The Double H Ranch

Francesco and his golden jockstrap.

My thing for twins grows. Read Twin Towers for a recap.

Goro Adachi hit so many nerves in his recent post: 'The St. Anthony Code' that the synchromystic mob is still reeling. Among many subjects, he details the symbolic elements of the collapse of the twin bridges in the Twin Cities, and I paid particular attention. Twin bridges, twin towers...

Joined at the hip?

On 6/16 I wrote: "Before the Twin Towers in NYC were destroyed, another pair were built in the East - the Petronas Towers in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Erected in 1998, these towers were briefly the tallest buildings in the world".

Twins bridging the narrow way.

The Minnesota bridges collapsed on August 1, and I was reminded of another pair of twin bridges - the Tacoma Narrows - completed on July 15. An emerging pattern? I don't know what it means, but it means something.

The Petronus Towers form a pronounced H. When I look at the Narrows Bridge uprights, I see connecting structure - an H. I have a lot of personal syncs about this, perhaps the oddest one being that my hubby and I both have Double H baseball caps (a long story).

And today I finally noticed the insignia of the Hot House gay porn studio - the House of Francesco. (HH, orange, sun rays, diamond). My head hurts.

The Quest

Since the post on Riverworld, I've become fascinated with the concept of "Commodius vicus":

"Commodius vicus" refers to Giambattista Vico (1668-1744). Vico believed in a theory of cyclical history. He believed that the world was coming to the end of the last of three ages, these being the age of gods, the age of heroes, and the age of humans.

The age of gods, the age of heroes, and the age of humans.

There is a story repeating, in symbolic and fractal nature, over and over, in past ages and in our own, sometimes acted out in eons, or in centuries, decades, and as we approach the end of this Age, even days and hours. Our spirits sense this, which is why we're drawn to the stories, and to their interpreters.

I believe this is because our spirits were "literally" present in these previous ages, and played out roles in this (so-called) never ending story. That's why we sit through endless re-runs, and why Hollywood makes endless re-makes. We "identify" with the characters, over and over again. Damn right - you ARE a character. And your spirit is the actor.

You were a god, and then a hero, and now finally, a human. A descending scale, so to speak.

Why ARE we grand and immortal spirits experiencing this rather less than heavenly experience? Because a crime has been committed, and YOU my friend, are cast as the sleuth. There's a reason Agatha "Christi" was so popular - "Hercules" Poirot indeed. Watson, the game is afoot!

More to come, I'm on a roll.

Blinded By The Light

Hoi Palloi's recent post at Sabrina's Journey mentions the upcoming movie 'The Martian Child', starring John Cusak. "The story is as follows: A science fiction writer adopts a child who claims to be a Martian. The child lives in a box and refuses to come out; he always wears sunglasses." In the same week, A Kean Eye's spotted the Templar themed Australian Aria Awards - sponsored by Ray-Ban.

I'll Ignore the "cosmic cube" and the "coming out" aspects for now, and focus on what's right in front of me... the sunglasses.

Tom Cruise burst seemingly overnight and fully-formed (like Venus) into Hollywood stardom in 1983's 'Risky Business'. Tom plays Joel Goodsen (good son, godsend?) and his role is memorable for two reasons: his nearly naked air guitar lip-sync of Bob Seger's 'Old Time Rock And Roll', and his iconic Ray-Ban Wayfarers.

Sunglasses have indeed become 'iconic' in our culture, and the stars wear them constantly, as if to protect themselves from each other's brilliance.

Icon: a painting of Jesus Christ or another holy figure, typically in a traditional style on wood, venerated and used as an aid to devotion in the Byzantine and other Eastern Churches.

Over the past 50 years, the sun has increasingly appeared as a menace. From skin cancer to global warming and all its ramifications, we're taught to fear the sun. We've slowly gone from sun worship to sun loathing. We shield ourselves with ray banning equipment and SPF 30 sunblock. We even have secret chem-trail operations that appear to be enveloping the world in a sun-proof cocoon. Safety first.

Grey aliens look like they're wearing sunglasses, or maybe sunglasses wearing humans look like grey aliens. Some have mused that grey aliens aren't as alien as commonly depicted - and may come from inner - rather than outer - space. Consider a creature adopted for subterranean living, and a short, light-sensitive golem with no skin melanin makes some sense. Rumors of underground alien bases compound the mystery.

In Childhood's End, Arthur C. Clarke envisions the Overlords: beings resembling the traditional human folklore image of demons: bipeds with large wings, horned heads, and tails. The Overlords are taller than humans and of proportionally more massive bodies covered with a hard, black armor shell. They are greatly photosensitive to yellow sunlight, because they are from a planet with a dimmer light spectrum.

Back in my college daze, the Ray-Ban brand wasn't the most highly coveted status symbol - we all wanted Vuarnet. Note the logo. Venus in the London Undergound?

Alchemy of the Cosmic Egg

Oakley Sunglasses uses the divine "O" as it's corporate symbol, and its corporate headquarters in Orange County at "1 Icon" pretty much say it all.

Enter the Star Gate

It's a place of reinforced blast walls, product torture chambers and the padded cells of mad science. Oakley’s design bunker is where inventions are conceived, developed, perfected and manufactured. ...the hidden catacombs of research labs and proving grounds... (sounds cozy - M)

Rosslyn, err... Oakley Chapel. Nice fan.

An epic project with precision in every detail, the structure reflects Oakley’s approach to invention. Exterior architecture signifies a stronghold, a fortress to bunker the triumphs of patented innovation. Authentically Oakley, the colossal entrance is a portal beyond the ordinary and a doorway to possibility. Built on a hilltop to rise above convention...

Modern sunglasses are based upon "polarizing" technology. The poles - gateways to the inner earth? See Holy Donuts for more on pole-centered torus energy fields. Pole dancing, anyone?

SO MANY ICONS:

Blues Brothers John Belushi and Dan Akroyd on a 'Mission from God'.

Holly Golightly - dining on diamonds in Breakfast at Tiffany's.

The future's so bright, he's gotta wear shades.

JK Rowling Says Dumbledore is Gay

Albus and his grail

Ummm. Somehow, I have a good/bad feeling about this. What would Dumbledore do?

The Stuff of Heroes

Last year I rented Surge of Power - a very low-budget gay pic that I stumbled upon while browsing aimlessly on purpose at Blockbuster Video. It's a campy little movie that parodies comic book super heroes written, produced and starring Vincent J. Roth. It's not particularly good (most would say awful) but it pegged my archetype reader meter, and looking back now, even more so.

The main character is a gay man who loves comic books - he and his friends are all 'graphic novel' geeks, and we even get a little soap box speech from one of them defending the genre. A freak lab accident gives our hero super powers, but its not the plot that is so interesting to me, it's the details...

Out of the Blue (cool logo)

Surge's "battle suit" is all sky blue, and at the time I thought the suit was kinda bland for a gay super hero - I would have expected flaming gold lamé and rhinestones. But considering the flurry of blue posts in the blogosphere, especially Adam's encyclopedic documentation at Inside the Cosmic Cube, maybe the costume fits.

Surge's power is a build up of energy that is suddenly released. Ahem. He sprays white, sticky goo on the bad guys - which immobilizes them. I've read enough about "tantric sex magick" to suspect that an orgasm, properly channeled, really IS the ultimate power in the universe.

At one point, our hero is seen wearing a red star necklace, and a shirt with the number 66 displayed. Executive Order 66 is the command given by the Sith (Seth?) emperor to destroy the Jedi Knights/Knights Templar in Star Wars III.

Both hero and villain's power comes from the same source, the very same lab accident. Hmmm.

Both villain and hero have the same weakness: dance music. It renders them powerless! OK, lets consider how many movies where I've seen a sexy dance scene totally hypnotize the king/merchant/crime lord/hero/villain? Why IS the go-go dancer the god of any hot gay review?

The hero gets a phone call from his dad, who asks how "the fruit of my loins" is doing, hehe. Errr... fruits, first fruits?

My Hero (on the right)

Perhaps the most amazing thing to me is that the hero "talks" to Jesus. He has a little Jesus statue in his bedroom, and he chats to it like it can hear him. This blue fag super hero who shoots orgasm loads at bad guys has a "personal" Jesus, and it's presented without even a hint of sly mocking. I think I fucking cried.

NOTES:

The Jesus statue has a red cape, not the traditional blue. Amanita or Psilocybin, what's your poison?

Blogger spell check suggested "honeylocust" for "Psylocyben"(sic). I just can't get away from the bee thing this week.

The movie features cameos by Lou Ferrigno (the Incredible Hulk and queer muscle icon) and Nichelle Nicholes (Star Trek's Lieutenant Uruha. According to her bio, she sang at the 'Blue Angels Club' in New York)

My dad's high school mascot was the 'Blue Devil'. Wouldn't ya know.

Gimme More

It's official: Britney Spears has ascended to 'Diva', and at such an early age.

A gay diva must certainly be a star, but even more importantly, her personal life must be a train wreck. It's only the fallen star that we really worship. Let everyone trash her, from the media to ex-friends to ex-husbands, and then - FINALLY - the eunuch protector gene kicks in, and we take her under our wing.

A virgin goddess on a pedestal is as interesting to queers as a sack of potatoes. But knock her off, roll her around in the dirt, even crucify her, and we can't help but raise her up again. And risen again, she's actually worth something - perfected by her suffering.

In bringing many sons to glory, it was fitting that God, for whom and through whom everything exists, should make the author of their salvation perfect through suffering. --Hebrews 2:10

Chris Crocker got the ball rolling with his (in)famous "Leave Britney Alone". Then porn supernova Francois Sagat sold more toothpaste in 54 seconds than a thousand hours of Colgate commercials with his lip-sync of 'Gimme More' and his mouth full of "white" (Jem'Hadar pun intended). Soon to follow were Steve Cruz and RJ Danvers doing their own takes on a gay man's never-ending quest for the Holy Grail: More cock.

Which is what a gay diva really is: a gay man in drag, saying out loud what he really wants.