Bold? Audacious? No, Bodacious!

•September 22, 2008 • 1 Comment

Bodacious – bo·da·cious – [boh-dey-shuhs] Adj : impressive, awesome, brave in action, remarkable, prodigious.

     I love this word! It’s basically the reason I’m alive–intense right?!? Well, I’ve always found myself to uphold the complete essence of this word. Anyone can tell, from miles away, that I’m awesome (not tooting my own horn or anything) I have tons of confidence and anyone who knows be can tell that I’m a show stopper! When I meet new people, I am very bodacious in the way I act. I act as if I know what I’m doing even if I don’t. Still, I’m no superstar and there isn’t a spot light shining down on me, eventhough there should be, I just feel like my confidence in life will get me very far. So now that you’ve read this, as I know everyone will, from this moment on just call me Kurtis “Bodacious” Hull!


Another Sick Day…

•September 22, 2008 • 1 Comment

“If homosexuality is a disease, let’s all call in queer to work: “Hello. Can’t work today, still queer”;”  – Robin Tyler


I chose this quote because, hmm, it’s down right HILARIOUS! It’s also very true. In today’s society, the typical, narrow-minded person sees homosexuality as a disease or a sickness. If that’s the case, then why can’t we call into work and say “Hello. Can’t work today, still queer?” It only seems logical. However, I don’t and know that homosexuality is not a disease; I mean, jehovah god almighty if it’s a disease, I have it bad! I should get checked out before this gets serious! This quote really is just playful banter towards the ignorant people in the world and the brainless words they say to try and hurt the homos! It’s not working, just so you know! Next time I need to call in sick for work, I’m going to try this line–we’ll se how far I get!

Just Another Day In Paradise…Not!

•September 11, 2008 • 7 Comments

Kevin Michael Pravia 

May 25, 1989 – August 31, 2008

     On August 31, 2008, nineteen year old, gay student of Pace University, Kevin Pravia was strangled with an electric cord in his off-campus apartment in New York City. A 22 year old, homeless man named Jeromie Cancel, supposedly came to Kevin’s apartment after buying drugs from Kevin (which is found to be false). Jeromie stayed at Kevin’s apartment watching a horror movie. When Kevin was sleeping, Jeromie struck him, shoved a bag in his mouth, tied an electric cord around his neck, and smothered with his own pillow. Subsequent to the murder, Jeromie then robbed Kevin of his Ipod, Laptop, and cell phone. Kevin was found almost twelve hours later by his roommate. Jeromie was caught, taken into custody and then confessed to the murder. Jeromie’s father, who kicked him out of his house for stealing from him, said “You should never take someones life, he deserves whatever he gets!” Kevin was supposed to start his sophomore year at Pace University next week. Kevin will be missed tremendously. Kevin’s friend’s said that he was genuinely a happy and very confident guy.

    This news article hits me in an awkward way. I talked to Kevin once or twice, via AIM or MSN Messenger. I didn’t know him at all, I just said, “Hi, What’s up,” and we talked about random things. I haven’t talked to him in like a year or so, but his death still hits me hard. I can’t just be like, “Oh God, why Kevin?” because I didn’t know him enough to gain that bond, it’s just a strange feeling that this gorgeous boy I talked to a year ago is now gone forever. I will ask why though. Why Kevin? Why did he have to die, so a homeless guy could get some money from his technology. I think that because Jeromie confessed, he should be put on death row, immeadiately! This death of someone who did nothing wrong, makes me want to just freak the frick out! Kevin, you’ll be missed dearly, and I regret not getting to know you more when I had the chance.



Hell: It’s Not Even That Hot!

•September 11, 2008 • Leave a Comment

“A lot of people come up here and thank Jesus for this award. I want you to know that no one had less to do with this award than Jesus.”  “Suck it, Jesus. This award is my god now.”
                                                                                                    -Kathy Griffin accepting her first Emmy

  Kathy Griffin, a fiery comedian goddess won her first Emmy for her hit TV show “My Life on the D-List.” She has said repeatedly that she’s going to hell and that most of us will join her. I fell in love with this statement of hers, solely because she has got the biggest balls ever! Kathy doesn’t hesitate anything she says, nor do I, hence why I love her and this quote. She made a huge point by saying this at the pre-taped Emmy show; she worked hard for the life she has now, and she feels that she did it all without the help of a maybe or maybe not “Jehovah God Almighty” (as I like to call him). She did offend many of the Jesus lovers in the world, but she also used her right of free speech. I personally believe that what she said was just and much needed for the award show. It exemplified her outrageously hysterical self as well as her confidence with herself. She worked hard for that Emmy, she deserved that Emmy, and God was not there in her winning of this now “oh so holy statue!” Again, she knows she’s going to hell, she already has her handbasket ready. As she says, “I’m the only Catholic left with a sense of humor!”

Is This Love…or a Family Torn Apart?

•September 11, 2008 • 1 Comment

 This photo was taken by my good friend, Marilyn Ziebell. She’s the most amazing self-taught photographer I’ve ever met. I would go to the end of the world and back for this girl. Anyhow, when I see this photo, I felt two different concepts.

First, I see this photo as a man and a woman bringing a new, precious life into the world. By cradling the baby with each of their hands represents the love and affection they have for their new baby. I also see this like a father becoming a man, holding his baby with the help of his wife, symbolizing their desire and passion to be a family. I can also infer that this baby girl will always be loved and no matter what she’ll always have someone’s hands to catch her if she falls.

However, this photo also illustrates something completely different. I, now, see a family torn, but the only importance left is the love of their baby girl. I see that the couple no longer has the burning love to be together, but they will not give up on the love of their baby. It seems that the pairs of hands are tearing the baby to each others’ side saying, “Choose this side!” I find that a little harsh for a newborn to decide, not that the baby could. Overall, either way you look at it, this photo nonetheless exemplifies pure LOVE.


Me…a cochino? No way, Jose!

•September 11, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Cochino (noun) : A young man with questionable motivations concerning young women and men, usually of a lewd, erotic nature. Typically having a voracious sexual appetite and prone to constantly making advances on women or men.

        Many people who know me would most likely say that I put the “E” in easy or that I’m a promiscuous, man eater. This being said, I know where I’ve been and what I’ve done, but this doesn’t mean that I’m a cochino. I, a carefree fag, does not pass up the casual fun times, but I don’t just harass people into things that feel voids in my life. So when someone calls me a cochino, I take offense. I don’t “flip a tit” or anything, I rather just shrug it off. I refuse to have people assume that I treat people like meat ready for the taking. When I was nine I was raped, and I was again raped when I was twelve by twelve different men. Subsequent to all that happening, I started having the mind set that I was only put on this earth for people’s pleasure. Thus, leading to my promiscuous habits. Does this make me a cochino? Perhaps. However, I don’t believe that in the least. I guess I’ll leave that up to you, my lovely peers!

Diva Extraordinaire!

•September 3, 2008 • 3 Comments

     I’ve always found myself to be a “show stopper” ever since I popped out of the womb of life. I feel this because I’ve always had high self-confidence, so I became a diva of sorts. I feel I deserve more than I really do, which shall we say, is probably not the greatest thing in the world. I’m not saying that I’m on a high pedestal and the world should bow down to me, as tempting as that does sound. I’m solely saying that I like to stop a crowd with my over zealous attitude and make heads turn. I do not ever, and I mean ever, get embarrassed because I feel that I’m the big hancho. I judge things way too much because of the “diva-tude” but I’m not a terrible person, I love life and everything in it. I just feel like I’m, hmm, AAAAMMMAAAZZZIIINNNGGG! I want everyone to know that I’m not like Super B**** , but that I’m just a regular obnoxious homo! I someday, hope to either be in porn or to be an actor. I’ve always said, “I need to use my skills!” I absolutely enjoy to dance, you know, shake that b to o, o to the t, y is the last letter because that’s what you see! Lately, since coming to NMU, I’ve felt like a “hot mess,” real skankalicous! I’m a blast to be around and all of you would be delighted to be in my posse!

I just want to take on the world, one stiletto pump at a time!