(Not Your) Typical Gay Man

Call me a fag and I'll call you a stain on the concrete.

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Hi, my name is Jon. I live in the middle of Illinois and work a third shift job, that, unlike most other people in the world, I love. However, due to this, my personal life is somewhat limited. But, you have to make some sacrifices in this life. In my blog, I'll explain a lot more about who I am and what I'm about and why I'm not your Typical Gay Man.

Monday, October 10, 2005

I'll need a hand to hold

So, last night at work, I was online and noticed that the MSNBC website was showing movie trailers after I'd been away from the computer for about half an hour. I decided to check out all of the trailers and ran into the one for Brokeback Mountain. I'd heard of the movie already and thought it sounded interesting, so I'd already made plans to go see it. After seeing the trailer, I'm going to have to change my course of actions.

I'm gonna need someone to go in on this one with me. I can't take a date, and I can't take another guy, no matter what. I'm thinking I'm gonna have to tap Jules to go with me because (this is so embarassing to write, but I may as well) after watching the trailer, I JUST KNOW I'm gonna end up shedding more than a few tears. I'm hoping this is going to be the kind of movie I've been hoping to see for a long time. I have to wait two months, but damn, I'll go through hell and back if I have to to go see this.

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