DelaJoy created her blog this week after seeing my blogs for weeks, I guess it is infectious. So I'm adding her to the list. DelaJoy and I had been friends for years. I always strolled into the cafeteria at Gallaudet and saw DelaJoy finishing up her dinner, I always said to her, "I must tell you something about someone else! You must stay and wait for me." I stormed away from her to get my dinner. She's always, "Fuck you, I can't leave this shit because I can't live without your news!"
YOU ARE NOT MEMBER! YOU ARE NOT MEMBER! YOU ARE NOT MEMBER! (To whom it may concern, if you dont understand what it is -- it is an inside joke between me and DelaJoy -- you have to convince her to write about it.)
CertainDisaster is the fourth victim on the Hearies' Blog. He is from East Village. We have some common interests. His blogs are normal -- which is better than hearing people talking about shagging all the time. Since I'm from East Village, and he seems to be normal guy from East Village -- he qualified to be the fourth victim. :-)
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Wednesday, April 21, 2004
A Good Reason Why I Go to Gay Bars
I read someone writing that it is important to keep drinking the alcoholic beverages because there are people who works at the factory to produce these drinks. If not for us, they lose the jobs! So keep on drinking!
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One Last Thing About Hassan
Few things to talk today about certain things.
Hassan was cremated and buried today in Alexandria, Virginia. He shall be missed by many, both hearing and Deaf. I wish I am with Toby right now but I'm sure that he is with good friends right now. I repeated (actually demanded) the offer that he comes to Manhattan to take a timeout from everything in few weeks to recuperate and go from there. He said he will take up on my offer.
About Hassan, he is hearing Egyptian who was raised in The Bronx and moved to DC. Met Toby and was with him for nearly a decade until his death. I cannot count how many good, bizarre and bad memories between me and Hassan and others. But I'd like to tell a story -- a definitely bizarre story that Hassan stared at me and shrugged when I said, "That is unfair."
Few years ago, I was waiting for Toby to page me to get together on that particular day. He never paged me. I became concerned. Then later in the evening, I gave up and strolled down to his apartment by H Street and 10th Street NE in DC. When I arrived, I noticed that the door was bit fucked up. I knocked on the door. Toby opened the door and said, "What?"
It was evident that he was upset. I asked him why we did not get in touch. He lets me in and I was shocked to see his living room, dining room and bedroom. It was as if a tornado came in and messed everything up. I asked him what's going on? Hassan was sitting in a couch and staring at me with his dull eyes. Toby said, "DC Police had a search warrant for one of my old roommates, they came in and exploded the place and took my fucking computer away!" His bed were turned over, his drawers were tossed on the bed. His clothes in the closet were pulled out and scattered everywhere. The furnitures were moved and turned over.
Shortly, the police officers were looking for one guy named William whom Hassan and Toby kicked out of an apartment about a month earlier because he was not paying rent for some months.
Even if they pleaded with the cops that William do not live here, the cops did not care. They just ransacked the place and broke the door in order to get in -- initially, Toby said he was upstairs with Hassan, Derrick and Mikey were downstairs in the living room, sleeping on the couch. It was 5 or 6 AM in the morning, Derrick and Mikey were startled to feel a jolt on the door. They feared the robbery or something. They ran towards the staircase and saw the folks breaking down the door and chasing up the stairs, they freaked out and ran into Hassan's bedroom -- suddenly the cops threw these guys on the floor and handcuffed them all -- denying Mikey, Derrick and Toby from even talking in ASL (they are all Deaf!), Hassan is hearing and he yelled at them that they are deaf. The cops ignored them and they ransacked the apartment. It was such a horrible incident. For months, Toby could not retrieve his computer back. Finally, he got it like a year later.
I was angry with the outcome -- I stared at Hassan, "but it is not fair." Hassan shrugged and said, "I know. Life is not fair. But guess what? We had chickens today, you want some?" I gagged and laughed a little. That is Hassan. Always moving ahead even if horrible things happened.
Rest in peace and dance your motherfucka ass off, Hassan!
Here is a note to the District of Columbia Metropolitan Police Department: FUCK YOU!!!!
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Hassan was cremated and buried today in Alexandria, Virginia. He shall be missed by many, both hearing and Deaf. I wish I am with Toby right now but I'm sure that he is with good friends right now. I repeated (actually demanded) the offer that he comes to Manhattan to take a timeout from everything in few weeks to recuperate and go from there. He said he will take up on my offer.
About Hassan, he is hearing Egyptian who was raised in The Bronx and moved to DC. Met Toby and was with him for nearly a decade until his death. I cannot count how many good, bizarre and bad memories between me and Hassan and others. But I'd like to tell a story -- a definitely bizarre story that Hassan stared at me and shrugged when I said, "That is unfair."
Few years ago, I was waiting for Toby to page me to get together on that particular day. He never paged me. I became concerned. Then later in the evening, I gave up and strolled down to his apartment by H Street and 10th Street NE in DC. When I arrived, I noticed that the door was bit fucked up. I knocked on the door. Toby opened the door and said, "What?"
It was evident that he was upset. I asked him why we did not get in touch. He lets me in and I was shocked to see his living room, dining room and bedroom. It was as if a tornado came in and messed everything up. I asked him what's going on? Hassan was sitting in a couch and staring at me with his dull eyes. Toby said, "DC Police had a search warrant for one of my old roommates, they came in and exploded the place and took my fucking computer away!" His bed were turned over, his drawers were tossed on the bed. His clothes in the closet were pulled out and scattered everywhere. The furnitures were moved and turned over.
Shortly, the police officers were looking for one guy named William whom Hassan and Toby kicked out of an apartment about a month earlier because he was not paying rent for some months.
Even if they pleaded with the cops that William do not live here, the cops did not care. They just ransacked the place and broke the door in order to get in -- initially, Toby said he was upstairs with Hassan, Derrick and Mikey were downstairs in the living room, sleeping on the couch. It was 5 or 6 AM in the morning, Derrick and Mikey were startled to feel a jolt on the door. They feared the robbery or something. They ran towards the staircase and saw the folks breaking down the door and chasing up the stairs, they freaked out and ran into Hassan's bedroom -- suddenly the cops threw these guys on the floor and handcuffed them all -- denying Mikey, Derrick and Toby from even talking in ASL (they are all Deaf!), Hassan is hearing and he yelled at them that they are deaf. The cops ignored them and they ransacked the apartment. It was such a horrible incident. For months, Toby could not retrieve his computer back. Finally, he got it like a year later.
I was angry with the outcome -- I stared at Hassan, "but it is not fair." Hassan shrugged and said, "I know. Life is not fair. But guess what? We had chickens today, you want some?" I gagged and laughed a little. That is Hassan. Always moving ahead even if horrible things happened.
Rest in peace and dance your motherfucka ass off, Hassan!
Here is a note to the District of Columbia Metropolitan Police Department: FUCK YOU!!!!
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Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Should I Say Congratulations to My Parents?
I was informed that the Virginia Association of the Deaf selected my mother and father to be the 2004 Virginia Deaf Mother and Father of the Year.
Let's see ... they produced Karen, Billy Jr, Lily, Hedy, moi and Gary. Karen and Billy Jr are CODA -- Children of Deaf Adults. The rest of us are Deaf. I am the only one who graduated from college. Billy Jr was a dropout. He also signed up for the Navy but was discharged because (No, it's not gay thing) he beats up on a drill sargeant. Karen thinks that since she is the first child in the family, that means she's smarter than the rest. Lily is incredibly whiner from day one. She reminded me of Wonder Woman's publicist, Myndi Mayer's sister who nagged at her at every turn. Hedy is a cuntlicker like Karen, but she has a partner and lives in Dallas. (!!) My little brother lives in Miami. And I sit on the throne of New York. Generally, we are just average family who has the moments of our own.
There will be a banquet in Colonial Heights, Virginia to formalize the presentation by the VAD to my parents on June 6. I was hereby ordered to show up by my mother for four days, June 4 to 8.
Otherwise, I hope it will be a good experience for Mom and Dad -- but you know, they needed a huge exposure from Manhattanites to shock them in the process to be open-minded about everything in order to appreciate the diversity, they're still living in The South. Oh, well.
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Let's see ... they produced Karen, Billy Jr, Lily, Hedy, moi and Gary. Karen and Billy Jr are CODA -- Children of Deaf Adults. The rest of us are Deaf. I am the only one who graduated from college. Billy Jr was a dropout. He also signed up for the Navy but was discharged because (No, it's not gay thing) he beats up on a drill sargeant. Karen thinks that since she is the first child in the family, that means she's smarter than the rest. Lily is incredibly whiner from day one. She reminded me of Wonder Woman's publicist, Myndi Mayer's sister who nagged at her at every turn. Hedy is a cuntlicker like Karen, but she has a partner and lives in Dallas. (!!) My little brother lives in Miami. And I sit on the throne of New York. Generally, we are just average family who has the moments of our own.
There will be a banquet in Colonial Heights, Virginia to formalize the presentation by the VAD to my parents on June 6. I was hereby ordered to show up by my mother for four days, June 4 to 8.
Otherwise, I hope it will be a good experience for Mom and Dad -- but you know, they needed a huge exposure from Manhattanites to shock them in the process to be open-minded about everything in order to appreciate the diversity, they're still living in The South. Oh, well.
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Last Night ...
It was 87 degrees in New York. People were moody. I saw the city bus flashing words: "EMERGENCY! CALL 911! GET COPS!" Shortly, the police cars blocked the bus from moving at all. Apparently, someone was robbing inside or something happened inside that the bus driver did not want to jeopardize himself so they just turned the flashes on.
Had a dinner with a friend of mine on 2nd Avenue, I dont see that dude around -- who boasted that he'd push me onto the speeding bus somewhere on 2nd Avenue. Whatever. Then I went to Dicks Bar to meet Cyn and Alberto. I missed the huge fight in Dicks Bar -- apparently, one drunk guy threw the balls from the billard pool onto people he did not like and tossed some glasses before fled. Such a drama.
Then at The Cock, we chatted -- I was starting to sneeze because of fuckin' allergies, one guy kept on shoving me with his sharpened elbow, I turned to let him know that I do not appreciate it. He kept on doing it again and again. I became annoyed, talked with my friend Corey who is a bartender about that loser. Corey said he'd keep an eye on him. Few minutes later, he shoved me again, Corey saw it.
Know what happened next?
Corey pulled the water hose that is used for filling up the drinks and sprayed at him with full blast -- he was drenched and shocked at the whole episode. Alberto and I gasped and stared in disbelief. It was such a melodramatic. Corey is my hero. Even if he is a hearie, he is my hero.
Who cannot love him?
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Had a dinner with a friend of mine on 2nd Avenue, I dont see that dude around -- who boasted that he'd push me onto the speeding bus somewhere on 2nd Avenue. Whatever. Then I went to Dicks Bar to meet Cyn and Alberto. I missed the huge fight in Dicks Bar -- apparently, one drunk guy threw the balls from the billard pool onto people he did not like and tossed some glasses before fled. Such a drama.
Then at The Cock, we chatted -- I was starting to sneeze because of fuckin' allergies, one guy kept on shoving me with his sharpened elbow, I turned to let him know that I do not appreciate it. He kept on doing it again and again. I became annoyed, talked with my friend Corey who is a bartender about that loser. Corey said he'd keep an eye on him. Few minutes later, he shoved me again, Corey saw it.
Know what happened next?
Corey pulled the water hose that is used for filling up the drinks and sprayed at him with full blast -- he was drenched and shocked at the whole episode. Alberto and I gasped and stared in disbelief. It was such a melodramatic. Corey is my hero. Even if he is a hearie, he is my hero.
Who cannot love him?
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Monday, April 19, 2004
Ithaca Guy and Mizzou Guy
Both are hearies -- and have blogs. They are 2nd and 3rd victims. Why did I add them? Ithaca Guy is charming. His entries are amusing and relaxing. My type in a guy. Oh, well. Mizzou Guy seems to be sweet in his entries. Another weakness on my part. And one more thing ... both are cute. So they're the newest victims.
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Slo-Mo
Several years ago, I watched the national championship game between Tennessee and Old Dominion. There was a cameo of slow motion which became my favorite slo-mo of all time.
When I am antsy or peeved, I quickly thought of the slo-mo scene to amuse myself.
IN that scene, it showed that a 6'5 center from Africa, Clarisse Machanguana tried to dribble the ball into the post area. Suddenly, Tennessee's Kyra Elzy swiped the ball off from Machanguana. Machanguana's face showed the confused disbelief then transformed into frustrated one as she tried to swirl her 6'5 body to stop Elzy from running off. IN the next move, Elzy slowly bounced from the right to the left to prevent Machanguana from reclaiming it. Elzy did not know that on her left side, Old Dominion's flashy point guard, Ticha Penicheiro already saw Elzy picking up the bounced ball on her left side. Ticha's determined look quickly focused on the ball as she dived to swipe the ball back.
That was fun scenario.
Take it in Slo-Mo, a lot of things happened. But in reality, it happened so fast -- like four or five seconds.
What a ride. I'm lucky and many deaf people are lucky, too. We are able to imitate Slo-Mo in our signs. I dont think hearing people are capable of that.
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When I am antsy or peeved, I quickly thought of the slo-mo scene to amuse myself.
IN that scene, it showed that a 6'5 center from Africa, Clarisse Machanguana tried to dribble the ball into the post area. Suddenly, Tennessee's Kyra Elzy swiped the ball off from Machanguana. Machanguana's face showed the confused disbelief then transformed into frustrated one as she tried to swirl her 6'5 body to stop Elzy from running off. IN the next move, Elzy slowly bounced from the right to the left to prevent Machanguana from reclaiming it. Elzy did not know that on her left side, Old Dominion's flashy point guard, Ticha Penicheiro already saw Elzy picking up the bounced ball on her left side. Ticha's determined look quickly focused on the ball as she dived to swipe the ball back.
That was fun scenario.
Take it in Slo-Mo, a lot of things happened. But in reality, it happened so fast -- like four or five seconds.
What a ride. I'm lucky and many deaf people are lucky, too. We are able to imitate Slo-Mo in our signs. I dont think hearing people are capable of that.
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