Fire Island I: The Transportation

As the sun arose over the skyscrapers of Manhattan and into my apartment, I rolled off the bed. Cynthia smiled and said, "We have to get ready! But we are so fucked up!" I nodded and laughed. Showertime. We parted as she hopped in a truck with her friends en route to Sayville. I went to the subway to get to Penn Station to meet BJ, LJ, Web, Katie, Patrice and few others.

$12 for a Long Island Railroad (LIRR) round-trip to Sayville in Long Island. $3 for a van trip to the Ferry from the Sayville LIRR Station. $8 for the round-trip to Fire Island by Ferry service. So in total, $26 for the whole trip itself. It is like going to Six Flags just to get in the park!

On the train, I noticed that there are hundreds of gay men heading out to Fire Island. They are mostly twinks, pretty bois and muscular men.

Did you know that on my right foot, I can force my toes to say "Fuck you"? Well, it sounds lame, but I can. And I shared the secret with my friends on the train.

Fire Island is about a mile outside of Long Island. BJ explained that we were going to The Pines, the site of "Invasion" which occurs on 4th of July. He explained that some years ago, the Pines does not welcome drag queens. So some drag queens decided to invade in the area, forcing The Pines to accept them at all costs. Thus marked the annuall "invasion" of The Pines.

On Fire Island, The Pines is on the eastern edge of the island with Cherry Grove on its western edge. Meatracks is situated between these two communities. It is interesting to note that no papers talked about Meatracks but everyone talked about it informally.

When I arrived at The Pines, I was bewildered at the numbers of gay men. It appeared that we might need a gay passport to enter a gay nation. Fire Island is a gay nation unto itself.

More about The Pines in Fire Island II.

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A New Name

Mary Washington College in Fredericksburg, Virginia will transform itself from MWC to UMW. Yeah, the University of Mary Washington.

Sounds bad? Maybe.

Why did I mention this? Actually, nothing at all. Just thought it is interesting to mention that since it sits between my parents' home and Washington, DC. I also lived in Spotsylvania which is few minutes from MWC when I was a wee child.

Not only that, Gallaudet plays in the same conference with them as well ... Can you imagine Gallaudet University being "The University of Gallaudet"?

EW.

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Doing A Duty, Really

I am doing this for a certain friend somewhere in the United States who wants to use my avenue to spread the Word.

This is the last time I do this for you -- next time, make your own blog, baby.

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* * *

"I was informed by my sources in the Deaf Community that Ted Sims of Illinois was arrested for having sexual relationship a 11 year old girl and a 13 year old girl"

"He has had a history of doing this, which is why his wife left him a couple years ago. Nobody wants this lowlife welfare-collecting sicko who never works and spends his days chasing young innocent girls thru the internet."

"This 43 year old man is sick and disgusting. Avoid Jacksonville, Illinois which is where he lives."

My Flat Ass

I also hated my ass. It is flat. I acknowledged it. There, I say it. Beth talked about her boobs. Now Char told me that there is an article that talked about the bigger boobs, the smarter women are. Now what about the flat ass?

Speaking of my flat ass, last year, the guy I had been seeing in the District, Rob complained fervently that I got a flat ass and that I need to work it up. I'm like, "How?"

Walk up and down the stairs. Make sure you push your ass out. Do it daily. Rob said.

Oh, I responded.

Who gives a fuck? Well, apparently the world and I do.

Last Sunday night at The Park, I was struggling to get to the bar, someone grabbed my ass. I was stunned and turned to see a muscular guy grinning at me. Of course, I was surprised at the magnitude of this scope, mainly because he is cute. I smiled a little. I quickly typed on my pager and showed it to him. He laughed out loud and hugged me. It reads: "Enjoy my flat ass?"

Then he typed back, "I like guys who has flat ass."

Oh. My first time in meeting a guy who likes that.

Nice, nice to be groped by someone who is attractive.

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Andy and Jack

Some people asked me why I classified Andy's Blog as "Worthless".

One word: Hypocrite.

He proclaims to be a Republican conservative. He thrives Reagan. He thinks Bush is doing a great job. He attacks Kerry at all costs. He is a barebacker. Yes, he was exposed by Signorile Michelangelo few years of having a barebackcity.com profile which he uses the alias name to scourge for any guys (it was mentioned that guys who wanted to be converted is welcome to get in touch with him) to fuck without condoms.

Basically, he sucks.

As for Jack Ryan, that fool conservative Republican who was vying for a position in the United States Senate has backed out of the race after he lost control of his "conservative looks" after the courts unsealed his interests in public sex.

Speaking of HIV, it may sound like I'm bit obsessed on HIV stuff since James mentioned that I am pretty harsh on HIV Positive guys. Maybe I am.

I was reading some websites and stumbled upon an interesting speculation -- here it reads:

Another speculation -- one of HIV's nastier tricks is that it crosses the blood/brain barrier and eats away at brain tissue, with resulting dementia.

No wonder I get that vibe when I read GeekSlut and Andrew's blogs.

Have a good weekend.

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Cuddle Party?!

THIS one I will have to email and find out!

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A Legitimate Question

I want a hearing person to answer this. This is not supposed to be an insult. I think a lot of Deaf persons would like to know about this.

Why are you guys obsessed with the sounds?

I'm sick of hearing people talking about how great the sounds are. I'm sick of seeing people revolving their lives around music. I'm sick of people trying to live by the sounds.

Frankly, the music is nice when it is relaxing and when I am in the mood. But overall, when I want a quiet time, the sounds are to be completely CUT OFF. No music allowed, no volumes allowed. In fact, I always made sure that my TV set is off.

But the question is: Why are you obsessed with the music?

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What Will I Do On 4th of July?

That is still up in the air. I got an invitation to stay with a friend in Fire Island. Mark wants to go. He is supposed to leave for Wichita today, but his new beau begged him to stay for another week. Sigh.

Anyway, Mark wants me to go with him to Fire Island. I'm not fond of beaches, I'm not fond of pretty bois, guys who are 59 years old but call themselves bois, guys who shaved their chests and shriek like a girl, guys who are narcissitic by all means.

But I never "touched" Fire Island. I should give it a shot to decide if I like it or not. I'm sure that I will bump into many familiar faces at Fire Island. I'd like to check Cherry Grove, The Pines and that infamous Meatracks to get the general idea of why fags love Fire Island. From what I was told, the island is full of out-of-control folks with little control by the local police.

But the problem is that I do not like the beach! I do not like to clean my feet right after walking in the beach, I do not like to find sand in my head and so on.

I ABSOLUTELY HATE THE BEACHES!!!

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Size 38?

After the debacle of my relationship with Todd, my first and foremost boyfriend when I was in high school, I had no one to turn to. Not even my parents, friends, teachers or anyone else in the state of Virginia.

I was hurting.

I plunged into a depression (I never noticed) but either way, I sank and gained a lot. I went from the waist size 36 to 50. That was a cue. 50 is ugly. After some years of battling depression, I am able to keep it in check and move onwards. Slowly, I am now rolling back to size 40. For some time, I struggled to break the obstacle in reaching thirtysomething.

Last weekend, I think I just crossed the line as my pants kept on falling down. It is now to Size 38!!

Yay. This week, I plan to sign up at a local gymnasium to work out and improve my health. It is my hope that in a year or less, I will look good and healthy.

Cheers,

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Hearies Can Be Stupid

Last night, Mark and I chatted at The Phoenix. We were trying to talk as much as can be before he goes home to Wichita, Kansas. One hearing guy came over to talk with Mark, I was bit annoyed because Mark is with me to chat more before he departs.

I'm sick of hearing men thinking they have the right to bump in and take over the attention.

I was patient enough. I looked at his t-shirt. I liked the comments it said: "Sorry, Girls ... I Only Suck Dicks."

I thought it was cute. I pointed to his t-shirt and said, "I like it."

He said, "What?"

I like it.

He gave me the facial expression that was somewhat "No, no, no. Not me."

I was perplexed. He asked me by paper pad, "You tried to ask me to suck you?"

I gave him the ugly stare. I said, "I like your t-shirt, I don't want your mouth on my cock!"

He turned to ask Mark if I hated him. Dofus bag. Mark snickered. I told Mark that I already hated him a week ago!

That guy was bit scared of me since I stopped talking to him. I just discarded him as I do when I am done with newspaper into a trash bin.

Later, at the bar, we ordered two Bud Light. Jim, the bartender knew we were Deaf. Jim kept on insisting to use his voice with Mark. Mark cannot read at all. I can read a little. Mark was confused. And Jim was very rude and abrasive, he rolled his eyes when Mark flinched his eyes as not to understand what Jim said.

I interrupted Jim that he cannot understand a word he said. Jim said, "He has to try."

I said, "Stop barking with that voice, and write it down."

Jim got pissed off and refused to serve me all night long.

Who was rude?

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Who Is Carrie?

When I was a student at Gallaudet, I used the VAX WhatsupX Notes Confab, there was a gal who kept on using these words: Facinorous grin. My roommate from California said that there is no such word for facinorous. We searched through some dictionaries and asked Carrie in whatsupX Notes Confab that there is no such thing as "facinorous". She said that it is an old English word. Sure enough, we found it.

Later, we met in person ... long story. But I did not care much for her. She stared at me as if I was evil. I smirked. I was on the floor, peeking out of my bedroom. It was silly thing. But one thing led to the other, Carrie and I talked.

And hung out. Carrie can talk very well and can hear. She said she is Hard of Hearing. I shook my head. I said, "You're Deaf."

She shook her head, "No, I can speak and hear a little, therefore I am Hard of Hearing."

I said, "Stop it, Carrie. You are Deaf even if you can hear a little and speak very well. There are many Deaf people in the past who can hear and speak but they call themselves Deaf."

It is all about pride and confidence, really.

IN that semester, we hang out together so much to a point where she has to go back home, she objected to her parents that the television set must have the captions at all times. Good for her.

From there, we are pretty good friends. We do almost everything together during the year. Remember Cowden thing? Amazing. Remember the jerk-off? And all that stuff.

Today, I'm proud that Carrie is able to stand up and say, "Fuck you, I am Deaf and don't you call me HoH!"

Cheers,

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Tom Tricoli Needs To Be Crippled

Tom Tricoli is not human at all. He is not even a male, to start with.

Often, Deaf people tends to develop codes and slangs to chat with each other. It is their way to shield themselves from hearing people like Tom. It is always tragic that he would mock at the grammatical structures of American Sign Language.

Reading his blog is pretty pitiful to read because it is full of inane remarks. None of it is true, of course.

American Sign Language is visual language, we pick up the images and convert it into words of our own to prevent an ordinary faggot like Tom Tricoli from understanding our conversations. From there, he was able to interpret on his own and mock at it.

He does not have a career, all he does is to manage a bar. It is sad. So SYL to you and do us a favor, please die, Tom Tricoli!

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Kenfucky Is Fag Factory?

Over the years, I observed Deaf people from different places all across the world. Kentucky seems to breed more gay guys than anywhere else in the United States!!

To my best knowledge, I knew of approximately 15 guys who are gay from Kenfucky.

Wonder why?

Must be in the air or water. Umm.

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In Search Of BnB Inn

I am in mood to get out of the city in few weeks. I want to stay at a gay-owned Bed and Breakfast Inn in a rural area such as Vermont, New Hampshire or Pennsylvania. I really needed to dip in a pool and a jacuzzi with an empty mind.

Much to my delight, lots of BnB Inns are relatively well-priced.

Only time will tell before I make an announcement.

It is more likely that I will take a couple of hearing friends (What?!) with me and perhaps, one deaf person to a secluded place for the weekend. Not only that, it is my wish that the BnB Inn be in the Appalachian Mountains.

Why? Because my roots are from there. I grew up there in Staunton which is located in Shenandoah Valley of the Appalachian Mountains. My father came from Big Stone Gap, a tiny town in the southwestern part of Virginia just few miles from the state line of Kentucky.

Speaking of Big Stone Gap, check my home page and see the Powell Valley. That is where BSG is located in. And there is a novel called "Big Stone Gap" by Adriana Trigiani who now lives in New York. To understand the depths of my affection for these backward folks, read her novel.

Ahh.

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Rayni Is Finished, Who's Next?

Last weekend during the 35th year of Stonewall Riots, Rayni said "yeah, whatever" to Eric and got married in Las Vegas. My congratulations, Rayni.

Of course, Rayni never said "yeah, whatever". I was being silly.

That is 2nd marriage in few weeks. Will I be married to a guy of my dreams? I do not know. Only the Fates know.

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New Assortments On My Blogsite

I added few interesting blogs -- vividblurry is a gay guy from DC, he is absolutely blunt and honest with his thoughts. It astounded me to no end. I tend to make fun of things around me. I tend to ridicule. But this one just trashed things when he is up to it. Todd's Blog is nice. I enjoyed reading it very much.

I also decided to classify "Abandoned Friends" for these who do not update their blogs.

I am tired of reading people's favorite blogs. I wanted to do something different. I am doing the list that I think is plainly inane and worthless to deal with. Why did I do that? Because I can.

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The Pride Weekend

The Pride Weekend was fun-filled for me. So many things has happened over the weekend.

Made new friends, met old friends, saw stuff that my friends out of town probably never saw in DC or Wichita.

Last night, I befriended a cute, timid and innocent boy at The Park -- lowered my legs in the jacuzzi and chatted with him via my pager. He was nice fella. But a twink. he said he works as a Hostess at a particular restaurant. I teased him by popping a question that he works at McDonalds. He is cute when he was fuming.

The Park was packed. Roy's friend accidentally fell in the jacuzzi -- so did my roommate. Manny tossed an empty cigarette pack into the dancing crowd mainly because he was so frustrated because it was so fuckin' packed.

Last Saturday night, stuff were pretty the same. It was packed. We all loitered all night long. It was ridiculous. Merritt shot a good quote that made me laugh so hard, "Did Reagan forget to die a while ago?"

I've decided to do something interesting with my blog. I shall establish the list of blogs that I find it stupid, inane and pitiful. How's that, dude?

I just read a weblog by one HIV Poz who said that he thinks he has the right to unload into a negative guy who pestered him to get HIV. I thought it was stupid of him, that person is obvious suicidal and in need of help. Do you let people jump off the building if they want to kill themselves? Having HIV/AIDS is a living death. It slowly eats you up, ultimately takes your looks, brains and withered you to your own death.

GeekSlut's comments proved that I should *not* contribute a cent to HIV/AIDS organizations. I do not want to contribute money to any organizations that deals with people who WANTED to convert and be converted.

And I agreed with one writer who said that gay people needs lesbians, because when hard times come for a certain persons, Lesbians always help out. Gay men vanished so fast that you could not register a thought or two. It is so true.

I got several numbers from several persons, I wonder what to do them? Call them? And get to know them? By fingerspelling so slowly for eternity? I do not know ...

Later,

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No One Can Deny ...

No one can deny the facts that even though the Pride Parade & Festival occurs tomorrow (Sunday the 27th), lots of dramas already ensued in the last few days.

The Hole last Thursday night with Merritt, Manny and Mark are simply hilarious, impossible to describe and outrageous. Simply put, it was a situation that shall remain in these hallowed grounds. Like Las Vegas posted its TV ads, "What happens in Vegas stays here."

Suffice to say, we are all busy. We are heading out to check out the places ... might take a cruise tonight or head out to Boysroom. See see.

Later and behave!

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Update: Benis & Awon Ain't Coming

Me mad. Me sad. But me never hates 'em. Honestly, who can hate 'em?

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Who Has That?

You know, I think Chlms has something that not many people could say it outright.

Her high school diploma was signed by William J. Clinton. Her Bachelor of Arts (Or B.S.) degree was signed by William J. Clinton. Then her Masters Degree was also signed by William J. Clinton as well.

How? Chlms attended Arkansas School for the Deaf in Little Rock which is operated by the state, thereby WJC was the Governor. Gallaudet University normally have the U.S. Presidents to do the carbon-copy signatures on all degrees. Chlms got BA and MA (actually, her second MA) at Gallaudet.

Who can claim to that?

Chlms, fuck you. You know what I'm talking about. :-) *flicks my hair behind*

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Bright Blue?

After work, Cynthia and I walked with sheer anticipation to see what Merritt and Manny did to our apartment. We were sufficiently stunned. They descerated my apartment and painted the walls bright blue.

Now I am afraid that Cynthia might get drunk and mistook the bright blue as a pool and jump into a wall.

That was BEAUTIFUL work. Wow. The living room/bedroom is still messy but Merritt claims that it will be done by 1 PM today. Then in time for 3 people to arrive from Virginia and the District.

That is going to be crazy weekend, my friends.

This is going to be a short entry today because Janyce is here for an inspection ... I have to take her on 3-building tour. Wish me luck.

I just checked out a blogsite whom I cannot stand this morning. That dude thinks he has the license to make fun of others but feels that I was overboard in terms of ridiculing and humiliating him. Well, tough luck. Life ain't fair, when an opportunity arises for me to seize and kick your ass, you bet I will take it to my advantages. Meanwhile, somebody get me a whiffle bat to whack him down.

It is one thing to object something but for one to ridicule one's objections is insensitive and overboard. Such an angry person with vile comments ... *yawn*. Waitress, give me the check so I'm out of here!

Oh, by the way, the gang and I will venture out tonight ... perhaps to The Hole, Urge, Boysroom or The Slide. It depends on how cheap the group is.

Later,

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Once A Republican, Always A Hypocrite

When Monica Lewinsky sucked President Clinton's cock in the Oval Office, they did not invite the world to see their sexual tryst. It was one-on-one, a secret thing. A fling that millions of people on this planet do *all* the time.

Check the sex clubs, check the Triple XXX events, and check the Union Station's Men's Bathroom by the food court where Dorian Fletcher frequented. Yeah, there are swingers organizations across the nation that sponsored the events. Yeah, these barebacking parties. These tea rooms. You get the point here.

The majority of participants are more likely to be the Republicans. The P Street Beach between DuPont Circle and Georgetown in the District often brought the drunk gay men to the dark forest where married, closeted Republicans from Georgetown lurked inside the park, waiting for the drunk gay men to zip down their pants so these cock-deprived Republicans can feast and guzzle some anonymous cum down their throats.

When President Clinton cummed into Monica's dress out of exhilarating orgasm, the Republicans and Ken Starr were *so* fast in criticizing him. They singled him out.

I'm like, "Shut up, you twerps. You are no better than Clinton. Look at you, I saw you sucking someone else last night at that park..."

Now with this story coming out, I hadn't seen anyone complaining about this. Not even a Republican. Where is Ken Starr? Ack, who wants him? Such an ugly piece of shit. Where is Newt Gingrich? He dumped his wife for a younger whore. Where is Rush Limbaugh? He is divorcing his third wife.

Well, all I can say is ... once a Republican, always a hypocrite.

Honey, it is getting tiresome.

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Here They Are ... !

Last night, I walked to my place and had a long nap (mainly because I did not feel well). I was startled by Pepe, our obnoxious demonic housecat, jumping across the bed as if someone is at the door. I turned to see Sheba barking in a low sound. Enough to emit a sound for me to feel on my bed.

Went to open the door only to see Manny and Merritt standing by the door.

Oh, sweet God. It is Pride Week! Up next is Mark, Jason, Awon and Benis to arrive in the next few days.

Of course, when Manny and Merritt were here, we talked about PEOPLE in the District. Oh, man.

All I can say is that even if NYC does not have a great Deaf Gay Community, I'm glad to be here. It is so dramatic down in the District. I am done with petty and childish behaviors. I'm too old for that.

Thank God for this week, it is going to be very flexible week for me. There is no "structured" plan this week. With Mark, Jason, Awon, Benis, Manny and Merritt, it is impossible to plan ahead in advance. Suffice to say, we will party.

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Amarillo, Texas

I drove across the country. One time, I was driving westward on Interstate 40 about 100 miles west of Oklahoma City on the way to Amarillo, Texas. It was pretty hot, sunny and humid day. Then I saw a massive ominous clouds on the horizons. One best thing about the Panhandle Texas is its lack of trees, you can see the lands for miles and miles.

Anyway, the clouds were rolling in much faster towards us and me driving towards them. Suddenly, I was dumped with heavy hailstorm that I panicked and saw the bridge over the interstate highway, I quickly parked under it. Several cars followed my methods. I was stunned at the storm's fiercest response. The hails were smaller than golf balls, really. Several trucks also parked next to us, shielding my car from further damages.

About 20 minutes later, the sky brightened up as if nothing ever happened. Back to hot and humid.

I like Amarillo. It is All-American Beef City! Check this out for what happened last night at Amarillo.com.

On other hand, we have fourth beheadings by Islamic extremists. Soon, it will be hundreds to a point where Stalin once said, "A death is always tragedy, but a hundred deaths are just statistics." Let's just chop some Muslims' heads off.

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On My Command

Few years ago, Bray, Irvine and I had a conversation about getting attention. Bray complained that he is in the mood to get everyone's attention -- He wanted it so bad so that he can see what it is like to be constantly mentioned by others for few days.

I told him that it can be arranged. Irvine groaned and giggled. I told him about the plan. Bray smiled so hard, we did the "RIB" thing to keep the secrecy going.

I told him that in order for him to be a prima donna queen, he has to do something drastic ... something to pull the rabbit out of a hat and brought everyone to a standstill. He wanted that. I offered him the solution. He took it to his heart.

He also worked as the mascot of Gallaudet, he has to don a costume as a Bison and joined with the cheerleaders at the basketball games.

Irvine and I sat in the back rows of the Field House during the men's basketball game between Gallaudet and some team from Pennsylvania. It was very hot and tight game. At the halftime, Irvine and I approached Bray in a classroom and asked him when will he pulls the antic? Bray was sweating profusely due to the fact that the mascot itself is wool and heavy. He smiled and said, "Soon, soon."

In the second half, with 7 minutes left, Gallaudet was down by 3 points. Bray did it. Bray, inside the mascot, fainted. He knocked a cheerleader down and tumbled on a bleacher, then onto the floor. The female cheerleader tried to pull him up by kicking him in his torso (!!!) first. Then tried to call him by shaking his shoulders. No response.

The cheerleaders panicked. The fans stood up to look at the mascot. One guy ran down to get some help, he uttered: "BISON IS DEAD!!"

The basketball game was halted for a minute or two. The players (both teams) watched the mascot being attended by people, trying to free him of his mascot. It was such a drama. People came to assist Bray and hauled him out of the gymnasium. People were standing and watching Bray.

Irvine and I were amazed at the audience. Bray actually wrecked the gymnasium. I snickered. Irvine tried to suppress his laughter.

People's attention towards the game was ultimately wrecked. Gallaudet men's basketball team fell apart after the "halt" and lost by more than twenty points. Tough luck, I'm sure Bray ruined the players' mental focus on the game, really.

Irvine and I went on to check with Bray who were assisted by the campus police, EMTs and blah. Bray then looked at me and gave me a quick wink at me to acknowledge that he did it. I suppressed the smile and said, "Are you OK?"

Oh, lord. He did it on my command. For the next few days, he was the big talk on the campus. Even basketball players came to ask him if he's OK. We swear to each other to keep it a secret for a semester or two.

Bray, thanks for the memories!

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Deaf World Is One Tiny World

I was browsing through Amy's albums. What stunned me the most is ... Jeff's brother's wife! I knew her. The last time I talked with her was in '88 and she virtually vanished on me ever since. Little did I know that Kim married Chris!!

Sometimes I love the Deaf Community. Sometimes it is a pain in the ass. Amy, can you talk to Kim and find out about Greg Crane of Seattle, Washington? I exhausted my search for Greg a while ago, it is kinda sad, really.

Today, I still smile when I thought of what you once said to me, "The only way for you to identify me and my twin sister is through our breasts. Me tiny, Emily huge and she brags about it." Sure enough, when I first met Emily, I was terrorized by her huge breasts which she added by pushing these out for the world to see. You were like, "Emily, pull it in! Stop showing it off!"

Few years ago, I saw Emily at Gallaudet Homecoming, she was dating that hot guy from Alabama who is also a bit airhead to start with. That guy is a fuckin' hairy. That is hot.

Jeff absolutely looked so different. There is no way in Heavens or Hell that I will be able to recognize him. Did you, Amy, wake up in the middle of the night and wondered who he is next to you? ;-)

Small world, damn it.

Last night, I went to The Cock for the first time in weeks. I observed lots of people struggling to get drinks while I have no problem at all. It is a blessing to have friends in high places. ;-)

At one point, I was staring at someone else and quickly typed on my pager for someone else who paged me. Then sent it without looking down at it for any miserrors. One guy next to me touched me and spoke, "Wow, you typed so fast on this tiny pager and you did not even look at it." I nodded and said on a paper pad, "Practice makes it perfect."

Such a life for me. Sometimes I type while I walk, but I never look down. I only keep my head up and try my best. Of course, there are few errors, but the numbers are very low. Not bad for a guy like me ...

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Who Is Corey?

The picture which I posted below with me is Corey Tut. He works as a bartender at several bars which I frequented. He also works as DJ at different bars as well. When I first met him, he has a tough-looking face. Kinda scrawny but so tough. I met him at The Hole when he was doing the music.

I love his music and videos. I swear that if the Rock Festival had him as DJ, nobody will dance. Because everyone will stare at his outrageous videos. You would sit and do not want to miss the next scene. The anticipation is there. I often stopped talking with friends each time they changed the scene because I wanted to see what Corey is doing the next thing.

From there, we became good friends. 'nuff said, he's cool dude.

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Rains Are Not The Only Ones That Fell Down In NYC

With more than 19 million inhabitants living together in 5 boroughs, it is expected that bizarre things do fall over the time. So this is a good example.

Run for your lives!

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Few Pictures For Anyone To Snicker About

Corey and I at The Slide. He's Da Man.


Me posing up at Chlms' Crappy Palace in DC few years ago.


Travis and I posed up with two sculptured fags at Christopher Street.


See Forbit?


Travis and I loitered at The Slide and saw this -- very bizarre to find it in a gay bar.

Some Musings On My End

Merritt once told me that if I align the bed towards the north or south, the magnetic fields from the north pole to the south pole will do the wonders for your mind while you sleep. If you sleep towards the west and/or east, you will not have a good sleep. Since then, I had observed the patterns, he was apparently right in this. I had been getting a lot of good dreams.

I just heard about the drama(s) of Arkansas girls in Santa Barbara, Las Vegas and Phoenix. You know, there are certain things in life that does not change over the time.

Last night, Shane and I had a good time at The Park.

Ahh, I noticed something interesting. Bobby deleted my name on his bloglist. Umm. Interesting.

Oh, I just learned that Triple XXX is back for this weekend. Another drama in the makings. Is Awon ready for this?

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Delanne's Big Day

Delanne Woodall, congratulations.

For this special day and now on, you are now Mrs. Delanne Woodall Hamlow.

See? I am thinking of you when I am not with you. And see? I did not stand up and object when the minister says, "Anyone who objects to this union should stand up ..."

I wish I am there to witness the union for you, Delanne.

Perhaps in time, I shall see you very soon.

Enjoy the day and the days afterwards.

With tons of love,

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See ...

I got this from someone via email. It's cute.

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See Deaf People can not hear you, but you can see them.

See Deaf People have hands to sign to you,
but you can not sign to them.

That is too bad for you.

See Deaf People are not their fault for losing their hearing,
but you are at your fault for not signing to them.

See Deaf People can do anything with their jobs,
you can not trust them because of their hearing loss.

See Deaf people invent many things,
but you don't take their wonderful ideas.

That is your loss.

See Deaf people are the winner in many ways.

Listen to them carefully....

Finally, It Is Over! My Tormentor Is Done For!

Rejoice! Spread the words to the corners of the world for the audit is *over*! Now I can go back to my normal scheduling where I can hang out with Benis and others for the time being.

After three-day of auditing my program, it seemed to me that two days ago, it was 80% good, 20% bad. But it probably downgraded to 70% good, 30% bad. At least, I'm trying. I am only first-year supervisor. I shall learn and aim to improve. So the result whether how many months I shall receive in order to operate my program will not be disclosed for few weeks. But at least, the audit is *over*.

The beheadings of Americans at the hands of barbaric Islamic extremists repeated the need to return the favor in force. How? Let's grab a Muslim on the street here in the USA and chop their heads off, then announce to the world that we did it. And if they chop an American civilian's head off in Riyadh, so can we in the fuckin' United States of America!

These twerps won't give us the mercy, so will we. Let's seize a Muslim from a taxi here in Manhattan or Chicago or Los Angeles and chop their heads off. LOL. Let's start choppin'! Off with their heads!

It all boils down to who is responsible. Who?

The Saud Family. They are the responsible ones. The royal family of Saudi Arabia belonged to an Islamic sect called the Wahabbism. That sect, Wahabbism with the blessing of the Saud Royal Family, had the freedom to craft the rules in social behavior, education and governmental practices on everyone else.

That sect, Wahabbism, is largely dominated the kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Many Arabs were gullible and brainwashed by these backward Clerics who kept on criticizing the world of being infidels. That sect encouraged their people to be intolerant. That is the keyword here: Tolerance. They encouraged the intolerance.

As much as the Saud Royal Family will deny this, they support the concept of Wahabbism. How? Many Americans and foreigners that lived in Saudi Arabia for jobs, they are required to live in a compound with a 14-foot wall around them to make sure that they do not interact with anyone else. Most extremists in Pakistan came from Saudi Arabia's sect! Look at Iran, they are reasonable people, why? They renounced the sect. Look at Osama bin Laden, he is a devoted Muslim of Wahabbism sect.

So we need to cut the root of all problems. That is to wipe the Saud Royal Family out and to root and kill the Clerics who practiced the Wahabbism. That would send a huge psychological shockwaves throughout the Arabian kingdom and around the world. That Islam can live without Wahabbism.

I don't support the death penalty but in certain stances, I shall support the measures to wipe people out in order to ensure that the future generations can survive with each other.

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Here Is The Flamin' Rose of Texas!

Toto, I think I saw a flamin' rose of Texas running by!

:-)

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Where Is His Tongue?

This should be a good warning for people who likes to make out with strangers before getting to know each other.

Now the question of the day is ... where is his tongue?

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Was She Over The Line?

Few years ago, I chatted with my close friend (let's call her ... D) who is also Deaf. She mentioned about an incident where she witnessed a hard of hearing African-American guy (actually, he can speak very, very, very well and can hear very, very, very well) beating up on his girlfriend who is Deaf. That girlfriend is pretty close with D.

Of course, D is very assertive and smart woman. She intervened to protect the woman. And in the process, D became involved in a huge argument with this dude. This dude was so frustrated because D was winning the whole thing. Suddenly, he turned his voice on and stopped signing.

He turned the tables on her and berated her. Confusion ensued. He was taunting her and at the same time, making fun of her because she was not able to understand what he was trying to say. Things got ugly to a point where D got upset, she decided to do something drastic. That I thought she was brave to do that.

She went to her truck and opened her door, ready to escape ... before she could run off, she shouted to get this dude's attention. She shot a comment that caused this dude to go berserk.

"For you, I wish the slavery did not end!"

Needless to say, she left the scene.

Was she over the line?

My opinion is ... no. She did not. She was winning the arguments when the battle was fair between her and this dude. Then he decided to use his voice to oppress her. D has the right to fuck him off by throwing him off the tracks.

Few years later, a similar situation happened to me. Look at me, I'm not attractive. I'm chubby. I'm hairy. I'm 30. My English skills are not great. I try my best. Blah, blah. I did not go to a well-known school like Harvard or Yale.

I got involved in a huge fight with Awon and Benis. Awon is extremely smart, cute and articulate. He goes to a well-known school. Honestly, if Awon and I go to a gay bar, Awon will have a line of men trying to hit on him while I have no one in the line. His writing skills ... just wiped me off the map. Not that I complain. But the fights that we had with each other was purely ridiculous. After I tried my best to explain what was happening, Awon was very upset and resorted to ridicule me based on my appearance, my writing skills et al. It was escalating to a point where I wanted it to stop and it was very demeaning and hurtful.

It is enough that I already acknowledged that I'm not all that. But Awon has everything going for him and yet, he ridiculed me. I could not make fun of him based on what he looks, thinks or how he writes. He is *perfect*. I quickly remembered D's tactic and I did something that abruptly put everything to a screeching halt.

"For you, I wish Hitler finished his job."

You see, Awon is jewish. Not practicing, though. But when I said it, he was devastated. Finally, it shattered everything that we had been fighting for. Of course, over the time, we made up. Awon is one of my dearest friends. I love him to death. I will defend Awon from anything else but I think I have the right to attack him and he has the right to attack me. I'm not encouraging people to use this tactic all the time but sometimes, people needs to use this tactic as the last resort to shock one to back off and think about it.

Was I being over the line? Of course not. Yes, I was being mean. I had to do something to stop it. Do I regret saying that? Yes, of course. But I think it helped us appreciate each other more than ever. And I certainly love Awon. Why do I love Awon? Ask Beth.

Awon, love you babe! You better come to Manhattan on June 25 or Benis and I will divorce you! Mwah, mwah and one more mwah.

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Sssh!

I'm walking on a thin ice. My boss is enjoying this more than I do. Since it is my first time to "see" my program being audited in action, I grimace and grinned throughout the 2-hour meeting. 80% are good, 20% are horrible. That is all I can say.

But it ain't done until Friday. So I'm checking emails for few minutes then walk around -- if my pager vibrated, it could be from my boss telling me to come up to face the representative from the state for some questions.

And by the way, the interpreter is so cute. Too bad, I had a runny nose today. I probably made a fool out of myself, though.

Last night, at Nowhere Bar, one guy kept on kissing me and said I'm the best on the block -- I'm like, "fuck off". This happened right after Web, Cynthia and Benis left.

If I'm up to it, Benis and I might check the event in Times Square as what you'd describe it as "gay networking party". No big deal. I'll just bum around. But God, I need a nap.

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Insanity Rules

Last night, my boss ordered me to go home after I began to see the typos on my paperworks, frequently confused myself in the process. A sign of wearing out. He laughed so hard and told me to go home. I went home.

On the way home, Cynthia and I got a slice of pizza for our dinner at 11:45 PM. While munching the pizza, we saw a guy waiting for his order. He had 4-inch heavy nails inserted in his earlobes. It is heavy that you can see the lobe straining downward. I looked at Cynthia, she acted as if it's no big deal.

Wow. If it happens in Richmond or Staunton, Virginia -- he'll be an outcast, period.

Yakked with Benis who were on the road to Manhattan via the pager.

At home, Cynthia was hysterical and began to slam her hands on her bedroom door. I asked her who was in it? She said, SHEBA! I told her to get in. She said, I AM LOCKED OUT OF MY BEDROOM!!

The keys are in there? She nodded then turn back to use her back trying to break the door. I stared at her. She groaned. She can hear a little. She screamed when her dog, Sheba began to whine. Her cat, Pepe started to use his paw under the door to pick on Sheba. For a long time, Pepe picked on Sheba.

I picked up and drank Bud Ice. Not bad. Then I watched Cynthia scrambling to look for a knife and a small paint can so that she can slip the knife into the knob and bang the small paint can on the knife to gain the pressures on the knob. It snapped. The door opened.

YES! She said. And she smiled sheepishly, I THINK SHEBA CLOSED THE DOOR BY MISTAKE, I'M NOT SURE.

I was tired. I could not say much. I just grinned. Cynthia said, GUESS WHAT? I FOUND OUT THAT WE HAVE STARZZ CHANNEL!

Me stared at her. Too tired to exclaim or anything. Took a cold shower then told Benis to page me when he arrived. I fell asleep.

Woke up at 3:30 AM, being paged by Benis 11 times. Oh, fuck. Ran down to meet him outside. Hugged him and brought him home.

Benis is here. So glad but too bad, this week, he probably will feel bit left out because I'm distracted with the paperworks for the audit.

Oh, by the way -- Happy Birthday, Shane.

Add Scandia to the list since I knew him from college. That dude seems to be relatively calm and quiet, but he knew how to party.

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A Quick Way To Make Fun ...

A little break to vent out from my paperworks. Argh.

My hearing co-worker told me that she cannot stand hearing Bawbawa Waltews talking because she cannot pronounce "R", she always pronounced "W" instead.

Can you imagine this, Bawbawa Waltews?

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Timeout For Me

I needed a little break from my paperworks. Did you know that I worked from 1 PM to 1 AM last night? I expect that I will work from this AM to 11 PM tonight.

Anyway, some people asked me why I posted the first picture of women's basketball on my right?

It is all about metaphor. I love women's basketball. Stop it, Beth, I know you rolled your eyes. But the picture shows Texas' Stacy Stephens holding her ball, protecting it from several Tennessee players. Knowing their history, the rivalry between Texas and Tennessee is much longer with no love lost in it.

Look at Stacy Stephens' facial expression. She is reacting as to tell others to back off, "It's my ball, you won't have it."

Now the metaphor is that Deaf person is like Stacy Stephens. Hearing people hawked on her, trying to grab things that belonged to Deaf people in terms of education, opportunity and rights. Deaf people tends to be very expressive with their faces. So they always shot back with these reactions like Stacy did.

Cool?

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I Am History Buff ...

I love History. I love PBS. I love Discovery. I love The History Channel more than HBO, Showtime or Cinemax.

That's me. Anyway, I have to get back to work. Only two days left before the audit. EEEK.

However, this article is something that I have to share with you all.

Little did Rasputin knew that someday HIS object would be demonstrated to the world to see ...

Har har.

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