There was an earthquake six miles deep in the Indian Ocean which measured at 9.0 richter scale and sent the massive tsunamis towards South Asia, Southeast Asia, northwest Australia and East Africa, killing more than 20,000 people, thousands swept by the sea, millions displaced with no homes.
It was my fault. I got off from the subway train and felt the floor rumbling. I thought it was the train rolling away. But I probably caused it.
My apologies. Really, I read that lots of famed beaches in Thailand were destroyed. I'm glad about that. I heard that the pedophiles often flew to Thailand because of its laid-back attitudes on prostitution with small girls and boys. I hope the pedophiles were awashed into the sea, never to be seen again.
Again, I hate the beaches. Tsunami is not funny thing to deal with. When I went to Rehoboth Beach to waste a day at the beach with gays, I often stared at the ocean, I always knew that the ocean is there to remind us that they are in control of this world. If they don't like it, they can just swept us away and be done with us.
Hell, the scientists said that the western slopes of the Atlantic Ridge just off the coast of Europe is due for a massive rock slide that could trigger a huge tsunami that can reach New York City within few hours. And it shall happen within 100 years. It mentioned that it can overwhelm the eastern coast of North America.
If it does happen, it'll be interesting to observe the rags of Appalachian hillbillies take over the riches of Manhattan while the Manhattanites takes the rags in economic terms when it happened -- the property values in the mountains shall skyrocket while the beachfronts plummeted to nothing.
And I live in Manhattan. Go figure.
R-
Monday, December 27, 2004
Rejoice! For The Wicked Is Dead!
It is time to celebrate! The Wicked is finally dead.
Reggie White, a football player for the Philadelphia Eagles and Green Bay Packers is dead at 43 last Sunday afternoon.
When I learned about his untimely death, I smirked. It was the karma doing the good deeds. Reggie White was a vocal homophobe who contributed the homophobia in the NFL and in the African-American community as whole. His repeated comments regarding his feelings toward the Gay Community was very dangerous, especially with the growth of HIV/AIDS in the African-American community. To me, I think Reggie was very dangerous person because lots of African-American men practiced what we knew as "Down Low" which fanned the spread of HIV. What is Down Low? They are men who discreetly have sex with other men while in sexual relationships with women. Often, these men do not consider themselves gay or bisexual, it is another form of hiding -- akin to the closeted term but, the DL was coined after the researchers noticed the # of HIV were pretty high in straight African American women. They pinpointed it to the DL phenomenon.
When Reggie preached in his community about gay people being deviants, he made many men do the DL than ever. It equals to the spread of HIV. Is it his fault? Of course it is. He could show the compassionate but no, he fiercely attacked the gays repeatedly and did not apologize until the media (which the dirty conservatives bashed for being too liberal) criticized Reggie of his aggressive attacks on the Gay Community.
Please be serious -- 65 players with 32 teams = more than 2,000 players. And not even *one* active player is gay? Of course, they are hiding in the closet. Why? Because of people like Reggie White who made the locker room very hostile and inhospitable for gay men.
When I was a teenager, I did not get horny in the locker room. I was totally terrified of being ridiculed, humiliated and all that. I often went to the shower and do it very, very, very fast and zoom out of the shower room while everyone else stays in for 30 to 45 minutes. Why? Because I did not want to arouse an suspicion. Looking back, it is silly, though. But it's how bad it was for me as a high school student.
I knew of an acquaintenance who claimed he buttfucked a former quarterback of San Francisco 49ers. I knew of someone who was in a relationship with a guard from Chicago Bears. I heard the rumors about Troy Aikman, to name few.
It's full of crap.
So good riddance that the Wicked is dead.
R-
Reggie White, a football player for the Philadelphia Eagles and Green Bay Packers is dead at 43 last Sunday afternoon.
When I learned about his untimely death, I smirked. It was the karma doing the good deeds. Reggie White was a vocal homophobe who contributed the homophobia in the NFL and in the African-American community as whole. His repeated comments regarding his feelings toward the Gay Community was very dangerous, especially with the growth of HIV/AIDS in the African-American community. To me, I think Reggie was very dangerous person because lots of African-American men practiced what we knew as "Down Low" which fanned the spread of HIV. What is Down Low? They are men who discreetly have sex with other men while in sexual relationships with women. Often, these men do not consider themselves gay or bisexual, it is another form of hiding -- akin to the closeted term but, the DL was coined after the researchers noticed the # of HIV were pretty high in straight African American women. They pinpointed it to the DL phenomenon.
When Reggie preached in his community about gay people being deviants, he made many men do the DL than ever. It equals to the spread of HIV. Is it his fault? Of course it is. He could show the compassionate but no, he fiercely attacked the gays repeatedly and did not apologize until the media (which the dirty conservatives bashed for being too liberal) criticized Reggie of his aggressive attacks on the Gay Community.
Please be serious -- 65 players with 32 teams = more than 2,000 players. And not even *one* active player is gay? Of course, they are hiding in the closet. Why? Because of people like Reggie White who made the locker room very hostile and inhospitable for gay men.
When I was a teenager, I did not get horny in the locker room. I was totally terrified of being ridiculed, humiliated and all that. I often went to the shower and do it very, very, very fast and zoom out of the shower room while everyone else stays in for 30 to 45 minutes. Why? Because I did not want to arouse an suspicion. Looking back, it is silly, though. But it's how bad it was for me as a high school student.
I knew of an acquaintenance who claimed he buttfucked a former quarterback of San Francisco 49ers. I knew of someone who was in a relationship with a guard from Chicago Bears. I heard the rumors about Troy Aikman, to name few.
It's full of crap.
So good riddance that the Wicked is dead.
R-
Sunday, December 26, 2004
Few Funny Things About Mom
Last June, I chatted with Mom about the ordinary stuff in New York City that Mom and I never had witnessed in The South.
I said, "Mom, you know ... you can take your dirty clothes, towels or sheets to the local laundromat -- they will wash it for you, dry it for you, and fold it for you. Then they will pound it and charge you for the service."
Mom was surprised. She could not believe it and asked why? I retorted that we were too busy shooting people in New York so we had to throw the stuff at someone to clean it up for us.
Then I laughed. Mom was not amused. She rolled her eyes as well. Ahh.
One more thing about Mom, she wrote me an email today -- you know, English is not her first language but she tried, that s what it mattered the most -- anyway, it reads:
Happy Merry Christmas.
That is my Mom.
R-
I said, "Mom, you know ... you can take your dirty clothes, towels or sheets to the local laundromat -- they will wash it for you, dry it for you, and fold it for you. Then they will pound it and charge you for the service."
Mom was surprised. She could not believe it and asked why? I retorted that we were too busy shooting people in New York so we had to throw the stuff at someone to clean it up for us.
Then I laughed. Mom was not amused. She rolled her eyes as well. Ahh.
One more thing about Mom, she wrote me an email today -- you know, English is not her first language but she tried, that s what it mattered the most -- anyway, it reads:
Happy Merry Christmas.
That is my Mom.
R-
Saturday, December 25, 2004
Happy Birthday, Jesus!!
Before I talk about The Day, just want to rant some stuff.
Remember Roy and Silo? The gay penguins in Brooklyn Aquarium which I really wanted to see and meet. Well, there is an interesting article about the gay penguins but it has nothing to do with Roy and Silo. You know, my dear dirty conservatives and wacky Republicans, God is sending the message that being gay is very normal. If you guys truly believe in signs, this is it.
I withdraw my comments about Arnie Schwarzenegger. I mentioned that he may be sensible Republican after it was reported that he hoped that his party will stray away from the Right and stop picking on gays. The German papers reported that the translation was incorrect and that he never said anything like that. Shoot. So I withdraw.
I have two roommates -- but I have my own bedroom (likewise with their bedrooms). I live with Perlis and Lenny. Some of you guys knew who Perlis is from the college days. She's doing well and is studying hard at Columbia. Very smart gal. Lenny is cool fella that I met few weeks ago and was very impressed with his laid-back attitude and sense of humor. He is hearing dude. When he decided to bring me on to be part of 3-bedroom apartment, he mentioned with an evil grin: "Now I can talk loud, hear the music loud and watch the TV loud -- this is so cool!"
Normally, I'm not exactly crazy about hearing persons. Especially with straight men. But Lenny and I discovered that we have something in common -- our love for ... SouthPark! That show rocks! Lenny is very smart fella as well. Went to Duke and spent some years in United Kingdom, I believe.
This afternoon, when I was blogging to wish the readers Merry Christmas while Carrie was taking a shower, Perlis and I was startled to hear (Yes, I can hear a little but this one really boomed enough for me to feel it!) Lenny shouting something so funny.
Happy Birthday, Jesus!!
I thought it was a nice gesture. Apparently, Perlis said he did it throughout the day.
Carrie and I went to Brooklyn Bridge, Ground Zero, West Village and Chelsea. We had many lengthy conversations about a lot of things. I hope she enjoyed her stay immensely.
That was my Christmas -- travelling around Manhattan. Apparently, lots of people did that today. Lots of stores were open. Lots of restaurants (from fast food to luxury) were open. Of course, gay bars were open.
Why of course? I told Carrie that many gay folks were rejected by their families so their families are more likely to be at bars, unfortunately.
When I got to my apartment, I was also startled by Lenny's shout: Happy Birthday, Jesus!!
Such a life in this apartment. I think I'll enjoy this for a while. Surdus remarked that I looked very relaxed and happier in this place than the one I used to live in East Village. Nice, nice.
I may be talkative but I am also a heavy observant. Carrie truly looked empowered. Wonderful. When I first met her, she was pretty, petite girl with glasses that could make her look like a geek. But extremely smart woman. She was the one who I told her that it's OK to hear a little and speak well and calls herself Deaf. She was bit apprehensive about going home for the holidays in '96 or so because her parents didn't make her home accessible such as the captions and TTY. I told her to sic on her parents and make a threat. She did.
Today, she doesn't need the glasses, and she is gorgeous woman with a sense of pride and I can see that she is a warrior. Hell, she told a guy to sign "I am ugly" at XL Bar today after he annoyed me with his behavior. She has the guts. I hope I made a good influence on her but sometimes, I cringed and covered my eyes when she lambasted a guy for staring at us too much in the subway. So funny.
It was such a long day but I enjoyed her presence. Thanks for coming to the town, Carrie to spend the Christmas with me. I truly appreciated it very much.
Cheers,
R-
Remember Roy and Silo? The gay penguins in Brooklyn Aquarium which I really wanted to see and meet. Well, there is an interesting article about the gay penguins but it has nothing to do with Roy and Silo. You know, my dear dirty conservatives and wacky Republicans, God is sending the message that being gay is very normal. If you guys truly believe in signs, this is it.
I withdraw my comments about Arnie Schwarzenegger. I mentioned that he may be sensible Republican after it was reported that he hoped that his party will stray away from the Right and stop picking on gays. The German papers reported that the translation was incorrect and that he never said anything like that. Shoot. So I withdraw.
I have two roommates -- but I have my own bedroom (likewise with their bedrooms). I live with Perlis and Lenny. Some of you guys knew who Perlis is from the college days. She's doing well and is studying hard at Columbia. Very smart gal. Lenny is cool fella that I met few weeks ago and was very impressed with his laid-back attitude and sense of humor. He is hearing dude. When he decided to bring me on to be part of 3-bedroom apartment, he mentioned with an evil grin: "Now I can talk loud, hear the music loud and watch the TV loud -- this is so cool!"
Normally, I'm not exactly crazy about hearing persons. Especially with straight men. But Lenny and I discovered that we have something in common -- our love for ... SouthPark! That show rocks! Lenny is very smart fella as well. Went to Duke and spent some years in United Kingdom, I believe.
This afternoon, when I was blogging to wish the readers Merry Christmas while Carrie was taking a shower, Perlis and I was startled to hear (Yes, I can hear a little but this one really boomed enough for me to feel it!) Lenny shouting something so funny.
Happy Birthday, Jesus!!
I thought it was a nice gesture. Apparently, Perlis said he did it throughout the day.
Carrie and I went to Brooklyn Bridge, Ground Zero, West Village and Chelsea. We had many lengthy conversations about a lot of things. I hope she enjoyed her stay immensely.
That was my Christmas -- travelling around Manhattan. Apparently, lots of people did that today. Lots of stores were open. Lots of restaurants (from fast food to luxury) were open. Of course, gay bars were open.
Why of course? I told Carrie that many gay folks were rejected by their families so their families are more likely to be at bars, unfortunately.
When I got to my apartment, I was also startled by Lenny's shout: Happy Birthday, Jesus!!
Such a life in this apartment. I think I'll enjoy this for a while. Surdus remarked that I looked very relaxed and happier in this place than the one I used to live in East Village. Nice, nice.
I may be talkative but I am also a heavy observant. Carrie truly looked empowered. Wonderful. When I first met her, she was pretty, petite girl with glasses that could make her look like a geek. But extremely smart woman. She was the one who I told her that it's OK to hear a little and speak well and calls herself Deaf. She was bit apprehensive about going home for the holidays in '96 or so because her parents didn't make her home accessible such as the captions and TTY. I told her to sic on her parents and make a threat. She did.
Today, she doesn't need the glasses, and she is gorgeous woman with a sense of pride and I can see that she is a warrior. Hell, she told a guy to sign "I am ugly" at XL Bar today after he annoyed me with his behavior. She has the guts. I hope I made a good influence on her but sometimes, I cringed and covered my eyes when she lambasted a guy for staring at us too much in the subway. So funny.
It was such a long day but I enjoyed her presence. Thanks for coming to the town, Carrie to spend the Christmas with me. I truly appreciated it very much.
Cheers,
R-
Merry X-Mas
To some X-ians, Merry X-Mas.
To some secular X-ians, Merry X-Mas.
To nutty X-ians, conservatives and Republicans: You think I'd wish something nice on you? Go away.
Anyway, last night, I went to Sarah for Christmas Eve with Perlis and Carrie. We were pretty much lethargic and in daze. But the dinner was great. It was fun, nice and relaxing. Met some Deaf Italians who were in town for few days and hopped with a friend of Sarah's who brought 'em to the Dinnery Party. Carlo is such a hottie!
Why were Carrie, Perlis and I such lethargic to start with?
Because we went to The Hole last Thursday night for Big Gulp: $10 All You Can Drink.
When we arrived in the area, the guy who worked as the bouncer saw me and did not allow me to pay as two gals had to pay. I'm so VIP.
Suffice to say, we had too much drinks to a point where Carrie and I kept on teaching hearing people how to say "I am oaf." It was utterly hilarious.
Carrie was veryassertive aggressive when she's drunk.
Let's say, some things are better left unsaid. Like Las Vegas, some things shall remain in The Hole.
First, Benis. Second, Merritt, Manny and Mark. Now Carrie and Perlis -- all pretty had too much fun at The Hole. Is there something in the air in that little sleazy bar?
Now time to get out of the building and take Carrie to Downtown to sightseeing a little. Then she will depart for San Jose, California tomorrow.
*sniff*
R-
To some secular X-ians, Merry X-Mas.
To nutty X-ians, conservatives and Republicans: You think I'd wish something nice on you? Go away.
Anyway, last night, I went to Sarah for Christmas Eve with Perlis and Carrie. We were pretty much lethargic and in daze. But the dinner was great. It was fun, nice and relaxing. Met some Deaf Italians who were in town for few days and hopped with a friend of Sarah's who brought 'em to the Dinnery Party. Carlo is such a hottie!
Why were Carrie, Perlis and I such lethargic to start with?
Because we went to The Hole last Thursday night for Big Gulp: $10 All You Can Drink.
When we arrived in the area, the guy who worked as the bouncer saw me and did not allow me to pay as two gals had to pay. I'm so VIP.
Suffice to say, we had too much drinks to a point where Carrie and I kept on teaching hearing people how to say "I am oaf." It was utterly hilarious.
Carrie was very
Let's say, some things are better left unsaid. Like Las Vegas, some things shall remain in The Hole.
First, Benis. Second, Merritt, Manny and Mark. Now Carrie and Perlis -- all pretty had too much fun at The Hole. Is there something in the air in that little sleazy bar?
Now time to get out of the building and take Carrie to Downtown to sightseeing a little. Then she will depart for San Jose, California tomorrow.
*sniff*
R-
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Sorry, Donna, Somebody Has To Do This!
Two days ago, Donna and I leisurely chatted about the presents that she is preparing for her three sons (2 young adults, 1 teenager). It was nice conversation. Until she mentioned that her sons wanted sweatpants and that she had to hunt for it.
I smiled, then grimaced ... and snickered.
"What's so funny?" Donna asked.
I chortled, "Do you know why they asked for the sweatpants? It is because of an easy access."
"What? What do you mean by easy access?"
"Easy to whip their cocks out and bam! Then pull their sweatpants up in a whim."
She looked at me with disbelief, I went ahead: "I am a man. I went to a deaf school. There are many guys wearing sweatpants ... I even asked one guy. One guy snapped that I should know better. It is as if there is an unspeakable rule between the men that the sweatpants are not only for workouts, it is because it is easy to have the accessibility."
Donna then sighed, "I'll never look at the sweatpants in the same light again. Oh, God."
Sorry, Donna, somebody has to do it. And guess I selected myself to do the job.
Now, buy the sweatpants for your boys, they are adults -- they'll do it anyway, like it or not.
Cheers,
R-
I smiled, then grimaced ... and snickered.
"What's so funny?" Donna asked.
I chortled, "Do you know why they asked for the sweatpants? It is because of an easy access."
"What? What do you mean by easy access?"
"Easy to whip their cocks out and bam! Then pull their sweatpants up in a whim."
She looked at me with disbelief, I went ahead: "I am a man. I went to a deaf school. There are many guys wearing sweatpants ... I even asked one guy. One guy snapped that I should know better. It is as if there is an unspeakable rule between the men that the sweatpants are not only for workouts, it is because it is easy to have the accessibility."
Donna then sighed, "I'll never look at the sweatpants in the same light again. Oh, God."
Sorry, Donna, somebody has to do it. And guess I selected myself to do the job.
Now, buy the sweatpants for your boys, they are adults -- they'll do it anyway, like it or not.
Cheers,
R-
Oh, Lord -- Not Him!!
Lordy, Lordy -- now I shall have to endure listening to him bragging that he was one of "them" -- Lee, congratulations. When will you sneak to NYC to visit me as you always promised?
Lee is featured as a guy to cruise in DC's Metro Weekly magazine, the DC's weekly gay & lesbian entertainment guide.
I just commanded a friend of mine to pick up an issue so that I can see what Lee makes a fool of himself.
Lee is a good friend of mine who loves to party. But ... he's crazy. Sweet but crazy. Cute but crazy.
Way to go, Lee!
Lots of smacks,
R-
Lee is featured as a guy to cruise in DC's Metro Weekly magazine, the DC's weekly gay & lesbian entertainment guide.
I just commanded a friend of mine to pick up an issue so that I can see what Lee makes a fool of himself.
Lee is a good friend of mine who loves to party. But ... he's crazy. Sweet but crazy. Cute but crazy.
Way to go, Lee!
Lots of smacks,
R-
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