An Unexpected Post

I got off work early today, so I was able to come to the public library and get online. Internet access here is limited to two hours a day. I am making notes at home for future posts.

Yesterday I watched "Olympia," Leni Riefenstahl's documentary about the Berlin Olympics in 1936. There is some beautiful camera work, especially during the fencing and diving. Of particular interest aspect is seeing Jesse Owens and the reactions to his wins. I notice at one time he is referred to in German as the black American runner, but in the English subtitle it just refers to him as the American runner. In one race there is a reference to competition between "the black and white races." There is another shot that can be seen as racist, a man from India is seen hopping, then there is a shot of a kangaroo jumping. Is there supposed to be a connection between these two shots? The documentary is divided into two parts, "Festival of Nations" and "Festival of Beauty." At the beginning of the second part there are men running then they are seen swimming nude. They then relax and get somewhat intimate in a sauna. There is no sex, but arms are rubbed. Penises are seen. It is a nice, gentle interlude. It is interesting to see which teams give the Nazi salute at the beginning of the games. The French are among those who give the salute. "Olympia" is definitely worth watching at least once if just for the camera work.

I am currently rereading Witches of Eastwick by John Updike. The book and the movie have very little in common with each other. I will write more about this after I have finished the book, and I have more time online.

Still no Internet at Home.

I still have no internet at home and no cell phone. I am catching up on watching movies. I miss all of my friends on Google+ and Facebook.  I feel very cut off. I do not have anyone with whom I can really talk. I do not have anyone with whom I can share interests. Hours are picking up at work, so I hope it will not be much longer before I can get my cell phone back. I do not know, probably still a few weeks though. I will post when I can. I do feel the need to be involved in the international struggle for LGBTQ rights, but I do not know how I can do that. I will find a way. Time is almost out on my access. I will post as soon as possible.

My Last Post For Awhile

I no longer have internet connection, and my cell phone service has been suspended until I pay my past due amount. I do not know when I will be able to do that. I will survive, but this cuts me off from most of the people who are important to me. I  will only have access to computers on Tuesdays. I will post as often as I can, but it seems like this will only be once per week. Please have patience with me. I really do not know what I am going to do to get out of my current situation. Please do not give up on me. Things will work out. I just don't know when.

A Fun Conversation at Work and No Tolerance for Homophobic Trolls in Gay Furry Groups

I had a surprising conversation at work. This conversation took place in Spanish. A guy at work wearing a wrist band that said something about boobies. He had forgotten he was wearing it. He does not speak Spanish, so he was not part of this conversation. One of the women I was working with asked me if I like. I told here I was indifferent. She knows that I am gay. She asked if I liked balls, and I said that I do. She then asked if I liked to have them in my mouth, and I said, "¡Claro que sí!" (of course). This was a fun conversation that continued like that for several minutes. At this job people can get away with saying things in Spanish that would get them in trouble if they were in English. Most of the people on this job, including most of the supervisors, are Latin-Americans. People who do not speak Spanish are not always treated nicely all of the time though. My comprehension of non-Castilian Spanish was rusty when I started this job, but it has improved.

I have joined a couple of gay furry groups on Google+. I do not mention it often, but I am a furry. For some reason people make homophobic or racist comments on the pages for these groups. I do not know why they go out of their way to do this. I let them know what I think about them and their comments. One man who says he is a preacher said that I was a pathetic faggot who should commit suicide and that I was an abomination. I reminded him that Jesus preached love not hate. I said that I am happy with who I am, and I told him that he was the abomination. He quoted one of the verses from Leviticus that homophobes are fond of quoting. I commented that he was using the cafeteria version of the Bible, because he uses verses that support his views while ignoring those that did not support his views. I also said he was a pathetic troll and told him to go away. If does not like the LGBTQ communities he should just stay away. I am not going to put up with douchebags like that spouting their bullshit.

Buenas noches, meine Freunde!

Boiled in Lead

I am starting the day off with Boiled in Lead's CD "Orb." Their music has been labeled "folk-rock," "rock'n'reel," "folk-punk," etc. I just think it is fun music. They play original compositions and songs from around the world. Themes include incest and sorroricide, ("Son, Oh Son") anti-war messages ("Ammy (Dream Song" and " Brave Bombadier"), and an "obligatory dysfunctional marriage song (The Town of Ballybay"). There are several instrumental pieces. Instruments played include tapan, Indian bells, riq, mandolin, tin whistle, saxophone,various guitars, dulcimer, zurna, flute, accordion, harmonica, etc. There is a song in Swedish, "Glasena Klingar." "Hard Times is a song about the assassination of William McKinley. One of the more danceable tunes is Macedonian one in 7/8 time. All of the songs make me want to move in some ways. I guess I am a leadhead. That is what they call their fans.

Schönberg und Webern

I am listening to a CD of music by Schönberg and Webern. "A Survivor from Warsaw"(Ein Überlebender aus Warschau) by Schönberg had a big impact on my musical taste. It is a moving piece dealing with the horror of the concentration camps during World War II. Pierrot Lunaire, a collection of songs that he composed 102 years ago is still considered avant garde. It is among my favorite compositions. Anton Webern wrote mostly very short pieces. His influence on composers lasted long after his death. He also orchestrated works by Bach and some other composers. They give an interesting tone to these compositions. I may have to get a new copy of the CD collection I had of his complete works. To me his music is very listenable. At the end of World War II he was shot by a nervous American soldier when lighting a cigarette. He is among my favorite composers.

Ich bin zu einer CD mit Musik von Schönberg und Webern hören. "Ein Überlebender aus Warschau" von Schönberg hatte einen großen Einfluss auf mein Musikgeschmack. Es ist eine bewegende Stück Umgang mit dem Grauen der Konzentrationslager im Zweiten Weltkrieg. Pierrot lunaire, eine Sammlung von Songs, die er vor 102 Jahren besteht immer noch als Avantgarde. Es gehört zu meinen Lieblingskompositionen . Anton Webern schrieb meist sehr kurze Stücke. Sein Einfluss auf Komponisten dauerte lange nach seinem Tod. Er orchestrierte auch Werke von Bach und einigen anderen Komponisten. Sie geben einen interessanten Klang zu diesen Zusammensetzungen. Vielleicht muss ich eine neue Kopie der CD-Sammlung I seines Gesamtwerks hatte zu bekommen. Für mich seine Musik ist sehr hörbar. Am Ende des Zweiten Weltkrieges wurde er von einem nervösen amerikanischen Soldaten erschossen, als eine Zigarette anzuzünden. Er gehört zu meinen Lieblingskomponisten.

Being a Urinal at Cuir Bar (kinky erotic fiction)

I had applied for the position as a full-time urinal at the local leather bar, Cuir Bar. Some of the men for whom I had served as a personal cum dump and urinal had urged me to apply for the job. I got a call from the owner of the bar to come in for an interview and audition. He told me that it did not matter what I wore to the interview, because they would provide me with what I needed to wear at work. He told me that if I was not on time for the interview that I would not be considered for the position. I left home early to be sure to be before the time of the appointment. I wore jeans and a Nasty Pig t-shirt along with Bundeswehr boots. I arrived at the bar about twenty minutes early. I was led to the owner's office and was greeted by him and the manager. They told me to remove my clothes for the interview. They asked me why I thought I was qualified for the job as the bar's urinal. I told them that I had drunk the pee from many men and never missed a drop. They asked how I would handle different situations such as having men start urinating before their cocks were in my mouth or if they wanted to use my tongue as their toilet paper. After I had answered their questions to their satisfaction they said it was time for the audition. The bar tenders and bouncers came in early for this part. They were all dressed it their work attire. Each of them had been instructed to come in with full bladders. I was instructed to get on my knees ans open my mouth. The first bartender started pissing as soon as he pulled his cock out of his piss-stained jock strap. I took it into my mouth and kept up with his strong flow not wasting a drop. After he finished a bouncer walked up. He was wearing leather chaps and a leather vest. He said that he had taken a dump before coming to work, and he might not have wiped thoroughly. He told me that he wanted me to use my tongue to make sure his hole was clean. He turned around and spread his cheeks. I gave his hole a thorough cleaning. He turned around and put his cock into my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his strong beverage. His cock soon got hard, and he fucked my face until he fed me with his protein. I serviced the rest of the bartenders, bouncers, owner and manager. They were very satisfied with my audition, and I was offered the job. I quickly accepted their offer. I was given my uniform. it consisted of a spiked black leather collar, chastity device to be locked on my cock, knee pads and leather harness. I started work that night.

To be continued...?