That means what? I'm going to home and rest. I tend to be home on Friday nights. I think it is because it's much cheaper to go out on weekdays than on weekends. Of course I have to go out on one of these weekends, so I often selected Saturday night as the means to go out.
But today is the day I am not feeling GREAT. I am tired, I am starting to have a headache. I am starting to feel exhausted.
This Tuesday, I will try to bait a friend or two (Sarah?) to go with me to Big Cup in quest to sign up for Queer Pad, a new not so straight reality show. It's going to be hard to win but who knows? Never hurt in trying to do that. Who knows it'd propel me to be "that" famous like Bill Rancic or Carson Kreesley?
Oh, my favorite scene in To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar occurs when one famous model stopped Noxeema Jackson from moving through at China Bowl, the model said, "You're so beautiful! Can I be like you?" Noxeema laughed then moved ahead and said with a sarcasm, "Good luck!"
Another one was when Chi Chi Rodriguez wailed and complained that she's tired of people snickering at her when she wants to do something good with her life. Vida turned to see Noxeema snickering. LOL.
I enjoyed watching people bicker at each other with snide remarks. It reflected their intelligence, the ability to withstand the insults and return it back with funny lines always won my praises. Which is why I have these friends on the list on my blog.
I look forward to return to my futon bed, where it is waiting for me. Maybe tonight after 10 PM, I'll be able to score a guy or two in my bed. Umm. That is not bad idea.
But hearing Bobby's comments about being tied in a bed getting an ass workout is bit turn-off.
Take care,
R-
Friday, April 23, 2004
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Savage, MattDude & Santorum
Who cannot hate Dan Savage? I love him. I'm envious of his boyfriend/husband, he has lots of things to say. I had been reading his books, articles and so on. It is always amusing.
Dan is the dude who coined a definition of Santorum. It is disgusting but yet you cannot deny that it is ... wholly true that you probably find it in Litch's bedroom sometimes after the sex between KT and LG. ;-) Check this out at Spreading Santorum.
To add the fifth victim on my hearies blog is none other than ThatMattDudewhom I found by accident last night at a bar named Monsters in Greenwich Village after tutoring a guy of ASL. He reminds me of me. Too bad he fled New York for these ugly sprawlin' town called Los Angeles.
What is up with fags in this decade? I kept on meeting many fags who are in their 30s and has boyfriends in 50s or 60s. Can't these fuckin' old geezers keep their dicks on their age-group?
This reminds me of what happened to me with my first response to the personal ad in 1991. I was reading "Our Own", a gay newspaper in Richmond, Virginia. There was a personal ad that indicated that he's 19 (I was 17), [stats was mentioned as well], wants to meet and date with guys around his age. I phoned him. We talked. He seems to be nice guy. We agreed to meet the next day. He suggested the Krispy Kreme Doughnuts restaurant on West Broad Street by Staples Mill Road. An alarm in my head flashed the lights on. Something weird is going to happen. I should have listen to it.
I went ahead and went to that restaurant despite the fact that this particular place is frequented by old geezers. I went there before with my parents when they picked up the doughnuts. So I entered the restaurant. There is no 19 years old in sight. Suddenly, an elder man came to me and said, "You are Ricky?"
That dude is no 19, motherfucker! "I thought you're 19?"
He said, "My mind and spirit is. Only my body is not."
I was speechless but nevertheless, rushed back into the car and zoomed out. Was in state of disbelief for days. It was my first personal ad and this fag ruined my trust and faith in gay men. Since then, I'm always wary of things that might happen.
Oh, well. Can't live with them, can't live without them.
R-
Dan is the dude who coined a definition of Santorum. It is disgusting but yet you cannot deny that it is ... wholly true that you probably find it in Litch's bedroom sometimes after the sex between KT and LG. ;-) Check this out at Spreading Santorum.
To add the fifth victim on my hearies blog is none other than ThatMattDudewhom I found by accident last night at a bar named Monsters in Greenwich Village after tutoring a guy of ASL. He reminds me of me. Too bad he fled New York for these ugly sprawlin' town called Los Angeles.
What is up with fags in this decade? I kept on meeting many fags who are in their 30s and has boyfriends in 50s or 60s. Can't these fuckin' old geezers keep their dicks on their age-group?
This reminds me of what happened to me with my first response to the personal ad in 1991. I was reading "Our Own", a gay newspaper in Richmond, Virginia. There was a personal ad that indicated that he's 19 (I was 17), [stats was mentioned as well], wants to meet and date with guys around his age. I phoned him. We talked. He seems to be nice guy. We agreed to meet the next day. He suggested the Krispy Kreme Doughnuts restaurant on West Broad Street by Staples Mill Road. An alarm in my head flashed the lights on. Something weird is going to happen. I should have listen to it.
I went ahead and went to that restaurant despite the fact that this particular place is frequented by old geezers. I went there before with my parents when they picked up the doughnuts. So I entered the restaurant. There is no 19 years old in sight. Suddenly, an elder man came to me and said, "You are Ricky?"
That dude is no 19, motherfucker! "I thought you're 19?"
He said, "My mind and spirit is. Only my body is not."
I was speechless but nevertheless, rushed back into the car and zoomed out. Was in state of disbelief for days. It was my first personal ad and this fag ruined my trust and faith in gay men. Since then, I'm always wary of things that might happen.
Oh, well. Can't live with them, can't live without them.
R-
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Wonder If It Ever Happened at NYSC?
Gay guys tend to work out excessively, maybe 6 days out of a week, 2.5 hours minimum with 1.5 hours spending in the shower room sucking, fucking and/or jerking each other off. Sometimes these guys came back for 2nd time in a day.
Saw this grotesque picture. Wondered if it'll ever happen in a place like NYSC. *evil grin*
Check this picture out.
R-
Saw this grotesque picture. Wondered if it'll ever happen in a place like NYSC. *evil grin*
Check this picture out.
R-
DelaJoy & CertainDisaster
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. :-)
R-
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. :-)
R-
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!
R-
R-
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!!!!
R-
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!!!!
R-
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.
R-
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.
R-
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