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Hey Steve…

Hey Steve...

Hey Steve, Long time, no chat… How have you been? Still having trouble sleeping? You really shouldn’t let that video of Justin Trudeau stripping bother you so much. Sure, he’s 12 years ...

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The Soundtrack Of My Life

The Soundtrack Of My Life

stupid (stoo-pid) adjective lacking intelligence or common sense: I am stupid. fat (fat) noun a natural oily or greasy substance occurring in animals bodies, esp. when deposited as a layer under the skin or around ...

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Did I Vote On Your Marriage?

Did I Vote On Your Marriage?

That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for the GLBT community. Ask any American where the center of the Universe is and they’ll tell you it’s somewhere below the ...

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This House Is Not Yet A Home

This House Is Not Yet A Home

house (hous) noun a building for human habitation; esp. one that is lived in by a family or a small group of people: this house is not yet a home. You know you’re getting ...

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Does Size Matter?

Does Size Matter?

The quick answer is “yes.” I assume that your dirty little mind went “there” immediately… mine generally does. I am what is affectionately called a “crotch watcher,” as it is the first ...

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I F*cking Hate Valentines Day

I F*cking Hate Valentines Day

February 14 (feb-ru-ar-y 14) noun the 45th day of the Gregorian calendar; Valentines Day; on February 14th I’ll show you how much you mean to me. Valentines Day makes my skin crawl.  Of all the manufactured ...

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Hunting Unicorns

Hunting Unicorns

mythical (myth-i-cal) adjective occurring in or characteristic of myths or folk tales; the unicorn is a mythical creature. A good friend of mine recently came out to me. Not from the closet – she’s ...

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As Free As My Hair

As Free As My Hair

That I’ll die livin’ just as free as my hair” - Lady Gaga The experiment is over. The waste-bin is filled with the remnants of my latest misguided attempt to grow out ...

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Hunting And Pecking My Way Out

hiding (hid-ing) noun the action of concealing something or someone; I’ve been hiding most of my life. I’ve been spending a lot of my time lately with Lara Croft.  The new “reboot” of Tomb ...

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Take 2 Pills And Call Me In The Mourning…

by Robbie Romu on July 27, 2013

Just a heads up, the pills don’t really work. Sure, they mask the pain for a while, befuddle the mind and chase away the darkness for a few hours, but it always comes back. That’s the thing about pain and loss, regret and loneliness, they’re stubborn motherfuckers, they’re like leeches, bloodsucking and ravenous, clamped on, determined and relentless.

The mourning is a thick fog, a shadow. It lingers. It clings to you like a cold sweat. It darts furtively at the corner of your eye and pounces when you least expect it…

Memories, like gossamer. 

Where do the recollections from the earliest years of my life originate?  Fragments of time, old photographs, stories told and snippets taken, all woven together into a flimsy assemblage of vague truths?  What is real?  What is spun together by a lonely child’s mind, fragile, twisted and not quite right?

Scraps gleaned, accounts recollected, a mishmash of memories become mythology.

Molly Green’s downward spiral began that cold November morning when she discovered she was pregnant.  Months of slow recovery were shattered in an instant.  Her unbroken heart was torn asunder again by a cruel God, determined to test her faith to its very limit.  What Read more...

On The Occasion Of My 44th Birthday…

by Robbie Romu on July 10, 2013

On the occasion of my 44th birthday I am, of course, feeling nostalgic. I don’t know what it is about the anniversary of being ripped from my mother’s abdomen that tugs at my heartstrings just so…

A little more than a year earlier, in early March 1968, Molly Green was informed that her C-section had been cancelled. The ruddy-faced nurse, who smelled vaguely of cigarettes and sweat, explained that due to a lack of open beds they would have to reschedule. “Just head home love,” she said, a touch too tersely, “we will call you the minute something opens up.”

“How does this happen? It’s been booked for months.”

The nurse shot her a tired, doleful look and shrugged her shoulders. “Budget cuts, staff shortages, emergencies…”

“The labor dispute?”

“Ms. Green, I assure you, everything is going to be OK. Our maternity unit is filled to capacity right now. We are only going to delay the delivery by 24 hours.”

Molly cupped her hands around her distended stomach and whispered to her unborn child that he needed to be patient for just a little while longer. She smiled gently when a tiny foot pressed against her palm. On the way Read more...

The Last Of Us

by Robbie Romu on June 24, 2013

(pan-dem-ik) adjective
(of a disease) prevalent throughout an entire country, continent, or the whole world; an epidemic over a large area

I have just finished playing The Last Of Us, a post-apocalyptic zombie survival game where a sudden outbreak of a cordyceps-like infection ravages the US. The human hosts are turned into savage, monstrous killers and society as we know it collapses. The last of us (the uninfected) turn on each other in an attempt to survive the devastation, heavily militarized quarantine zones are set up to protect the vulnerable and outside of those zones, it is survival of the fittest.

It’s got me thinking about what will happen when something like this actually happens. Will we, as a species, really turn on each other? Will we resort to our basest instincts, abandon our humanity and try to survive at any cost?

If popular culture is any indication then we are most certainly doomed. Post-apocalypticism, as a genre, has never been more popular and in every case it’s hell-in-a-hand-basket with Man as the Monster. Invading aliens and vampires don’t scare us any more, its zombies, zombies, zombies… and that isn’t even entirely true – zombie, by definition, is the … Read more...

Eat A Live Frog First Thing In The Morning…

by Robbie Romu on June 8, 2013

“The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.”
– Albert Einstein

So… what do you think? New format, new look, new everything… After 15 months on Blogger, I’ve moved to WordPress and revamped things a bit. It was time… for a change.

I’ve replaced the “don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…” quote from Baz Luhrmann with this new one by Mark Twain: “eat a live frog first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day.”

Let me explain…

I find myself in an unexpected and unfamiliar position these days: I do know what I want to do with my life. The not knowing was stressful and confusing, a weight I carried for far too long. I thought there was something wrong with me. I wondered why I didn’t have a calling and when my path would be revealed to me.

There was nothing wrong with me. I was just wrong.

My path was always available to me – I just couldn’t see it. Circumstance, “real life” and fear prevented me … Read more...

Think About “Dont-nating” Your Blood

by Robbie Romu on May 25, 2013

“Don’t drink the water
There’s blood in the water”
  Dave Matthews Band

So, Health Canada has given the green light to Canadian Blood Services to lift their lifetime ban on gay men donating blood. Finally! This policy, first introduced by the Red Cross in the mid 80’s during the early years of the AIDS crisis, was archaic and discriminatory and its undoing should be lauded…

Pardon me?

The lifetime ban is being replaced by a new policy? Gay men are now allowed to donate blood as long as they haven’t had sex with another man for 5 years prior to donation? Are you fucking kidding me?

Thanks but no thanks.

A pig in a bonnet is still a pig and the same goes for discrimination. There are no “degrees of discrimination” or “shades of bigotry” – there is only right and wrong.

I have been in a long term, monogamous relationship with a man for 10 years. The simple fact that we’ve had sex at some point in the last 5 of them precluding either one of us from donating blood makes my blood boil. It is wrong. It is not OK.

This revision in policy does nothing to …

Does Size Matter?

by Robbie Romu on May 14, 2013

The quick answer is “yes.”

I assume that your dirty little mind went “there” immediately… mine generally does.

I am what is affectionately called a “crotch watcher,” as it is the first place my eyes go when I see an attractive guy… who am I kidding – any guy. I am also drawn to noses, arms and cheekbones, but invariably the first thing I do is check out your package. It doesn’t make a lot of sense but it is true. I don’t really care how big your penis is, I just want to make sure it looks good in a pair of jeans.

Some men are “showers” and some men are “growers” so appearances can be deceiving.  A “shower” (rhymes with blower) is a guy whose penis appears at – or close to – actual size. A “grower” is a guy whose penis needs to come with a caution label – “objects may be larger than they appear.” Other factors, including the type of underwear you are wearing, the size of your testicles and temperature may also distort the findings.

The average size of a male penis is just below 6 inches. This may surprise you because most men … Read more...

“If this is going to be a teachable moment for him, then we are going to have to revisit the conversation. As the adult in this relationship, it is my job to address what happened and make it right. I will broach the subject calmly, from a place of compassion and understanding. It is not about making him feel bad or “less than”; it is about offering him a different perspective.”

You can read the entire Huffington Post article here…

“I have been married for 5 years, and live in a country where marriage between same-sex couples has been legal since 2005. I live in a progressive city where gay couples and gay culture are commonplace. My husband and I have nothing to hide; our tiny condo doesn’t even have closets. Admittedly, I do not have to deal with these types of questions very often.”

You can read the entire Huffington Post article here…

Hey Steve…

by Robbie Romu on April 27, 2013

Hey Steve,

Long time, no chat… How have you been? Still having trouble sleeping?

You really shouldn’t let that video of Justin Trudeau stripping bother you so much. Sure, he’s 12 years younger than you and slightly more toned but I don’t think too many people noticed. Nobody picks a Prime Minister based solely on looks… Thank God, right?

I agree that the attack ads seemed a little desperate but what are you supposed to do? We can’t give Canadians the time to actually make an informed decision. They worked so well with Dion and Ignatieff – how were you supposed to know that people would see right through them this time? I mean, Dion was easy because of the language barrier and Ignatieff was easy because of that face, but Trudeau will be a little harder to demonize. I think the “not ready to lead” angle is a good way to go as long as nobody actually looks into it. It’s not like people can just Google your experience when you were elected party leader and compare it to his, is it? That would be bad…

I wouldn’t worry too much about all the bad press you’ve been receiving


Follow Your Bliss or: Happy Birthday To Me

by Robbie Romu on April 17, 2013

“Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.”
– Joseph Campbell

I hope I do not come across as one of those self-satisfied jerks who thinks he has it all figured out, because nothing could be further from the truth. I am just as scared and insecure as you are. I “self-medicate” when necessary and routinely find myself wide-awake at four AM wondering: “what the fuck am I doing with my life?” I question the decisions I have made and worry that I have messed everything up by quitting my job and chasing my dreams.

I didn’t really have a choice.

I saw myself at 72 (don’t ask me why) and didn’t like what I saw. This older version of myself was not very happy. He had a lot of regrets. He kept repeating the same question over and over: “why didn’t I try?”

Somewhere, deep inside, I always wanted to be a storyteller.

From an early age I was fascinated with legends and myths and the idea that history and language could be passed down from generation to generation thru the spoken word. My mother, who was not religious but very