Boo!

Last Wednesday afternoon, I had the days off on Thursday and Friday in addition to the weekend. That was fantastic! Benis and I went to a local bar in Greenwich Village to meet Web and Surdus and finally meet a studmuffin from Burlington, Vermont.

That dude is cute, charming and nice. Smart and funny. Blah, blah, blah.

Benis and I ventured to XL Bar where I ended up drinking too much. Alberto, Web, Surdus, Nick, Benis and I had a good time cruising and chatting. Then we thought, why not participate on a game show at XL called 'Faggot Feud'? Benis asked to sign up for 29th of this month. The participants are me (for sure!), Benis (Of course!) and the rest to be announced shortly!

So it will be Deaf vs. Hearing! I hope we ambush them. Leave no mercy or pity for anyone else. Open and close with heavy casualities! All I know is that if it is confirmed, the drama will escalate at Faggot Feud. Guaranteed!

We'll steal Amanda LePore's spotlight and put it on us for the rest of the night! Sorry, Ivana Dix and Missy Take, that evening is NOT yours!

The next day, Benis, Cynthia, Tanya and I went to The Hole and The Urge. Corey Tut isn't working at The Hole any longer, I believe. So it is bit dull than normal. The music screeched. Too hot. Off to the Urge, saw two deaf newbies -- one moved from Seattle, one was visiting from some town in Pennsylvania. I was the VEE-VEE at them. I was heavily buzzed.

At some point, the deaf guy from Seattle has a boyfriend whom he introduced him to me. Shortly after that, these two deaf persons left. The hearing boyfriend stayed behind at the bar, I watched him making out with someone else. Then he looked at me and said, "SSSH!"

I'm like, "Ugh, fuck yourself."

I ended up being locked out of my apartment for 3 hours, courtesy of Cyn and Benis. Thanks a lot, Cyn and Benis!! (I lent the keys to Benis who went to sleep earlier, which is why I was locked out)

Meanwhile, while I was stucked outside for 3 hours, I stumbled on something interesting. It is fun and cool. Check this out.

The next day, I was baffled to see a green turd in the toilet bowl. Wonder if alcoholism played a role in this? I only drank cranberry vodka and jagermeister! No, I did not eat asparagus or whatever that spells the shit. Later, my turds turned back to brown, thank God. Time to ask Tobes for advice since he is Jag Queen.

Benis then left for Norfuck. Needed a break, Me! Later, Surdus convinced me to stroll down to Mr. Dempsey's Pub for DPHH event. If you don't know what DPHH is all about, tough shit. Not in mood to explain nor educate. Not my style to spoon y'all. Had a nice and mellow time. Blah, blah, blah.

This morning, I woke up around 8 AM after a loud thunder -- then saw a bright flash of lightning right outside of my window -- I freaked out. My bed is by the fuckin' window. It rained hard -- I ended up sleeping on the couch -- to avoid the 'lightning strike' on my futon bed. Don't need to be electrocuted and fried in a compromising situation where everyone can develop a wild conspiracy theories about me and my futon bed!!

Got to watch Legal Blonde 2 and Serendipity. Reese can be so good at being a bimbo, is she?

I'm heading to New England with Shane and Chris who are hearing fags (*gasp!* Call the Press! RT is now meddling with that kind!) on October 1 - 3 to visit Dartmouth College (Chris' alma mater) and to relax in the folliage where I probably will lay in hot tub naked with Shane and Chris in the cold weather.

Can't wait for that ...

Later,

R-

Preemptive Strike: Bomb Dunkin' Donuts!!

There are days that I absolutely cannot stand hearies. Today happens to be the one. This morning, as I was heading to work, I stopped by Dunkin' Donuts. There was a long line.

Sensing the long line and hectic time, I wrote down the orders on my pad to save the time and hassle.

Little did I know that the workers at Dunkin' Donuts would blow it out of porportions. These people need to be murdered savagely for driving me nuts this fuckin' morning!

I wrote down on a paper pad:

2 - Croissant sandwiches with egg, sausage and cheese

Was that too difficult thing to comprehend, hearing people?????? Please fucking answer this question!

The lady at the front saw me giving her the note to read, she told me to wait and told a fuckin' customer behind me to order first. I interrupted and said it was my turn, not hers. The lady then took my note but did not read it, she went on to get another paper and pen and gave it to me to write down. I yelled at her to read that fuckin' note.

She rolled her eyes at me, then read the note. I fumed.

Shortly, she gave me No. 2 combo deal with a coffee and a croissant sandwich.

Fuck you, bitch. I said "2 - Croissant sandwiches with egg, sausage and cheese" -- not a fucking No. 2 combo deal, you dumbfuck cunt fuck!!!! Stop fucking wasting my fucking time!!!

It took a fucking 30 MINUTES for them to clear this up -- and give me the exact things I wrote down clearly on a fucking pad!

Suffice to say, I was not happy with hearing people this morning. I leered at every hearing person who walked by me on the way to the office. If I was Mordru, they'd be massacred right away. Slaughtered without any remorse.

But after arriving at the office, where I see few people of my kind, I felt much better. Back to normal. Hearies can make my living hell sometimes after a simple order.

Why do you fucking do that, hearies?! Next time, if you cannot handle a simple order, get a fucking shotgun and blow your head out, please!

R-

T.E.O.T.W.A.W.K.I.

EMERGENCY! Somebody call the Press Corps! The Boucher, formerly also known as the K.O.P. during our Gallaudet Era had Rue McClanahan acting in his office -- Rue McClanahan used to act as Blanche Devereaux on The Golden Girls.

Blanche was shameless slut from day one. Instead of avoiding it, she always embrace the hedonism and wore it on her forehead. Something that the Boucher desperately wanted from day one, eh?

FYI, The Boucher is a gentleman, the K.O.P. was a nickname that we affectionately called him when we were in college years. No hard feelings, babe.

Pop Quiz for y'all.

What does the K.O.P. stands for?

What about T.E.O.T.W.A.W.K.I.?

Cheers,

R-

Second Star on Right, And Straight On Until Morning!

Today is the first anniversary of Observe But Do Not Interfere. May it prosper for a long time. My eternal thanks to Beth for encouraging me to set one up when I doubted myself. Suddenly, I seem to attract bunnies who multiplied rapidly in a year.

Of course, I also attracted some bad bugs as well. It is something that one has to learn over the time. I do not regret it.

Sometimes I'm lucky to work at an agency because the agency observed the Jewish, American and standard holidays. Because of Rosh Hashanah, I'm off 'til Monday starting on Wednesday afternoon. One Jewish guy came to me today and said, "It will be 5,765th year on Thursday."

Interesting. I learn something new, everyday.

Anyway, for the holidays/weekend, I need to decide what to do. Vermont? New Hope? Philadelphia? Argh.

R-

Who Is He?

Today, I strolled to a not-so-bad diner at the corner of 14 Street and Avenue B. There is a guy who works there named Christopher. To me, he is just average twink. A guy who shaves his chest and legs. A guy who went to a gym just to work out for 30 minutes then spend 180 minutes in the locker room doing what God knew all along. These type of guys that I do not find appealling. But Christopher is nice fellow. Always tease me for some reasons unknown to myself.

Today, he grabbed my crotch and groped me in front of patrons inside the restaurant. I was startled and looked at him, he passed me the advertisement. Oh. My. God. This fella is going to strip at CBGB's Gallery on September 18 at 8:45 PM. I groaned.

Christopher then spoke in a clear speech, "YOU ... MUST ... COME ... OR ... I ... WILL ... KICK ... THIS." He probably used his voice, loud enough for others to hear him barking at me.

I asked by moving my lips but in a silent manner, "You wanted me to see you strip?"

He said, "YOU ... MUST ... COME!!" Christopher kept on pointing his finger at me in my face.

"Oh, shut up, get that finger out of my face." I used my hand to scoff his finger away in a teasing manner.

"I'll be there to see how tiny one you have, ok?" I chortled. Christopher laughed out loud and said, "OK!"

He then allowed me to proceed to have my lunch.

Men in New York can be slutty.

R-

Interesting Scenario

Benis and I hung out recently and we were having a good conversation in ASL on some street in Chelsea. We were interrupted by a hearing guy who signed something to Benis. He quickly introduced himself to Benis, completely cutting me off and ignoring me off. It took a moment or two for Benis to introduce him to me. He glanced at me for a second then went back to Benis. Focused on him most of the times.

I was nauseated by the whole scenario. So was Benis. He asked Benis if he's single. When Benis said nope, he asked if we were together. Again, no. It was just irritating and annoying to a point where I wanted to bash his skull in.

In 15 minutes' span, this guy probably looked at me for, like, 45 seconds, and the rest was on Benis.

Later, Benis said that it was annoying as well.

Last Saturday night, Amanda LePore, that trannie thing at Boysroom tried to grope Benis and urge him to strip.

I really felt for Benis. He is good looking guy, good enough for anyone else in the world. But he happens to have a mind of his own. He's smart and all that. He may be a twink but he is also intelligent (same thing goes for Awon) and I find him very interesting to chat with. Which I cannot say the same thing for many hearing gay twinks in this country.

So naturally, it annoyed me to see guys hitting on him just because he looks hot. When he withers, will they continue to harass him? Or chasing the younger guys? Just to satisfy their lust for "youth"?

R-

9/11

The third anniversary of 9/11 has passed by over the weekend.

I'm disappointed that Larry forgot who the person was next to him when it happened -- Larry, it was me!! I was the one who told you that it was not an accident when you said that it might be an accident. I told you that it was clear sky on that morning. Crashed in the Hudson River might be classified as an accident but the towers? Impossible.

It was surreal experience to be in the District when we saw the tube broadcasting the whole she-bang drama. My pager has been ringing all day long, frantically trying to make sure everyone else is OK and someone to talk because one is shocked.

But was I ever shocked? No. Surprised? Yes. It was inevitable, like it or not. Timing was bit off, but clever of al-Qaeda to do that.

I got pissed off at that stupid deaf latino guy from Los Angeles who cheered that California is better than New York during the tragedy. I shouted and signed vehemently that there are people dead right now as you are using your time to mock each other?! He lost my respect ... permanently.

Then someone alerted me that the Pentagon was being attacked. That the State Department was bombed. That the airplanes are still flying towards us. Someone even mentioned the possibility of crashing at ... *gasp!* Tower Clock at Gallaudet University. Emergency! Call 911!

Insanity and absurdity existed during the national crisis. One needs to look at ourselves, sometimes. Propelling the flags all across the nation scared me silly. It tasted of nationalism, which is not good thing to embrace. Nationalism destroyed nations.

It was a somber experience that none of us will forget. But again, there are events in our lives that we will never forget. When the USS Challenger exploded, I told Mr. Frick, my Algebra teacher in high school, that the explosion itself was beautiful. He said, "You are morbid, Ricky."

When the towers collapsed and the smoke engulfed and covered the lower Manhattan, it was surreal and yet, so beautiful and tragic. I turned to look at Rico and Berna, "This is something you will never see again in your lifetime." Both nodded and looked back at the television screen.

Thanks a lot, George W. Bush. Thanks for making it happen.

R-