Cuddle Party?!

THIS one I will have to email and find out!

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A Legitimate Question

I want a hearing person to answer this. This is not supposed to be an insult. I think a lot of Deaf persons would like to know about this.

Why are you guys obsessed with the sounds?

I'm sick of hearing people talking about how great the sounds are. I'm sick of seeing people revolving their lives around music. I'm sick of people trying to live by the sounds.

Frankly, the music is nice when it is relaxing and when I am in the mood. But overall, when I want a quiet time, the sounds are to be completely CUT OFF. No music allowed, no volumes allowed. In fact, I always made sure that my TV set is off.

But the question is: Why are you obsessed with the music?

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What Will I Do On 4th of July?

That is still up in the air. I got an invitation to stay with a friend in Fire Island. Mark wants to go. He is supposed to leave for Wichita today, but his new beau begged him to stay for another week. Sigh.

Anyway, Mark wants me to go with him to Fire Island. I'm not fond of beaches, I'm not fond of pretty bois, guys who are 59 years old but call themselves bois, guys who shaved their chests and shriek like a girl, guys who are narcissitic by all means.

But I never "touched" Fire Island. I should give it a shot to decide if I like it or not. I'm sure that I will bump into many familiar faces at Fire Island. I'd like to check Cherry Grove, The Pines and that infamous Meatracks to get the general idea of why fags love Fire Island. From what I was told, the island is full of out-of-control folks with little control by the local police.

But the problem is that I do not like the beach! I do not like to clean my feet right after walking in the beach, I do not like to find sand in my head and so on.

I ABSOLUTELY HATE THE BEACHES!!!

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Size 38?

After the debacle of my relationship with Todd, my first and foremost boyfriend when I was in high school, I had no one to turn to. Not even my parents, friends, teachers or anyone else in the state of Virginia.

I was hurting.

I plunged into a depression (I never noticed) but either way, I sank and gained a lot. I went from the waist size 36 to 50. That was a cue. 50 is ugly. After some years of battling depression, I am able to keep it in check and move onwards. Slowly, I am now rolling back to size 40. For some time, I struggled to break the obstacle in reaching thirtysomething.

Last weekend, I think I just crossed the line as my pants kept on falling down. It is now to Size 38!!

Yay. This week, I plan to sign up at a local gymnasium to work out and improve my health. It is my hope that in a year or less, I will look good and healthy.

Cheers,

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Hearies Can Be Stupid

Last night, Mark and I chatted at The Phoenix. We were trying to talk as much as can be before he goes home to Wichita, Kansas. One hearing guy came over to talk with Mark, I was bit annoyed because Mark is with me to chat more before he departs.

I'm sick of hearing men thinking they have the right to bump in and take over the attention.

I was patient enough. I looked at his t-shirt. I liked the comments it said: "Sorry, Girls ... I Only Suck Dicks."

I thought it was cute. I pointed to his t-shirt and said, "I like it."

He said, "What?"

I like it.

He gave me the facial expression that was somewhat "No, no, no. Not me."

I was perplexed. He asked me by paper pad, "You tried to ask me to suck you?"

I gave him the ugly stare. I said, "I like your t-shirt, I don't want your mouth on my cock!"

He turned to ask Mark if I hated him. Dofus bag. Mark snickered. I told Mark that I already hated him a week ago!

That guy was bit scared of me since I stopped talking to him. I just discarded him as I do when I am done with newspaper into a trash bin.

Later, at the bar, we ordered two Bud Light. Jim, the bartender knew we were Deaf. Jim kept on insisting to use his voice with Mark. Mark cannot read at all. I can read a little. Mark was confused. And Jim was very rude and abrasive, he rolled his eyes when Mark flinched his eyes as not to understand what Jim said.

I interrupted Jim that he cannot understand a word he said. Jim said, "He has to try."

I said, "Stop barking with that voice, and write it down."

Jim got pissed off and refused to serve me all night long.

Who was rude?

R-

Who Is Carrie?

When I was a student at Gallaudet, I used the VAX WhatsupX Notes Confab, there was a gal who kept on using these words: Facinorous grin. My roommate from California said that there is no such word for facinorous. We searched through some dictionaries and asked Carrie in whatsupX Notes Confab that there is no such thing as "facinorous". She said that it is an old English word. Sure enough, we found it.

Later, we met in person ... long story. But I did not care much for her. She stared at me as if I was evil. I smirked. I was on the floor, peeking out of my bedroom. It was silly thing. But one thing led to the other, Carrie and I talked.

And hung out. Carrie can talk very well and can hear. She said she is Hard of Hearing. I shook my head. I said, "You're Deaf."

She shook her head, "No, I can speak and hear a little, therefore I am Hard of Hearing."

I said, "Stop it, Carrie. You are Deaf even if you can hear a little and speak very well. There are many Deaf people in the past who can hear and speak but they call themselves Deaf."

It is all about pride and confidence, really.

IN that semester, we hang out together so much to a point where she has to go back home, she objected to her parents that the television set must have the captions at all times. Good for her.

From there, we are pretty good friends. We do almost everything together during the year. Remember Cowden thing? Amazing. Remember the jerk-off? And all that stuff.

Today, I'm proud that Carrie is able to stand up and say, "Fuck you, I am Deaf and don't you call me HoH!"

Cheers,

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Tom Tricoli Needs To Be Crippled

Tom Tricoli is not human at all. He is not even a male, to start with.

Often, Deaf people tends to develop codes and slangs to chat with each other. It is their way to shield themselves from hearing people like Tom. It is always tragic that he would mock at the grammatical structures of American Sign Language.

Reading his blog is pretty pitiful to read because it is full of inane remarks. None of it is true, of course.

American Sign Language is visual language, we pick up the images and convert it into words of our own to prevent an ordinary faggot like Tom Tricoli from understanding our conversations. From there, he was able to interpret on his own and mock at it.

He does not have a career, all he does is to manage a bar. It is sad. So SYL to you and do us a favor, please die, Tom Tricoli!

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