Dos Hombres “Pen Pal” is an application on the iPhone that I discovered a few months ago while browsing through the multitude of applications in the iTunes app catalog. It’s basically a pen pal application, where you compose a message and then flip the envelope into the sky (literally) when you are ready to send it – and it lands where it lands.
The algorithm of how it lands is a mystery to me, but one thing I started to notice was that I was getting a multitude of messages from people with short messages like “I like to talk dirty to girls, hit me up if you are a girl and like to talk dirty” or “send me ur nekkid pix!” That disturbed me, considering that I have written several messages and “flipped them into the sky” only to end up talking to a teenager from Germany, or a 30+ Interior Designer from New Jersey. Regardless, I found it odd that the system did not regulate itself in order to protect minors, and there was no settings on the application to state you wanted “adult” conversation only.
The question that I proposed in my experiment was, if this is a “Pen Pal” application and it was being used to solicit heterosexual adult conversation, would homosexual conversation (in a non-adult approach) receive responses? If so, would they be welcomed or would they receive angry responses? Since the application reaches a global audience, is homophobia global on my iPhone?
So I caved. I sent out approximately 50+ messages (flipping them into the unknown by composing the message, and then flicking the envelope off of the screen – the app is symbolic, much like casting a bottle into the ocean…) anyway, so my message went something like:
“My name is Jake, and I am a 36 year old gay guy who lives in Kentucky. I’m a writer, Producer, Director, and a blogger who loves muscular tattooed (lol) guys who have “secrets!” I have lots of girl and guy friends, love to chat, and I can keep a secret! Let’s be friends! You can learn more about me at (I gave them this URL), and chat with me here! Remember, if you are a tattooed hottie dude …. then make my day! Chat soon?”
Ok, so that was my message that I flicked into the sky – my thought process was that I would implement several key words into my message to see if it used an algorithm to match my message to people with OTHER messages that had the same key words – in theory, that would make sense. I used “muscular, tattoo, gay, 36, chat, day, secrets, and chat.” What did I get back?
Of the 50+ messages that I copied and pasted into the app and sent out, I received eight messages back this morning, three girls and five guys. One girl I had already been chatting with about life in general, the other girl was from California and wanted to be friends “even though she wasn’t a muscular guy” and then there were two very interesting “haters.” The rest were gay or bisexual men who just wanted to chat with me, and most of them were from overseas.
Homophobia is a global epidemic, and while my message was about liking muscular guys – it wasn’t dirty, crass, or controversial in a sense that it asked for anything dirty or nasty. The keywords were “gay, muscular, tattoos, chat, etc…” not “send me pics, lets fuck, lets get crunk, I do hard drugs…” whatever. Anyway, one guy from Ireland sent me a nice long message that read something along the lines of:
“You disgusting faggot, if you went to the gym more often then maybe you would not have to spend all your fat ass time on your iPhone trying to hook up with other guys. Why do you faggots always turn something innocent into something disgusting? Fat ass!”
Seriously? First of all this is coming from a guy with a profile picture in the app who is bulbous and obese himself, and hails from Ireland (home of nothing but gay icons, all I kept thinking of was little green leprechauns and green clovers…. damn, now my fat ass wants Lucky Charms) Indeed, homophobia is Global, my letter into the sky landed into the lap of a bigoted Irishman all the way across the Globe, who replied to my message with a barrage of insults. I was confused by the insult, considering that I had received numerous messages much MUCH worse than mine in my inbox from heterosexuals who indeed were much more forward, and the only thing I did in my message was hyperextend the association between gay, muscular, and tattoos – to downplay anything feminine. I may have introduced implications to chat with these types of guys, but I never stated I wanted to do anything nasty or perverted – nor did I request “nekkid pix.”
Another hater was a guy named Brian from Long Beach, Florida – who’s profile picture was that of a cheeky fellow that looked like he got his haircut from a old woman forced his head under a Tupperware bowl. He stated to me that “I was disgusting, a fatty, and that I was something that God shit out.” He went on to preach that he “hated gay people, and that I made him sick.”
He was the only hater I wrote back, and my reply was simple and honest…. “Nice hair, Froto.”
Then I received other emails from across the Globe from guys who were gay and lived in Germany, Turkey, Iceland, and in the USA – all of which were so amazingly charming! Some guys were quick to point out that they were not so muscular, but had a couple tattoos – and the one guy from Germany was a gay punk who had facial piercings and loved hardcore music.
So what does this say about my experiment? I sent out 50 messages, and got 8 replies. 7 of them counted as legitimate responses to my “test” message, and one of them was a previous response from an earlier non-test message. 2 of the messages contained hateful bigoted responses, and were from people claiming that I was disgusting and all that blabber…. and yet, their messages were much more offensive and derogatory than mine! So what does this tell you?
Hate is disgusting and offensive. When individuals, regardless of implication, utilize the masculine verbiage along side of the word gay, it immediately offends those who are easily aroused by their own internal anger. Hetero-acceptable people are accepting, and gay or bisexual men are more apt to respond.
I could have been an obese teenager on the brink of suicide from not being accepted by my peers, and a hate message like that from an anonymous person could have set me over the edge. Words can kill, especially the young and impressionable – all things considered. Of course I was never more honored in my life to have had two messages of hate come in my direction, because it meant that while they ultimately read my message and were quick to reply with something to try to hurt me, it made them have to think for a moment about themselves – and apparently they didn’t like what they saw.
And for YOU……Brian in Long Beach – I understand why you don’t like what you see! I will literally cut you a check to go to a salon and get rid of that Three Stooges ” haircut that makes you look like a cheese making monk.
Jake A. Wheat
It seems that when life hands you lemons, you can either make lemonade or you can squeeze them into your eyes until you go blind – either way, I hate lemons. This weekend was a testament to my inability to relax, and to be unable to shut down my very overloaded brain. I was handed dozens of lemons, and didn’t know what the hell to do with them… lemon overload!
Saturday I worked most of the day, and then came home to find my partner waiting for me – his usual bouncy self, while I just wanted to find solace in climbing up top a mountain and sitting in silence letting the breeze surround me in a zen state. Unfortunately, my partner had 600 energy drinks, and was bouncing off the walls – so there is no way I can have any peace or quiet when that happens.
Cut to going out with our friends Mike & Ashley, whom always makes for an entertaining evening. Even though I am low on cash right now *sigh* I still decided it would be nice to go to Chili’s Restaurant and dine out, and we did – the one on Poplar Level Road – which I must say is claustrophobic (it’s a Chili’s Restaurant hit by a shrink ray) and has probably the worst service since Freddy Krueger doubled as that waitress in Nightmare on Elm Street 4. I could have stuffed our waitresses eye sockets with a couple of lemons, and felt better about life – she was a real bitch. Seriously.
None the less, we laughed making our own amusement to the delight of anyone sitting around us, and I couldn’t help but feel a tad high-horsed, after all these days I am trying my DIVA mode on, and it seems to be working for me. Don’t hate, or I will shove a lemon in your eye as well!
After Chili’s we hit this quaint coffee shop that is located right behind the restaurant, and went inside to meet the nicest lady I have ever met. I ordered the hot chocolate, which is made with the finest chocolates – orange – and some kind of meth. Regardless, she placed a sticker of a cow on the top of my cup, and I fell in love with the idea of putting the cow sticker on my head. It was Official, I had became “mooo-s-lem.”
This launched a gallon of religious related cow jokes, including how I study the “cow-balla,” and that I am 2% sure that to be dedicated to the religion you have to be pasteurized, otherwise you will be skimmed over in the afterlife. There were other jokes, but I can’t remember all of them – too intense of a sugar buzz, and I am diabetic.
Sunday was rougher, I decided to pull out some of my older archives of stuff that I had written, and started weaving them into my novel. I got bored with that, paid bills, and then got anxious – I hate paying bills. I hate how everything is overpriced, and I hate that I am not a millionaire.
I then backed up my iTunes, shuffled through some new musicians that I discovered reading a few of my industry magazines, and then I made spaghetti. Realizing my mood swings were on “def-con sixty-one-thousand” today, I noticed that I was out of my medications….. more specifically, I had been out of prozac for a week, and that makes me feel strange and on edge.
I cooked spaghetti, drank an iced mocha (light), and then sat on the couch to watch the new season of Dexter. I totally love the show, but refuse to talk about it because there are too many people I know out there who read my blog that are catching up on the show – and have not seen season five yet. Those people do not have a clue as to what is going on now, and I don’t want to spoil the “on-your-knees” moment that they will receive by the time they get to the end of season four.
I like where season five is going, and I am amazingly interested in how they are going to adapt Dexter’s character to his new situation – indeed, a bumpy fun season.
I also discovered this weekend an artist by the name of Frankmusik that hails from South East London, and fell in love with this cheeky musician who reminds me a lot of Dan Black mixed with Robbie Williams, and a clash more of dance/synth pop. I also did his look, which drives me crazy (see pic to the left) with this kick ass hairstyle, and adorable innocence that well – we all know goes to shit in a dark alley somewhere, sorry but reality sucks – and no one is perfect anymore.
Regardless, Frankmusik is a pretty interesting artist who may not suit everyone, but for me finds a resting place in my iPod for the rest of the week with his album “Complete Me,” upon which I must admit lives up to it’s title. Yes, Frankmusik – you “complete me,” until next week when another musician falls captive into my iPod, and you are either archived in my iTunes library or kept to spend more time in my head for another week. | Are you on my LastFM?
Indeed I am a whore when it comes to music, but don’t tell anyone – it’s a shameful secret that I hide from most people (not). Thank God I have a prozac refill so I can keep all my dirty little secrets under control….. naughty Jake, naughty!
Jake A. Wheat
PS. Speaking of naughty, Frankmusik apparently spanks his monkey on webcams, which is something I ran across while reading up on him on Google. I wish more musicians did [THIS: which is not safe for work, contains nudity] because it simply makes everything …. well….. hotter, does it not?
Americans are afraid of many things…. and there is a market for preying on those fears and making them a reality. Recently, two admirable people that I have come to respect in the paranormal community have come forward with new publications that will allow you to find out more about life, the paranormal, and those things which we may not truly understand.
Michelle Belanger (Paranormal State, Psychic, Vampire, Wonder Woman) will release her new book “The Dictonary of Demons: Names of the Damned” this coming October. I look forward to reading her book for two reasons, both of which I must admit because I find her other books such a fond passion. First and foremost Michelle is down to Earth, honest, and I believe one of the few paranormal celebrities in the spotlight that I respect. Secondly, I can honestly say that she humbles me with an overwhelming amount of drive and talent, which should be celebrated. While her book is on pre-order for me now, I can only suggest that you order your copy in advance as well – because I have followed her hard work making this project become a reality, and I know it will be worth the price of purchase. | Order your copy today!
Ryan Buell, Founder of Paranormal State and the frontman for the popular TV show has released his new book “Paranormal State: My Journey Into The Unknown,” which gives readers a look into the formation of the group, and some of their most sinister cases. In a bold announcement on Twitter recently, Ryan Buell announced his bisexuality – this earns Ryan a giant amount of respect from me. We need more GLBT positive role models these days, and for that simple reason I will be buying his book over the weekend. | Click here to buy his book!
Of course, I can’t go on talking about other people without saying that in 2011 I will be releasing my first full novel (yeah, I have published other short stories but this one is my first full release) so therefore keep an eye out for more details as they come along here!
In the meantime, celebrate the hard work of Ryan & Michelle and get their books! Then, tell me what you think in the comments section below – and watch here for my reviews on both books as I digest them….. I will be reading Ryan’s over the weekend.
So don’t delay friends, face your fears……
Jake A. Wheat
Dear Republican Party…. You created a war, feared a lack of troops, had no exit strategy, and then left the mess to be cleaned up by a Democrat – and so now, instead of practicing the beliefs of our founding fathers, you vote to KEEP DADT and discriminate against the homosexual men and women who serve our Country? Completely OFFENSIVE!
The Gay & Lesbian argument – whether it be hate, rights, or marriage are all issues to keep people busy while the REAL issues are ignored. Society is easily motivated, manipulated, and distracted.
Craig & I have been together for seven years, longer than any marriage by Brittaney Spears, and monogomous. We don’t wear tight shorts, we enjoy four wheeling, and going out to the lake to ride waverunners. We dislike Madonna, and I enjoy rocking out to Rammstein, Type-O-Negative, and even some country music.
We are stereotyped as limp wristed men wearing pink snapping our fingers, and using the word “GURRLLL” in every sentence. The image of the sterotypical gay male, mixed with armed combat does not make sense to those who only see the stereotype – it’s comical, and offensive. All they see are make-up tips, home decor, and dare I say it a stray from the conformity that is required in the Miltary. Uniforms, procedures, and responsibility.
In truth, gay and lesbian men have fought all their lives in one way or another, and have faced more adversity on their homeland than overseas. In some ways, the GLBT community is more prepared for conflict going into the armed forces, because we have developed survival skills starting from the first asshole we met in Elementary school who enjoyed calling us “fags” or “queers.”
Indeed, if anyone knew ME personally – they would know that not only am I gay, love to cook, and enjoy my life with another man – I am not less masculine – I am just more self-aware, because I have had to learn a lot about how to explain myself, and to defend myself growing up – compared to others.
To the prejudiced, or simply misinformed – the last thing I would think about in combat is one of my other soldiers naked. I would be doing the job I was assigned to the best of my ability, and working hard to excel.
If anything, that is one gay characteristic that always shines through – we are perfectionists, we excel, and we fight hard through adversity.
It is time that America, “the land of the FREE”, lost it’s bigotry and actually practiced what it “preaches.”
Well, here is the deal – Gays & Lesbians are fighting for a country that does not support them…. so the country should embrace them. People want to keep “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”, vare part of a majority of people that believe that it does not matter – because it does not, nor will it, become a burden to them. I don’t care about people who are opposed to the issue, because those people who don’t see the argument have a sanitized and puritanical ideology about America as a whole.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” (Except for Homosexuals)
Those that enjoy that freedom should not discriminate against THOSE THAT FIGHT FOR THAT FREEDOM….. and therefore the argument is valid, legitimate, and frankly the right thing to do.
From Wikipedia: “The famous wording of the Declaration has often been invoked to protect the rights of individuals and marginalized groups, and has come to represent for many people a moral standard for which the United States should strive. This view greatly influenced Abraham Lincoln, who considered the Declaration to be the foundation of his political philosophy, and who promoted the idea that the Declaration is a statement of principles through which the United States Constitution should be interpreted.”
The only difference is now, we are no longer preventing equal rights to African Americans, and we have yet to evolve into figuring out that “all people” also includes homosexuals as well.
America should mean freedom for everyone on this soil, unless we change the principles upon which this Country was founded…… however, hypocrisy is America’s favorite play thing.
Spontaneous road trips are the best, and being able to load into a car and take a drive to experience new things has always been one of my small fetishes…..
I received a e-mail from my friend Greg who I met while Producing “Evil Dead: The Musical,” and he told me that he was going to go to Point Pleasant, WV for “The Mothman Festival” and asked me if I wanted to go. I was excited, but even more excited when I found out that I could meet Frank & Laura from “SpookTalkular” - which pretty much closed the deal for me. I have been wanting to meet the both of them for so long, and this was a great way to finally give them some overdue hugs!
I then asked my friend Kim from work if she would join me, and after a small bit of persuasion, I got her to come along! Craig, my partner, also joined in the adventure and on Sunday, September 19th we piled in the car and made a four hour drive to see “The Mothman.”
Our adventure started with meeting Frank & Laura at the State Theater, a old movie house that (while vintage and wonderful inside) smelled like a used jock strap… and believe me, I know what those smell like. Don’t ask how. Anyway, meeting Frank & Laura was so wonderful! First of all both of them have hearts of gold, and are just as nice as can be…. I was disheartened to hear that a certain paranormal pseudo-celebrity was mean to them. I make it a point to stay away from people who let their ego impede basic manners, and while there is nothing wrong with having an ego – there is something wrong with being a bitch. NEXT SLIDE PLEASE.
Frank had to host the speakers, and Laura took us out on the town where we saw “The Mothman Museum,” and the famous “Historic Lowe Hotel” which is supposed to be haunted. We then went to see the “Mothman Statue,” and bought some t-shirts, got a coke, and then met the ACTUAL Mothman….. well, sorta:
Entering “The Mothman Museum” was hilarious, because they truly had a large collection of props from the movie and various other Mothman related items. You name it, and it was in there – including this bizarre film that was playing in the back room. The Documentary was, well, normal to a point – until a farmer came on talking about how cows mysteriously got “drained of their blood,” and then stated that “the cows appeared to be probed, and had radioactivity collected in their anus – but everyone knows that.” I exploded internally with laughter, as the room was full of people who took this seriously.
Radioactive cow anus indeed.
We then went back to the theater to watch a documentary about “The Mothman,” and frankly I thought the movie was entertaining but I was so tired, and the theater was so musk-filled, that I went to sleep…. woke up part of the way through…. and then decided we should all go for pizza. Not just ANY pizza…. “Mothman pizza.” mmk?
The Village Pizza (formerly owned by The Village People….jk) makes what they call “The Mothman Pizza” which is NOT on the menu. You can eat the Mothman …. with his eyes like cherry tomatoes, his wings made of mushrooms, and his legs made of green peppers. His body is made of pepperoni, and frankly I think he should have had a sausage crotch… but it seems that everyone in that town is afraid to give that muscular Mothman a penis.
Indeed we ate two of those pizzas, and it was AMAZING! Mothman pizza rocks! Greg ate enough for 8 people, and I think Frank & Laura sat stunned….. especially when Greg ate the silverware, and then started munching on the table.
Oh, you wanted to see a pic of the PIZZA? Sorry, here it is… hey Frank, NEXT SLIDE! FRANK – I SAID NEXT SLIDE! Sorry, oops – I think I was just possessed by an evil cunt… I must find an ointment to get that cleaned up. **Inside Joke**
We then went back into town and took photos in front of “The Mothman Statue” which was great! I loved the Mothman so much, I had to show my appreciation…. and the Mothman was glad that I came, er, rather… he came… I dunno. Talk about sucking the chrome off of a doorknob.
We then said our goodbyes and traveled on home…. tuckered out and tired, I went to bed dreaming about weird creatures, radioactive anus, and chrome genitals. If you want to see all of the pics from our trip, check out the album below.
One last thing……
“The Mothman” has a great ass.
MORE PHOTOS FROM THE TRIP:
DON’T FORGET TO CHECK OUT SPOOKTALKULAR TO HEAR MORE ABOUT THE MOTHMAN FESTIVAL ON THEIR UPCOMING PODCAST!
Simply put, the Devil is smarter than any bigoted Christian. While I do not claim any specific theology (other than my own personal religious “collection” which stays in my personal bubble and is not broadcast) I have lived the life of a Southern Baptist and I know how hypocrisy breeds hate. I also know how hate manifests, and it’s easy to see that Christians are the weakest in that regard.
As a Southern Baptist I was sent to a Bible Camp where I had my first sexual encounter with a man, who was one of the counselors – and while I found it to be quite innocent and experimental during that time in my youth, today I see it as the token wake up call for what needs to be collectively spoken to the world. Being a bigot and Christian is a oxymoron, and being one harmoniously cancels the other out.
There are true great wonderful people who claim to be Christian, and those people accept others and love unconditionally – this blog post is not intended to offend or scar them. I respect all creatures, unless they get it my way.
For instance, Homosexuality and the whole “sinner” thing – you see the ugliest most demonic people step to the limelight to shout their “Christianity” from the mountaintops when it comes to two men or two women loving each other. Love is the very foundation of the Christian religion, and while the hatred festers inside their “saved” hearts, the mysterious dark ooze penetrates their brains and festers into a boiling puss that spews out vile things to people who are different…. who are not “like them.”
Jesus embraced those who were unique, and did not discriminate against any man nor woman. He taught tolerance, and forgiveness. He taught love, and showed us a way to love one another.
While I embrace more controversial theologies, I can accept the fact that Christians are everywhere, but simply put – to have a “Christian” spout some prejudiced bullshit while claiming they represent Jesus is absolutely absurd. If anything, that is the work of something far more sinister ….. the exact opposite of everything the religion teaches.
So the next time you see a Christian asshole spouting off about hating gay people, look deeper into their hollow eyes – and you will see the influence of darker forces at work, because the only thing a Christian should promote is tolerance, peace, and love.
Jake A. Wheat
I believe I am about ready to delete my Facebook profile, and I think it will be with good reason. For one, I have an email account, and now that I have caught up with my past – I am able to screen those people that I find have matured enough to become people I would want to build friendships with, and the others – well – they have left me either unimpressed, have gone psycho, or are just plain not a match for the level of maturity that I would have hoped they would have obtained.
For instance, I grew up in a small area of Louisville called “Valley Station” which is pretty much dominated by the working class or blue collar workers of the City. As you move further towards the Downtown area, the income and social classes become poorer, and as you move further East the social classes and income levels increase. It’s the simple truth, nothing more and nothing less.
Homophobia is something that I cannot stand, and I have friends on my facebook who post things about “that movie is so gay,” or jabs back and forth about people being “a fucking queer” or taking in in the butt, etc. It’s not exactly what you call intellegent talk, and for the record it frankly annoys me. I guess I should start by saying that for the record, there aren’t too many COMPELTELY straight people left in this world – because what sexuality considers straight, does not fit into the sexual practices of most of the people I know.
People who practice BDSM, or any type of sexual fetish are not “straight” and the objectification of being “heterosexual” is not defined soley by the fact you have one woman and one man, expecially when the man or woman involve other couples or introduce sexual toys into the picture which simulate the same sex organs. Now, I am not saying that if you use a dildo you are gay, I am just saying if you have ever inserted one in your anus, your not straight.
Yes, being gay – or HOMOsexual means you are partnered or have sex with someone of the same sex – but that is all. It does not denote a weakness, insecurity, or perscribe to the stereotype that a gay person is less of a man – or less masculine – than a heterosexual. In fact, I know many gay men who are so fucking athletic that they often confuse heterosexuals (and suspend them in disbelief) when they announce they are indeed gay.
The point I am making is, that ignorance is something that should be overcome – not by education, and not by going out on a big gay float half naked blowing a pride whistle. It should be changed by example, to show that gay people are no different than anyone else.
As for the situation that caused me to explode, all I have to say is – whatever the issue, whatever the offense, the simple fact remains that 1 in 10 people are gay on this planet…. and so however far removed you feel you may be from someone who is gay……. you are simply just oblivious.
Is ignorance bliss? I guess if you want to feel you are safe around your beefed up hetero friends, who are hooking up on Craigslist with other guys for a “blo-n-go” when their girlfriends or wives are away.
~ Jake A. Wheat