Found this on a website -- thought each of us should read this. It is tragic that it is popular in Gay Community. One person asked me why I never gave out a cent to the HIV/AIDS organizations -- it's because I'm always broke and what is the point of giving $ to them while so many gay men do this???

Read and absorb the gay sins.

R-

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1)People wearing jockstraps tend to make it with other people
wearing jockstraps. Nobody makes it with people wearing pink
bikinis.

2)You can have a heart attack fucking in the whirlpool.

3)It is extremely hazardous to your health to attempt to inhale
poppers while under water.

4)Saying "I'm resting" to everyone who seeks entry into your room
defeats the purpose of going to the baths.

5)If everyone who said "I don't come here often" was telling the
truth, there would be no one there.

6)Those who lay naked on their stomachs with their asses in the
air remind one of electric pencil sharpeners.

7)Conversations in the orgy room should be kept to a minimum.
Grunts, groans, notices that "I'm coming," and invitations to do
it in a room instead are acceptable; discussions of the weather,
ex-lovers, favorite lubricants, the quality of the darkness, and
the pros and cons of cockrings are not.

8)If you are looking for a wonderfully spiritual union with a
kindred spirit, you are in the wrong place.

9)Do not assume that the guys walking into walls are on some weird
new drug; most likely, they have just left their glasses in
their lockers. It is better to look good than to see good.

10)Once in a while, do your good deed for the gay: let an old troll
suck your cock. Such magnanimous gestures are duly recorded by
the Great Faggot in the Sky, and when you are an old troll, the
favors will be returned in kind. Yes, Virginia, that's the way
it works.

11)Please realize that bathrooms, even those at the tubs, do have
legitimate purposes. Giving someone a blowjob in a cubicle while
outside the locked door seven guys are turning various shades of
green will not make you popular.

12)If you are tempted to wear a Lacoste shirt with your towel,
understand that many people would find it a capital offense.

13)Finish what you start.

14)If you see a man in a room with a can of Crisco, a thick belt,
and a bottle of poppers neatly arrayed on the little table,
before entering, be certain you know the purpose of all three
items.

15)When it's past the wrist is not the time to say "no".

16)It's okay to bring your own rope; it's not okay to tie yourself
up.

17)Spending seventy-two consecutive hours at the tubs will neither
destroy your reputation nor greatly enhance it.

18)If you are at the baths busily cheating on your lover, don't
make a scene should you discover him there.

19)People who say, "I've never done that before," should be
informed that the ability to deep throat is not genetic.

20)Those who lose the keys to their rooms or lockers are never
heard from again.

21)The law of increasing good looks: People tend to become more
attractive the longer you are there.

22)In the dark all cats are gray, but ten inches is still better
than six inches.

23)Men with small cocks can be sexually tremendous if they are
technically proficient, but men with big dicks don't have to
know a damn thing.

24)Doing it for England is as valid a reason for doing it as any.

25)A primitive tribe in Borneo does not have a word for "no" in its
language. Natives deny sexual favors by looking mournful and
saying, "I'd like to, but I just came."

26)After you've been fucked by twelve guys in the orgy room, you
will never again convince anyone with your coy routine.

27)Asking to borrow someone's cockring is even more tasteless than
asking to borrow someone's comb.

28)Law of maximum discomfort: When they call your room number or
locker number to the front desk you will inevitably be in a
position impossible to get out of quickly without seriously
injuring yourself.

29)You can cause a panic by yelling, "There's a man in room 379!"

30)For a real hoot, go to the baths without having used alcohol or
drugs. It is truly amazing how fabulously you will be able to
make out when you are the only one there in a solid state.

31)Giggling is not a correct response to, "Wanna fuck?"

32)If you can remember the title of the porno movie that was
showing in the "rest section", you did not have a good time.

33)It is pointless to consider why guys who won't even talk to you
at the bars are so eager to suck your cock at the baths.

34)Spending more than two hours with one number at the baths makes
you two "an item." More than four hours makes you engaged. On a
good night, it is possible to commit bigamy.

35)For some unknown reason, it is considered embarrassing to make
it with someone you already know.

36)No one ever believes the line, "We're really not lovers."

37)At all times, remember that tubbing is a participation, not a
spectator sport.

38)Spending hours deciding what to wear to the tubs is a
particularly inane waste of time.

39)Never try to explain the baths to heterosexuals.

40)Possession of more than three bath cards makes you a serious
faggot.

41)Georgina's law of the weight room: People working out are doing
it for your benefit, not theirs.

42)Formal attire means a black jockstrap.

43)Contrary to popular belief, one can indeed be too clean.

44)You can never be too rich, too muscular, or have too big of a

dick.

45)Believe it or not, it is possible to have good sex without using
poppers. A man in New Jersey claims to do it all the time.


And those are the Rules Of The Baths. Use them wisely and pass the
knowledge along to those newcomers who may need it.

Ahh. I just turned 30 last Sunday. It was a somber day for me.

Last Friday, I went to Sweet & Vicious Bar in Lower East Side to mingle with some deaf people ... it is the monthly Deaf Professional Happy Hour. I was VEE VEE at people there. Especially Dina Raevsky. That lady has no class or shame.

Then on Saturday night, my friends and I got together to celebrate my birthday and it was very cold. We went to The Cock, they went because they heard a lot about it from me. And I enjoyed it very much. Joe the Slutty One, as usual, ruined the night for me as he vanished with someone he met. The more I observed Joe, the more I agreed with Ben Vess.

Speaking of Ben, I need to email him and Aaron to find out when will they sneak in back to Manhattan?

Maria is champ. She is wild gal. Yet, she is an interpreter!

Speaking of an interpreter, there is a guy in NYC who is hearing but posed himself as deaf. His name is none other than Wes. Pitiful character.

Mikey got a BMW? From his mother? I question that. I should call the IRS and see what happens next. Hee hee.

This weekend, I'm going to flee to Philadelphia to see Jason and Gus. Hopefully, I'll be at peace for a weekend. I even will see Darlene Ewan! That is going to be great -- we'll spend the whole time backstabbing Ritchie Bryant!!

Bitch, am I? Deal with it. After all, I'm 30 as of now. 1/3 (or 1/2) of my life is gone, gotta do something about it!

R-

Sorry for not writing on daily basis (yeah, right), but just wanted to throw some interesting stuff about what I did last weekend (Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday).

Last Thursday, Ben V. came to visit *me* in New York!!

We went to The Hole where he was certainly impressed with the liberal attitudes of that shaggy bar. Then I freaked out -- the FTM trannie is BACK! Ben saw him (her?) and I told him that it was that guy! He was in state of disbelief. Suffice to say, I avoided that trannie all night long.

On Friday, Ben and I spent the day at work and around Manhattan -- we went to the 30th Anniversary Greenwich Village Parade but it was so packed that we could not get in 6 Avenue from 5 Avenue! :-( But we saw many bizarre stuff -- I also saw a guy dressing up as Roy Horn with a stuffed white tiger biting his neck! LOL.

Saw Superman wearing a neck brace. Hee hee. Saw one GORGEOUS costume -- Neo of The Matrix series! He dressed so *perfect*.

Then we went to The Cock where he came in without a problem. He was surprised to see the "activities" in the backroom. The antics that they do ... I smiled. One guy who is the CEO of Evian bottles or something -- he hits on Ben so Ben told him that I'm his boyfriend. Hahahaha! He invited us for a dinner the next day but it was spoiled because one little pesky guy stole him for the night ... we had no desire to follow up on that crap -- yes, one little pesky guy is deaf slut.

On Saturday, we travelled across the Brooklyn Bridge, WTC site, Chelsea Piers, Battery Park and drove in the cab around ... took him to XL Lounge. Blah, blah, blah. Didnt sleep until Ben hopped on the bus towards Washington.

*sigh*

I miss him already. Aaron needs to come and share him with me. 3? Perhaps ... ;-)

Then on Sunday, I spent the whole day sleeping in my lair (for Brooke, it is liar) to recuperate my energies.

On Monday, I met a cute guy at SBNY (I went to see Walter and chit-chatted) and his name is Steve. Shortly, I saw that FTM trannie again! He (She?) came to me and asked me why I did not talk to him. I thought of a way -- I said, "Did you see that guy wearing orange coat last Thursday? That deaf guy? Yeah, that is Ben! He asked me to be his boyfriend so I accepted."

He resigned to this idea and said "Congratulations," and walked away ... perhaps for ever.

Thank you, Ben.

R-

P.S. Thank you, Aaron, for letting Ben be my boyfriend for a weekend. ;-)

Few days ago, I went to the grocery store on 14th Street in Manhattan. Stood in a line at the counter. Paid for my food. Saw the polaroid pictures of many persons holding things such as candies, milk, meat, pasta, turkey, et al by the window just right off the counters.

It looked like it is some kind of winner for some prizes. I asked a lady about it. She said, "Shoplifters". I gasped and looked at it all over again.

I noticed something interesting. Most shoplifters are women. Most of these women stole the stuff that is considered to be very basic to the human's needs like milk, bread, meat et al. Most men stole junk foods.

That is interesting, eh.

Only in New York, my dear, only in NEW YORK!!

R-

Today is sunday. My roommate's computer really sucked over the weekend. It keeps timed out every 10 to 15 minutes. It drives me nuts.

Last Thursday night, went to XL, guess who I bumped into ... again?! The creators of Chelsea Boys! Turns out that they were promoting their book in a bar. So I decided to take 6 CB postcards and have them sign for my special friends -- expect to see them in your mailboxes. Only six of you, sorry.

Then on Friday, I got to wear jeans at work! My boss announced the day before that it is allowed for that particular day. Yay! Then one of my consumers told me nonchalantly that she has the Speech Class with Robert DeNiro's son. I was surprised and it turned out that his son is deaf.

After work, JD took me to the storage facility to collect all of my stuff OUT for good. Yay. He's great guy. Then I spent all night unpacking and decorating my bedroom in Park Slope. It looks cramped, cozy and nice.

After that, I fled to The Cock to meet Little Joe. I was fucked up. One guy tried to make fun of me by imitating my language and I shoved him down and cussed him out. He was stunned. LOL. After that, I talked with the bouncer about letting my friends from DC entering even they are underage. She smiled and said, "As long as they pay $5 for admission." Radical.

The next day, I was stunned that I bought 6 used books. Apparently, I was drunk that I bought these books on Avenue A (they always sell these books on the streets in the middle of the night) for the total of $13. Not bad.

Saturday and Sunday was very quiet -- as I spent the time in my bedroom -- oozing in my own room with my own stuff. Now what I need is a permanent boyfriend. Any volunteer? ;-)

Cheers,

R-

Cincinnati State University is stupid.

Anyone who pushed my friend out is utterly stupid.

Beth & CWO, get the fuck out of Cincinnati. Let's rule NYC by my side. ;-)

Where is Keith? I miss him silly.

Aaron & Benis, you guys have to come to New York as soon as possible.

Halloween is next week -- and the best thing is ... it is on FRIDAY NIGHT!!

I just finished Under The Banner of Heaven and Chelsea Boys, 16th book is now ... The Serbs by Tim Judah.

Tonight, I'm heading out to McKenna's Pub, XL Lounge and ... maybe, The Cock.

Wait and see. It is cold but yet so great to be in New York.

David Gest is so dramatic. A tiger should bite him.

Nanc needs to be here so that we can wreck Manhattan.

I just found out that the ferry boats to Staten Island is *free*. No wonder about the accident.

Until then,

R-

One time I read my sister's favorite graphic novel (series) called AKIRA -- it is about a telepahtic struggle between some weird people caused by the secret scientists in Tokyo before one of the subjects annihilated the large portions of the city. Then years later, someone tried to revive or incorporate the powers of Akira, there are groups that were created to protect the secrets of Akira, some sponsored by the government -- some aren't. However, what I'm trying to say is that in one group not sanctioned by the government, run by Lady Miyako. She is also telepathic and trained her loyal followers how to manipulate the metaphysical energies. At one point, she and her two loyal bodyguards were trapped by one powerful telepathic being who wanted to absorb Lady Myiako -- they fought by focused on pushing and the other kept on pushing -- it became a stalemate, caused the rocks, grounds, walls to break -- one of debris tapped on Lady Miyako's bodyguard's cheek, distracted his focus as he was hurled to the wall so fast that his body and blood splatted all over. Lady Miyako shouted, "FOCUS! Don't LOOK!"

Well, I was that bodyguard last weekend.

Last Saturday, went to see friends at a bar. Chatted with them. So I say SYL and head off to The Cock Bar. One guy approached me and chatted with me. He's cute, has a goatee. Very cute. We talked. Then he kissed me. Since he kissed me, why not continue this drama, right? So I did. Then he told me that he had something to share and hoped that I am cool. He used to be a woman.

That totally shattered my Saturday night.

On Sunday, I went to the storage and got my stuff out (some, but not all of them) -- then went to The Dugout -- heard that it is very popular on Sundays for bears. Saw Ryan Reins for the first time in 11 years. He gained. 'Nuff said. His first response was: "Ricky? You looked so different -- you lost a lot!" How nice. Then I saw a cute guy named Carlos. Gave him my email address. Well, I have to try.

Then on Monday night, my mind was set on going to Barnes & Noble Booksellers on 6 Avenue and 21st St in order to meet and get the book autographed by the creators of Chelsea Boys.

I wanted to make an impact on the creators, I had an idea. I got in touch with Walter and asked him to meet me at BN in the center of the audience so we can chatted with each other during the reading lecture, primarily because I *knew* they would not provide an interpreter at all. I also wrote a brief note stating that I am Ricky, that I enjoyed reading their works for the last 3 years. That I was not surprised that they lacked an interpreter for me to enjoy their comments on the book. Am I bad? ;-) I also mentioned that in every gay community, there is always a deaf gay person -- the book is notorious for including every group possible but I fail to see a deaf gay person.

I gave it to him at the book-signing. The authors wrote a nice note, saying that seeing me and Walter in the middle of the audience was all they needed -- they gave me the e-mail address. I said, "Why?" They said they wanted to create a deaf gay character and me to help out. Ain't that fuckin' cool? :-)

R-