Knox Bronson's letter made me laugh - not coffee spewed on the monitor laugh but kind of an amused grin to myself kind of a laugh. He was responding to another article when he said the reason we have such a problem with sodomy is because it's gross. I wish grand generalizationists like Knox would speak for themselves when they say stuff like that. I happen to love buttsex and most of the guys I've had it with seem to like it a lot too. But you know what's really funny? It's not us gay guys talking about it all the time now, it's the straight guys yammering on incessantly about it. We're doing and they're analyzing it. I think you straight guys just need to get on with doing it and stop talking about it so much because doing it is a lot more fun than talking about it.

As to the current article being talked about, Hard Drive, I kept thinking through the whole thing that the reason why I have sex now and had lots of sex with women back before I got turned into a homosexual (by going to the ballet too much) was because of the orgasm. It surely wasn't some great intellectual endeavor. I just wanted those orgasms and over the years have done amazingly stupid, risky, strange, wonderful, exciting things to get them; including but not limited to having sex with *gasp* women.

Do we accomplish much by dissecting it down any further than the orgasm?

OK JayV, your post is a work of art. (scroll down aways) I'm sitting here laughing, giggling and thinking, wow, somebody is more opinionated than I am; a difficult thing to match, let alone best.

I ssuck cock by choice and I think your reference to that, as a put-down, is classic and ssublimely telling. Instead of taking offense, I take delight. Those who don't do it couldn't even begin to imagine what they're missing.

Thank you!

The best show ever on TV, cable or otherwise, was Six Feet Under.

Be gracious and admit defeat.

I can't believe I just read through that whole mess. I guess I did it because I was hoping that Rose would have something redemptive to share by the time it was over. But nope, nothing redemptive and I find myself sitting here kind of bummed out and thinking, "Wow, how sad for those little boys."

After watching lots of dads of all ages playing with their kids on the beach yesterday and being really moved by what I saw, I commented to my friend that dads these days seem to be a lot more involved with parenting than in years past. I'm thinking that Salon's editors could have found something more appropriate to the holiday than this cynical mess of an essay because there are a lot of gifted writers out here sharing a lot of really interesting stories about their relationships with their dads.

Rose's essay wasn't interesting, much less uplifting and it seems like a very poor choice for a holiday that's supposed to honor fathers. Perhaps it could be replaced with something more appropriate before the end of the day?

I'm usually fine with Andrew's reviews but in this case I feel like I saw a completely different movie than he did. I found most of the characters in Little Children haunting and deeply affecting by the end of the film. I found Kate Winslet beautiful, but her beauty didn't distract me at all from her character's storyline. I don't think a woman has to be dowdy or unattractive or have less than luminous skin to get across the point that she's struggling with her sexuality and her femininity and her lot in life. I haven't read the book so I don't know if Kate's beauty is really an issue worth criticizing or not when it comes to casting and story integrity. But watching the film I got absorbed in the story she was telling, not her Botticelli looks.

It took me awhile to figure out where this film was going, and I'm still not sure I really got it. But I liked the big messiness that Andrew talks about in his article because that's so much what life is like for most of us.

Anyway, I was both repulsed by and fascinated by Little Children. It was awkward and messy and confusing, like my own life I guess, so I related on levels I probably wish I hadn't. The actors seemed to mature into their character's as the film went on and by the time it was drawing to a close I was liking what I was watching, even though it hurt a little to be liking it.

Andrew's a thoughtful observer of indie films, so disagreeing with his assessment of this film is no big deal. I kind of like it when I feel like I saw a different film than the critics did because it means I'm seeing it through my own eyes, not theirs or somebody else's.

That was funny. I laughed a lot at the mention of Tom & Katie's Asian baby. I like cheap tawdry entertainment so I was thoroughly satisfied by the end of Rebecca's piece. As a gay guy though I could have used a few more cock references as opposed to all the beaver talk. But hey, when you're down this far in the bottom of the barrel it's just not right to complain, is it.

Funny stuff Rebecca. Thanks!