australian magazine article where your name was brought up. Stop twisting the facts around. The writer asked about an issue I was having with Erik Rhodes, and I corrected the writer on the matter of how it wasn’t about Erik Rhodes, it was about you. AND YOU KNOW THIS. Because you commented on that blog yourself just as I did…MONTHS AGO. So PLEASE stop having your delusions of grandeur about your intentions and importance accusing me of still seeking validation from this industry, Especially thinking that I would use your name to do it. I’m not. That’s YOUR issue wishing that I needed to do so. I have moved on. To the point that I would not have even known about this piece had it not been for me checking my stats.
It is time for you to respect the fact that I (1)have moved on, (2)am more proud of myself for it, and (3)have a new growing league of followers because my inner-peace is showing. Like most people in the sex trade, you like to present yourself as having that inner-peace, but the truth is, you are nowhere near. I know, because I was there once.
Maybe you can get there yourself if you go back to your plan that you told me that you had for yourself back when I first met you back in 2006. I wonder if you recall that plan. In short, while I had no plans as to when I would retire, you did have a plan. One better thought out than mine.
YET you are coming up on being 3 years past due. But it’s my passion for being the REAL me – LeNAIR, not “Tré”, that is paying off. Take the hint, please. Thank you.
I intend to take a dump.
Must have been a slow news day, huh?
Does Mr. Xavier ever remind anyone of Saffy from AbFab?
I didn’t get Saffy. Actually, I got Afroman’s, “Because I got high.” [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WeYsTmIzjkw?rel=0&w=480&h=390%5D
Xavier had to be high went wrote that–right?
As high as James Jamesson at least. It’s got the same amount of pretentiousness to it all that “psychonaut” crap.
The only difference being that you could probably pass a companionable evening with Jimbo, a couple spliffs, and a few trade paperbacks of The Invisibles. LeNair seems like he’s SRS BIZNESS all the time.
DAT POETRY.
roses are red
violets are blue
I’ve got a gun
get in the van.
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem both lovely and written by Tre.
A tre whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the drunk chick’s flowing breast;
A tre that thinks he’s God all day,
And lifts his spindly arms to say;
A tre that may in summer wear
A nest of spiders in her hair;
Upon whose nostrils too much snow has lain;
Who intimately lives without a brain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tre.
You win the internet today.
Thanks for the warning. In the meantime and while we wait, can someone please translate this sentence: “What is making me unable to start is because (1) I want to finish the poem about sexism, and (2) while I will no doubt be addressing the disregard the gay community has for its older members of all colors who brought us this far, while media outlets presently act as if the younger White members are doing all the work, I’m not sure if I want to also address ageism in regards to older guys dating much younger men and what it says about both parties.”
Yes, it’s a long sentence. But it’s not hard to figure out. If you actually knew how to read instead of being the reason I’m considering doing this series, there would be no need for you to ask for translation. ;-)