Omit Pride out of Gay Pride Parade?

I'm now on Anger chapter of Dan Savage's Skipping Towards Gomorrah.

IN "Pride" chapter, where it talked about how sexual the Gay Pride Parades tend to be. Kevin, Jake and Tim kept on saying that the parades are for "gay youth" but Dan looks around. No (probably not many) young 'uns.

It talks about how we need to promote that being "gay is good". Actually, Dan is right. The whole rhetoric of "gay is good" is all b.s.

We have good and bad people in Gay Communities. Look at me, some people thinks I'm evil. There are gay men who are passing HIV to other unsuspecting gay men like free candies or condoms. Not only that, it is no secret that when a very good-looking guy comes out of the closet, they are constantly hit on by older gay men.

Dan said he learned the hard way when he was young. I agreed with him. I learned the hard way, too. Being Gay is not fun, especially in dealing with gay men who are incredibly judgmental. It took me a while to stand up and say, "Fuck off, let me be me."

All in all, I think the parade should remove "pride" out of this parade & festival. Call it Gay Day Parade. Or Gay Parade.

Look at Kevin, Jake and Tim -- they said: "We came here to laugh at the freaks." It says it all. They worked so hard to buff themselves, to look hot so that they will not be branded as freaks. So they feel they had the right to laugh at others who are not like them. So much for pride.

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Wall Street Sauna

It is a joke. The NYC Health Department sued the Wall Street Sauna in downtown NYC for unsafe sex and finally got them to close the doors.

The owners of Wall Street Sauna denied that there were sexual activities in the private club. The manager, Ancil Brown said, "These crazy sex acts that the city is claiming happen here do not, and I am really shocked and appalled that they are trying to shut us down."

But the problem, Ancil Brown, is that Wall Street Sauna was mentioned in HX and Next magazines, the city's gay entertainment booklets.

It is sex club, no question about it. Stop denying, Ancil Brown. Deal with it, you're finished.

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Few Adjustments

I am adding a new category as well.

I am adding "Wet Dreaming" because it is charming and sexy.

Why? Because I can!

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Jonathan and My Weekend

My weekend was totally uneventful. In fact, on Sunday, I did not step outside of my apartment at all. Last Friday, I napped for a long time only to wake up to see few folks visiting Cynthia. Few this, that and there. That is all I will comment at this point.

Then on Saturday, I shopped food and had a long laundry. Ahh. Nice. It is certainly to do nothing because every weekend in the last 4 weeks were simply hectic. Now I get to do this.

Ahh, it is certainly nice to be wanted. I cannot help it if I am cautious and wary of anyone who told me that he wanted me. That he has feelings for me. That he wanted me so bad. Jonathan and I met at a certain place. He was all over me. He said when he saw me, he knew he wanted me. Some guys I will never understand, really. So wait and see. Yeah, his name is Jonathan. Oh, yeah, he is hearing. He has been emailing me 3 or 4 times per day. I'm flattered but why? No idea. I'm going to go with the flow.

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Some Tidbits

Erin Casler won Miss Deaf America Pageant. Erin does not stop to amaze me. She was an outspoken feminist. I guess, moving to Sioux Falls toned her feminist rhetoric down by a mile to a point where she has to compete in a pageant.

I remembered Jason telling me that his boyfriend's mother accused of killing her pet bird. I was baffled. I asked Jason what happened. Apparently, the pet bird was very old and sleeping in the cage. Gus, Jason's boyfriend, decided to put the cover on the birdcage for the night. Somehow, Jason got a big butt, his butt accidentally hit the birdcage and shook the birdcage. Giving the old bird a heart attack and dropped dead.

Shish Kebob has a new blog up and running. Check her out. She is the one who saved her drink but not her pager when she plunged into the pool. Smack!

I learned something interesting on PBS (See? I love these documentaries!!), the beer, Guinness signed for a lease that will last 9,000 years. Wow.

Guess what? The NY Daily News talked about the cuddle party! The same one I mentioned in my blog after I discovered it from Shane! I guess someone at NYDN is reading my blog. Whee.

There is a school in Virginia called Washington and Lee University. What am I trying to say? I personally think we should change Gallaudet University to Gallaudet and Clerc University. It is a travesty that we named a dormitory after the nation's first Deaf teacher. It is common that many deaf schools tend to name dormitories or other lesser buildings to deaf persons. I do not care if there is Laurent Clerc National Deaf Education Center, primarily for Model Secondary School for the Deaf and Kendall Demonstration Elementary School. I want Laurent Clerc to be on the same level with Thomas Hopkins Gallaudet. Not less or above. Just the same. I'm all for the change.

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Addendum to "Who Is Carrie?"

I should mention this because I told Carrie a long time ago. My parents loved Carrie. They thought we should marry.

I muttered, "If that was the case, we'd be already married a long time ago, Mom!"

My parents, today, still asked me about Carrie. And when.

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Chanda!

I grew up in The South. In a little way, I was indoctrinated by the peers that African Americans are humans first, but they are not exactly smart like the caucasians are. It is more of an attitude than knowledge, really. When you go to the grocery store, you see these thugs bulldozing their ways around. You became used to it and assumed that many of African Americans are like that.

Until I met Chanda, I was like that. But after I hung out, partied, loitered and fucked up with Chanda, my perceptions of people in general were totally removed.

In fact, when we first met, the way she talked, she completely trashed my perceptions. I cannot help but laughed so hard.

From there, I considered her as a good friend. It was always funny to see her walking to me and say, "Tell me what is happening on the campus! Tell me tell me tell me!" I'm like, "Ok, once upon a time ..." She'd squeak and say, "Not again, but go ahead!" Beth would throw in some insane comments about something else. The communication between me, KB, Chanda, Beth and few others can be misconstrued as something bizarre because I do not think people outside of our group would understand what we were talking about.

One time, Chanda was thirsty and hungry. She poured vodka on her pizza slice and drank/ate it. What am I supposed to react? I'm like, "Ok, you are satisfied. What's next?"

Chanda was extremely intelligent. She never studied. She just read the textbooks, not studied, JUST READ -- then aced the courses in her sleep.

She absolutely hated dresses and make-ups. She loved the dramas. She was a sucker for big-time dramas with friends.

The New Years' Eve Party at Chanda, KB & Beth's apartment were purely wacko. Lots of insanity occured in that timespan.

How can you not smile at this?

It is been 7 years since Chanda died.

Of course, I miss her. Very much.

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