I Bet He’s From Texas

I met my workout buddy at Ratner, the U of C gym, on Saturday morning. Neither of us had any idea that the Ratner pool was the site of the swimming events for the Gay Games. Every stereotype about gay men? In the flesh. In large numbers. Cute gay boys prancing and strutting about in darling little Speedos–many of which sported flowers or swirlies. We saw several men wearing t-shirts or sweatshirts that said, “KY LIQUID SWIMMERS.” The pièce de résistance, the crème de la crème? A cute gay boy in a Speedo and a cowboy hat prancing about by the pool.

As we left the gym, a man ran up to us and offered us free bottles of water. I took mine and exclaimed, “There’s even a rainbow on the water bottle!” The man responded, “Well, we want everybody to know that not all Christians hate gay people.” A noble cause, indeed!

The Jesus Water (so named by my Jewish workout buddy) has a website on its label: www.myfreewater.com. Take a look, if you dare. I took the quiz that determined that I am neither a good person nor good enough to get into Heaven. The “lakes of fire” were mentioned. Apparently even gay Christians like a little fire and brimstone.

Is staring at this considered “lustful,” even if it’s just admiration of the human body? Even though we both like boys?

sorry for the piss poor quality, all we had was a camera phone

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current book: Sweet Thursday. About 60 pages into it and I neither hate nor love it. I’m still not convinced it will change my mind about Steinbeck, but it’s good enough to keep me (mostly) open-minded.
current music: “Busby Berkeley Dreams” by The Magnetic Fields. “I should have forgotten you long ago / but you’re in every song I know.”
current socks: it’s definitely sandal/flip-flop weather. But I am very excited to wear the socks Julie just sent me–the watermelons in particular. The tops of the socks are red with watermelon seeds printed on them, and the sides and bottoms are the green rind. You can bet I’m going to wear them with my green Keens so that they form the rind. Yes. I am the biggest dork ever.