So, come take a look, give the hook, or the ovation!
Here is Kampala Capital City Authority‘s Jennifer Musisi resplendent in gay pride colors. I think this gay thing must be catching, what with everyone trying to gay, happy, bright, fabulous … gay!
On that note, I feel a song coming on …
I am what I am, I am my own special creation
So, come take a look, Give me the hook or the ovation
It’s my world, That I want to have a little pride in …
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You know you are getting old when you start thinking about what you would do differently if you were 20 years younger.
I have been rather lucky to be have remained 35 (or is it 37, I get confused sometimes) for several years now, but this great party I attended last night got me to thinking … what I would do differently if I were 20 years younger? More on the party later.
What does the story on his torso say?
The reason this is coming up at all is that I recently had a heated discussion about how little fun young people these days seem to be having. They are wearing too many boxer shorts (around their knees), spending too much time writing on themselves which might explain why they can’t seem to write proper sentences in their books.
Inevitably, the conversation, straight out of Absolutely Fabulous, went something like this … “In our day, we made sure we looked gorgeous, gave it up freely to anyone and everyone, kept our mouths shut, giving the entire thing an air of dignity…”
Sometimes I get to feelin’
I was back in the old days – long ago
When we were kids when we were young
Thing seemed so perfect – you know
The days were endless we were crazy we were young
The sun was always shinin’ – we just lived for fun (Queen)
You could see the poor put-upon young boys struggle not to roll their eyes, no doubt in part because they’ve heard the stories a hundred and N times but also because they were miffed that being reminded that they are not getting laid isn’t going to put a lid on their raging hormones.
So, knowing what I know, what do I see about some of the generation Y trends that I would adopt?
If you can carry them off, why not?
The tattoo fad hasn’t quite caught up in Africa the way it has in America for instance in part because of the conservative nature of societies on the dark continent. It must also be because the high yellow complexions that lend themselves to serious tattooing aren’t that prevalent in black Africa. You have to wonder what the kids with the excessive tattoos will do when the fad dies out or, dare one say it, when they have to go and find a job.
Gosh are those enough undergarments?
As most 40-somethings don’t know, skinny jeans for men are in. Not only that, skinny jeans in rainbow colors are in: red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, blue, violet jeans are available to order.
In order to fit into them, it stands to reason that you have to be skinny but that need not necessarily be the case for everyone. Women, as we all know, squeeze themselves into the tightest skinny jeans that leave nothing to the imagination and so, in the name of gender balance, I think it is right that men, too, should partake in the joys of putting it all out there without actually taking their clothes off. Yours truly has a pair of skinny jeans somewhere and he is going to try them on after posting this.
What I still don’t understand about our 20 somethings is why they feel a need to wear three or four layers of underclothing. Is it about keeping the heat in or am I missing something? What if they have to put the undergarments back on (we all know young men that age don’t have homes of their own so they sneak around other people’s homes when the owners are at work) in a hurry?
Saggin: when the pants are too heavy to stay on your butt, let them go
Oh, did I promise to get back to the great party last night? It was simply awesome with all the classy boys of Kampala in attendance. The reason I even mentioned it is that as I sat down this morning to ruminate about what I would do if I turned back the hands of time, it occurred to me that none of the
Rainbow colored skinny jeans are in
young men there (and there were young men in spades) was tattooed, wore sagging pants or, sadly, seemed to be wearing rainbow-colored skinny jeans. Either Ugandan gay boys have developed a thick skin against popular fads from yonder lands or they know themselves far better than we give them credit for.
Now, where did I put my afro wig? I hear afros and bell bottoms are back in fashion.
If I could turn back the hands of time, I would again be a gorgeous little tramp in skinny rainbow jeans tightly hugging my cute little butt, without underwear, and I would sleep around with whoever, wherever … keep my mouth shut, thereby giving the whole thing an air of dignity.
Newly crowned: Joseph Lubega (30)
Meanwhile, here is a Ugandan with enough eye candy to give a lot of women (and the discerning men) toothache. He is called Joseph Lubega (fights under the name Joey Vegas), 5’9″, 165lbs (75kgs), with a sexiness that should have a lot of drooling men and women walk into lamp posts.
He recently won some sort of boxing bout (and belt) but I can’t bothered with whatever that means. If you want to find out about it, follow it up here.
Eye candy to give you toothache: Joseph Lubega
My concern is with the more educative aspects of Lubega such as his captivating smile, teeth the size of thumbnails, lips galore, hands the size of paddling oars, fingers the size of palm fronds, a jaw that could stop a Volkswagen in its tracks. It’s difficult to believe that he is only 5’9″; he looks more like 6’2″ and counting.
And then that raw masculinity. Ooh, la, la.
I gather he is in Kampala and November 30 will be defending the title he won. Wink, wink.
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I am going to state a view a lot of people who are not Jamaican are secretly harboring but don’t have the guts to air:
I wasn’t wishing him well, didn’t like it one bit when Usain Bolt won the 200m sprint yesterday.I was inwardly hoping that Yohan Blake or, better still, the American in the final line-up of that race upset the odds and saved us from the inevitable crass and unclassy preening and prancing that would ensue if Bolt won.
“Every time a friend succeeds, I did a little” Gore Vidal
So, you can imagine my dismay when not only did Bolt win but Jamaica made it a 1-2-3! How bloody galling.
It was bad enough in 2008 when we had to put up with the showy lad from Jamaica who broke records even though he was running as though it was a walk in the park to him. That bolt thing especially irritated me, tipping me firmly into the haters’ camp. I mean, who did this boy think he was, coming on to our screens, all 6’5″ of him, and acting as though he owned the track plus everyone who was watching?
Whatever happened to the days of the great Carl Lewis, who won and won, and didn’t make silly lightning bolt signs about it? Or of Michael Johnson, he who ran as though he had a ramrod metal bar stuck in his behind but still broke the 400m record in 1999, a record that still stands 13 years later? And both those great athletes kept a clean drugs sheet, mind.
Not that a clean sheet means anything in this day and age when athletes are clearly more savvy than the fuddy daddies at the IOC (remember Marion Jones, who never failed a drugs test in competition?) with their snotty but clearly plodding drugs testing methods which are quite obviously steps behind the athletes’ conniving and scheming.
Oh, go away! Jamaica’s 200m 1-2-3 winners
So, I am (again secretly) hoping that Usain Bolt is eventually tripped up by his own hubris just as happened with Marion Jones who eventually came a-cropper and lived to see her results on the track crumble into a heap of ignominy. And I know I have good reason to hope; I have just read somewhere that the man who came second to Usain Bolt, Yohan Blake, failed a drugs test in 2009.
So, I am going to hope that whatever these men are taking will eventually come to light, perhaps when their trainer turns whistleblower, and they will be disgraced. The sooner the better, so that Bolt and his posse crawl back into their homophobic Jamaican backwater where they belong.
And did you hear that Bolt had the temerity to speak about Carl Lewis in disparaging terms? What a bloody cheek! The reason you are feted around the world, you … boy … is Carl Lewis who won nine gold medals in various disciplines and got the world firmly hooked on athletics. If it hadn’t been for Carl Lewis showing that track and field could be exciting, you would be broke despite the records you are breaking. Performance-wise, too, you have some records to your name but you can’t touch Carl Lewis. For that you will have to start learning how to do the long jump and then carry yourself with class and dignity off and on the field after you win.
So, how come all these people are groveling at the seemingly astonishing feats of this Bolt character?
Simple. They are blind, fawning, sycophants who are trying to get a life vicariously through what seems to be Bolt’s genius. They are desperate to believe that a human being can run that fast so easily, but deep down they know it is not possible for anyone to outrun everyone so effortlessly without being aided by some sort of elixir. So, what do they do? They exaggerate their praise of Bolt in the hope that if they scream it loud enough to their fellow boot-lickers, the suspicion that he can’t be clean will pale into non-existence.
Now, let me get up and switch off my television. This incessant gushing about Usain Bolt by the BBC is about to drive me nuts.
Tss!
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I thought I couldn’t master interest in football (soccer to the Americans) but all sorts of things I am seeing on the field are gradually changing my mind.
Take this fantastic six-pack display by West Ham United’s Ricardo Vaz Te.
Ricardo Vaz Te!!
How can anyone fail to take an interest in football with such eye-candy on display. I am not sure what Vaz Te was celebrating but it doesn’t really matter – I am too busy deciding whether that is a six or eight-pack.
Now, I am listening to the match between Chelsea and Bayern Munich on radio. The commentators are so good that you have to pinch yourself to realize that you are actually not watching the game.
I hope Chelsea win it – to give Didier Drogba a chance to take his shirt off … as is his wont.
You have to be careful at the Cannes Film Festival if you are going to walk down the red carpet. It is the one festival where the photographers can very easily upstage you with their tuxedos and little black dresses.
Eva Longoria held her own … just
Jane Fonda took a bit of a risk with the penguin look and nearly got lost in front of the tuxedo-clad photographers. But she has been such a big star for so long she somehow managed to be … Jane Fonda.
Jane Fonda (74)
Isn’t it amazing that this woman looks this good at 74?
Wow!
I want the elixir Jane Fonda is on but unfortunately these bitches usually take their beauty secrets to the grave. Tss!!
And of course poor Tilda Swinton ignored one of the rules regarding the wearing of nude colors:
Outfit belongs in a futuristic movie, not on the red carpet
You must ensure the nude ensemble is provided some contrast with your hair, complexion (tanning bed please), shoes or accessories else you look like something out of a bad Martian movie. As you can see above, Tilda Swinton bombed spectacularly with her satin nude look that left her looking too pale. It would have helped if the frock flattered her, of course, but have you ever seen anyone look good in starched satin bed sheets?
Here is how to wear nude and carry it off:
Perfect! 10/10 – Lea Michelle
A mutual friend from another forum recently made this remark:
“Don’t show me Kenyan [gay] boys and then expect me to buy Uganda. You [are] simply asking for too much.”
What a coincidence, I said to myself. I have been thinking about the differences between Ugandan and Kenyan personas, specifically about the men in the two countries. Being gay I am of course terrible at figuring out the women if only because, with no vested interest in that direction, I haven’t bothered to.
Comparisons, especially of human beings, are usually unkind but we make them all the time. Correction, discerning people, well-traveled people, thoughtful people, make comparisons all the time. The notable point is that when perceptive people make the comparisons, they keep the unkind conclusions they reach to themselves.
So, I am going to do the polite thing; focus on the “positive” attributes I have observed about the Kenyan men, gay and straight. Of course this will not be a minute description of all Kenyan men – it is impossible to do that. But, generalizations are mother’s milk to mankind (even if namby-pamby do-gooders try to dissuade us from “stereotyping” as though there is any other way of commenting on a whole set of people) so they are going to flow thick and fast here.
Not all Kenyan men look this good obviously, but when it comes to going for what they want … they sizzle
Ugandans and Kenyans are what they are whether they are gay or not. So, there is little point in spending too much time trying to figure out why the two peoples are different. But there is, it seems to me, traction in dwelling on the differences in personality that make Kenyan gay men a more interesting set of people to hang around and, dare one say it, explore as sexual beings and lovers.
If a Kenyan man is interested in you, you will know it in about one and a half-minutes. In this day and age where we have so much going on, that sort of speed is a godsend. Once the niceties are out of the way, Kenyan men are making it clear they like you, want you, need you (though not necessarily in that order) before you take the second sip of your first drink.
I mean who wants to have a man act all coy, demure and well-brought-up when, all along, you’re eyeing him up and down and then some? Besides, in this day and age of Tyra-Banks-esque ”got for it” brazenness, who wants to spend time guessing whether that man eyeing you across hotel gardens wants to maul you to kingdom come or is simply staring at the mole on your nose in idiotic stupefaction? Kenyan men (I wonder whether it applies to straight men, too?) will simply walk over and let you know that you have a date if you want it. Oooh la, la.
Not necessarily gay but, being Kenyan, they likely know what they want and are wired to go for it
Of course most gay men [all men?] play silly games, what the Americans call bullshit. It is the order of the day even in the straight world, so you have to learn to sieve out the chaff from the diamonds. Growing up teaches you the hang of those ropes.
But there is nothing as irritating and confusing as dealing with the bullshit of people who think that they are straight men playing gay men pretending to be bisexual. One might have a little patience with confused people of that sort if they are 12 years old, but over 21? Oh, for Pete’s sake, grow up!
“Most Kenyan gay men I’ve met are comfortable with being gay. They don’t think its just a phase.” [Anon]
Homophobia, the African secrecy about matters sexual and general [pretend] disinclination to talk about sex and sexuality aside, Kenyan gay men are, to my mind, the most uninhibited gay men in the whole of East Africa, if you discount the money boys. And, oh, how refreshing that is.
Some might call that slutty or loose; I call it accepting that you have one life, embracing the odds stacked against you as a gay man and nonetheless living. Kenyan men seem rather good at this.
On a personal note, there is nothing that incenses me as much as all these down low (DL) men who tell you that they are bisexual and expect you to look at them as though they are somehow special because they get it up for men and women alike. “So what?” I always wonder to myself … “You expect me genuflect at your feet because you are a bar-fly?
Please.
Am I supposed to take your flitting from men to women as a badge of honor so that it would be a privilege to wait in line for when you will tire of your woman to give me a look-in? Please be a DL bisexual all you like but don’t flatter yourself into thinking that I am supposed to understand your clandestine juggling ways.
No! Whether they are Kenyan, exciting, direct, God’s gift or otherwise, bisexual men become a chore in two and a-half days. It’s tough enough wanting a relationship with a man – but one who also feels attraction to women and nonchalantly expects you to fall in line to accommodate that? No, thank you very much. Even if putting up with the DL bisexuality weren’t tedious enough, slugging it out with a woman over a man seems too indecorous to bear even if a man beating a woman wasn’t so embarrassing.
But this was supposed to be about Kenyan men. Give me a Kenyan gay man (Kenyan man?) any time. I so like the helium that seems to course through their very existence.
Now, I was about to embark on a description of what the Tanzanian, Ugandan, Rwandese, Malian, Togolese, Nigerian, South African, Somali, Ghanaian, Zambian, Zimbabwean, Moroccan, Cameroonian men are made of. But then I realized that this is too long already. Besides, who wants to admit in public that he has the intimate 4-1-1 on all those men?
Not me in whose mouth butter wouldn’t melt!!!
Best to leave it at the excitement-oozing, pot-boiling, action-seeking, party-livening, straining-at-the-leash Kenyans for now.
Okay Beyonce has a pot butt – but we knew that already
I hate to be the party-pooper at the Beyonce love fest, but this Givenchy get-up is a mess. The only saving grace might be that she agreed to wear it in order to save someone’s life – did she? – but if Beyonce wore this … thing … for any other reason, she must be suffering from some sort of mental affliction.
I know Beyonce’s fans think she is God’s gift to womanhood and will walk over hot coals (and back) to try and prove it. I think she is just a one-dimensional screeching fest who has successfully worked diva-dom into her limited art to the level where it is no longer clear where her talent ends and her good looks begin. All power to her for so successfully blurring the line between actually singing and being … a diva.
But I digress.
Aiyee! What is that following our naked Beyonce? Nice hair though
That dress … goodness gracious me … what a revealing, gauche, un-wearable monstrosity! Ladies, once you get married and wish to be seen as a respectable married woman, which you should even if you have not just had a baby, leave this kind of revealing debacle to upcoming, desperate, starlets who will, quite understandably, be trying too hard to make an impression.
And there I was thinking that Miss Beyonce was beyond all that.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Didier Drogba is a winner of big-stage games.
But he is also an exhibitionist:
Ah, okay …
I love a man who shaves his armpits
Those legs!
But, darling, that hair needs to go:
Nah, not in 2012!
April 24.
If you know the Taj Mahal, the Mona Lisa, Mahatma Gandhi, Tower of Pisa, the Great Wall of China, the Sydney Opera House, the Colloseum, the Hagia Sophia, you will likely know why April 24 is such an important date in the history of the world.
Yes, April 24 is the date when the 9th wonder of the world, the incomparable, inimitable, imperturbable, peerless, matchless, Barbra Streisand was born.
The 9th Wonder of the World - Barbra Streisand
More to the point, April 24 2012 Barbra Streisand turned 70 and you can bet whatever talent your artistic idol has that he/she cannot touch Miss Streisand. There is simply no comparison with Miss Streisand today or ever. None.
Mention the artistic accolade, Barbra Streisand has won it. She has also given back to society in ways that would take one well into next year to chronicle. This is a woman with a voice, class, determination and a heart, a tiny piece of which should be taken and shared out amongst Africa’s thieving politicians so that they learn to think of people other than themselves.
Check out Miss Streisand’s astonishing accomplishments here. Her’s is likely a record that will never be equaled by anyone else, male or female - it must be that no one else will ever be that talented, that versatile, that phenomenally successful in everything he/she touches.
Most remarkably for the most successful female artist of all time (no it is not Lady Gaga or, God rest her soul, Whitney Houston) she has done it all without self-destructing with drugs, alcohol or self indulgent egotism. Barbra Streisand indeed invented class – or at least must have directed whoever invented it – such is her incredible talent.
Anyone out there who shares April 24 as their birthday, you are in great company. And don’t you forget that. My dear friend, another really classy lady, Lydia Sembuya shared the same birthday but, alas, she is no longer here to celebrate it.
Did I mention looking so good at that age? Enough said.
Happy Birthday Miss Streisand.
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