Morning Edition - 11/7/05

Don’t Be A Chicken
With each adult American consuming close to 90 pounds of chicken per year, it stands to reason that the poultry industry is terrified now that the Avian flu – presently in Europe and Asia – is threatening the US mainland. As of October, close to 122 folks have died of the Avian flu. To date no US cases have been reported and since the disease has not mutated, it cannot be passed from human-to-human. The Avian flu scare may reduce chicken consumption in the US by up to 40% this year.

What A Drag
Los Angeles is instituting a new ad campaign to combat smoking in the gay community. The new ads, titled “The Last Drag,” will target the gay and lesbian community. Research has shown that the gay and lesbian community are more than twice as likely, than their straight counterparts, to smoke. The ads will be posted in bars and clubs – presently known to be the first place gays are introduced to smoking.

If You Say My Eyes Are Beautiful
“If you say, my eyes, my eyes are beautiful; it’s because they’re looking at you.” Such is the case with my new-found love connection “T” aka Jim. That’s right, T and I connected this weekend and spent a whirl-wind romantic three days getting to know each other – yeah, even in the biblical sense. The amazing connection, incredible conversation and passionate lovemaking appear to be the beginning of a burgeoning love story we both hope will flourish into a long-term affair. When I picked up T on Friday, we both laughed at the fact that we were wearing matching jeans, long-sleeve white t-shirts and red leisure jackets. I jumped out of my car and we both turned around and mimicked mirror images with each other before giving Penn Station an eerie sense that twins were engaging in a taboo-esque embrace. The weekend even took a positive, but odd turn, when we decided to hit the pews of Salem Pentecostal Church Sunday morning to worship together – hey, we figure a couple that worships together, uh… at least has the same point of reference when calling out the mighty name of Jesus later in the evening. As we commuted into work together this morning we longingly stared at each other, our bodies pressed together in the crowded subway car. We snuck a few love-lorn kisses between train jerks and women on the train didn’t know whether to turn in shock or press their knees together at the bold display of brotherly love. T and I are attempting to hold out until Wednesday night to reconnect, but judging by the two phone calls I’ve received from him since our separation at 9 a.m., the prospect of waiting 48 hours doesn’t look promising.

On Blast
One of the astounding things between T and I is how similar we are to each other. We are amazed at how our sense of style, body types, complexion and sense of humor are virtual duplicates of the others’. What quality do you have that you would find overwhelmingly attractive in someone you date?

Keep passin’ the open windows…