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Rabu, 23 November 2011

Happy Thanksgiving from The Grove!!

It's a holiday weekend here in the grove, so I've decided to leave the pixies in charge and have a little fun!! I just hope glitter isn't everywhere when I get back. Last time they were in charge of the grove, there was so much glitter around that I was farting sparkles for days!! Hehe...

Anyway, as you probably can tell by now, I don't have much use for labels but every now and then I think it's good to have a healthy dose of self-deprecating humor to keep us humble. So, even though I am bi-sexual and not gay, I still enjoyed the light-hearted roast of the gay subgenres by Gawker editor, Brian Moylan. The article is titled, "A Handy Guide to All Gay Men" by Brian Moylan.

The gay world is often represented as some sort of monolithic whole that has the same culture. That is a lie. It is actually broken down into a handful of substrata to which each gay belongs. Here they are.

Just like the world at large may stereotype gays as mincing wrist flippers with great taste bent on giving everyone they meet a make over. A queer will tell you that we are all individuals and that those stereotypes are false and horrible.

That said, when the gays see a fellow homosexual in the public sphere, we try to plug them into the convenient taxonomy the community has made for itself. That's right, we have our own stereotypes for each other.
Green Man: As for where I would place myself in these genres? Well, I gotta admit that I'd mostly be the, "Art Fag" (I even have the glasses and artsy facial hair). But, with the following exceptions: I don't feel I am cooler than anyone else. I'm not emaciated and I shave my head. Also, Lady Gaga is my favorite Diva, not Peaches. And, finally, It isn't cheap coke I'm into, but organic cannabis!! Otherwise, I'm more or less an "Art Fag." I know he's not gay or bi-sexual, but Johnny Depp's fashion and persona represent the eccentric artist that I am:
The Art Fag:

Body Type: Emaciated, tattooed, usually with some sort of ironic facial hair and an enormous coif. Description: The art fag is cooler than you. He's also cooler than all your friends, and he is not afraid to show it. He is usually an artist (duh), photographer, fashion designer, band member, or something that requires a degree from RISD, FIT, or some other art school that is an acronym. He dresses either in the most current prissy fashions or like a homo version of Terry Richardson, in big glasses, flannels, and jeans that looks so thrown together that it took him hours to put together. You're more likely to find them at a gallery opening or model party, but every so often they'll be at a gay bar to rub elbows, and other parts, with the other homos.

Subcategories: Alternaqueers, gipsters

New York City Hang Out: The Cock

Diva of Choice: Peaches Lady Gaga

Preoccuptions: The hottest club, looking down on things, cheap coke, being bohemian, the outer boroughs

Top or Bottom: Both, but prefer top.

Celebrity Example: Marc Jacobs


Throw in a small bit of sport jock and account for my preoccupation being art instead of "the hottest clubs" and you've got me!! Though, in my 20's I truly was all about the clubs. It's just now, I'm settling down and doing the domestic diva thing. Anyway, I hope that all my American readers have a relaxing and enjoyable Thanksgiving Holiday!! And, to everyone else reading, I love you too!!

~The Green Man has Spoken~

Senin, 13 Desember 2010

Green Man on the Couch.

Being a near ward of the state due to mental psychosis, I am quite familiar with abstract thought. So, I was poking around the profiles of some of the readers that wander into the grove and ran across Wendy's creative description of herself. She uses metaphors and symbols to guide one toward a better understanding of her personality and essence. So, I decided that I'd give this method a go.

If I was an animal, I'd be a stray cat wandering the paths less traveled; observing the chaos of Earthly life from a hidden perch, high above the fray. If I was a location, I'd be a remote and dense, primeval forest; reclusive yet full of life. If I was a country, I'd be India for it's deep spirituality, and vibrant openness. If I was a type of music, I'd be the blues for the manic depression that stalks me relentlessly like an ancient curse.

If I was a movie, I'd be a Harry Potter film for the magical, other-worldly energy that radiates from within my heart. If I were a period in history, I'd be America during the 1920s-1940s because of the flair, rebellion and style of the period. If I were a famous person, I'd be John Muir for his sacred, respect, stewardship and love-affair for nature. If I were an element, I'd be fire; passionate, warm and independent. If I were an idea, I'd be liberalism. If I were a tree, I'd be a pine tree; hardy, robust, timeless and protective. If I were a fictional character, I'd be Albus Dumbledore for his intelligence, knowledge of the mysterious and level of maturity.

If I were a feature of nature, I'd be a meandering, mountain stream; fluid, easy-going and adaptable. If I were a language, I'd be French; romantic, stylish and classy. And, last but not least, if I was a plant I'd be marijuana; profoundly spiritual, yet humorous and versatile with a touch of psychological oddity. So, there you have an inside understanding of what it means to be "The Green Man."

~The Green Man has Spoken~