Don't Point That At Me, Cynthia.

Two nights ago, Cynthia and I was sitting on the floor and watched Disney's Tarzan. We giggled when we saw Rosie O'Donnell's ape character. The resemblance is very strong between the animated character and Rosie.

Then Cyn said that she has Champagne that someone gave her for her birthday. She struggled to pop the cork, I kept on telling her to stick that thing out of my face. She kept on rolling to my face, I pushed the champagne and said, "There, not my face!" She then struggled and the champagne went back to my face -- I pushed it -- BOOM, the cork popped out -- it was pretty loud and funny. The cork landed about 10 feet away from where we were. Cynthia's response was: "Oh."

Told her, "TOLD YOU SO! Don't point that at me or anyone else's face!!"

About the ancient pictures, I always enjoyed them. I guess I got it from my father's passion. It is just that the way they posed themselves before the camera is graceful and powerful.

Cliff, look at the female students and the intstructor. Notice that their hair did not reach their clothes, their hairdos were held. Patti Raswant (I miss her very much, where is she?) said that a long time ago in deaf schools, students were encouraged not to shower daily, that they may shower 2 or 3 times per week. To prevent their hair from becoming oily, many female students learned to tie their hair without getting dirty from their clothes.

Not only that, if you look at the female instructor, I'm not certain if she is deaf or hearing (probably hearing), but it is easy to identify that she is a discplinarian. Look at the paper she held and the space between her and the female students. Her body language indicated that she is a strict disciplinarian.

As you can see, Cliff, the picture like this tells more than just pose in silence.

Last night, I met a charming fellow at Nowhere Bar, he was all over me. His name is Walter. No, it is not Lozada. Just another hearing guy. At first, I was ordering Prabst beer, he stood behind me and he touched my back, I was startled. But did not turn my head to see who it is. I was busy with the money exchange. He then rubbed my back. It was sweet and nice. I turned, I was impressed. He is cute, has intense eyes and all that. Bit older than I am but still cute. We talked. He said he observed me from distance. He made his move and I enjoyed his company. Asked me if I want to go to Vermont with him for these Radical Faeries thing. I told him that I promised myself that I have to work on my stuff before the Audit occurs on 16th to 18th of June.

This happened at Nowhere Bar, the site of Big Lug every Tuesdays. I saw one muscular guy rubbing himself on 400-lb guy. I do not understand. But like someone said, maybe that muscular guy likes to poke his dick into bigger guy's oversized belly button? I noticed that certain guys go in the back and pull the drapes to close the room for few minutes . . .

Guess what? Triple XXX is returning again at The Hole. It is not the last time as Nardicio proclaimed to be -- this Sunday, May 30, 2004 from 9 PM to 4 AM.

I do not think I will attend unless a certain person(s) are in town ...

R-

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.

R-

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.

R-

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!

R-

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.

R-

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.

R-

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.

R-