Missed Connection

Last night at Big Lug, it was packed. And they smell.

I talked with the bartender and jokingly asked him if it was a special event for body odors. He widened his eyes and nodded vigorously. He was baffled that lots of bigger men simply smells bad last night. At least, I reserve the right to wrinkle my nose in front of these smelly men.

Go and take an hour of bath! With soap! Or better yet, use PineSol! Ugh.

Last night before I went to the Big Lug, I was surfing the Missed Connection section in craigslist.org -- it was funny. I decided to post a comment to tell Manhattanites to assert themselves in meeting Deaf people. I'm sick of making the first move most of the times. It was bit corny message, to be honest with you, in comparison with thousands of wacky comments by others.

Then I got a response via the e-mail by the name of Mark. Straight. Called himself Hearie. Had a great conversation with him all nite long back and forth on my pager. He lives only three blocks away. He sounds fun and cool to befriend. Perhaps in a short time, I shall meet him in person and loiter.

And yeah, he can sign. Long story but the point is that he is funny to start with. That is a quality that I enjoy out of people -- making wiseass comments about everything else. Just like Beth.

Oh, yeah ... enjoy the picture --care to guess who the cute studmuffin is?



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Here Putin In His Deep Thoughts About Bush

Is Bush pathetic or what?

You can see Putin looking down on Bush. Why? Maybe it is because his zipper is down ... or not.


Courtesy of Associated Press

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Big Lug

I was reading the comments on a particular yahoogroup about something related to the bears scene in New York.

Oh, to some of you who are not familiar with the gay community's subculture system -- there are men who are hairy, regardless of what the appearance can be (some are fat, some are muscular) -- they are often referred as "bears", the men who liked the hairy men are often called "admirers" -- or there are men who are slim ... but has some hair on its bodies are called "cubs".

It sounded silly, though. But it is a subculture norm within the gay community that is often taken seriously by its members. Despite the fact that I am hairy with a soft belly, I seem to be an outcast of the bears or cubs norm. Some were pretty brazen in telling me that I am not "bear" enough. That I am not "cub" enough. I am not "twink" enough.

That does not bother me at all. I am kinda used to it. But yes, at times, it annoyed me silly.

Maybe not many "bears" have experiences with relationships -- let's be serious, not many gay men liked overweight men. I know because I was there all the time. I'm always considered as a "friend", but nothing more than that. But lately, I noticed that it has been changing from a friend to a sexual partner. Perhaps in time, to a relationship but that is not the point here.

When some "bears" broke up with their admirerers or "cubs", they tend to be very angry, bitter or vengeful. When their admirer or cub came to me for a chat, I noticed that his ex stared at me with a look that says, "Don't you dare!" -- maybe I observed things excessively.

But it did not happen once or even twice. It happened more than ten times so far.

Maybe I do not belong to that group.

There is an event at Nowhere Bar which occurs every Tuesday called "Big Lug" -- it is an event for big guys and men who admired them. Sometimes I enjoyed going there. Sometimes I do not because the behavior of bears are making me nervous at times. Imagine 400-lb guy coming on you just because you talked to his ex? It is not sexy trying to pull my hand out of his flabs somehow.

Ahh, yeah, I'm going there tonight.

Wish me luck.

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Thanksgiving To Remember By

Dylan IMmed me with a short sentence, "I still remember the weird Thanksgiving where all straight men watched football while fags cooked the dinner in the kitchen."

*rimshot*

Few years ago, I hosted the Thanksgiving Dinner in Washington, DC -- it was great but yet so odd to see straight men and women mingling with the queens in a townhouse. And it was fun and great.

I expect to do this again on Thursday at Sarah & Kaybee's Palace.

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Few Blogs To Add

HEDOR ARISES: As you may notice -- my sister has joined the blogdom, for reasons unknown to me -- I guess it is just a fad to own a blog.

SAM ROCKS MY BALLS: I also stumbled on very hot profile and weblog of one guy -- Sam -- look at his eyes, stuff like that melts my arrogance. He's mine, I saw him first.

STUFF TO ADD OUT OF RESPECT: Grant added me on his, it is fair that I do the same.

VIRGINIA CAVALIERS I: Way to go, Cavs! Not only beating No. 10 Arizona Wildcats, the Cavaliers also routed them by 18 points. That is the way to build a program.

VIRGINIA CAVALIERS II: Virginia women beat Cleveland State by ten. Not a good sign. Up next is Delaware State at home. Then Richmond. Then Liberty. Then ...

VIRGINIA CAVALIERS III: Virginia football team routed Georgia Tech, 30-10 in Atlanta to improve to 8-2 for the season. Up next is the last game of the season ... at Blacksburg versus the intrastate rival, Virginia Tech. Let's gun for 9-2 and the BCS Bowl -- I fear that we might have to play Louisville Cardinals and Eric LeFors. I noticed that when I say something good about someone else, the Fates often put that person playing against my team, Virginia in the end.

VIRGINIA CAVALIERS IV: Virginia Women BB Coach Ryan announced that five high school All-Americans signed with her team for next year ... including the 6'9 post player out of Sacramento, California. What? A 6'9 post player? Wow. That is tall than Jeff Carlson, for sure.

Cheers,

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Where I Go, None Return

MO-TOWN RIOTERS: Honestly, what did you expect out of Detroit? Do you really think the fans would act as peacemakers during the Artest-fans fiasco? This is the same town that ranked in Top 5 as the dangerous city to live. If it happened in Denver or New York, I'll be shocked. But Detroit, I just smiled.

WHOSE SHIT IS IT FROM? Few years ago, Chlms told me about the tape which I did not want to view -- it was the pregnancy tape which one of her close friends gave a birth to a boy, I believe. Or maybe a hermaphrodite. But who cares! Chlms exclaimed that when the mother pushed for the baby to come out, she also inadvertently pushed the turds out as well. I'm like, "Really? Gross." She said it as if it was very interesting information. Now the question made me wonder ... will Chlms also push for a turd as well?

ANNOYING BLOGS: My pet peeve of any blog is that people needs to learn how to use the HTML to edit the pictures instead of blowing it up to a point where you have to hunt down the comments somewhere on the particular page. Clean it up, folks.

THE QUOTE: "Where we go, none return." is a quote that I saw in a comic book a long time ago, I thought it was cool quote. Then wrote it down on my chalkboard on my dorm door at Gallaudet when I was sophomore, which I often did when I see the quotes I liked. Someone saw it and got in touch with the Resident Advisor, Coordinator of Residence Education and last, a referral to the Mental Health Department in GUKCC. They thought I was suicidal. Go figure.

NOMINATE FOR ME? Will you guys take the time to nominate for me in 2004 Weblog Awards? Get in that section and nominate for me. Be nice if a person who is Deaf and blogged gets some kind of exposure.

• Best Overall Blog
• Best Humor Blog
• Best Liberal Blog
• Best Culture Blog
• Best LGBT Blog

NICK TROTTA SUX: Nick Trotta is the third incident that involved with physical struggle after Artest-Pistons fans and Clemson-South Carolina football players. All slaps, punches, pushes, kicks and whines are not necessary. It makes us look bad. Oops, will I get a visit from the Secret Service after I am done with criticizing President Bush's agent, Nick Trotta? Only time will tell.

GAMBLING IN RED STATES: So much for moral values, the gambling is considered to be a vice among the morals, and yet in red states, there are more casinos allowed and lax in their laws. Most X-ians fail to see the irony in this.

ALEXANDER THE GREAT: It made me smile when Colin Farrell arrived with his Irish buddies at the premiere of the film. He was holding hands with his Irish buddies and blew the "gay kisses" at photographers. God, Colin is hot. I want to fuck him so bad. This is just great. To have a straight guy doing this with a great degree of confidence in himself is plainly sexy, no question about that.

MONKEY POX: Last weekend (Nov. 12 - 14), I was bored. Horny, too. I decided to post something on craigslist.org. I got several responses. Some of it was amusing, some of it was lame -- but one of them freaked me out. It came from someone else I knew who. I did not bother to respond back because I did not want to re-ignite the drama at all. It was just interesting to get his response.

YEAH, THAT BIG SHOCK: Last Friday night, Web paged me incessantly to get out of Townhouse Bar to go to Greenwich Village to meet my female friends (Why, God, do I have so many female friends and no boyfriend?) -- Perlis, Bianca, Web, Kaybee, -K and CMK were there. Along with the shocking appearance of an old friend, whom I thought remained out in the Wild West but apparently relocated back to the Blue State. Seeing her appearance in person was quite a shock for me to absorb -- it was an excellent surprise. Thanks!

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Plenty of fish in the sea -- oh, yeah, right!

When someone told me that I shouldn't worry about being single, and that there are plenty of fish in the open sea. I held on my own, planted a fake smile while I really wanted to roll my eyes. Actually, yes, s/he has a point -- there are plenty of fish in the open sea. But there are many species.

Ever saw a killer whale trying to mate a dolphin? Ever seen the Great White Shark trying to hump a starfish? You get the idea!

Wipe out the species, and I have only one group. Then in a particular group, there are always types -- wipe it out until I find a group that is attractive to me. Voila, you get very few left in the open sea.

So much for the positive comment, 'plenty of fish in the sea' -- it's all rubbish in bad faith.

Speaking of types, it is always interesting to observe the birds interacting. I never saw a smaller bird hanging out with a pigeon. I never saw a pigeon hanging out with a cardinal. I never saw a cardinal hanging out with a sea gull. Why not? Are birds racists? Maybe.

Last Friday at Townhouse Bar, I met Greg and loitered for a little bit. It was fun catching up with the news. Greg proudly mentioned that he passed the state bar examinations in two states: Massachusetts and New York. Congratulations, Greg! Then there was an elder man in his 60s with salt and pepper hair. In a quick look, you'd think he reminisce a little with Sean Connery.

Not bad, right?

Percy is his name, I think. He made it clear that I'm hot and irresistible. Nice, though. I might need some dough sometimes, right? He boldly asked for my email address and a kiss. When a guy boldly asked for something, I am impressed enough with that. So I allowed him to kiss me. It was not bad, really. In fact, he was a good kisser. Probably the years of smoochin' helped to patch his experiences on his resume.

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