Silverfoxesclub-digest
Tuesday, December 19 2000
Volume 01 : Number 081

In this issue:

-Re: Poetry as well...
-Joke
-Not a film review: "The Skulls"
-Powell leading supporter of military ban
-Please, more text (2)

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Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2000 11:53:06 -0800
From: "Ben Boxer"

Subject: Re: Poetry as well...

Dear Peter Penguin,
BRILLIANT! As always, you come through! I will do something special at the Clubhouse with this poem, Tex. I'll let you know when I do. I like it because it captures the essence of the eternal dilemma among foxhunters: "How do I explain to the world my love for an older man? I mean OLDER!"

You have given us an answer here, Texican Penguino! And the answer is: There IS no answer. The world will always misunderstand.

Let them. Let them wonder and ponder and shrug it away as just another nutty queer aberration. Heehee! Let them NOT get it. Let's keep it OUR secret.

I giggle thinking of a brief scene in the current gay series on Showtime called "Queer As Folk" (which my partner and I like a lot). There is a 17-year-old boy madly in love with another character named Brian. The kid takes a teenage girl-buddy from school to meet Brian at Babylon, the gay club where this whole gaggle of gay characters, all friends, hang out. The girl, a straight, is standing with the boy when he points out the object of his affection. "That's Brian," the kid crows proudly. The girl's mouth falls agape in an expression of stark disbelief. "But he's so OLD!" she says.

HAHAHAHA! Brian is 28!

If they don't understand even THAT little age difference, Penguin Pete, how could they EVER understand a gap of 30, 40, 50 years?

All that matters is that we, your fellow foxhunters and silverfoxes, know what the fuck is going on!

Ben
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Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2000 17:22:16 EST
From: GBMima@cs.com

Subject: Joke

This has been around before but thought some of you may not have seen it as it is on its way around again?

A guy decides that maybe he'd like to have a pet and goes to a pet shop. After looking around he spots a parrot sitting on a little perch. It doesn't have any feet or legs. The guy says out loud, "Gee, I wonder what happened to this parrot?" "I was born this way," says the parrot. "I'm a defective parrot." "Ha, ha," the guy laughs. "It sounded like this parrot actually understood what I said and answered me." "I understood every word," says the parrot. "I am a highly intelligent, thoroughly educated bird."

"Yeah?" the guy asks. "Then answer this: how do you hang onto your perch without any feet?" "Well," the parrot says, "this is a little embarrassing, but since you asked I'll tell you. I wrap my little parrot penis around this wooden bar, kind of like a little hook. You can't see it cause of my feathers." "Wow," says the guy, "you really can understand and answer, can't you?" "Of course. I speak both Spanish and English. I can converse with reasonable competence on almost any subject: politics, religion, sports, physics, philosophy and I am especially good at ornithology. You ought to buy me. I am a great companion," The guy looks at the $200 price tag. He says. "I can't afford that."

"Pssst," the parrot hisses, motioning the guy over with one wing. "Nobody wants me cause I don't have any feet. You can get me for $20 just make an offer." The guy offers 20 dollars and walks out with the parrot. Weeks go by. The parrot is sensational. He's funny, he's interesting, he's a great pal, he understands everything, sympathizes, gives good advice. The guy is delighted. One day the guy comes home from work and the parrot says, "Pssst," and motions him over with one wing. The guy goes up close to the cage. "I don't know if I should tell you this or not," says the parrot, "but it's about your wife and the mailman." "What?" says the guy. "Well," the parrot says, "when the mailman came to the door today your wife greeted him in a sheer nightgown and kissed him on the mouth."

"What happened then?" asks the guy. "Then the mailman came into the house and lifted up the nightgown and began petting her all over," reports the parrot. "My God!!" the guy says. "Then what?" "Then he lifted up the nightgown, got down on his knees and began to lick her body, starting with her breasts slowly going down and down," The parrot pauses for a long time...

"What happened? What happened?" says the frantic guy. "I don't know," says the Parrot, "I got a hard-on and I fell off my perch.
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Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2000 01:05:14 -0800
From: "Ben Boxer"

Subject: Not a film review: "The Skulls"

Ben Boxer notes: I saw the movie "The Skulls" last week. I am not reviewing it here, but it's got cute guys, older and younger, looking at all of whom I enjoyed. Then, today, I read an article in the BBC News which raised my mental antennae and set me to checking things out on the Web, where I found a related item of interest. Excerpts from both are below. The movie "Skulls" -- a work of fiction -- is a thriller. Some reviews panned it (like a reference below), but others loved it. You may want to see it and decide for yourself.

Headline:
Not a film review: "The Skulls"

Text:
1) (Per a review site of "The Skulls":) The Order of the Skull and Bones is a secret society founded at Yale University in the early 1800's. Legend has it that only 15 students per year are plucked from the top ranks of the junior class to spend their senior years as members of this elite cadre. There are arcane rites of initiation, codes of eternal silence, and networking possibilities that all but ensure success in life beyond graduation. Several U.S. presidents have passed through the ivy-covered walls of the society's inner sanctum, including George Herbert Walker Bush - a fact that has not gone unnoticed by conspiracy-minded types, who pinpoint the Skull and Bones as the birthplace of everything from the CIA to the New World Order. In short, it's a milieu long overdue for exploitation by the movies, one jam-packed with dastardly possibilities - obscene wealth, limitless power, cloak-and-dagger intrigue. Which makes it all the more disappointing that "The Skulls" turns out to be such a mediocre, listless effort.

2) (Per BBC News:) Due to his father's position, George W Bush's early years were often open to public scrutiny. His time at Yale University is said to have been dominated by drinking and partying with other members of the Skull and Bones fraternity. After graduation, George W Bush joined the Texas national guard as a pilot - despite a poor test grade and a long waiting list - prompting recent allegations that his family pulled strings to keep him out of Vietnam. He has characterised these years as aimless. "When I was young and irresponsible, I was young and irresponsible," he once said....But in 1986 Mr Bush appeared to go through a religious awakening at the time of his 40th birthday. Waking with a hangover, he decided to quit drinking, found God and transformed himself into a man seeking high office.

(Ben Boxer adds this note: One of the most fascinating facts I have run across lately in my research on the President-elect is that he has been out of the country only three times -- and NEVER to Europe. Hard for me to fathom as I have spent my life going back and forth to the British Isles and Europe from wherever I was in the world. It was oftentimes a financial struggle to do so. I must admit that it boggles my mind that G.W. -- a rich, well-connected Ivy Leaguer -- never undertook such a journey, given that I ran into Elys everywhere I turned in the boulevards and byways of the Continent and the U.K. as though it were a requirement for graduating from Yale, which it wasn't, except socially. Well, he will now have the chance when representing us abroad, and the lucky guy will see it from the top. I'll never forget the moment when I stood among a group of reporters and photographers at the foot of the Grand Staircase at the Elysees Palace in Paris when First Lady Jackie Kennedy floated down on the arm of French President Charles de Gaulle, speaking French with grace and charm and smiling at us underlings as if she were glad we were there to appreciate her performance. What a classy lady! I was so proud at that moment to be an American. Let us hope that George Bush supplies me with a moment in the next four years when I and all gay people can look with the same favor at him, although I doubt that moment will be in French.)
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Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2000 00:37:35 -0800
From: "Ben Boxer"

Subject: Powell leading supporter of military ban

Ben Boxer calls your attention to the quotation from Colin Powell in the article below defining his outlook on homosexuality. Judge for yourself.

Headline:
Powell leading supporter of military ban
(The Advocate, 12/18/00)

Text:
Retired general Colin Powell, chosen by president-elect George W. Bush Saturday to be his secretary of state, was a leading opponent of efforts in 1993 to lift the ban on gays in the military. As head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff during the debate on gays in the military, Powell opposed any effort to end the ban and took a high-profile stance against President Clinton's campaign promise to allow gays to serve openly in the military. While publicly denying that he threatened to resign if Clinton lifted the ban, Powell advised cadets at the U.S. Naval Academy to resign in protest if the ban were lifted. As an African-American, Powell was also instrumental in countering arguments that the ban on gay personnel was prejudicial. Powell denied that the ban was comparable to the military's segregation of black personnel prior to 1948. "Skin color is a benign, nonbehavioral characteristic," Powell said in a 1992 letter to then-representative Pat Schroeder. "Sexual orientation is perhaps the most profound of human behavioral characteristics." Since leaving the military in 1993, Powell has concentrated on America First, a group to promote volunteerism.
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Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2000 05:10:32 -0500 (EST)
From: Robert Feinstein

Subject: Please, more text

Hi, guys. Many new people are introducing themselves, but you are just sending pictures. Could you write a bit about yourselves, age, interests, and what you look like, as I can't see the pictures, and Harley, my guide dog, won't describe them, because he says it's not part of his job description. Even the dogs are forming unions these days! So please, could you guys put in a bit more text?

Hugs,
Bob and Harley
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Date: Tue, 19 Dec 2000 05:46:07 -0800
From: "Ben Boxer"

Subject: Re: Please, more text

Ben Boxer seconds the motion:

Introducing yourself on the list with a picture is great, but adding a little something about yourself sweetens the pot. If you saw MY pot, you'd know how sweet that can be! Also, if you have a List Profile online, why not tell everybody about it -- like "Look for me in the Maryland profiles."

Hey, Bob, you don't fool me! Some of us get off on pictures, but because you can't see pix, I suspect a few choice words can send your fingers tripping down the path to Dick City! Isn't that true?

As for Harley, we all know he can see the pix. When you hear that strange lapping sound while they are on the screen, Bob, do you REALLY think that's just ol' Harley giving himself a bath? HA HA!

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