Ahh. They caught Saddam Hussein!! I told my Dad that they originally found him not in that rat hole near Tikrit, Iraq. It was a conspiracy by the Bush Administration who snatched a bum off from one of NYC's subway stations and brought him to Tikrit. LOL. Actually, it is a good joke. Because Saddam's haggardly looks fit with the bums who prowled on the subway platforms begging people for money (only money, they wanted money so they can buy alcohol!!).

My clients told me that I lost lots of pounds since last June. I guess I have two things to thank for -- one for walking, one for ... never mind, I will never mention it on the Internet. ;-) But either way, she made me think twice and I stared at the mirror -- yeah, I lost a lot of weight. I can even see the shape of my neck. My apple is beginning to emerge.

Not only that, I got laid more often than usual. That says something else. It is nice to know that I am losing while everyone is gaining. Look at Kaftan, Chlms and yeah, Delanne. LOL.

Speaking of Delanne, I cant wait for her to shit the baby out soon. And see how she functions as Mommy. I'm sure she will do well.

Keith Clark just turned 23. My god. He is getting older as faster as can be.

Last Thursday night at The Hole, there were some interesting twists. The Hole is going to be closed in February because the owners (who are straight but insane) sold the building. These insane owners also owned The Cock. Go figure.

Jeff asked me to prepare myself for the photoshoot on December 20th. He and I am working to shock the world -- actually, shatter is the right word. Can't wait.

One deaf guy was fucked up and he was drunk and out of control. I was concerned about his welfare and my status among the folks who trusted me. Eddie disappeared with a guy. What a slut.

Last night, Mikey was the VEE at me in Excelsior Bar because I was making out with a cute guy, who is 30 yrs old Italian. He's sweet, cute and all that. We're going out on a date this coming Saturday. I noticed one thing, he loves to stick his tongue in my mouth. He has to relax a little. If he's mine, then I will train him the arts of kissing.

I'm that good, perhaps better than Aaron and Ben combined. ;-)

Cheers,

R-

P.S. I'm going to The Cock for 5th Anniversary tonight -- of course, I will be fucked up.

RT Survives NYC Blizzard

Something like that, you would pick up from NY POST and read it immediately, right? It is interesting to be in New York where snowstorms/blizzards occur. The skyscrapers along with the Nor'easter (Sp?) made it lethal for the snowflakes to fall on humans. Why? When it fell towards the ground, the winds sliced through the skyscrapers, pushed the snowflakes into your eyes -- very difficult to maintain the walking if you lack a car. But thank God for subways!

You know how they say ... Only in New York, kids, ONLY IN NEW YORK!! It was reported in the papers that a guy sold snowballs for $1 each in Times Square. Ridiculous? Yeah, it is but you cannot deny the fact that this guy was creative.

One thing I liked the most about New York is that ... men (and women) are incredibly creative in making money, grabbing attention and ways to live. That is why people in New York clamored for it, they thrived off on it. Throw in sex and alcohol in the mix, and you have the wild weekend.

I really, really like the East Village men. They are so hot. And I'm exciting about the 'affair' next week on 19th. No details, honey.

Last Monday night, I observed a normal white man sitting on a park bench in Tompkins Square Park. He was inhailing crack. He is not a bum, punk or anything. He is like 1,000 times better than I am but he was smoking crack. Apparently, he assumed I wasn't watching him. But I was. Interesting.

I just finished The Serbs by Tim Judah. Am going to read the next book called "Saint of Circumstance", one of four books that I stole from a guy who sells the books by the street (he was sleeping), and I took 4 and walked away. To coin a phrase from Roger Desmarais, he would say: "Well, they leave it for us to take it. Who am I to ignore this opportunity?"

Tonight, I'm going to The Hole and see what's up with my friends, Corey, Kev and Keith. Should be fun. :-)

NY Drama Queen is going to make an appearance tomorrow afternoon and wreck Manhattan, anyone who is not prepared for this is going to be burned.

Oh, yeah, I found out that David Spillers is coming to NYC -- but he's bringing friends which I am not sure where to shelter them from the cold.

Yeah, the snowstorm is slated to return on Sunday night.

Time for me to get off and cook some dinner. Wish me luck or I'll burn the house down.

R-

Just for fun. Here it is.

1. What time is it: 1:36 PM (11/26/03)
2. Name: Ricky
3. Name as it appears on birth certificate: Ricky D. T. This is public blogger. I ain't verify that!
4. Nickname: RT & Ridor
5. Number of candles on your last birthday cake: I didnt have a birthday party but my office threw one for me, Joe and Sandra. I'm 30.
6. Number of pets: None.
7. Hair color: Dark brown
8. Number of body piercing: 0
9. Eye color: Hazel
10. Favorite alcoholic drink: Cape Cod, of course.
11. Hometown: Richmond, Va.
12. Current Residence: Park Slope, Brooklyn.
13. Favorite food: Chipotle's famous Burrito.
14. Been to Africa? No.
15. Love someone so much it made you cry? Yes.
16. Been in a car crash? Yes, but I did not cause it. Rayni Plaster did. ;-)
17. Croutons or bacon bits: Decisions! Decisions must be made. Croutons!
18. Favorite day of the week: Thursday -- The Hole has $10 all you can drink from 10 PM to 4 AM! CHAMP!
19. Favorite word or phrase: "I do not know how you managed to get back, but from where I send you next, you'll never return!" -Mordru
20. Favorite Restaurant: Chipotle!
21. Favorite flower: Actually, I dont care much for it.
22. Favorite sport to watch: Women's Basketball!
23. Favorite drink: Quik's Chocolate Milk
24. Favorite ice cream: Haggen & Dazs' Vanilla Chocolate Chip
25. Disney or Warner Bros: Warner Brothers
26. Favorite fast food restaurant: Crif Dogs in NYC!
27. What color is your bedroom carpet? Dark blue, some kind of cheap one, I think.
28. How many times did you fail your drivers test: Never failed. I barely passed.
29. Before this one, whom did you get your last e-mail from? Jason Speenburgh
30. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Umm, not sure.
31. What do you do most often when you are bored? Surfin' the Internet
32. Favorite Magazine: What? You are asking me THAT when I am in New York, are you insane???
33. Bedtime: I try to get in bed by midnight but often 2 or 3 AM ... NYC is impossible to ignore or focus on yourself.
34. Who will respond to this email the quickest: Mikey Murvin
35. Who is the person you sent this to is least to respond: Travis Imel, probably.
36. Favorite TV show: Will & Grace, Malcolm In The Middle and the stuff on PBS.
37. Last person/people you went out to dinner with: Sarah Pack to Chipotle and we got free food!!! Ain't life grand?
38. Car or SUV: New York Subway
39. Favorite smell: Ben Vess' armpits
40. Name one thing you hope to learn before your time on earth is up: Who will be my boyfriend?
41. Future wedding, where? I'm fag ... maybe Vermont, lol
42. Favorite Gemstone: All my friends knew ... Amethyst!
43. Children? No
44. Type of home: It is hard to describe, I live on 2nd floor in 3-units.
45. Can you remember your old dreams? Yes, vaguely.
46. Where's your favorite spot to be touched on? When one kisses my neck, yeah ... man.
47. Time you finished this e-mail: 1:50PM (11-26-03)

Wow.

That is all I can say about the last 11 days.

But first, in NYC, there are lots of posters on the lampposts, often advertising for rentals, classes, et al. And posters that requested people's attention that their owners lost dogs or cats. Sometimes I feel like getting black marker and write on these posters, "ALREADY ATE, HAVE SOME LEFTOVERS CAN GIVE IT BACK!"

I have three roommates. Socorro, Ron and Dan. Soon, it'll be only me and Socorro! Dan and Ron seemed to give up on New York and is moving to Las Vegas on December 29.

I went to Philadelphia two weekends ago, saw friends including Jason Nichols, Gus and Darlene. Had a blast time.

Arlene Weinstock continues to rule Philadelphia. What else is new?

I got laid in Philadelphia. I was hit on by a guy named Mike from Delaware. His good friend who is a twink, later joined with us but he has a tiny dick. Very tiny dick. Good God, I'm almost thrice the size of that twink with 6 abs. When I lay on my back, Mike rode me out. That twink tried to insert his thang into my mouth but it kept on popping out when Mike rode me out. It was difficult scenario but he got the hint and gave up.

There is one more story to this but it is so so so private. Hee hee.

Then I returned to New York. Work has been somewhat demanding in the last few days.

Last Wednesday night at XL, I was drinking martinis with my friend. Then went to the bathroom -- XL Lounge has New York's strangest bathroom, trust me. It is much worse than Web's. In the stalls, they have tinted windows that acted as the stalls. So if you sat down and shit, people in the next room could vaguely see what you are doing. But they can't see your face. I was pissing, suddenly I saw a guy grinding his cock on the window. Then I came out of the stall, he came to me and smooched me. He was drunk. Whatever! Then I got Hepatitis A and B shots upstairs, actually ... they offered to do the counseling. I said, "Excuse me, I work for the treatment center and I spent more than 4 hours in the clinic with my client today and I am not in mood for the counseling, just give me the shots and be done with it!" They did.

Anyway, I went to The Hole last Thursday night, under the assumption that I'd meet Cyn there. But she wasn't there. But lucky, I had friends there. Jeff is cool dude. We chatted, one of his friends who were drunk followed me to the bathroom, while I was waiting for my turn to get in the bathroom, he leaned on me and hugged me. Then bit me on my shoulder. He didn't bite lightly. HE FUCKING BITE ME!
Of course, I pushed and shoved him off. He apologized profusely. I cleaned my wounds. sure enough, it looked like I got a hickey, but it is a bite mark. Oh, man.

Last Friday night, I went to Townhouse to see a friend for few hours then rushed back to East Village to meet Web, Joe the Slutty One and Kate Breen. They told me that they are expecting some folks to come in. Sure enough, Charm King brought a lot of her peers, including a cute guy from RIT named Jarrod. I drooled heavily over him all night long.

Later, Web and I had a good buzz and we chatted on the way home. I got off at 7 Avenue station where I bumped into an acquaitenance of mine whom we once played few months ago. He asked me to come over and play. Being horny, I obliged.

We played, he has a NICE ass -- he is 100% bottom but he DEMANDED to be in control of the whole she-bang thing. So I just lay down and let him do whatever he wanted. He rode me out. Someone came in. Turned out it was his boyfriend. Suffice to say, I was kicked out without ejaculating. Oh, well. Finally, went to bed at 9 AM. Sheesh.

Saturday night, met Charm King in Upper East Side for some small birthday gathering which is nice -- I get to meet some interesting persons. I also nabbed one guy later that night out of that group. When I accomplished doing that, I quickly paged Maria and told her, "Task accomplished." She knew what I was talking about. Hahaha. Maria is a cool ASL interpreter. Very strong, funny and wild woman. When I first met her, I instanteously liked her right away.

Then last night, I went to The Hole because it hosted a special event called "Triple X". It is 2nd anniversary of a party where people say, "Fuck you, Rudy". They were talking about NYC Mayor Rudy Gulianni who nearly removed NYC's infamous places that might offer sleazy activities. I heard a lot about it. What I saw in the bar is surreal. It is hard to describe. Lots of sex. Even you can suck the strippers on the stage or on the bar. And I did. I was drunk. I think I sucked 5 or 6 men, including the stripper on the bar counter. I think 6 or 7 men sucked me off. Everyone was doing it anywhere in the bar. It was fuckin' surreal. Then I rode back home, thinking ... "My god, I did it. I sucked in front of others. Oh, my god."

R-

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. ;-)