the awesome/terrifying freedom

oh dear. someone found my blog today by typing into ask.com:

"what do you call a guy who likes women and is turned on by a penis?"

i'm so curious about this person. is this a frustrated girlfriend? or a sexually confused, questioning guy? ask.com doesn't offer any answer, but for some reason it lists my site as the number one place to find such information. so i'll do my best:

i'd call that guy a homo.

hope that helps.

in other news, i'm going to get a tattoo:



small, on my back. i've been thinking about it for years and years - what is the exact right thing to get? chinese characters? so nick lachey. a dragon? so asiaphilia. a scorpion next to mr. winky? so bel ami porn. it has to be unique, my own design. it has to be cool, meaningful. it has to have a good story. i thought about it and thought about it so long that the whole point of having a tattoo - that it would be with you for life - became more and more moot (mooter and mooter?) as life passed on by. so it's time, finally, and this is it: the philippine sun combined with 'the three legs of man,' the 'manx triskelion,' symbol of the isle of man, where my dad's white white white ancestors came from. i love the three legs symbol. the motto of the isle of man is 'where-ever you throw me, i will stand.' which is cool, but seems to invite people to toss you around, though i'm not totally averse to being tossed about.