Today on the city bus (m15), I saw a cute father teaching his adorable son around 3 years old how to sign with his hands from 1 to 5. He taught the boy, "1, 2, 6, 4, 5". I smiled, grimaced and sighed. But thanks for the efforts, Breen would say.
Then during my break, I went to C-Town market on Avence C. Saw a woman working there using the nametag, it reads: Licelot. Who would name their kid, Licelot? Certainly not me.
Must be in the air.
R-
Monday, April 12, 2004
Such An Ordinary Morning
This morning, Thavith and I parted. He is probably in the air, flying to Florida to spread his faith. In case if you do not know what it is, he is semi-orthodox Jew. As bizarre as it may sound but he is indeed a good guy with irresistible smile.
I can't wait to see a movie called, "The Day After Tomorrow". It looks so fuckin' scary and cool.
This morning, I rode the subway and I saw an elder woman sitting and she stared at me. Then she bended herself a little and gurgled a hideous mucus out of her mouth onto the floor. I was like, "Gross, somebody finish her, please." Just another day in New York, I guess.
R-
I can't wait to see a movie called, "The Day After Tomorrow". It looks so fuckin' scary and cool.
This morning, I rode the subway and I saw an elder woman sitting and she stared at me. Then she bended herself a little and gurgled a hideous mucus out of her mouth onto the floor. I was like, "Gross, somebody finish her, please." Just another day in New York, I guess.
R-
Sunday, April 11, 2004
Sharon, Will You Be My Mommy??
I was reading the New York Blade, and it mentioned that Sharon Osbourne made a comment that she regrets not having a gay or lesbian child. I was not even surprised considering the fact that I love her show on MTV. Well, I have something to say for her -- Sharon, be my mother, please?
The truth, the truth, the truth, the truth, the truth. That is all I can say at this moment.
Thavith is here. He's cuddly as hell.
Eddie pissed me off today. He IMmed me today and told me that a hearing guy with dark brown hair was looking for me at The Cock last night. I asked, "What name?" He said he does not remember. I *absolutely*hate that!! Never leave me in suspense if you do not know his fucking name! That is so forbit!!
There is a live crucifixion at Triple XXX Event tonight which a promoter invited me to get in for free but I declined to go because I have to work the next day. Triple XXX Event is a party not to be missed but I have to decline it.
I was surfing the city of Richmond's "economic development" on the Internet out of boredom because it was cold and rainy outside. I was stunned to learn that 6th Street Marketplace with its cool archbridge across the Broad Street is demolished! Not only that, they are talking about moving the ballpark to a new location in Shockoe Bottom. Shockoe Bottom in Richmond is akin to what you see in DC's Georgetown, Philadelphia's South Street and New York's Soho. I thought it was fabulous for Richmond to rip down the old ballpark and build a new one in Shockoe Bottom facing the James River and downtown. It will look like Camden Yards in Baltimore.
To make it even better, the Main Street Station which has been abandoned by the city for many years after its deadly fire in '83 is making a comeback in Shockoe Bottom. It now has Amtrak station, and the city is contemplating about moving the Greyhound bus station (which is about 2 or 3 miles outside of downtown) in that facility. The city wants to make Main Street Station the "central hub" to all points like Union Station in DC, Penn Station in NYC et al.
About time Richmond finally gets with the program.
Ahh, again, Sharon, I wanna be your son.
R-
The truth, the truth, the truth, the truth, the truth. That is all I can say at this moment.
Thavith is here. He's cuddly as hell.
Eddie pissed me off today. He IMmed me today and told me that a hearing guy with dark brown hair was looking for me at The Cock last night. I asked, "What name?" He said he does not remember. I *absolutely*hate that!! Never leave me in suspense if you do not know his fucking name! That is so forbit!!
There is a live crucifixion at Triple XXX Event tonight which a promoter invited me to get in for free but I declined to go because I have to work the next day. Triple XXX Event is a party not to be missed but I have to decline it.
I was surfing the city of Richmond's "economic development" on the Internet out of boredom because it was cold and rainy outside. I was stunned to learn that 6th Street Marketplace with its cool archbridge across the Broad Street is demolished! Not only that, they are talking about moving the ballpark to a new location in Shockoe Bottom. Shockoe Bottom in Richmond is akin to what you see in DC's Georgetown, Philadelphia's South Street and New York's Soho. I thought it was fabulous for Richmond to rip down the old ballpark and build a new one in Shockoe Bottom facing the James River and downtown. It will look like Camden Yards in Baltimore.
To make it even better, the Main Street Station which has been abandoned by the city for many years after its deadly fire in '83 is making a comeback in Shockoe Bottom. It now has Amtrak station, and the city is contemplating about moving the Greyhound bus station (which is about 2 or 3 miles outside of downtown) in that facility. The city wants to make Main Street Station the "central hub" to all points like Union Station in DC, Penn Station in NYC et al.
About time Richmond finally gets with the program.
Ahh, again, Sharon, I wanna be your son.
R-
Saturday, April 10, 2004
Yvonne & Thavith
Last night, I met Yvonne for the first time in a decade. She looks so good. She looks so radiant. She looks marvelous. We chatted for nearly 7 hours. I finally got home at 2 AM. We talked about the wide range of subjects from A to Z. We laughed, laughed and laughed.
Then we went to XL for a couple of drinks and chatted -- we VEE'ed one guy losing his balance and knock the high tables down -- such a drama. Corey, the waiter at XL, is always flirtatious (probably needs my tips). He kept on saying, "After I get off at 4, you and me go home and sleep together." I said, "Yeah, I'm yours, you're mine." He nodded with a cocky smile, "Yes, you are for me." Such a sweet guy for Chelsea-type.
Yvonne said it is clear that he likes me, I chuckled and said, "Honey, it is New York where everyone else flirted everyone else for various reasons. Don't believe anything one says. If he is serious, you'll get a card and call him few days later."
In time, I will have to teach Yvonne everything about NYC's fags.
Thavith just emailed me and said that my wish has been granted as he is flying in from Europe for a night or two. And he wants to stay with me. He is a semi-orthodox jewish dude whom I met at The Cock few months ago. I was mesmerized with his charms. Yes, he is hearing. I must admit that Thavith is one of Top 10 that I enjoyed immensely with one-night stands. It is rare that I get to do it again ... extremely rare. So he will come in tomorrow night and we'll take a bath together, talk (hint!!) and sleep together. I am looking forward to spend some time with Thavith.
And yes, he is hot.
R-
Then we went to XL for a couple of drinks and chatted -- we VEE'ed one guy losing his balance and knock the high tables down -- such a drama. Corey, the waiter at XL, is always flirtatious (probably needs my tips). He kept on saying, "After I get off at 4, you and me go home and sleep together." I said, "Yeah, I'm yours, you're mine." He nodded with a cocky smile, "Yes, you are for me." Such a sweet guy for Chelsea-type.
Yvonne said it is clear that he likes me, I chuckled and said, "Honey, it is New York where everyone else flirted everyone else for various reasons. Don't believe anything one says. If he is serious, you'll get a card and call him few days later."
In time, I will have to teach Yvonne everything about NYC's fags.
Thavith just emailed me and said that my wish has been granted as he is flying in from Europe for a night or two. And he wants to stay with me. He is a semi-orthodox jewish dude whom I met at The Cock few months ago. I was mesmerized with his charms. Yes, he is hearing. I must admit that Thavith is one of Top 10 that I enjoyed immensely with one-night stands. It is rare that I get to do it again ... extremely rare. So he will come in tomorrow night and we'll take a bath together, talk (hint!!) and sleep together. I am looking forward to spend some time with Thavith.
And yes, he is hot.
R-
Friday, April 09, 2004
As The World Turns ...
I had an hour of break and I was outside, feeling the cool air all over my body. The winds. The fresh air in the midst of New York? Perhaps so. It is nice, really. Too bad, we have so many bloggers whose their works are purely mind-boggling and depressing to deal with.
Is it possible to have a *decent* gay friend to start with? I wondered.
Ahh, I was supposed to meet the Aronowicz Gal yesterday evening but she paged me that it was raining and her shoulders are acting up, so we are getting together today at 6:30 PM. It must be 10 years that I had not sat down and chat. I would not be surprised that we will chit-chat for hours.
In the another part of the world, sometimes I wish the Middle East is entirely removed and tossed away in the deep space, casted away to be forgotten. It does *nothing* but presents an obstacle in sustaining the peace and goodwill towards men (and women).
Larry mentioned about the Rwandan Genocide, you know, I am not like Larry -- I heard about it in Richmond Times-Dispatch in small articles. At that time, they did not call it a genocide, just a series of massacres. But the repeated massacres became a form of genocide, really.
Last Sunday night, I was treated with a great program on PBS (PBS Rules!!) about the Rwandan Genocide. It contained the footages where we get to watch the Hutu extremists butchering the Tutsis. It was a macabre. You get to see a guy using the machete to strike on one gal's head repeatedly. I mean, you get to see a person die right there on the tape. It was reported that many Hutu extremists drank lots of alcohol to ignore the remorse or guilty conscience and do these things.
My friend, Claudeine Umuveyei, my former YLC wife, was a victim of Rwandan ethnic cleansing. She and her family fled to Canada. She mentioned that she is a Tutsi and large portions of her extended families are dead, butchered by the Hutu extremists.
But guess what? The world still moves around. People are being born, people are being killed, people are being infected with different things, people are being happy, people are being sad ... the world still revolves into tomorrow. It is interesting, though.
I know when I die, some people will miss me, some people will celebrate with fireworks. But 1,000 years later, nobody remembers who I am. We do not know who our forefathers of 1,000 years ago are, do you expect you would be known in 1,000 years? No. Basically, they might say, "Ah, that is so cute name. I'm going to name my kid after this cool name." That's it.
Gaea continues to move into tomorrow. Nothing we can do to prevent this.
So I'm going out for the night. Good night,
R-
Is it possible to have a *decent* gay friend to start with? I wondered.
Ahh, I was supposed to meet the Aronowicz Gal yesterday evening but she paged me that it was raining and her shoulders are acting up, so we are getting together today at 6:30 PM. It must be 10 years that I had not sat down and chat. I would not be surprised that we will chit-chat for hours.
In the another part of the world, sometimes I wish the Middle East is entirely removed and tossed away in the deep space, casted away to be forgotten. It does *nothing* but presents an obstacle in sustaining the peace and goodwill towards men (and women).
Larry mentioned about the Rwandan Genocide, you know, I am not like Larry -- I heard about it in Richmond Times-Dispatch in small articles. At that time, they did not call it a genocide, just a series of massacres. But the repeated massacres became a form of genocide, really.
Last Sunday night, I was treated with a great program on PBS (PBS Rules!!) about the Rwandan Genocide. It contained the footages where we get to watch the Hutu extremists butchering the Tutsis. It was a macabre. You get to see a guy using the machete to strike on one gal's head repeatedly. I mean, you get to see a person die right there on the tape. It was reported that many Hutu extremists drank lots of alcohol to ignore the remorse or guilty conscience and do these things.
My friend, Claudeine Umuveyei, my former YLC wife, was a victim of Rwandan ethnic cleansing. She and her family fled to Canada. She mentioned that she is a Tutsi and large portions of her extended families are dead, butchered by the Hutu extremists.
But guess what? The world still moves around. People are being born, people are being killed, people are being infected with different things, people are being happy, people are being sad ... the world still revolves into tomorrow. It is interesting, though.
I know when I die, some people will miss me, some people will celebrate with fireworks. But 1,000 years later, nobody remembers who I am. We do not know who our forefathers of 1,000 years ago are, do you expect you would be known in 1,000 years? No. Basically, they might say, "Ah, that is so cute name. I'm going to name my kid after this cool name." That's it.
Gaea continues to move into tomorrow. Nothing we can do to prevent this.
So I'm going out for the night. Good night,
R-
Thursday, April 08, 2004
How Can I Be A Pig?
It amused me to no end that someone called me a pig. If you read his blogs, you'd see that he enjoys raunchy sex, frequents sex and all that stuff. In the gay community, a pig is reserved for men who likes raunchy sex.
I'm not in that. I laugh at it, but I'm not into that. But he is -- who is a true pig? He is. Not me. The logic dictated that he is a pig. But what do I expect from a hearie, really?
I wanted to emphasize the facts that I do *not* resent hearing people. I do not feel bitter towards them. I just do not care about them, I have some hearing friends and they are great to me. I appreciated that as well. But I'm talking about "these" hearies.
For example, when a hearing person learned new signs, they tend to attempt in telling deaf people that their signs are *wrong*. That is forbit. A big-time *forbit*! When one did that, it turned me off.
When a hearing person wants to be a teacher of the deaf, I cringe because I grew up dealing with horrible teachers who think they knew better for us to follow and live by. I reject that 'plantation mentality'. It is my wish that there are only Deaf teachers for Deaf children.
I always sneered at people who studied in audiology and speech therapy. Why study something that is already dead? When I was a kid, I was forced to sit very close to a speech therapist who is very old woman with 1,500 wrinkles in her face and neck. I had to feel her neck, her nose and her air out of her fucking mouth. Her breath kept on blowing in my face. What a nightmare. Maybe that is why I am gay. Who knows?
But the point is that I do not resent or feel bitter towards them, I just have the opinions that hearing persons should back off and treat us as equals, not otherwise. As of now, I do not see any changes in the society we live in, so I am being cynical at times.
But my two boyfriends were hearing. How weird is that? But who cares, really?
R-
I'm not in that. I laugh at it, but I'm not into that. But he is -- who is a true pig? He is. Not me. The logic dictated that he is a pig. But what do I expect from a hearie, really?
I wanted to emphasize the facts that I do *not* resent hearing people. I do not feel bitter towards them. I just do not care about them, I have some hearing friends and they are great to me. I appreciated that as well. But I'm talking about "these" hearies.
For example, when a hearing person learned new signs, they tend to attempt in telling deaf people that their signs are *wrong*. That is forbit. A big-time *forbit*! When one did that, it turned me off.
When a hearing person wants to be a teacher of the deaf, I cringe because I grew up dealing with horrible teachers who think they knew better for us to follow and live by. I reject that 'plantation mentality'. It is my wish that there are only Deaf teachers for Deaf children.
I always sneered at people who studied in audiology and speech therapy. Why study something that is already dead? When I was a kid, I was forced to sit very close to a speech therapist who is very old woman with 1,500 wrinkles in her face and neck. I had to feel her neck, her nose and her air out of her fucking mouth. Her breath kept on blowing in my face. What a nightmare. Maybe that is why I am gay. Who knows?
But the point is that I do not resent or feel bitter towards them, I just have the opinions that hearing persons should back off and treat us as equals, not otherwise. As of now, I do not see any changes in the society we live in, so I am being cynical at times.
But my two boyfriends were hearing. How weird is that? But who cares, really?
R-
Here's my turd!
I remembered the tale by Chlms' sister about her experiences in working at the zoo. She mentioned that the chimpanzees threw the turds at her. She was offended but the folks who worked at the zoo told her that it is their way of saying that Stacy is a hot chick and that they were trying to mark her as theirs.
I was thinking about this today, you know, it'll be so fucking surreal if we see gay men doing that in gay bars. Can you imagine walking around the bar and suddenly, a turd splattered on your back or chest or face? But again, what if a hot dude comes in the gay bar, and everyone throws the turds at him.
I see that Berna created her blog as well. Berna, Berna!
My memories with Berna was absolutely great. I remembered the icy pool in Arizona where she pressured me to take a quick dip in the pool in the dark hours during the month of January. I resisted but caved in to the pressures. I jumped. By god, it was so freezing that I could not find my penis. I had to issue a profile on a milk carton that my penis was missing.
I remembered Berna and me busting one guy having a fling with another guy from gay.com ... he thought we were sleeping but we were waiting on him then he brought someone in the apartment, we decided to turn the lights on and wait for them to come out. So *funny*.
I remembered asking Berna where the 2 pounds of tea were when she and the gang's car broke down in Socorro, New Mexico. She said, "I stayed at the Sheriff's Department and slept in a jail room, but it was not locked." I assumed if the tea were left in the car. She said, "No, we took it with us." I said, "What?" She said, "They said it's best that we carry everything with me because lots of illegal aliens will steal anything that is left on the highways. I gasped and said, "You mean, you took the fucking 2 1/2 pounds of tea into the police station and walked out with it? She nodded. Such a priceless moment.
Remember the Fireworks in Las Vegas? Such a drama! We were all high and raced to the top floor of the 10-story parking lot to watch the fireworks. But the security officers told us that the top floor is empty and off-limits (our car was the only one there), I quickly looked at the time. It was 11:58 PM. I quickly asked Rosalie to use her charisma and give the security officers hard time so that we can stall them in order to watch the fireworks. She did a good job -- suddenly, the explosions banged just right above us. It scared the shit out of us all but we howled with laughters, it was unexpected and so funny!
One more story, Keith told me this before -- he was in Paris and there was a gypsy beggar who persisted on Keith for some changes. He got fed up and slapped the gypsy beggar's cup and it flew all over the floor. Keith has the guts to do that and that guy was ready to attack Keith ...
These are my friends, always fun and full of life. So welcome, Berna.
R-
I was thinking about this today, you know, it'll be so fucking surreal if we see gay men doing that in gay bars. Can you imagine walking around the bar and suddenly, a turd splattered on your back or chest or face? But again, what if a hot dude comes in the gay bar, and everyone throws the turds at him.
I see that Berna created her blog as well. Berna, Berna!
My memories with Berna was absolutely great. I remembered the icy pool in Arizona where she pressured me to take a quick dip in the pool in the dark hours during the month of January. I resisted but caved in to the pressures. I jumped. By god, it was so freezing that I could not find my penis. I had to issue a profile on a milk carton that my penis was missing.
I remembered Berna and me busting one guy having a fling with another guy from gay.com ... he thought we were sleeping but we were waiting on him then he brought someone in the apartment, we decided to turn the lights on and wait for them to come out. So *funny*.
I remembered asking Berna where the 2 pounds of tea were when she and the gang's car broke down in Socorro, New Mexico. She said, "I stayed at the Sheriff's Department and slept in a jail room, but it was not locked." I assumed if the tea were left in the car. She said, "No, we took it with us." I said, "What?" She said, "They said it's best that we carry everything with me because lots of illegal aliens will steal anything that is left on the highways. I gasped and said, "You mean, you took the fucking 2 1/2 pounds of tea into the police station and walked out with it? She nodded. Such a priceless moment.
Remember the Fireworks in Las Vegas? Such a drama! We were all high and raced to the top floor of the 10-story parking lot to watch the fireworks. But the security officers told us that the top floor is empty and off-limits (our car was the only one there), I quickly looked at the time. It was 11:58 PM. I quickly asked Rosalie to use her charisma and give the security officers hard time so that we can stall them in order to watch the fireworks. She did a good job -- suddenly, the explosions banged just right above us. It scared the shit out of us all but we howled with laughters, it was unexpected and so funny!
One more story, Keith told me this before -- he was in Paris and there was a gypsy beggar who persisted on Keith for some changes. He got fed up and slapped the gypsy beggar's cup and it flew all over the floor. Keith has the guts to do that and that guy was ready to attack Keith ...
These are my friends, always fun and full of life. So welcome, Berna.
R-
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