The Vee-Vee of "B"

What I'd like for you to do is to look at the picture -- this is classic picture. One of my favorite pictures of all times. I am intrigued by the female student who fingerspelled "B", primarily because of her left-handed (I am lefty).



NOTE FOR HEARIES: The female students were fingerspelling "Alabama", one letter per person.

Not only that, I want you to look at this particular girl who did the "B". Notice her pinkie finger? Even she signed "B", but her pinkie finger seems to split apart a little from the other three fingers.

Now, I noticed with Deaf people who used ASL as its primary communication on a daily basis, they also signed "B" with their pinkie finger split apart a little. I noticed that I have the same formation that this particular female student had with the "B" sign. If I look at my hand, I am able to force my pinkie finger to stick together with the other three fingers. But if I do not think about it and just pull "B", the pinkie finger just is still apart from the other fingers.

For a while, I wonder why. But I think I know why. Our pinkie finger is perhaps the most used in fingerspelling if you look at F, I, J and Y. We used the pinkie finger to fingerspell these four letters. We often stretched the pinkie finger to identify the letter clearly.

In other words, we abused our pinkie finger all right to an extent. I thought it was absolutely cool that in 1900s, Deaf people has that, and today in 2004, we still have that as well.

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What Would Hare Krishna Do To Me?

Last night, I got beeped by Chris and Shane, two hearing friends whom I befriended a long time ago when I was newbie in New York. Let's leave that as it is.

They beeped me that they are going to be at Phoenix. Off I went right after work around 8 PM. Had a good time with them. Then they left about an hour later, I met a couple of interesting people.

One cute, young guy told me he reads my blogs. Silence. Is this good or bad, considering the fact that I was vicious towards one person? He then said, "That guy you bashed on, he probably deserved it. He has no right to mock at you for being Deaf, fuck him." He introduced himself and we talked a little, he said he is HIV Positive but he agreed with me to "fuck him off".

We had a nice time talking. Then he asked me for the email address, I said why? "So we can go out and maybe, talk and eat?" I smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, why not?"

After that, I went home.

This morning, I put on my "cool" sunglasses and stroll to the office. Oh, Hare Krishna is walking towards me with a bag. I tried to act normal and just walk straight. He stopped me. He spoke to me. I pointed to my ears to indicate that I'm deaf. He then said, "OK..." in his voice then signed, "...I know signs! Do you want to buy a book about spirituality?"

I smirked a little and said, "Thanks, but no. I'm going to work. Have a good day." He then stopped someone else. Ahh.

Where do you get to see Hare Krishna trying to solicit Deaf persons in ASL? New York, my dear children, New York.

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June 4 - 8

These dates left me some mixed feelings. I will depart for Richmond, Virginia. I wonder if I am able to adapt to the concept that everything closes at 12 AM or 2 AM in this town after enduring the weeks of 4 AM closings in this magnificent city.

I am going to VEE at Deaf people in Paramount Kings Dominion where I shall mingle all day long with Benis and Oswaks. Let's pray for less sun, more clouds so I dont have to deal with sunburn, motherfucka!!

Maybe some of us could have a lunch together in Doswell, Virginia.

I am going to VEE at my parents' luncheon on Sunday the 6th for their awards. I know I am going to snicker and page friends what I think of this.

Then my sister asked me if she could drive me and Benis back to NYC on 7th or 8th. I said, "Sure, but I gotta drive first, sistah!"

No way in Heavens or Hell that I'd permit my lesbo sistah to drive in Manhattan.

Only Deaf gay men can drive better than anyone else.

So these particular dates are going to be interesting weekend for me to analyze myself and the ... world!

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Sometimes I Want To Do This

Sometimes, the stress is getting to you. You became so frustrated, you became so pissed off, you became so annoyed.

That's what is happening to me today.

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Now I feel better.

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A Question for Hearing Person, Please

I have a question for a hearing person to explain.

I was born Deaf. I never had the ability to hear a sound, nor whine over the loss of sounds. Absolutely nothing. I can feel the vibrations, sometimes it is nice. Sometimes it is fuckin' annoying to a point where I will just slay a drag queen just to shut it up. Blah, blah and blah.

Why is that hearing persons so obsessed with music? Why is that they revolve around sounds that emits out of these machines? Why is that they always feel "bad" for Deaf people that we were devoid of a chance to hear a bird squawking?

Honestly, I think hearing sounds are simply overrated.

But I think it is SAFE to say that Deaf friends and I would like to hear a hearing person come up and defend themselves in my comment forum.

Thank you, hearies.

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Last Night ...

Yassine convinced me to do something that I rarely did. We went to Webster Hall.

I is the VEE VEE and VEE. Webster Hall used to be some kind of broadway theater but it was converted into a ... dance club. Apparently, some Deaf guy named Todd decided to promote the night as Deaf Nite at that place. Yassine wanted to check it out.

So off we went. Saw the classic friends as usual. Yvonne and I cruised the physical fight between a drunk patron and five or six bouncers. I swear if these five or six bouncers overextends themselves, this poor drunken fool would snap his fuckin' neck!

No, the drunken fool is not deaf. So no need to spread the rumors, honey.

The prices to drink from Webster Hall is ludicrous. To a point where the city should shut it down. $9 for a fuckin' rail drink! That's all? No, a fuckin' pint-sized one!!

At this point, if college students made Webster Hall their focal point, I am willing to bet that lots of them will be broke before they could pick up their SSI checks ...

One thing that turned me off about hearing guys who worked as bouncers at Webster Hall, they tend to break Deaf patrons who huddled in a circle to chat with each other. Apparently, these idiotic bouncers assumed that we were dealing drugs. The truth is that we need to huddle with each other in order to be able to see what one has to say in sign language. I repeatedly saw three or four bouncers breaking deaf groups up. Totally tasteless, you hearie dumbfucks!

I think I might date this cute bartender from the local bar in a short time. And guess what? He is hearie! Yassine liked him. That sounds a good deal, eh?

I notice something interesting -- there are plentiful of guys who are dumb on this planet -- and often, their names tend to coincide with Aaron! No, Oswaks, even you have the first name -- Aaron but you are not what I am thinking of.

Today, the sun arose over Manhattan. Yassine was thrilled. Yassine dropped the MOAB on me (Mother of All Bombs) that she is off to Boston for two days (Praise the Lord!). I was like, "Sure, go away! I need the space to myself. I am tired of sleeping with a woman next to me!" Yassine smiled so hard. We went to Penn Station but after some confusing moments, we went to Park Avenue and 39th Street to meet friends and bid her farewell. It was enjoyable day. We get to VEE, VEE and VEE people around us in Midtown.

Now I need a drink or two at some local fag pub.

I have a long day tomorrow.

Man.

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Yassine and I, Plus Some Comments

Yassine is turning out to be a NYC Girl after all. This girl can find her way around. She found a way to reach my place without my help. When she stood at the corner of 3rd Avenue and 14th Street, I saw her standing there and she said, "Man, I am ready to strip now!"

We chit-chatted for several hours before we strolled down to Ryan's Irish Pub on 2nd Avenue for Deaf Professional Happy Hour, it was fun and relaxing. Good to see some friends.

I ditched the GBNY this time around. I don't think I want to deal with hearing men for the time being. Just take a look at Tom Tricoli, SoapSucker and Captain-Obvious and by itself, it was enough to make me repel hearing guys.

Yassine pulled an antic on a hearing guy that I nearly pissed in my pants. A hearing guy hits on Yassine, and Yassine was quick to tell him that she's with me. Me? This hearing guy was obviously disappointed but stared at me as if I was so lucky to have her. I grimaced and pointed my finger at her for lying. She grabbed my finger and twisted it. I yelped like a kid in front of that hearing dude. That hearing dude is so hot but he was cool enough to give me a handshake and wished me the best.

Then we went to Urge. Web, me and Yassine had a good time, chatting about everything from A to Z. These gals charmed their ways around with a stripper or two. Apparently, someone else was so impressed with our having a good time and decided to buy us a round of drinks. I was delighted. About time someone who is hearing person is also NICE. I also saw a familiar gay blogger from NYC at Urge, he was hitting on an old geezer. More power to him -- but honey, don't do it in the bathroom, please. Do it in your bedroom, or that old geezer's bedroom.

Yassine is currently painting the town red with her boyfriend while I do some work at the office and home. I'm being pressured to meet friends and hang out at Webster Hall tonight but I dont know if I am in mood for that. In ASL, I say "SEE SEE".

Rosey, I had a discussion with a group of friends about your infamous Rosey antic. They absolutely loved and adored your antic but will they do it? Nah. Not me, but someday I might when I get annoyed, I will do it in an instant.

Tom Tricoli is at it again. Our emails has been bouncing off each other like a dodgeball. He always threw such hateful comments about deafness, appearances, intelligence and so on. I threw it back with his flaws. He has flaws such as too old, too ugly, too bitter, consummated with HIV thing, et al.

You know the rules, what you sow, you reap. He has been vicious so I had to defend who I am by throwing it back onto him. It is silly since he is much older than I am. Yet, he is still a bitter queen. Maybe that is why he has the virus to shake himself up and wake up.

It is getting old. To top it all, I'm sick of some hearing gay men in NYC for taking sides or kept silent when Tom Tricolithrew these uncalled comments on me, but slammed on me for throwing it back. It is getting silly and stupid. It is pretty childish, petty and immature.

And it is certainly cool to be Deaf and to be a cocksucker. Let alone combine two -- proud of it, honey. At least, I'm clean. Which I cannot say the same thing for you, Tom Tricoli! So to me, being the Deaf Cocksucker is no big deal to me, ye trollop dumbfuck.

Good thing, my life does not revolve on this blogging business. I have things to do but when I have the time, I shall blog. Some people like Tom does not. Tom, you apparently forgot to take extra anxiety pills again. Pop it up some today!

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