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The raison d'etre of Sonnetblog is slight.
As stated, it's but an attempt to wield
Creative urge by taking pains to write
A weblog that to sonnet form must yield.
If one day this site's volume has revealed
The need, the author will at last index
The contents. 'Cept for that you should be steeled
For spartan ambience. Just watch me flex
For all to see my pigeon mental pecs.
Yet rest assured, developers, that yes,
The XHTML's not so complex
But fully hews to standard CSS.
The Sonnetblog's an offshoot of 'Bred Crumbs.
And natch, its update power from Blogger comes.
— August 15, 2002

03.12.03   [Fraternity Life]

What I so gladly shunned in college now
Is splayed before me on the TV screen.
See! eager freshmen rush to disavow
Their dignity! And See! their prestige lean
On sanctioned bullies who think being mean
Is key to forming lifelong friendship ties!
See! all these fratboys vent their macho spleen,
Pride bruised by half-imagined slights and lies!
See! young pigs wallow drunken in their sties!
See! pledges who submit to dues-paid sirs!
And hope to See! athletic shirtless guys
Through all the drama, bleeps and logo blurs!
And See! them cover any queerish trace
Beneath the veil of "brotherly" embrace!

03.09.03   [Delayed Adolescent Stress Syndrome]

Though high school is renowned for self-worth stress,
Back then I had no interest in the game
Of popularity. I felt no less
Than those who pined or vied for social fame.
So isn't this more than a little lame:
My absence from a list of top gay blogs
Perturbed me for a moment just the same.
'The hell? When did I join the ego trogs?
What is this sense of slight that madly dogs
My status oh so quo? What do I care?
In fact, lots of the cited homo logs
Aren't on my surf list, so why should I share
Their perch? And yet this pride-of-Web parade
Nags me to ask: why don't I make the grade?
Am I too dull? Is there too little fluff?
Too sometimes serious, too random or
Unfocused? Or — am I not gay enough?
What would I do to open up the door
To mo' 'mo blog acclaim and praise galore?
Do I pretend as if I ever gave
A shit for divas, show tunes, or decor?
Is my dance card too light? Can I behave
As if I'm cuter, farther from the grave?
How can I wax more stereotypically?
It's dumb and damaging for me to crave
Those characters and journeys. I should be
Just happy that I've ever been to me.
(That ref should boost my cred for gay-ity.)

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