Diamond in the Back

I wanna (diamond in the back), I wanna (sunroof top), I wanna (diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean)... --Ludacris

The best ride on the block

A while back (way back) I spent a hot summer day out on a ski boat with a bunch of shirtless gay men, cruising slowly through the Lake Washington ship canal (the nautical equivalent of cruising the strip) and the stream of pleasure boats, which were all well adorned with feminine decoration - except for us, all we had was beefcake. Some guy yells at us: "Where's the women?!!" The answer of course was that we didn't need women. We had each other. Bro's before Ho's. Or rather, bro's who ARE ho's.

I was thinking how the Goddess isn't much a part of Christian mythology. It's like, "where the hell are the women?" In the book of Acts, Paul famously preached against the Goddess Artemis (Diana) of the Ephesians, which got him run out of town. Jesus hung out with the bros, and though some say he and Mary Magdalene were an item, you have to read WAY between the lines to get that out of scripture. My take is that the Roman mystery cults infiltrated the early church and quickly turned it back toward Goddess worship (via Mary) but as far as Jesus went, it was all about the Father and the Son. No Goddess needed, and I think, good riddance. The Goddess is a bitch - an insatiable pit of human blood sacrifice. See the Stygian Port's examination of the Goddess in The Medusa Touch. Harvest Home by Thomas Tryon, gives a vivid impression of the dark side of Ceres/agriculture fertility worship. I saw it as a made for TV movie.

The 1982 thriller 'Deathtrap', starring Michael Caine, Dyan Cannon, and Christopher Reeve, features Caine and Reeve as lovers, plotting to do away with Caine's wife - Dyan. Synchromystically, if Reeve is always Superman, then he is always Christ, which would place Caine in the roll of the Father, and Dyan as the divine feminine. The movie poster clearly shows what it's really all about. In the movie, the final triumph is given to Helga the psychic (a witchy crone).

For God to forsake the Goddess would mean he'd be forsaking the ultimate power source in the universe - the thing that makes him God! Since the universe is basically a giant ecstasy machine, he would need to find another place to hide the "engine" - a place nobody would ever think to look. Maybe God put the divine feminine where the sun don't shine, and said to hell with the ol' ball and chain. And to hell is where she went, to become Lucy(fer). Like they say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

"Long dickin' my ass... nice 'n' slow... it kinda turn m' engine on, 'r somethin'!"

You could say that gay men are "rear-engined", and to bring it all back to cars (as usual), it's interesting that the Lincoln (see The Kentuckian) was famous for it's "integrated spare tire" in the trunk. A tire is a torus, so symbolically, the Lincoln carried a black hole in the back. The Lincoln Mark V was a classic pimpmobile, so I think we're into triple entendres by now. It goes without saying that Lincoln is currently working on their Mark X.

A cross in a box

The VW Beetle is the most iconic rear-engined car in the world, personified as Herbie by Disney. The VW was designed in the 1930's by Dr. Ferry Porsche for Hitler, who wanted a "people's car". The Doctor went on after WWII to create the Porsche sports car brand - its most successful model being the rear-engined 911.

The brand that keeps on giving.

Ralph Nader, the Green Party Messiah, made his reputation with the 1965 publication of 'Unsafe At Any Speed', a crusade against Detroit and the Chevrolet Corvair - a car with its engine in its butt. Due to Nader's success, the Corvair is now quite rare, and has become a collector's item. There's a guy a few blocks away from me who collects 'em, and built a gorgeous garage for his collection, practically a shrine. Personally I think Corvairs are damn homely, but I'm glad somebody loves 'em.