I’m currently working on a story regarding gay and lesbian people in the military.  If you are a gay or lesbian person currently serving in the U.S. Military under the Don’t Ask Don’t Tell (”DADT”) policy, I would love to talk with you.  I can be contacted using the contact form on this site or by a friend request on yahoo- user id is jaysaysdotcom.  Please state in your message that you are contacting me regarding DADT.

I’m also interested in speaking with heterosexuals in the U.S. military regarding their opinions and views of DADT.  Should you choose, your personal information will remain completely confidential.

On another note, I also encourage you to report LGBT discrimination to jaysays.com and let me investigate the claims and demand answers.

As a blogger, I use Goggle AdSense to help offset the costs of web-hosting and my time (granted I make about a penny per hour using this route).  AdSense allows you to use competitive ad filtering so competitor’s ads do not show up on your website; however, I often find myself playing a game of chase to keep ads from companies and programs that discriminate against LGBT people from appearing on jaysays.com.

I recently noticed that ads for the Yes on 8 campaign from the Protect Family people were showing up on my website as well as some for “conversion therapy”.  I was mortified and immediately ran over to google to filter their ads from appearing here.  The rat race continues.  Since I’m normally accessing my site’s back-end and rarely pay much attention to the ads being displayed, its possible ads I don’t want to appear will appear - or do I want them to appear after all?

I found a way which we, the LGBT community can hit the companies in their wallets by making them pay us, the gay bloggers, and google.  Most ads are pay for impression or pay per click type ads.  Therefore, I decided we as a community should actively seek out these ads online, particularly ads placed on LGBT friendly websites that are from discriminatory companies and get click happy with them.  Each time an LGBT person clicks on these ads, the advertiser has to pay for that click - in same cases I get $0.36 for a click - Google takes a portion too.  The click thus costs at least $0.36.  Now imagine we get click happy… click click click 100, 200, 300 times amongst many many people - we could cost them a small fortune.  It costs us a little time, but we take from their advertising budget and give the money to those people they are preaching against (LGBT bloggers).  We can clean up their “blood money”.

Please note, I request that you do not do this on jaysays.com as actively requesting people to click on your ads is a violation of the terms of service of Google AdSense.  Please only do this on other sites or from google searches which produce ads for these companies and organizations.

National Coming Out Day occurred this year on October 11, 2008.   I can’t say that I actively participated this year as I was uncertain to whom I should come out.  Should I randomly pick a stranger who may not know that I, Jay, of ejOculation.com and jaysays.com fame is a homosexual?  Should I go to a local Republican rally wearing a sequenced Gaultier evening gown?  What is it that those of us who are already out of the closet (completely) do in celebration of National Coming Out Day?

Well, I supposed I should have read the wiki which clearly instructs those of us old enough to have been there, done that by stating, “It is highly encouraged for participants on this day to wear gay pride symbols, such as the pink triangle (gay men), the black triangle (gay females), the Greek letter lambda, and rainbows in jewelry and on clothing.”  Bummer.  Now, I must pay pentince to the Gay Gods and Goddesses and those that died in their struggle for equal rights.  But how do I do this?  I’ve pondered about this for some time, and, as does often happen, the answer was delivered to me.

This morning, I received a telephone call from my brother (the biker one, not the redneck one).  He advised me that his ex-girlfriend’s son has “come out” and that the ex-girlfriend isn’t sure what to expect, how to handle things, etc. And that I should be expecting a call from her.  Well, I received a voice message shortly thereafter regarding same:

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Me, being the most qualified person I know to handle such sensitive issues immediately forwarded an email to the brother to share with the ex-girlfriend (who, by the way, is still a friend of the family).  The email stated:

Perhaps [girlfriend's name] will find some solace in the attached photograph of what to expect as her homo-son grows into a beautiful young man.

I went on to explain that she should forward the photograph to the boy’s father, a redneck, and let him know that his son is just like any other person - fucked up in the head and needing a little love.

My community service to the community that has always been there for me (until I got fat anyway) having been completed, I bathed for a while in the glow of helping others…

Then, the call came in… apparently, my words of inspiration were lost on the mother.  She freaked out totally and said she would brillo pad her son should he ever wear make-up.  She then requested to know what shade of lipstick I was wearing as she thought it would look great on herself.

Back to the drawing board.

This is the introduction to my book project, You’d Be Fat Too.  I share the introduction in an effort to gain interest as I prepare to complete the project and publish my first novel.  This is a “Coming of Age” tale about my life, generally.  It is a work in progress just like my life.  Cross posted from our child site at ejOculation.com .

I am a happy person. I’m a happy person because I eat. I eat to remain a happy person; it’s that simple. As a man, stereotypically, vanity would not be an issue. As a homosexual man, vanity defines me – vanity and food that is. Ordinarily, I would avoid a full length mirror, but sometimes curiosity gets the best of me. I remember myself as a young, attractive, slender man with varying body fat of 6 to 10 percent. I enjoy holding onto that memory of me in spite of the truths revealed in the full length mirror. Unlike Alice, I do not see the White Rabbit or the Cheshire Cat when I gaze into the looking glass. I see fat… fat in places I didn’t know could be fat, like my arm pit… how did I get fat there? One stumble in front of the full length mirror led me to the discovery that I do still have a penis, in spite of having not seen it in a very long time… not by looking down at it anyway. It’s certain that my penis has not gotten fat along with me. If only one could gain weight in their penis first, instead of their gut, then every man would be fat and every woman would be force feeding him.  (more…)