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Another great reason to love those Aussie (military) Bums!

Dear Tiffany,

I hope you are enjoying your break from blogging while your sister is in town. I am still recovering from my cold and a bit upset that I was unable to do the Witt case proper justice in my NyQuil-induced state. I’m drowning in a sea of tissue over here!

But, speaking of the Witt case, I came across a another military news story originating from the land of rippling pecks and thighs that we must discuss. That’s right, more news on Australia! Tiffany, if these two Aussie bums

were not reason enough to make you love Australia (and yes, oh yes they are!), I can now offer you one more delicious reason to love all things Aussie!

If you’re looking for something a bit more meaningful than firm thighs and pecks to make your Aussie romance complete, here is a story (receiving very little press I might add) that will make you take notice. As of yesterday, Australia offers equal rights to all sexual minorities wishing to serve in their military. While we in America grapple with the ‘Tacoma lesbian’s’ right to serve her country in the military, Australia has officially lifted its ban on Transgendered troops. This is the final barrier to admitting all sexual minorities into the Australian military, according to this Edge story. Other countries with Transgendered troops are: Canada, Israel, Czech Republic, Spain and Thailand.

Although I would love to toast a pint of Foster’s to the Aussie’s for this amazing step forward in human rights, it’s only 10:45 in the morning where I am. So, I guess my next round of NyQuil taken with an Australian toaster biscuit (they’re much softer than those haaaaard English things, you know) will have to suffice.


ps – I just realized this Tiffany, but with a name like ‘Tad’, imagine how delicious that would sound coming out of the mouth of an Aussie?



Kylie’s Latest Adventures into the Land of Hotpants and Lycra


Very cogent remarks earlier on race relations in America. We must discuss this further.

That said, it was not my intention to write a blog post today, and it most certainly was not my intention to write anything else relating to Australia for quite a long time. But, as it turns out, doing so is unavoidable. When I logged into my Youtube account this morning, the new Kylie Minogue video had been freshly uploaded and was ready for my viewing pleasure. For those who are not aware, Kylie is from Australia.

Don’t get me wrong, even though I have already referred to Ms. Minogue as ‘sloppy seconds’ in the diva department, I still enjoy spinning a Kylie track now and then. And, all told, her new single ‘Get Outta My Way’ isn’t all that bad. Sure, there is nothing particularly groundbreaking about the track, but it’s got a lot of pew! pew! noises and a pulsing beat. It amuses me. But, I must confess that after watching the video, I decided that it was so mind-numbingly terrible that I had to add my commentary complete with visual aides. In fact, let’s let the visuals do most of the talking, shall we?

The video opens to the following visual: it reminds me of disturbing combination of Tron and Cocoon . I am not impressed.

A few seconds into the video, we are treated to hint of male dancers in the background as Kyle dramatically remains in the fetal position . For a brief moment, tension amongst the viewer rises. This seems like a promising turn for the better.

Sadly, the video quickly transitions back to Kylie wriggling and writhing on the floor with bad hair and a tacky outfit. Consider the next visual to encompass approximately 75% of the video.

After the viewer is treated to a few more seconds of Kylie playing on the floor, we then transition to a second shot of the male dancers. Tiffany, it’s not a pretty one. What is sexy about this? What the hell are they even wearing?

If that were not bad enough, here is the final confirmation that the male component of this video is completely impotence-inducing. Enough said.

Now that all sexual energy has been sucked out of this video, enter Kylie’s first outfit change. It’s a tragic number that looks like someone took the fabric off a Victorian four-poster bed and turned it into a dress. It’s simply hideous. And, can someone please tell me what is going on with that Wolverine-esque piece of flare she is wearing on her right-hand? Who is responsible for thinking that giving Kylie a dewclaw would be sexy? It’s nasty. I would rather she be wearing Aretha Franklin’s inauguration hat. Seriously.

Next, we chair dance!

A better shot of her nasty gold dress and her beer-bellied dancers.

Another outfit change. I actually like this one. Those boots are pretty amazing, and the camera makes sure to capitalize on the gratuitous crotch shot potential this outfit offers.

The obligatory ‘diva in high heals’ shot.

I’m not sure who is responsible for choreographing the following shot, but there is so much wrong with it that I don’t know where to begin. You would think a bunch of men in skimpy outfits would have the potential to be sexy, but this is repulsive on a number of levels. The problem with being a gay icon is that sometimes you run the risk of becoming a parody of yourself. I think this image is an example of what not to do if you don’t want to fall into the parody trap. Kylie, you should know better.


And we end where we began: more floor-play.

Just in case you missed my earlier link, click here for another link to the new Kylie video.


Australia!, Part 2


I have been thinking a lot about Australia today (as you might imagine) and it occurred to me that there are a few things about the Land Down Under I failed to mention in my previous post that I would like to mention now. Consider this post a random collection of the bullshit that runs through my brain.

To begin, I would like to talk about the restaurant chain Outback Steak House. I have a problem with the Outback. First, you and I both know that good food is typically not found in the strip mall complexes this great nation of ours is (horrifyingly) well known for. The homogeneous American suburb that Los Angeles has exported to the rest of the country is not the cradle of culture many would have you believe. And, it is in this setting that Outback Steak Houses are typically found. Have you ever found authentic international cuisine in a strip mall? Unless you consider the Olive Garden Italian food, of course you haven’t. I rest my case. But, while I am at it, can someone please explain to me the appeal of the Outback’s ‘Bloomin’ Onion’? Is one compelled to go the Outback to consume one of these monstrosities? They look nasty, Tiffany. In fact, I would almost rather put a human foot in my mouth.

But I digress…

Next, I want to talk about Australia’s money because it is so much cooler than ours. Have you seen all the vibrant colors their bills come in? Even better, some of their bills have a picture of good old Queen Beth Bess wearing her crown and gaudy jewels. Call their nod to the Queen one of the last standing vestiges of Empire, but I call it fabulous. Look at it this way: compare their bills to what we have. We have boring green bills will stuffy old white men on them. Who the hell cares about that? I’ll take colorful bills and an old queen any day over some stuffy white guys.

Tiffany, here is a random Tad ‘fun fact’. I’ve never had a Foster’s beer. I’m told they are not that great, but being the big beer fan that I am (currently sipping a delicious Pale Ale, I might add) you would think that a guy like me would have sampled a Foster’s. I have not. We should head to the pub and resolve this beer emergency as soon as possible.

Lastly, I have a problem with Americans who try to say ‘throw another shrimp on the barbie’ in an Aussie accent. Who the hell started saying that? Why did they think that was a good idea? It’s a question for the ages, isn’t it, Tiffany?

I think that sums up the remainder of my random thoughts about Australia. My partner is telling me there is a cool science show on that I should watch. Apparently it depicts Sydney being destroyed by a meteor shower. I’m not sure I am willing to watch my Aussie Bum fantasy destroyed by a bunch of rocks hurtling down at the city from space. I’ll let you know if I decide to watch it.





Have I ever told you about my fascination with Australia? I am in love with the Land Down Under. First, let’s get out all the shallow details: I have this fantasy that every man strolling along the beaches of Sydney will look like they just walked off the set of an Aussie Bum photo shoot: waves crashing in the background as they show off their rippling thighs and abs. Then, one of them will approach me and start speaking to me in that delicious accent of theirs. He will say many words to me with ‘a’ sounds in them because I am particularity fond of the way the Aussies pronounce the letter ‘a’. He will let me touch his rippling thighs and abs. Then we’ll stroll along the beach together, wind in our hair, our coppertone tans the envy of the crowd.  Well, at this point, you can probably guess where this fantasy will end up: that’s right, it proudly goes straight into the gutter.

But, Aussie Bum fantasy aside, my romance with this country started at a very early age; mostly in a musical sort of way. Before I even knew the significance of the words ‘Diva’, ‘Gay’ or ‘Icon’, I developed quite a thing for Ms. Olivia Newton John. That should have been one of many clues to myself (and to my parents) that I wasn’t going to turn out like most other boys. But shockingly, it was not. I had many of her 45s, and when she would sing ‘let me hear your body talk’ I would swing my hips around and make ’em talk! In fact, I was so in love with Ms. Newton John that my sister and I had dance contests to her songs. Actually, we were trying to create our own music videos, but that level of sophistication was beyond us. That said, I do remember putting on quite a show to ‘Landslide‘ and ‘Physical‘. My moves were fierce; I channeled the power of the Solid Gold dancers and I was unstoppable. Of course, being the older sibling, my sister pretended to not be impressed, but I really know it was just jealousy.

A couple years after my love affair with Olivia Newton John had ended, Australia re-entered my life in an unexpected way. In the early 80s, Duran Duran released an album titled ‘Seven and the Ragged Tiger’. It was the last record the original fab-five would record together until 2004. Now, the Duran boys are British as you know, Tiffany. But, this record, which features my all-time favorite Duran Duran song, ‘The Reflex‘ was recorded in Sydney. This, after the band had scrapped other songs from recording sessions in various locations around the world. The poor sods, paid by a record company to tour the world eating caviar and drinking champagne and they couldn’t even finish the record.  In fact, ‘Seven and the Ragged Tiger’ is the ultimate symbol of 80s excesses, sex, drugs and fame. It cost millions of dollars to make, but launched Duran Duran’s already soaring career into the stratosphere securing their position as the number one heart throbs for young girls and gay boys everywhere.

Tiffany, do you remember the Australian band Midnight Oil? They were all about burning beds, saying fair is fair and paying rent. I had a brief love affair with them in the late 80s. Somehow they just seemed so cool to me. While everyone else was listening to REM and the B-52s, I was listening to Midnight Oil and thinking I was somehow more deep, sophisticated and special than the REM crowd. Of course, it didn’t hurt that my best friend at the time really loved REM, so I pretty much had to be different.  Besides, they were so much better than that other Aussie band, Men at Work. I mean, even my parents liked Men at Work and when your parents start liking a band, you know things are seriously, seriously wrong.

The music of Australia has struck me again, quite recently. I have been listening to an electro-pop band from Melbourne called Parralox quite a bit lately. Parralox just released a new song called Supermagic which is pretty cool. Warning: there is a gratuitous foot shot at the end of the video (I am not much of a feet person.  The thought of a person putting a foot in their mouth makes me throw up in my mouth a little), but beyond that, it is a great disco track with a pulsing bass line – how could a good gay guy not like that? Besides, I like lead singer Amii’s style and it’s pretty clear that she has taken Olivia’s place on the throne as my new Australian diva – eat your heart out Kylie Minogue, you’ll always be sloppy seconds in my eyes!

Lastly, on a political note, I noticed today that Tasmania is now recognizing same-sex marriage. It’s great to see Australia on the forefront of the gay rights movement. Will I ever get to Australia to celebrate this victory and hear them say lots of ‘a’ words? I don’t know, but I certainly wouldn’t mind trying.