Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Dear Sir, Ummm--No
This kid's fine. Someone out there isn't.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Fwd: We're coming to get you!
---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Brian Ellner
Date: Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Subject: We're coming to get you!
To: Teddy Douglas
Dear Teddy,
From: Brian Ellner
Date: Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Subject: We're coming to get you!
To: Teddy Douglas
Dear Teddy,
I am a New Yorker. And I believe New York should be leading the
nation on equality. It's an embarrassment that five other states and
the District of Columbia have embraced marriage equality before New
York.
That's why I'm so excited to share with you the news that I've joined
the Human Rights Campaign to lead its Campaign for New York Marriage.
The goal of our Campaign is simple: to elect state lawmakers who support marriage equality and to oust those who voted against it. We
plan on winning – but we need your help, right now, to fuel our campaign.
Please support the Campaign for New York Marriage. We'll use every single dollar in the New York fight for equality, beginning with Senate primary races happening right now.
Donate today: www.hrc.org/nymarriage
It's simple math. We now need 6 more votes in the State Senate. This fall, with your help, we can make that happen. A warning to New York
State Senators who voted against marriage equality: we're coming to get you. And if you support equality, we will support you.
Your support is urgent. The Senate primaries are in full swing between now and September and the general election is in November.
Your support is critical. Our success will come down to how much money we can raise and spend in these races, many of which are against anti-equality incumbents with deep pockets.
One-hundred percent of your contribution goes to ensuring that we
have the votes to pass marriage equality: www.hrc.org/nymarriage
When you donate, you're ensuring that we have the resources to elect candidates who support equality and defeat candidates who don't.
Best,
Brian
PS Check out the New York Times article about the Campaign, and a huge thank you to everyone for your personal support.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
The iPhone Vs. Android App Store War
I never met anyone with 250,000 apps on their iPhone. And when you realize that the App Store's app count includes:
Microsoft just announced it is offering incentives to woo developers to Windows Phone 7.
Microsoft, do yourself a favor and make fun of Apple for its giant, unwieldy app store instead of trying to catch up. It's an opportunity to change the dialog about apps from quantity to quality.
Build a couple of really good apps and show people that Windows Phone 7 doesn't stress you out with an overload of junk apps like Apple.
- 741 flashlight apps that do the same thing
- 1915 battery meter apps that replicate the functionality of the little battery icon Apple was kind enough to place in the top right corner of your screen
- 910 mirror apps that don't do much more than the front-facing camera or the glass back of the iPhone body
Microsoft just announced it is offering incentives to woo developers to Windows Phone 7.
Microsoft, do yourself a favor and make fun of Apple for its giant, unwieldy app store instead of trying to catch up. It's an opportunity to change the dialog about apps from quantity to quality.
Build a couple of really good apps and show people that Windows Phone 7 doesn't stress you out with an overload of junk apps like Apple.
Monday, July 05, 2010
Annnd that's thaa way it is. (Pride Edition)
My life has 2 parts. The first 25 years are heretofore to be referred to as BiP (before iPhone); the current era, begun about a week and a half ago, is dated AiP.
Of course, as I approach my 26th birthday this rebirth in the era of Anno iPhoni gives me the ability to tell people I'm much younger. I'm 2 weeks old, AiP.
But more to the point, it is a life altering device. People with iPhones have more sex, too. It's a fact.
To rewind, Pride was a total bust. Well, not total. I still had fun. I missed the parade. But not without good cause. After staying up Saturday night partying with the most beautiful people and having so much fun, I'm sure I could be forgiven for waking up late on Sunday. After 20 minutes of hula hooping (my latest fitness craze), I rushed to the city, dumped my stuff at my hotel, and raced after the parade barefoot, flipflops in hand. I never caught it; just ended up amongst the massive post-parade throngs in the Village.
I frantically called and texted all my friends at the parade, but no one was up for a post-parandial outing. Each one said he had been drained by the hot sun and was eager to go home and rest. I, having woken up as late as I did, was full of energy.
The iPhone with its Google Maps saved me from getting lost in the Village, Facebook for iPhone helped me update friends on my whereabouts and see who's up for a party. Eventually I made contact with a cute friend who also had missed the parade, due to work. We went club hopping and wound up back at the hotel with a third for what amounted to a brief nap before getting up for work Tuesday morning.
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Then Thursday was Splash, met up with Nate and his boyfriend Kyle. I love these guys. I went to see their new Manhattan apartment and crashed there snuggled between them. There's no feeling like it. Sometimes I think instead of searching for a boyfriend, I should be searching for a couple. Or maybe I found one.
--
Friday hung out with some frat boys. One was a techie who introduced me to the world of Aeon Flux, a dystopian superhero with a Kenny complex. The two drank beer while I drank water (less calories) and then they pulled off my pants and sucked me.
--
Saturday night, went out to Rush and after dancing ended up going with him back to the Columbia dorms, where we spent several delicious hours before waking up early so he could go meet some friends in the Hamptons for Independence Day celebrations.
The gym was closed for the holiday, so I just laid out in the quad and soaked up some rays. It was peaceful. And hot. Like 97 degrees all day. I ripped the legs off my jeans before going back out to watch the fireworks.
After the fireworks show, we tried going for ice cream but wouldn't wait on the long lines that formed at the ice cream parlors near the pier as thousands of overheated fireworks-watchers swarmed the city after the show.
So we went to Therapy for drinks. A good time was had by all, but the guys bailed early, leaving me with too much time on my hands. I walked around a bit and eventually made my way back home. Oh,, one of the guys I was with at the fireworks was the "date" guy from the other time. I still have a big crush on him, but he seemed to be in "just friends" mode. Hmm.
Of course, as I approach my 26th birthday this rebirth in the era of Anno iPhoni gives me the ability to tell people I'm much younger. I'm 2 weeks old, AiP.
But more to the point, it is a life altering device. People with iPhones have more sex, too. It's a fact.
To rewind, Pride was a total bust. Well, not total. I still had fun. I missed the parade. But not without good cause. After staying up Saturday night partying with the most beautiful people and having so much fun, I'm sure I could be forgiven for waking up late on Sunday. After 20 minutes of hula hooping (my latest fitness craze), I rushed to the city, dumped my stuff at my hotel, and raced after the parade barefoot, flipflops in hand. I never caught it; just ended up amongst the massive post-parade throngs in the Village.
I frantically called and texted all my friends at the parade, but no one was up for a post-parandial outing. Each one said he had been drained by the hot sun and was eager to go home and rest. I, having woken up as late as I did, was full of energy.
The iPhone with its Google Maps saved me from getting lost in the Village, Facebook for iPhone helped me update friends on my whereabouts and see who's up for a party. Eventually I made contact with a cute friend who also had missed the parade, due to work. We went club hopping and wound up back at the hotel with a third for what amounted to a brief nap before getting up for work Tuesday morning.
--
Then Thursday was Splash, met up with Nate and his boyfriend Kyle. I love these guys. I went to see their new Manhattan apartment and crashed there snuggled between them. There's no feeling like it. Sometimes I think instead of searching for a boyfriend, I should be searching for a couple. Or maybe I found one.
--
Friday hung out with some frat boys. One was a techie who introduced me to the world of Aeon Flux, a dystopian superhero with a Kenny complex. The two drank beer while I drank water (less calories) and then they pulled off my pants and sucked me.
--
Saturday night, went out to Rush and after dancing ended up going with him back to the Columbia dorms, where we spent several delicious hours before waking up early so he could go meet some friends in the Hamptons for Independence Day celebrations.
The gym was closed for the holiday, so I just laid out in the quad and soaked up some rays. It was peaceful. And hot. Like 97 degrees all day. I ripped the legs off my jeans before going back out to watch the fireworks.
After the fireworks show, we tried going for ice cream but wouldn't wait on the long lines that formed at the ice cream parlors near the pier as thousands of overheated fireworks-watchers swarmed the city after the show.
So we went to Therapy for drinks. A good time was had by all, but the guys bailed early, leaving me with too much time on my hands. I walked around a bit and eventually made my way back home. Oh,, one of the guys I was with at the fireworks was the "date" guy from the other time. I still have a big crush on him, but he seemed to be in "just friends" mode. Hmm.
Good News!
Thanks to Brian Ellner, I was able to take back my sidebar.
Since Ellner announced the Campaign for New York Marriage, backed by the HRC, I'm planning to transfer the resources from Accountability 2010 to them and back their organization instead of trying to do it myself. Thanks to all of you who helped out, and will continue to work for the cause of marriage equality!
The new campaign, like our A2010, will seek to re-elect state lawmakers who supported the bill on same-sex marriage last year, and to oust those who voted against it. After passing by a wide margin in the State Assembly, the bill was defeated by an eight-vote margin in the Senate despite a vigorous lobbying effort spearheaded by the Empire State Pride Agenda.
It is worth noting that the Human Rights Campaign did nothing here last election season and completely deserted gay New Yorkers in their time of need. Hopefully they've seen the error of their ways.
In place of the A2010 appeal, I'm adding a link to my Yelp reviews!
Since Ellner announced the Campaign for New York Marriage, backed by the HRC, I'm planning to transfer the resources from Accountability 2010 to them and back their organization instead of trying to do it myself. Thanks to all of you who helped out, and will continue to work for the cause of marriage equality!
The new campaign, like our A2010, will seek to re-elect state lawmakers who supported the bill on same-sex marriage last year, and to oust those who voted against it. After passing by a wide margin in the State Assembly, the bill was defeated by an eight-vote margin in the Senate despite a vigorous lobbying effort spearheaded by the Empire State Pride Agenda.
It is worth noting that the Human Rights Campaign did nothing here last election season and completely deserted gay New Yorkers in their time of need. Hopefully they've seen the error of their ways.
In place of the A2010 appeal, I'm adding a link to my Yelp reviews!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
What happens to a dream deferred
I skipped going out Thursday night in favor of gym, sleep, and being able to wake up before noon. It was worth it. Got a date, and a trip to the beach. The beach was fun. Chill.
Then I met this guy on the train. It was crazy, we were looking at each other the whole time. I flipped him my card as I walked out at my stop. I was shaking. I didn't know if it was crazy or creepy or what. But he called and it was so awesome. Maybe I'll see him again.
Date tonight. Omg this is so unusual for me. An actual, agreed upon in advance, date? We still haven't decided where to go.
--
Date rocked, but I got there so late he was tired so I don't think he was into it and I left feeling utterly deflated. So I went to the Ritz, saw some friends and picked up this cutie. We hooked up in the car and I felt kinda better.
--
Wow, awesome dream last night. I was living in this house near a dorm and the dorm kids wanted to come in and party. We had some kind of party, I made friends with some of them and wound up in their place. It was full of wild sex at every turn. I walked in with this girl I was talking to, we walked past the girls bathroom and there was this girl climbing up the sink trying to masturbate herself on the faucet. My friend then opens a stall, sees another girl in there and follows her in, starting to get it on with her - I don't remember if she bothered to even close the stall.
Then, I walked back to the boys area where there were a bunch of guys all over each other in the showers, in pretty open view. I soon found a boy of my own :) These guys were my kind of people. So open and beautiful..
Then, what's a story without some drama? So there was this aggressive group that wanted me to go through some kind of initiation and they made me pee into a cup in front of them all. So I did and I thought it was all pretty hot anyway. But then somehow it wasn't enough for one of the guys, maybe I'd been with his girl idk and he came at me to attack me. It being my dream and all, I gave him a sound beating and became something of a hero among most of the guys and girls.
But he had this group of friends and I knew they would only hate me more. So next time, he came at me I was readying some stick weapon to defend myself, but I took him down, dragged him over to the lake and held him under. As I had him under I thought about what I should do. I didn't want to kill him, but I knew if I let him up he'd be furious for revenge. Anyway I let him up gasping and called it a warning. After that I think pretty much the war calmed down and everybody had makeup sex.
Then I met this guy on the train. It was crazy, we were looking at each other the whole time. I flipped him my card as I walked out at my stop. I was shaking. I didn't know if it was crazy or creepy or what. But he called and it was so awesome. Maybe I'll see him again.
Date tonight. Omg this is so unusual for me. An actual, agreed upon in advance, date? We still haven't decided where to go.
--
Date rocked, but I got there so late he was tired so I don't think he was into it and I left feeling utterly deflated. So I went to the Ritz, saw some friends and picked up this cutie. We hooked up in the car and I felt kinda better.
--
Wow, awesome dream last night. I was living in this house near a dorm and the dorm kids wanted to come in and party. We had some kind of party, I made friends with some of them and wound up in their place. It was full of wild sex at every turn. I walked in with this girl I was talking to, we walked past the girls bathroom and there was this girl climbing up the sink trying to masturbate herself on the faucet. My friend then opens a stall, sees another girl in there and follows her in, starting to get it on with her - I don't remember if she bothered to even close the stall.
Then, I walked back to the boys area where there were a bunch of guys all over each other in the showers, in pretty open view. I soon found a boy of my own :) These guys were my kind of people. So open and beautiful..
Then, what's a story without some drama? So there was this aggressive group that wanted me to go through some kind of initiation and they made me pee into a cup in front of them all. So I did and I thought it was all pretty hot anyway. But then somehow it wasn't enough for one of the guys, maybe I'd been with his girl idk and he came at me to attack me. It being my dream and all, I gave him a sound beating and became something of a hero among most of the guys and girls.
But he had this group of friends and I knew they would only hate me more. So next time, he came at me I was readying some stick weapon to defend myself, but I took him down, dragged him over to the lake and held him under. As I had him under I thought about what I should do. I didn't want to kill him, but I knew if I let him up he'd be furious for revenge. Anyway I let him up gasping and called it a warning. After that I think pretty much the war calmed down and everybody had makeup sex.
Friday, June 11, 2010
The Boss Wants New Shoes
So the boss decided he wants a new pair of shoes. Suddenly, our stock analysts become fashion analysts, commodities traders are clothing shoppers, accountants and lawyers compare prices and return policies... all hands on deck. The boss wants shoes!
Sunday, June 06, 2010
Excited about summer
I'm so thrilled about summer being here. I finally made some "shirtless in the park" time. I'd call it tanning, but tanning's so bad for your skin ;)
I went and bought a salad from Pax, a banana from the fruit stand on the corner, and an energy bar from Duane Reade and sat out in Bryant Park with a laptop and a good book and had a picnic. Next time you guys should totally come with me!! I thought of how the fountain looked 4 or 5 months ago all iced over, and it was so gorgeous to see the water flowing, sunlight glinting off the spray like so many sparkling diamonds.
18+ at Splash was off the wall. So many hot young guys, made my head spin. And they were all so friendly and frisky. I ended up in a bed in Brooklyn watching Alice in Wonderland with a really cute couple, only pretty soon nobody was actually watching the movie :)
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of craziness. Four days a week, it's pretty much work to home to gym to home, wake up and do the same. One night a charity gala provided a break from routine.
But the weekends have been loads of fun, with trysts from the UWS to Brooklyn. A straight friend told me the cool thing about being gay is that threesomes don't have to be awkward. I agree wholeheartedly.
Wow this entry is boring. I need to update more oftennnn
I went and bought a salad from Pax, a banana from the fruit stand on the corner, and an energy bar from Duane Reade and sat out in Bryant Park with a laptop and a good book and had a picnic. Next time you guys should totally come with me!! I thought of how the fountain looked 4 or 5 months ago all iced over, and it was so gorgeous to see the water flowing, sunlight glinting off the spray like so many sparkling diamonds.
18+ at Splash was off the wall. So many hot young guys, made my head spin. And they were all so friendly and frisky. I ended up in a bed in Brooklyn watching Alice in Wonderland with a really cute couple, only pretty soon nobody was actually watching the movie :)
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of craziness. Four days a week, it's pretty much work to home to gym to home, wake up and do the same. One night a charity gala provided a break from routine.
But the weekends have been loads of fun, with trysts from the UWS to Brooklyn. A straight friend told me the cool thing about being gay is that threesomes don't have to be awkward. I agree wholeheartedly.
Wow this entry is boring. I need to update more oftennnn
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Here in This Beautiful Confusion
I went out with Jarrett, we just walked through the city and talked. It was a really nice night, the weather cooperated beautifully. It got a little chilly as we walked through the park and the strange men called to us with their pothead stories or pleas for change. It took me forever to get there and meet him because of the traffic and the streets that don't go through and looking for parking. But it was a wonderful time.
Much better than the last week when it was Joe I met and I was my usual shy self and we didn't talk too much. It wasn't all my fault. We agreed to meet, but didn't have anything planned to do so it was awkward deciding what to do and we just walked around a little, went shopping, almost got Pinkberry but didn't, and then he said he had to go do homework - only he admitted he was going out that night with a cute guy somewhere so I doubted it was just homework calling but was more of an excuse to leave. So yeah basically I suck.
Then I met up with Kevin in Queens. We were supposed to meet earlier at some house party but I didn't leave Jarrett till late and Kev was already at the club in Queens. So we hung there a bit but then he wanted to go out to the city for some heavy dancing and I headed home. 4 AM is late enough for me. He really wanted me to come out with him, but I get suspicious of all the drug activity that goes along with the super late night after hours parties. And anyway, I need to sleep - I kinda agreed to hang out with Jarrett tomorrow. But I get hard when Kevin touches me. I melt in his hands, it feels so good to hold and be held by him. I wanna be his completely. Just forget the world.
So I found out 2 of my friends have pretty serious boyfriends. One moved across the country to move in with his boy, the other just changed his relationship status on Facebook. (In this day and age, which is more serious??) I wish them all the best. And of course, my shoulder's here for you to cry on if you ever need it.
Last week I met Phil at the club. I really should have called him this weekend. I keep meeting people and not being so good at keeping up. We left together and waited in the subway till my train. He had to go back to Jersey which took him forever. I should have just brought him with me. His lips were the softest lips ever. Waiting in the subway we saw Ry with a guy. Those two kept me company for a good part of the ride, till their stop anyway. He's fun.
Omg so last week was Ken's birthday. We went out to celebrate. First we went to a little place uptown where the bartender gave me this really strong drink. I love it when bartenders have a crush on you. Then we went downtown and Ken was dancing with me and whatever he's not bad looking and it's his 21st birthday but I didn't want to lead him on. We danced, I dunno. I never met him before but we have a lot of friends in common. I kinda hit on this beautiful girl on the subway ride home but my shyness kicked in after we exchanged a couple words and I had nothing else to say, so she got off at her stop The End. If you're reading this, Maya, you make me wanna be straight.
*names have been changed
I read a bunch of blogs from gay teens who want to or tried to commit suicide. I long for a world where suicide wouldn't make sense to anyone. I'm sorry I can't more forcefully oppose and discourage the practice in today's world. All I can say is, life might have had some good stuff for you and it'll be a shame if you miss it. Also, it'll be a loss for the people whose lives you could have touched. So I kinda hope you choose life, but I'll try to respect your decision either way.
Am I too cold?
Much better than the last week when it was Joe I met and I was my usual shy self and we didn't talk too much. It wasn't all my fault. We agreed to meet, but didn't have anything planned to do so it was awkward deciding what to do and we just walked around a little, went shopping, almost got Pinkberry but didn't, and then he said he had to go do homework - only he admitted he was going out that night with a cute guy somewhere so I doubted it was just homework calling but was more of an excuse to leave. So yeah basically I suck.
Then I met up with Kevin in Queens. We were supposed to meet earlier at some house party but I didn't leave Jarrett till late and Kev was already at the club in Queens. So we hung there a bit but then he wanted to go out to the city for some heavy dancing and I headed home. 4 AM is late enough for me. He really wanted me to come out with him, but I get suspicious of all the drug activity that goes along with the super late night after hours parties. And anyway, I need to sleep - I kinda agreed to hang out with Jarrett tomorrow. But I get hard when Kevin touches me. I melt in his hands, it feels so good to hold and be held by him. I wanna be his completely. Just forget the world.
So I found out 2 of my friends have pretty serious boyfriends. One moved across the country to move in with his boy, the other just changed his relationship status on Facebook. (In this day and age, which is more serious??) I wish them all the best. And of course, my shoulder's here for you to cry on if you ever need it.
Last week I met Phil at the club. I really should have called him this weekend. I keep meeting people and not being so good at keeping up. We left together and waited in the subway till my train. He had to go back to Jersey which took him forever. I should have just brought him with me. His lips were the softest lips ever. Waiting in the subway we saw Ry with a guy. Those two kept me company for a good part of the ride, till their stop anyway. He's fun.
Omg so last week was Ken's birthday. We went out to celebrate. First we went to a little place uptown where the bartender gave me this really strong drink. I love it when bartenders have a crush on you. Then we went downtown and Ken was dancing with me and whatever he's not bad looking and it's his 21st birthday but I didn't want to lead him on. We danced, I dunno. I never met him before but we have a lot of friends in common. I kinda hit on this beautiful girl on the subway ride home but my shyness kicked in after we exchanged a couple words and I had nothing else to say, so she got off at her stop The End. If you're reading this, Maya, you make me wanna be straight.
*names have been changed
I read a bunch of blogs from gay teens who want to or tried to commit suicide. I long for a world where suicide wouldn't make sense to anyone. I'm sorry I can't more forcefully oppose and discourage the practice in today's world. All I can say is, life might have had some good stuff for you and it'll be a shame if you miss it. Also, it'll be a loss for the people whose lives you could have touched. So I kinda hope you choose life, but I'll try to respect your decision either way.
Am I too cold?
Sunday, April 25, 2010
This is great, but what's next
Awesome weekend. First the Ritz with the most perfect fantasy boy, short and cute, supremely confident/cocky, brilliant smile, devious and mischievous knows how to get what he wants, hot body - ripped but soft, loves to go after my crotch. Lol. The only problem is he's so incredible I feel intimidated around him. Also met another guy who was sexy as anything and he got almost naked on the dance floor pulling his pants so low his ass was totally exposed, his shirt open. We left together, but he wanted to go to some after-hours party and I wanted to be home in bed with him. Oh well, the after-party got him. I wasn't gonna drag around to more parties at that time, after 4am.
Then Rush was really hot. Ryan was there and H and D and Chris and P. Also met JS, a cute boy in fashion school and got his number. Eugene was dancing in almost nothing. Got to dance with a couple other guys too, C, M. Fun night overall. But the whole crowd was so hot it was confusing. I didn't know where to focus! I have so much love for all these guys. I want more than dancing with them at a club or a kis here and there. I want to date one of these sexy boys. I don't know what to do.
Then Rush was really hot. Ryan was there and H and D and Chris and P. Also met JS, a cute boy in fashion school and got his number. Eugene was dancing in almost nothing. Got to dance with a couple other guys too, C, M. Fun night overall. But the whole crowd was so hot it was confusing. I didn't know where to focus! I have so much love for all these guys. I want more than dancing with them at a club or a kis here and there. I want to date one of these sexy boys. I don't know what to do.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Still Alive!
Well, winter's fading and I'm coming back. Actually hoped to be resurrected on Easter, but all the workers were off for the Easter holiday. Isn't it ironic that on the holiday of Resurrection, nobody's there to resurrect you? Anyway, in top TV lines this week:
"..but I also like boys" (Elliot on Gossip Girl)
beat out
"You know, dolphins are really just gay sharks" (Brittany on Glee)
for the top spot.
In other news, April 15 came, taxes were paid. Exciting, right?
Oh yeah, I could not believe that Mayor George Moscone was Jesus!! Or at least, that Victor Garber played Jesus in Godspell, and later played Moscone in Milk. He was sort of cute in Godspell, if you can somehow overlook that awful afro.
As for me, I'm so full of love for so many people. I just need for at least one of them to return my love!
-Busy, busy, busy or touched by His Noodly Appendage-
Ok, so I'm trying to decide which religion is better: Bokononism or The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster? Cast your vote in the comments section!
Life in the state of nature is nasty, brutish, and short
"..but I also like boys" (Elliot on Gossip Girl)
beat out
"You know, dolphins are really just gay sharks" (Brittany on Glee)
for the top spot.
In other news, April 15 came, taxes were paid. Exciting, right?
Oh yeah, I could not believe that Mayor George Moscone was Jesus!! Or at least, that Victor Garber played Jesus in Godspell, and later played Moscone in Milk. He was sort of cute in Godspell, if you can somehow overlook that awful afro.
As for me, I'm so full of love for so many people. I just need for at least one of them to return my love!
-Busy, busy, busy or touched by His Noodly Appendage-
Ok, so I'm trying to decide which religion is better: Bokononism or The Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster? Cast your vote in the comments section!
Life in the state of nature is nasty, brutish, and short
Friday, March 19, 2010
Theme Parties Beat Non-Parties Any Day
It really reeks on this subway car. And its a local. Grrr.
I was supposed to go out to a straight club and try meeting some ladies, but the guy I was gonna go with got sick and had to cancel. It worked out great though, because a friend who's in college invited me out to a party at his school. It was awesome. The whole school was out partying, going from apartment to apartment for different theme parties. One was a dance party, one was beer pong, another someone's birthday, next one a "rape party".
Okay. So I just moved to a different subway car and this one smells okay.
Anyway, there was alcohol everywhere, and weed, and who knows what else. Everyone was smiling and happy. I crashed over in my friend's room. Got up early to get the car home to mom and dad. Oops, not early enough. They complained that they were worried about me when I wasn't home when they expected and that they needed the car early in the morning and didn't have it.
It was an awesome night. Always the best nights for me seem to piss off my parents. Which gives me the impression, however skewed and misconstrued, that they resent my happiness [because its source conflicts with their moral values.]
Then the vegetables. My mom worked hard to make a vegetable dish, and I ate most of it while they where out shopping. She wasn't pleased. I had no idea there would be a problem with it. Nobody else but me even eats vegetables in my house anyway. I'm really sorry though.
Living with people sucks. I want my own place, where I can invite only the people I like, and can invite them whenever I want. I want my own car I can take whenever wherever and come back when I want. People are annoying.
Today I thought of going to an Oscar party. Still might, but the Oscars will be over by the time I get there.
I still have no friends. Oh yeah, I started drinking after my parents got pissed. I said they don't love me and all. I always say that when their values clash with my happiness. If they really loved me and knew what love is, how could their values trump my happiness?
P.S. I went to the Oscar party. I caught the last 15-20 minutes of the show, which included all the major awards including best actor, best director, best picture, etc. Not sure what they were doing for the first 3 hours of the awards show.
I was supposed to go out to a straight club and try meeting some ladies, but the guy I was gonna go with got sick and had to cancel. It worked out great though, because a friend who's in college invited me out to a party at his school. It was awesome. The whole school was out partying, going from apartment to apartment for different theme parties. One was a dance party, one was beer pong, another someone's birthday, next one a "rape party".
Okay. So I just moved to a different subway car and this one smells okay.
Anyway, there was alcohol everywhere, and weed, and who knows what else. Everyone was smiling and happy. I crashed over in my friend's room. Got up early to get the car home to mom and dad. Oops, not early enough. They complained that they were worried about me when I wasn't home when they expected and that they needed the car early in the morning and didn't have it.
It was an awesome night. Always the best nights for me seem to piss off my parents. Which gives me the impression, however skewed and misconstrued, that they resent my happiness [because its source conflicts with their moral values.]
Then the vegetables. My mom worked hard to make a vegetable dish, and I ate most of it while they where out shopping. She wasn't pleased. I had no idea there would be a problem with it. Nobody else but me even eats vegetables in my house anyway. I'm really sorry though.
Living with people sucks. I want my own place, where I can invite only the people I like, and can invite them whenever I want. I want my own car I can take whenever wherever and come back when I want. People are annoying.
Today I thought of going to an Oscar party. Still might, but the Oscars will be over by the time I get there.
I still have no friends. Oh yeah, I started drinking after my parents got pissed. I said they don't love me and all. I always say that when their values clash with my happiness. If they really loved me and knew what love is, how could their values trump my happiness?
P.S. I went to the Oscar party. I caught the last 15-20 minutes of the show, which included all the major awards including best actor, best director, best picture, etc. Not sure what they were doing for the first 3 hours of the awards show.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wanna Make a 3D Movie Like Avatar? Now You Can!
What you need:
Two HD digital camcorders: $299-$1199 each
1 Tripod: $40-$300
1 dual-cam tripod head: ?make it yourself?
Video editing software: Adobe Premiere Pro CS4 at $685 and Cineform Prospect 3D at $3,000
1 Computer with Intel Core i7 & Monitor: $1449
1 pair of 3D glasses: $7.36 shipped
Producing the next Avatar: $2,389,264,639 and counting
Two HD digital camcorders: $299-$1199 each
1 Tripod: $40-$300
1 dual-cam tripod head: ?make it yourself?
Video editing software: Adobe Premiere Pro CS4 at $685 and Cineform Prospect 3D at $3,000
1 Computer with Intel Core i7 & Monitor: $1449
1 pair of 3D glasses: $7.36 shipped
Producing the next Avatar: $2,389,264,639 and counting
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Message from Governor Charlie Crist regarding Martin Grossman
Thousands of people have been emailing Florida Governor Crist about Martin Grossman for the past week. A response has just been emailed out by the Governor – just 30 minutes before the scheduled execution. YWN has received hundreds of emails from readers who have just received the response posted below:
Thank you for contacting me and sharing your concerns about the execution of Martin Grossman.
On December 13, 1984, Mr. Grossman violated the terms of his probation by leaving Pasco County and having a stolen firearm in his possession. In a routine stop, Florida Fish and Wildlife Officer Margaret Park found the weapon. When she reached for the radio in her patrol car to report him, Mr. Grossman attacked her with her own large flashlight, beating her over the head and shoulders 20 to 30 times. When Officer Park tried to fight back, Mr. Grossman took her .357 Magnum revolver and shot her in the back of the head, killing her.
Mr. Grossman took several carefully planned steps to cover up this horrible crime. The weapon was buried, and Mr. Grossman attempted to burn his clothes and shoes, which were later disposed of in a nearby lake. The following day, Mr. Grossman thoroughly cleaned the van and changed its tires to mislead law enforcement.
Officer Park's autopsy revealed lacerations on top of her head, hemorrhaging inside the scalp and extensive fracturing of the skull. All of these injuries resulted from Mr. Grossman's attack. The facts of this crime clearly meet the definition of heinous, atrocious and cruel, and his actions afterward demonstrate his well-reasoned attempts to cover it up.
The courts have fully reviewed Mr. Grossman's legal claims, and his conviction and sentence have been affirmed by both the Florida Supreme Court and the United States Supreme Court. Based on the facts and exhaustion of legal proceedings, and in accordance with Florida law, I signed his death warrant on January 12, 2010.
Thank you again for taking the time to contact me.
—– Forwarded Message —-
From: Governor Charlie Crist; Charlie.Crist@eog.myflorida.com;
Sent: Tue, February 16, 2010 5:12:12 PM
Subject: A Message from Governor Charlie Crist regarding Martin Grossman
Mr. Governor,
I have not up to this point taken an interest in the Grossman case, as
it is far from home and I did not feel it concerned me. However, after
reading the disgusting email you just sent out, I had to voice my
concern. My email isn't about Mr. Grossman. It's about a horrifying
lack of humanity just now displayed by a United States Governor.
Your unfeeling, even cruel, response to the pleas for mercy was
appalling. The irrelevancy of what you wrote is shocking. You write
about how Mr. Grossman burned his clothes and changed tires on his
car. This is a reason to kill a man?!!
You wrote: "Mr. Grossman took several carefully planned steps to cover
up this horrible crime." Is there a death penalty for trying to cover
up a crime?
A moment after he's dead, you will realize (if you have any conscience
at all) the weight of the responsibility you will bear for the rest of
your life. A shame you didn't realize it a moment before.
Respectfully yours,
Teddy Douglas
Thank you for contacting me and sharing your concerns about the execution of Martin Grossman.
On December 13, 1984, Mr. Grossman violated the terms of his probation by leaving Pasco County and having a stolen firearm in his possession. In a routine stop, Florida Fish and Wildlife Officer Margaret Park found the weapon. When she reached for the radio in her patrol car to report him, Mr. Grossman attacked her with her own large flashlight, beating her over the head and shoulders 20 to 30 times. When Officer Park tried to fight back, Mr. Grossman took her .357 Magnum revolver and shot her in the back of the head, killing her.
Mr. Grossman took several carefully planned steps to cover up this horrible crime. The weapon was buried, and Mr. Grossman attempted to burn his clothes and shoes, which were later disposed of in a nearby lake. The following day, Mr. Grossman thoroughly cleaned the van and changed its tires to mislead law enforcement.
Officer Park's autopsy revealed lacerations on top of her head, hemorrhaging inside the scalp and extensive fracturing of the skull. All of these injuries resulted from Mr. Grossman's attack. The facts of this crime clearly meet the definition of heinous, atrocious and cruel, and his actions afterward demonstrate his well-reasoned attempts to cover it up.
The courts have fully reviewed Mr. Grossman's legal claims, and his conviction and sentence have been affirmed by both the Florida Supreme Court and the United States Supreme Court. Based on the facts and exhaustion of legal proceedings, and in accordance with Florida law, I signed his death warrant on January 12, 2010.
Thank you again for taking the time to contact me.
—– Forwarded Message —-
From: Governor Charlie Crist; Charlie.Crist@eog.myflorida.com;
Sent: Tue, February 16, 2010 5:12:12 PM
Subject: A Message from Governor Charlie Crist regarding Martin Grossman
Mr. Governor,
I have not up to this point taken an interest in the Grossman case, as
it is far from home and I did not feel it concerned me. However, after
reading the disgusting email you just sent out, I had to voice my
concern. My email isn't about Mr. Grossman. It's about a horrifying
lack of humanity just now displayed by a United States Governor.
Your unfeeling, even cruel, response to the pleas for mercy was
appalling. The irrelevancy of what you wrote is shocking. You write
about how Mr. Grossman burned his clothes and changed tires on his
car. This is a reason to kill a man?!!
You wrote: "Mr. Grossman took several carefully planned steps to cover
up this horrible crime." Is there a death penalty for trying to cover
up a crime?
A moment after he's dead, you will realize (if you have any conscience
at all) the weight of the responsibility you will bear for the rest of
your life. A shame you didn't realize it a moment before.
Respectfully yours,
Teddy Douglas
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Superbowl Party
Went to a Superbowl party Sunday night by Y&A, but got there after the game. I made up to meet MA there, got out of the subway and saw the game was over so I tried to get in touch with MA and see what the deal is. He wasn't answering his phone. I was going crazy but finally he texted me back. I tried to call, no answer, I didn't want to text in the cold. My fingers were freezing. Also, it would be faster if we could just talk for a second. Finally he picked up. (Later he told me his phone is broken that the ringer doesn't work.) He said the game is over, but the party's still going strong so come on over. I did and had a great time. It was a fun, relaxing atmosphere, friendly. Conversation.
And I met J. Adorable NYU boy, film buff. I didn't do anything too flirty or try to pick him up. Then got to my bus at just after 12:30, next bus isn't till 1:45. Went and got Coldstone to kill some time, then sat down and began writing this.
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2/9
Slightly annoyed that work might be closed for a snow day tomorrow. I don't want to lose a day's pay!
And I met J. Adorable NYU boy, film buff. I didn't do anything too flirty or try to pick him up. Then got to my bus at just after 12:30, next bus isn't till 1:45. Went and got Coldstone to kill some time, then sat down and began writing this.
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2/9
Slightly annoyed that work might be closed for a snow day tomorrow. I don't want to lose a day's pay!
Sunday, February 07, 2010
A Winter Wonderland
This weekend rocked!!!
Thursday night I met J at Splash. Also briefly saw M when he came in. He looks bangin'! Justin had this cute skinny boy, R, who had an apartment in the city. Actually, that was his last night in the apartment, he was flying back to LA the next day. So we "anti-christ"ened the apartment with a delightful threesome. He left the hot water running in the shower all night to help warm the place. By morning the walls and windows were all wet, water was dripping from the ceiling. We spent some time wiping down all the surfaces. The we found out we were locked in the apartment. Apparently, J accidentally pushed a button on the door as he left and we were stuck. R got the door open by sticking a screwdriver or something in to reach the button. Anyway. So he was really cute and super skinny and J's cute and it was really fun.
On my way home I got a green juice. Freshly squeezed celery, spinach, kale and some other greens. Tasted ok, not wonderful but you know its super healthy, right?
Saturday night I drove to Rush, was there for 10 minutes maybe and wasn't feeling it. I started going to leave, but H recognized me and I started dancing with him. That was fun. He's super cute. Then he went to look for a muscle boy, and I met Ryan!! Ryan is this incredibly hot guy, he was there with a few girlfriends. I got to make out with him and some of the girls and it was like threesome, foursome, we tried to get all our mouths together at once. He was sooo fun! He was all perky and peppy and happy it was hot.
Then I met A. He has beautiful eyes. Skinny, good looking 19 year old, had his shirt half off so was lookin pretty sexy. He was dancing with a guy, but he gave me a look that said take me, so I went over, started dancing the 3 of us, but when A and I started making out the other guy kinda slipped out from between us and gave us our space. Then A's friends made him leave, I went back over to Ryan and crew for some more dancing. When he left the night was about over, but I offered Haven a ride home (to Brooklyn). It was great driving with him. He's a great guy. A lot of fun to be around, and adorable to boot. Actually, scorching hot. Back in his gogo dancer days (he's only 17 now, btw, so don't get the wrong idea about 'back in his gogo dancer days' lol) I used to come to the club just to see him. There are only a couple dancers ever I came just to see. It was exciting to spend time with him. He was thanking me for the ride, but the pleasure was all mine. And no, we didn't have sex in the car. But we might go out on a date. Who knows. I might go out with A, too. I didn't get Ryan's number. Found him on Facebook, but didn't friend him. Yet. Never quite sure how to approach that.
P apparently hates me now. Maybe for friending him on facebook. Not sure what I did or why he would hate me. Oh, he was there too. He liked Ryan and tried to push me away from him. He made out with Ryan a little; I backed off a drop. But then he was gone. I don't get him. Ryan gave me a hickey. Soon enough they were closing up the club.
I offered H a ride home to his place. His friend was going to come with us, but kinda wanted to go home with a buncha other guys headed to some apartment in the city to have some crazy orgy or something I don't know. He wanted H to come. H wasn't interested. Eventually the friend got in the car and we started to go, but then he decided he wants to go to their little fck fest and got out. I don't know what happened to him. I drove H home. It was a nice ride. And he kissed me before he got out, made me happy.
I got home pretty late, probably around a quarter to 6 or so. Watched a little of a Modern Family episode. Found it funny. Not sure if it was or I was just in that overtired state where everything is funny. Finally went to sleep.
Thursday night I met J at Splash. Also briefly saw M when he came in. He looks bangin'! Justin had this cute skinny boy, R, who had an apartment in the city. Actually, that was his last night in the apartment, he was flying back to LA the next day. So we "anti-christ"ened the apartment with a delightful threesome. He left the hot water running in the shower all night to help warm the place. By morning the walls and windows were all wet, water was dripping from the ceiling. We spent some time wiping down all the surfaces. The we found out we were locked in the apartment. Apparently, J accidentally pushed a button on the door as he left and we were stuck. R got the door open by sticking a screwdriver or something in to reach the button. Anyway. So he was really cute and super skinny and J's cute and it was really fun.
On my way home I got a green juice. Freshly squeezed celery, spinach, kale and some other greens. Tasted ok, not wonderful but you know its super healthy, right?
Saturday night I drove to Rush, was there for 10 minutes maybe and wasn't feeling it. I started going to leave, but H recognized me and I started dancing with him. That was fun. He's super cute. Then he went to look for a muscle boy, and I met Ryan!! Ryan is this incredibly hot guy, he was there with a few girlfriends. I got to make out with him and some of the girls and it was like threesome, foursome, we tried to get all our mouths together at once. He was sooo fun! He was all perky and peppy and happy it was hot.
Then I met A. He has beautiful eyes. Skinny, good looking 19 year old, had his shirt half off so was lookin pretty sexy. He was dancing with a guy, but he gave me a look that said take me, so I went over, started dancing the 3 of us, but when A and I started making out the other guy kinda slipped out from between us and gave us our space. Then A's friends made him leave, I went back over to Ryan and crew for some more dancing. When he left the night was about over, but I offered Haven a ride home (to Brooklyn). It was great driving with him. He's a great guy. A lot of fun to be around, and adorable to boot. Actually, scorching hot. Back in his gogo dancer days (he's only 17 now, btw, so don't get the wrong idea about 'back in his gogo dancer days' lol) I used to come to the club just to see him. There are only a couple dancers ever I came just to see. It was exciting to spend time with him. He was thanking me for the ride, but the pleasure was all mine. And no, we didn't have sex in the car. But we might go out on a date. Who knows. I might go out with A, too. I didn't get Ryan's number. Found him on Facebook, but didn't friend him. Yet. Never quite sure how to approach that.
P apparently hates me now. Maybe for friending him on facebook. Not sure what I did or why he would hate me. Oh, he was there too. He liked Ryan and tried to push me away from him. He made out with Ryan a little; I backed off a drop. But then he was gone. I don't get him. Ryan gave me a hickey. Soon enough they were closing up the club.
I offered H a ride home to his place. His friend was going to come with us, but kinda wanted to go home with a buncha other guys headed to some apartment in the city to have some crazy orgy or something I don't know. He wanted H to come. H wasn't interested. Eventually the friend got in the car and we started to go, but then he decided he wants to go to their little fck fest and got out. I don't know what happened to him. I drove H home. It was a nice ride. And he kissed me before he got out, made me happy.
I got home pretty late, probably around a quarter to 6 or so. Watched a little of a Modern Family episode. Found it funny. Not sure if it was or I was just in that overtired state where everything is funny. Finally went to sleep.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Holidays in NYC. So Long Ago. Touching.
I'm sitting on the subway looking conspicuous as I type out this post.
But as I look to my left, I see a guy reading on a Kindle, and with
the guy on my right playing games on his smartphone and the girl
across the car selecting songs on her iPod, I figure I'm not that out
of place with a netbook on my lap.
But as I look to my left, I see a guy reading on a Kindle, and with
the guy on my right playing games on his smartphone and the girl
across the car selecting songs on her iPod, I figure I'm not that out
of place with a netbook on my lap.
The weekend was crazy. First, I made up to meet a few friends at a
party in midtown. I got to the place and took one look at the line,
and hailed a cab. I had started drinking on the bus to the city, so I
was in no mood to wait on line to get in. I take it as a personal
affront to have to wait on line, and don't frequent places that behave
offensively to their guests.
The backup was even better anyway. The crowd was younger, the vibe was hotter (of course, I don't know this to be true because I didn't actually go inside the first place but whatever). And I met my friends
there. Turns out they couldn't get in to the other place because their
fake IDs didn't work or something. Wasn't long before I found myself
leaving with an adorable couple to an apartment they had available a
few blocks away. Not sure whose apartment it was. He was a Greek
architecture student in New York, he was studying politics in Boston
and they came out to the club straight from the holiday midnight mass.
The next day he was taking his boyfriend to meet the 'rents at the
estate upstate.
I loved watching the way they looked at each other, and being in the
thick of it. Watching them kiss each other and then me I guess made me
feel almost part of what they had, which seemed so beautiful. Such
wonderful smiles, and terrific bodies. It was such a warm, comforting,
happy way to sleep with two other awesome people in the bed.
I watched another episode of Glee. That makes 2. Everybody loves it.
I'm not convinced.
I watched "Cowboys & Angels". It almost made me cry. Not because it
was so good. It was an average movie. Allen Leech is hot as Vincent,
the gay art student. And the other guy is kinda cute too. But the
theme of being afraid to do what you want, taking the safe way even
though it may be suboptimal and leave you feeling unfulfilled... I
worry about that. Of course, I was rooting for the two guys to hook
up. Spoiler alert: They don't. The roommate is straight.
I have followed some of my dreams. And it led to moments and times of
extraordinary pleasure and satisfaction. I followed the dream of going
to college, but only part-way. I didn't go to an ivy league school,
didn't dorm in a residential college. I went to second tier commuter
schools. I didn't continue on for a doctorate. Didn't complete a
double major. I could complain that money was a factor. I could
complain that my teachers or school didn't offer the support they
should have. I could complain about lots of thing but the decisions
ultimately were mine. Except for not geting into the PhD programs I
wanted. That wasn't for lack of trying. But still, I gave up that
dream too easily. Perhaps because it wasn't mine. I don't have any
such dreams. My answer to "What do you want to be when you grow up"
was "Me? Grow up? I don't know what you're talking about."
I followed the dream of pursuing sexual encounters with boys. I owe my
life to that. No way I could have continued on in life without that.
The dream of becoming wealthy is one I hope to pursue, but I don't
know what way will get me there.
The dream of having good friends...
I don't let myself dream big because I'm afraid of what happens to
dreams deffered. I think its gross the way they fester like a sore and
shrivel up like a raisin in the sun. I'm frightened they may even
explode.
Anyway, then I went out to a friend's birthday party. Danced away the
night and had a good time. Yes, the birthday boy is someone I've slept
with. And yes, I still have a crush on him. But I don't think he sees
anything sexual in our friendship any longer. I was dancing with
another guy I met at the party and he kept leaning in to try to kiss
me. A third year law student, kinda cute, but I wasn't interesed in
making out with him. Not really his fault, it was just my mood or
whatever. Too much excitement for one weekend with the threesome the
other night...
So at about 2 o'clock he starts hinting he's ready to leave. I'm
thinking "cool, I've had my eye on that guy across the room - that one
with the short blond hair and vest, wait there goes the vest, that
shirtless hottie - and I've been too polite to slip away from you
(besides, this bar is too small and you'd for sure see me with him)".
So he's hinting he's ready to leave and wouldn't mind us leaving
together. But I didn't quite take that part of the hint, and said,
"Okay do you want to give me your number?" He said he wants do give me more than his number... I asked if maybe his email addres would be better. He reached in for a kiss. I gently but firmly held him back.
At this point he's just annoying. He was fun for a dance and a smoke
(I don't smoke and I don't think he did either, but going outside the
club for some fresh air and a quieter place to talk might as well be
going for a smoke because all the smokers congregate outside the
smoke-free bar) but now it's past your bedtime, you invited me over, I
as much as said "not tonight" and you're still here? What do you want?
Well, he stuck around a bit more. He walked me to my car with his
umbrella and then asked for a ride to his place. Once there he thought
we should look for parking so I could come inside, but I had to get
home so he just jacked me off in the car... The end.
Finishing up this post waiting for the bus, then going to kick back with my Love It of Coldstone and Woody Allen's Manhattan on DVD as I'm chauffered around. Luxury on a poor man's budget.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Romantic Story for Valentine's Day
Okay so I had an insanely awesome time at the club. First I met this really super hot boy. He was totally an angel. That he wanted to dance with me is proof there is a god! I got there at about 12:58. Waited on line outside for 4 minutes, and got to the cashier at 1:02. He insisted on charging the after-1:00AM price, an extra $5. So bad. If you're selling a fun experience, you should be nice to people. If it's your fault I missed the cutoff because of the line, give it to me. A lot of places will cut the line at the deadline, so if you're there it counts. Oh well. It was to be the least of my extra expenses for the weekend... Still a bad business practice. But what do they care. The money's rolling in. They're at capacity anyway. So what if people think the place is trashy.
The hotel was really nice. I was surprised how big the room was. Very comfortable bed. The linens could have been softer, but the pillows were perfect. The decor was very pretty. Not much of a view, but at least you had something. Kind of amazing how many rooms they had. The building is enormous. There was a maze of rooms on my floor. It was also kind of weird how each floor was so different. Some floors are dorms, some are offices. The hotel only has some of the floors. So going up the elevator, the door opened at some floors to ugly worn out carpeting or sanitized waiting room-looking spaces, before opening on my floor to a fairly lavish landing that made me feel vaguely uncomfortable--brought on a slight pang of socialist guilt. The sound of fucking couples in the rooms around me made me wish my angel had come home and spent the night with me, but in the end he did better: he spent the next day with me. [Ed. note: The hotel in the story is the New Yorker.]
I woke up with a brief workout, and then showered and checked out.
We met and walked to Billy's Bakery for some heavenly upcakes (more proof that he was truly an angel), and then walked to Parke & Ronen for some shopping. We each tried on some shirts and pants and things, then he said he'd try on a bathing suit if I would. Deal! He picked this wonderfully short tight trunk and modeled it, God! he was yummy. I also tried on a hot orange-ish number. The sales guy told us they have three sizes. He was wearing the 2 inch inseam, and I was wearing the eight inch inseam and there's another one in between. He looked divine. And sexy as hell in the store, which has big glass windows onto the street with nothing on but this teeny weeny bathing suit and socks! It's nowing outside. Just flurries, but still. I think I looked cute in the bathing suit too. I should have bought it, but it was pretty expensive, and you don't think of buying swimsuits in winter. But it can't hurt to be prepared...
Then we went for brunch at 202. It's inside a clothing store, in this little enclave of shops built in a renovated Nabisco factory with a lot of the industrial look from the factory preserved, but decorated so as to make for a very warm and cozy and comfortable feel. Great little place. Very romantic. And just a tad touristy? The food was amazing. This guy really knows how to pick places to go, foods to eat. If Jesus was anything like [_______], I could understand how Chrsitian theology began... Am I getting carried away? Just a little bit?
So anyway, from brunch we walked down to Theory. Wait before we left 202, we stopped to use the restroom. So it was very cute. It's not a restroom with stalls, it's one of the ones with just one at a time. So there's one upstairs, and one downstairs. He suggested I go downstairs and he'd go upstairs, more efficient that way. But the upstairs one was occupied and when I came out, I saw a vision of a HAWT guy waiting outside, a beautiful smile on his cherubic face. Took me a sec to realize it's my boy! He was dressed in layers, so each time he's take off a sweater or put on a jacket or retie his scarf or walk into a different light, he'd
OMG Bad Romance came on my headphones and I just had to stop my story and enjoy.
Okay, where was I? he'd look different, but each time super hot. Remember the post where I said a true model makes the clothing he wears look good, even if it really doesn't? He looked awesome in whatever he put on. And being super skinny is part of it. I understand why models are skinny. People talk shit about the fashion industry for its skinny models. But I'm pretty slim, but I couldn't wear six layers and make it look incredible. You need to almost be so skinny the clothes wear you to really show them off. But my angel doesn't look emaciated or anorexic. He's just right.
Back on track.
So when he came out of the restroom, before we left, I leaned in to just give him like a welcome back kiss before we'd leave, which turned into
I'mn typing to the beat of Lady Gaga's Alejandro Ale Ale jandro
it almost must look to the people in this subway car like there's something musical about this story... All in my head
anyway, the kiss turned into a full-blown makeout session. A store employee passed by and said he's not offended by [our behavior] but you never know who might come by, so if we could move it outside. See, its a totally gay neighborhood, and the employee was probably gay and all, but its also a bit touristy, and with those tourists you never can tell... a lot of tourists come from Bibelly places and expect New York to be all bibelly too...
So next, we went to Theory. I kinda hoped I wouldn't find anything I liked, because I didn't want to spend any more money... Alexandre needed to pick up some p.j.'s his mom wanted to get for his sister. It's cute. His sister went and picked out what she wanted, and told her mom what to get her as a gift. Anyway, the thing was skimpy as hell. It was a sexy boy brief that I thought was so progressive of his mom to get for her daughter...
We picked out a few items to try on. So they had great service in Theory (they'd better for the prices they charge) that thy put things in the dressing room as you pick them out and then you can go into the all-set-up dressing room. So we went to try the stuff on and it took us a sec to see which dressing room they had set up for which of us, so first the attendant pointed us each to our dressing room, then he mixed it up and said, no it was other way around... or you can just go together. Together? the angel asked with a wink toward me? Hell yes. (Haha, before when he was getting dressed after trying stuff on in P&R he put his undershirt on inside out, I pointed this out - and noted I only said something because I just wanted to see him take off his shirt again :)
So we went into the dressing room together. We didn't do anything but try on clothes, but it was fun to be together in that intimate setting. And taking off clothes of course.
Then we went to Joe's for coffee. He promised great coffee and delivered. His parents and sisters met us there. It was so awesome, I got to meet his folks. His dad was great. I didn't get to speak to his mom or sis's too much. But if we get married, I'd totally down with his family. I hope they liked me... maybe I'd even go out to meet him. Oh. See, there's the rub. He's from upstate, so about 2 hours away. That I could deal with. I'd totally be there all the freaking time. But he's in school in Pittsburgh, and that's more of an issue. And it's a five year architecture program, and he's only in the first year.
Oh yeah, that's another thing. He's 19. It's amazing he said he first thought when he saw me at the club I was too young for him. But no. I'm a couple years older. But none of that is a problem. That's all awesome. The problem is with him out in Pitt, we can't really date. So the goodbye was more than goodbye, I'll see you later. It was like goodbye, I probably won't see you for at least several months. After a parting passionate kiss, we said good bye.
Best fucking day ever!!
Friday, January 15, 2010
Life update. This post is the anti-Twitter
Wow. So I had some vacation days from work that expire at year's end, so I took off two Mondays for some long weekends. Last Monday, I went out to the Opera with a beautiful 18 year old boy at FIT. I thought it was kind of a date, and I think we both had a good time. After the show, we parted and each began heading home in our separate directions. Somehow, about 15 minutes later we bumped into each other in Times Square. I don't know what it means. IT WAS SO RANDOM! But we hung out for a little bit in Times Square, and then went home. I was happy for the extra time with him. But this weekend he was pretty spotty with answering my calls or texts.
Friday night, a 20 year old from Parsons came over. I've known him for some time, but I'm not really that into him. We fooled around a little, but I didn't want to kiss or have sex with him. He kept asking why not, and trying to go in for a kiss. Like really kept trying again and again. Too much.
Hey, why do people ask the stupid questions whose answers they don't want to know? Like, "So how many boys have you brought back here?" I don't get it. You want me to say you're my one and only? You may one day be. But you can't erase my past, so what do you want? I should tell you all about how you're one of a long illustrious line of hot boys? Or lie and say you're the first? I mean, when you ask a question like that, what do you want to hear?
Now that awful Gaga song is stuck in my head. I'm almost afraid to tell you which one because you probably haven't heard it and if you go find it, the song's awfulness may become lodged in your head as well. It's called Monster, and the refrain "He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart" is pretty much the whole song.
I got a few cool items. A memory foam mattress topper which I'm lying on right now for the first time. Well, second. I lied it out on the floor when it came, but this is the first time I set it up on my bed.
Today in the city I got a few reed diffusers from Sabon (check them out - great stuff!) and put them around my room. I am now taking repeated deep breaths because with every breath I want to inhale deeply the fragrance.
I stayed at a cool hotel (the Benjamin) as part of my "staycation". But no one would join me, so I enjoyed it alone. But it sucked to be alone. I kept reaching out to people to come visit, but half the time they were busy or away or couldn't make it, and half the time they said they would come and then "their phone died" and I didn't hear back until the next day.
The hotel's fitness room was fairly small, but I had it all to myself. Felt like my own private gym. And they had a great steam room. The room was well appointed, and of a pretty fair size for the city. I had enough booze with me for a football team, but I didn't drink. I was feeling too good to drink by myself, but it still hurt that I was so alone. (Another giant breath of Sabon Bordeaux.)
I have a massive pile of unwashed laundry at the foot of my bed. By tomorrow morning it's going to be my freshest-smelling load of dirty laundry ever.
When I asked about the wifi, the guy at the hotel desk told me it was $12.99 for 24 hours. Well, what he didn't say is that the hotel's wifi is also available through Boingo, which charges just $10 a month. Think maybe that's something he could have mentioned?
At 3:00AM I called the desk and ordered a pillow. Whatever.
I got a haircut. But you might not even notice. I told him to leave it long. Partly because I want it long, partly because I didn't trust him. I think it was a good choice. New Yorkers who love their barber or stylist - please comment and tell me who you use.
The super sexy 18 year old bi boy who goes to school upstate is home for the holidays. I was looking forward to seeing him. He almost came over, but his "phone died" and we couldn't coordinate. I'm tempted to believe it's true. But it's been happening so often with different people...
The TV in the hotel was beyond useless. Nice big screen, 25 or so different channels. Nothing on. Ever. I think they do it on purpose to try to sell you VoD movies. But I decided to just stream stuff on my laptop, tiny screen and all. At least I get to choose what to watch. In the end I didn't spend much time watching anyway.
Next stops. Sephora, Bloomingdales, H&M. At Sephora, I was overwhelmed by the vast numbers of tiny bottles and jars with exhorbitant price tags that, as far as I could tell, all do the same thing. Or nothing at all. Who knows, right? I went over to the men's fragrances and sprayed them all on those little tester paper strips (which Sephora actually named "Scenta") and smelled them. I wasn't a fan of 212Men, but I liked 212SexyMen (it's different, dark, not your everyday scent) and Gucci Pour Homme (more classical). Givenchy Play Intense was interesting. Not bad, but probably not for me. Some of them just reeked bad. Malodorous. Interesting that I liked the sexy men but not the plain men...
I also saw the brand of toiletries they had at the hotel. That was cool. A lot of hotels have hotel-branded "specially made" stuff that you can never find in a store (probably because in the store it's sold under the Procter & Gamble label...)
H&M was a hot mess. I would so go there to shop for boys, but it seems the boys aren't for sale. But I digress. So there was a shirt I wanted. I own one, and I wear it all the time, and I want to get a few more just like it. Maybe in a few different colors. Why is this so difficult? So the shirt is $40. But they have another line of shirts for $20. The difference? The $20 line is cut wrong, made from cheap materials and generally just a pile of trash. So why do they adulterate their clothing with inferior stuff like that? Maybe it's a good thing. I don't know. It has happened before. Two vests. Same style and color and everything. One is 100% cotton, the other ersatz polyester. But what really threw me is that when I found the shirt I wanted, it was covered with dust. Looked like it was still there untouched from that last time when I bought the shirt that started this journey. Wow. Dusty clothing on store racks. Big no-no. I didn't buy it.
At Bloomingdales, the dressing rooms were so big and spacious I thought it might be a good place to hook up. Cheaper than a hotel. That idea was dampened when after a few minutes inside an attendant called out, "Eveything fit okay?" But I still think it could work. Hey, it beats the johns in the college library...
I feel like every one of my friends wrote a tweet or a status raving about how awesome the movie Avatar is. I'd never even heard of it until this deluge of viral.
Well you're all caught up now. [Actually, you're not caught up because it took me weeks to actually post this. Sorry, I'll try to get the next piece up son. Stay tuned.]
Friday night, a 20 year old from Parsons came over. I've known him for some time, but I'm not really that into him. We fooled around a little, but I didn't want to kiss or have sex with him. He kept asking why not, and trying to go in for a kiss. Like really kept trying again and again. Too much.
Hey, why do people ask the stupid questions whose answers they don't want to know? Like, "So how many boys have you brought back here?" I don't get it. You want me to say you're my one and only? You may one day be. But you can't erase my past, so what do you want? I should tell you all about how you're one of a long illustrious line of hot boys? Or lie and say you're the first? I mean, when you ask a question like that, what do you want to hear?
Now that awful Gaga song is stuck in my head. I'm almost afraid to tell you which one because you probably haven't heard it and if you go find it, the song's awfulness may become lodged in your head as well. It's called Monster, and the refrain "He ate my heart, he a-a-ate my heart" is pretty much the whole song.
I got a few cool items. A memory foam mattress topper which I'm lying on right now for the first time. Well, second. I lied it out on the floor when it came, but this is the first time I set it up on my bed.
Today in the city I got a few reed diffusers from Sabon (check them out - great stuff!) and put them around my room. I am now taking repeated deep breaths because with every breath I want to inhale deeply the fragrance.
I stayed at a cool hotel (the Benjamin) as part of my "staycation". But no one would join me, so I enjoyed it alone. But it sucked to be alone. I kept reaching out to people to come visit, but half the time they were busy or away or couldn't make it, and half the time they said they would come and then "their phone died" and I didn't hear back until the next day.
The hotel's fitness room was fairly small, but I had it all to myself. Felt like my own private gym. And they had a great steam room. The room was well appointed, and of a pretty fair size for the city. I had enough booze with me for a football team, but I didn't drink. I was feeling too good to drink by myself, but it still hurt that I was so alone. (Another giant breath of Sabon Bordeaux.)
I have a massive pile of unwashed laundry at the foot of my bed. By tomorrow morning it's going to be my freshest-smelling load of dirty laundry ever.
When I asked about the wifi, the guy at the hotel desk told me it was $12.99 for 24 hours. Well, what he didn't say is that the hotel's wifi is also available through Boingo, which charges just $10 a month. Think maybe that's something he could have mentioned?
At 3:00AM I called the desk and ordered a pillow. Whatever.
I got a haircut. But you might not even notice. I told him to leave it long. Partly because I want it long, partly because I didn't trust him. I think it was a good choice. New Yorkers who love their barber or stylist - please comment and tell me who you use.
The super sexy 18 year old bi boy who goes to school upstate is home for the holidays. I was looking forward to seeing him. He almost came over, but his "phone died" and we couldn't coordinate. I'm tempted to believe it's true. But it's been happening so often with different people...
The TV in the hotel was beyond useless. Nice big screen, 25 or so different channels. Nothing on. Ever. I think they do it on purpose to try to sell you VoD movies. But I decided to just stream stuff on my laptop, tiny screen and all. At least I get to choose what to watch. In the end I didn't spend much time watching anyway.
Next stops. Sephora, Bloomingdales, H&M. At Sephora, I was overwhelmed by the vast numbers of tiny bottles and jars with exhorbitant price tags that, as far as I could tell, all do the same thing. Or nothing at all. Who knows, right? I went over to the men's fragrances and sprayed them all on those little tester paper strips (which Sephora actually named "Scenta") and smelled them. I wasn't a fan of 212Men, but I liked 212SexyMen (it's different, dark, not your everyday scent) and Gucci Pour Homme (more classical). Givenchy Play Intense was interesting. Not bad, but probably not for me. Some of them just reeked bad. Malodorous. Interesting that I liked the sexy men but not the plain men...
I also saw the brand of toiletries they had at the hotel. That was cool. A lot of hotels have hotel-branded "specially made" stuff that you can never find in a store (probably because in the store it's sold under the Procter & Gamble label...)
H&M was a hot mess. I would so go there to shop for boys, but it seems the boys aren't for sale. But I digress. So there was a shirt I wanted. I own one, and I wear it all the time, and I want to get a few more just like it. Maybe in a few different colors. Why is this so difficult? So the shirt is $40. But they have another line of shirts for $20. The difference? The $20 line is cut wrong, made from cheap materials and generally just a pile of trash. So why do they adulterate their clothing with inferior stuff like that? Maybe it's a good thing. I don't know. It has happened before. Two vests. Same style and color and everything. One is 100% cotton, the other ersatz polyester. But what really threw me is that when I found the shirt I wanted, it was covered with dust. Looked like it was still there untouched from that last time when I bought the shirt that started this journey. Wow. Dusty clothing on store racks. Big no-no. I didn't buy it.
At Bloomingdales, the dressing rooms were so big and spacious I thought it might be a good place to hook up. Cheaper than a hotel. That idea was dampened when after a few minutes inside an attendant called out, "Eveything fit okay?" But I still think it could work. Hey, it beats the johns in the college library...
I feel like every one of my friends wrote a tweet or a status raving about how awesome the movie Avatar is. I'd never even heard of it until this deluge of viral.
Well you're all caught up now. [Actually, you're not caught up because it took me weeks to actually post this. Sorry, I'll try to get the next piece up son. Stay tuned.]
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
New Year's post
Good evening New York! Welcome to 2010! So New Year's eve was a blast. Clubbing was lots of fun. My friend Alcohol made sure of that. I got to dance with lots of lovely people.
Then I slept a lot for the first few days of the year. I followed my tweeps and read my news feed. I watched YouTube vids, and Family Guy. Oh! I watched Yossi & Jagger. I got confused in the middle when Jagger turned into Lior, so just be aware that they are the same person. Beyond that, I don't want to give away any spoilers. Go watch it. It's only an hour long and available to Watch Instantly from Netflix. You'll appreciate it better if you understand Hebrew, but it has subtitles. It's sad.
Wait. People! Has anything happened in the new year? Like in the news, politics, wars, terrorists? Why haven't I heard a single thing from the real world. Gosh I need to get better connected.
Anyway, I'm typing this on the subway again. It's a pretty convenient time to just type because there is no Internet access to distract me. I should probably work on better distraction-handling.
Wow. I just spent 15 minutes on the train getting to the stop I usually get on at because the bus I usually take comes only once an hour or so, while the bus to the other stop comes like every 10 minutes. So if I don't time the right bus, it's faster to go out of the way. But the whole system is kind of unfortunate.
I booked a hotel for the night, so I'll head over there and then decide what to do. I need some excitement. I really need some good friends, but I'll just soothe myself with excitement until you guys show up.
OMG, when I saved this document, it's the first time I dated something with 2010! Which brings me to the topic of New Year's resolutions. What do I want to change? I think one thing would be to read more. Maybe start a side business or second job. I want to accomplish more at work in less time.
I don't know. I need to reach out for help. TBC
Then I slept a lot for the first few days of the year. I followed my tweeps and read my news feed. I watched YouTube vids, and Family Guy. Oh! I watched Yossi & Jagger. I got confused in the middle when Jagger turned into Lior, so just be aware that they are the same person. Beyond that, I don't want to give away any spoilers. Go watch it. It's only an hour long and available to Watch Instantly from Netflix. You'll appreciate it better if you understand Hebrew, but it has subtitles. It's sad.
Wait. People! Has anything happened in the new year? Like in the news, politics, wars, terrorists? Why haven't I heard a single thing from the real world. Gosh I need to get better connected.
Anyway, I'm typing this on the subway again. It's a pretty convenient time to just type because there is no Internet access to distract me. I should probably work on better distraction-handling.
Wow. I just spent 15 minutes on the train getting to the stop I usually get on at because the bus I usually take comes only once an hour or so, while the bus to the other stop comes like every 10 minutes. So if I don't time the right bus, it's faster to go out of the way. But the whole system is kind of unfortunate.
I booked a hotel for the night, so I'll head over there and then decide what to do. I need some excitement. I really need some good friends, but I'll just soothe myself with excitement until you guys show up.
OMG, when I saved this document, it's the first time I dated something with 2010! Which brings me to the topic of New Year's resolutions. What do I want to change? I think one thing would be to read more. Maybe start a side business or second job. I want to accomplish more at work in less time.
I don't know. I need to reach out for help. TBC
I haven't forgotten you <3
I've been writing posts, but didn't have a chance to edit and upload in a while. They'll be going up shortly, I hope. And with more text than you probably care to read!
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