Kurzetard, you kept on emailing me asking for information about who is responsible for AntiAmyKurz's blogsite. I repeatedly told you that I am not part of it. I just thought it was funny blogsite and linked to it. You kept on insisting that I am part of it.
Utterly ridiculous. I do not know the authors, I do not know the password to get on the blogsite. Kurzetard, you were keen on pinning this on me, which is fine with me. That is so typical of you.
Yes, you wrote that you got a "mild brain damage" from carbon monoxide poisoning -- since you're now in Tampa area near Pinellas Park, are you sure you are not Terri Schiavo? Sorry, cannot resist that line.
Your attempts to imitate Mike Rogers' antics by getting in touch with the bosses of people whom you hated the most is appalling but again, I laughed at this. Because it does *not* work like that. Which is why I coined the term in the first place: Kurzetard. Because you're definitely a retard to start with.
Quit harassing me via the emails. I care less if you live, die or even maimed by a local alligator!
R-
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Me No Like People
Last night at The Cock with Silas & Keith, I was waiting in the line to piss -- so bad. One guy tried to say something about the poster on the wall which I did not give a fuck. I grimaced and was getting impatient as he started to talk with me using his voice. I gave him the ugly look and shrugged him off as if I'm not interested (he's kinda hot) mainly because I had to urinate so bad.
He noticed that I said something in ASL. He then quickly said, "You deaf?" in ASL. Now I'm piqued with curiosity and full of interests. Hell, my bladder can wait for few seconds, I guess?
Suddenly, the guy that was using the stall came out, indicated that it is my turn. I smiled and told him that he's cute and I got to piss so bad. He said, "You're cute! Find me over there."
Well, I never found him anywhere else afterwards.
Must be one of these phony guys who said, "You're cute!" but the cold reality is that I probably am not.
Ahh. Which brings me to the title above. I just cannot enjoy people these days. Little things that they do pissed me off. Confused me. Irritated me. I have the boundary lines. Lately, I noticed that some people has been antagonizing my limits.
Whether if I am "Deaf Gay Militant Terrorist", people still are entitled with respect and dignity -- it required both sides from A to B *and* B to A. I think, living in New York for the last two years, has enabled me to mature a little and be tolerant of hearing people's quirks at times. I may act like I condemned hearing people, I may sound like I advocate the wild behavior of Deaf men in bars/club settings, but no, the cold reality is that I do not do that.
Lately, I enjoyed being alone because I am tired of defending myself to people who has done nothing good to me. There is a park down the street. I am beginning to notice that I enjoyed sitting on a park bench and watching people go by. Watching birds flying above the Hudson River. At this pace, I feel I am at peace. I do not have to defend myself, judge others and engage in these silly, blistering comments with each other. I do not have to sell, flirt, be funny, be irritated or anything like that at all. Being stoic at times is bliss.
R-
He noticed that I said something in ASL. He then quickly said, "You deaf?" in ASL. Now I'm piqued with curiosity and full of interests. Hell, my bladder can wait for few seconds, I guess?
Suddenly, the guy that was using the stall came out, indicated that it is my turn. I smiled and told him that he's cute and I got to piss so bad. He said, "You're cute! Find me over there."
Well, I never found him anywhere else afterwards.
Must be one of these phony guys who said, "You're cute!" but the cold reality is that I probably am not.
Ahh. Which brings me to the title above. I just cannot enjoy people these days. Little things that they do pissed me off. Confused me. Irritated me. I have the boundary lines. Lately, I noticed that some people has been antagonizing my limits.
Whether if I am "Deaf Gay Militant Terrorist", people still are entitled with respect and dignity -- it required both sides from A to B *and* B to A. I think, living in New York for the last two years, has enabled me to mature a little and be tolerant of hearing people's quirks at times. I may act like I condemned hearing people, I may sound like I advocate the wild behavior of Deaf men in bars/club settings, but no, the cold reality is that I do not do that.
Lately, I enjoyed being alone because I am tired of defending myself to people who has done nothing good to me. There is a park down the street. I am beginning to notice that I enjoyed sitting on a park bench and watching people go by. Watching birds flying above the Hudson River. At this pace, I feel I am at peace. I do not have to defend myself, judge others and engage in these silly, blistering comments with each other. I do not have to sell, flirt, be funny, be irritated or anything like that at all. Being stoic at times is bliss.
R-
Monday, April 04, 2005
A Mind To Think
1. If you met a guy who did a lot of modelling shoot, it is okay to fuck him by bareback?
A. Yes, he is a Model. He has to be clean, are you that dumb?
B. Well, if he is cute, I'll bareback him one way or other.
C. No, condom or nothing.
2. If you met a guy named Asi in one of the gay.com chatrooms and shortly, you guys liked each other. What's more, he is a Magician! He is hot! They proceed to do the barebacking scene once again, was this smart move?
A. Yes, very smart move! Gay.com chat rooms are conservative place to get a quick, wet, sloppy fuck.
B. Well, it depends on how he talks to me about it.
C. No, condom or nothing else.
3. If you found out that your friend fucked Asi and a model by barebacking, you tell him that it's stupid -- but he told you not to worry because both guys (Asi and the Model) does not like you at all?
A. I should care whether if his friends like me or not.
B. I don't care about their opinions but I care about how you do it.
C. Not my business, let them do it and get it!
This is what happened few nights ago when I got in an argument with a friend of mine who barebacked lately. Totally tasteless of him to claim that Asi and the Model did not like me at all. Totally irrelevant, though. Did I do the right thing to scold this young kid who does this?
R-
P.S. Three of us already got out of the apartment with no problems -- no need to worry that we were stucked all night long. We managed it all right. Eat my shit, please.
A. Yes, he is a Model. He has to be clean, are you that dumb?
B. Well, if he is cute, I'll bareback him one way or other.
C. No, condom or nothing.
2. If you met a guy named Asi in one of the gay.com chatrooms and shortly, you guys liked each other. What's more, he is a Magician! He is hot! They proceed to do the barebacking scene once again, was this smart move?
A. Yes, very smart move! Gay.com chat rooms are conservative place to get a quick, wet, sloppy fuck.
B. Well, it depends on how he talks to me about it.
C. No, condom or nothing else.
3. If you found out that your friend fucked Asi and a model by barebacking, you tell him that it's stupid -- but he told you not to worry because both guys (Asi and the Model) does not like you at all?
A. I should care whether if his friends like me or not.
B. I don't care about their opinions but I care about how you do it.
C. Not my business, let them do it and get it!
This is what happened few nights ago when I got in an argument with a friend of mine who barebacked lately. Totally tasteless of him to claim that Asi and the Model did not like me at all. Totally irrelevant, though. Did I do the right thing to scold this young kid who does this?
R-
P.S. Three of us already got out of the apartment with no problems -- no need to worry that we were stucked all night long. We managed it all right. Eat my shit, please.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Two Hours Passed
Two hours passed by, we are still stuck inside the apartment -- the lock is damaged. We cannot get it to unlock. Keith is irritating because he is having a bad case of hungover and wants to eat. Silas is ... just Silas.
AS for me, I'm sick of this.
R-
AS for me, I'm sick of this.
R-
The Weekend Is Nothing But Crazy
Silas and Keith arrived. We rummaged around the city last night, blitzed Chelsea, West Village and the small portion of East Village before crawling back home at 6:15 AM this morning.
It was good to see them once again. We even went to GYM Sportsbar, a new gay sports bar on 8 Avenue between 18 and 19 Streets. It even has ridiculous posters to advertise themselves as the one and only gay sports bar in New York. While they may claim this as a fact, I think looking at two posters will indicate whether if they try to portray the sports bar as "a serious fan of sports bar" or "a serious fan of cruising spot". Check this and this.
While at that bar, Keith noticed something interesting, "Look around. Tell me what one thing you see that nearly *all* gay guys trying to act like they are 'athletic'? You only have to look at their yellow bracelets!"
He was referring to the Lance Armstrong's yellow thing. I turned to look around -- true biz -- everyone was wearing it. Even worse, we saw one latino guy wearing TWO yellow bracelets, one for each wrist. Let's be serious. That was over the board.
Silas was taking a pee break as Keith and I noticed something funny. We slowly turned to look at each other before we broke out in heavy snickers. There were about 8 or 10 TV sets all over the place. Two sets were focused on the cheerleading competition on ESPN, I believe. Some people were quite serious in watching it. So typical of gay men, eh?
I had a good time, man. We dined at Better Burger and cracked joke after joke all day long. Even at the gay bar, The Urge, they got bowls of fishes suspended in the air by a string and also instill the bulbs to lighten the bar. Silas, being tall, nearly knocked one off the air. It was such a frightening moment but so funny. I swear that this particular fish never had a great ride since that flap.
Now we are home, stuck. How? We got locked in. We are struggling to get out of our apartment but the lock seemed to be damaged and locked us in. It'll take a while for us to break out and head out.
But do not forget to tune in for an episode of Desperate Housewives tonight to see the appearance of Marlee Matlin who will portray a new housewife moving in the Wisteria Lane, I believe.
After that, Keith, Silas and I probably will sneak to The Rambles at The Park. Wish us luck if we can survive another day of drama.
Cheers,
R-
It was good to see them once again. We even went to GYM Sportsbar, a new gay sports bar on 8 Avenue between 18 and 19 Streets. It even has ridiculous posters to advertise themselves as the one and only gay sports bar in New York. While they may claim this as a fact, I think looking at two posters will indicate whether if they try to portray the sports bar as "a serious fan of sports bar" or "a serious fan of cruising spot". Check this and this.
While at that bar, Keith noticed something interesting, "Look around. Tell me what one thing you see that nearly *all* gay guys trying to act like they are 'athletic'? You only have to look at their yellow bracelets!"
He was referring to the Lance Armstrong's yellow thing. I turned to look around -- true biz -- everyone was wearing it. Even worse, we saw one latino guy wearing TWO yellow bracelets, one for each wrist. Let's be serious. That was over the board.
Silas was taking a pee break as Keith and I noticed something funny. We slowly turned to look at each other before we broke out in heavy snickers. There were about 8 or 10 TV sets all over the place. Two sets were focused on the cheerleading competition on ESPN, I believe. Some people were quite serious in watching it. So typical of gay men, eh?
I had a good time, man. We dined at Better Burger and cracked joke after joke all day long. Even at the gay bar, The Urge, they got bowls of fishes suspended in the air by a string and also instill the bulbs to lighten the bar. Silas, being tall, nearly knocked one off the air. It was such a frightening moment but so funny. I swear that this particular fish never had a great ride since that flap.
Now we are home, stuck. How? We got locked in. We are struggling to get out of our apartment but the lock seemed to be damaged and locked us in. It'll take a while for us to break out and head out.
But do not forget to tune in for an episode of Desperate Housewives tonight to see the appearance of Marlee Matlin who will portray a new housewife moving in the Wisteria Lane, I believe.
After that, Keith, Silas and I probably will sneak to The Rambles at The Park. Wish us luck if we can survive another day of drama.
Cheers,
R-
Friday, April 01, 2005
Want Some Pat Salad?
I'm SO glad it happened to Pat Buchanan, a Republican conservative pig.
Pat Buchanan was the one who criticized Gallaudet University students for staging a Deaf President Now Movement in 1988. He once commented, "If they can run the university, then let's put the retard in the charge of retards school" in late 1980s. It was offensive and ignorant of Pat Buchanan.
He wrote an article which I revisited recently in "Gallaudet In The News, Special Protest Issue, March 6-13, 1988". Check page 274, titled "When tantrums prevail" by Patrick Buchanan.
Here are few comments that he balked at Gallaudet students for taking the ownership of the university.
"Is this what 'civil rights' has come to mean? Not equality of opportunity for deaf people to compete, but mandated job quotas and set-asides! If you lose in a fair competition, raise hell until the ruling authorities reverse the results; then, demand amnesty. Is that the message? So it would seem."
From all appearances, Ms. Zinser was a dedicated, qualified educator, who won her post fair and square; yet, for a week she was treated like Bull Conner at Gallaudet; almost no one rose to her defense. Will someone explain why running this woman off campu, and out of town, is a victory for "civil rights"?
"Deaf Community's Sense of Oppression Led to Furor at Gallaudet University," said The Post, in another headline. Oppression? By whom?"
"Neither the interests of Black America nor of deaf people were served by last week's victories. What they learned is that, if you are black or handicapped, you are exempt from standards applied to other people. If you are black or deaf in the academic community, you can be sheltered from the consequences of your own misconduct. The moral timidity of the academic community that so turned Middle America against it in the 60s, was on display, once again, last week. Like the Bourbons of old, they appear to have learned nothing in 20 years."
And today, he went to Western Michigan University to give a speech. Boom! Pat, you deserved it, ignorant prick.
Pat Buchanan was the one who criticized Gallaudet University students for staging a Deaf President Now Movement in 1988. He once commented, "If they can run the university, then let's put the retard in the charge of retards school" in late 1980s. It was offensive and ignorant of Pat Buchanan.
He wrote an article which I revisited recently in "Gallaudet In The News, Special Protest Issue, March 6-13, 1988". Check page 274, titled "When tantrums prevail" by Patrick Buchanan.
Here are few comments that he balked at Gallaudet students for taking the ownership of the university.
"Is this what 'civil rights' has come to mean? Not equality of opportunity for deaf people to compete, but mandated job quotas and set-asides! If you lose in a fair competition, raise hell until the ruling authorities reverse the results; then, demand amnesty. Is that the message? So it would seem."
From all appearances, Ms. Zinser was a dedicated, qualified educator, who won her post fair and square; yet, for a week she was treated like Bull Conner at Gallaudet; almost no one rose to her defense. Will someone explain why running this woman off campu, and out of town, is a victory for "civil rights"?
"Deaf Community's Sense of Oppression Led to Furor at Gallaudet University," said The Post, in another headline. Oppression? By whom?"
"Neither the interests of Black America nor of deaf people were served by last week's victories. What they learned is that, if you are black or handicapped, you are exempt from standards applied to other people. If you are black or deaf in the academic community, you can be sheltered from the consequences of your own misconduct. The moral timidity of the academic community that so turned Middle America against it in the 60s, was on display, once again, last week. Like the Bourbons of old, they appear to have learned nothing in 20 years."
And today, he went to Western Michigan University to give a speech. Boom! Pat, you deserved it, ignorant prick.
Got Paged By Silas
He missed the flight. That is so him, is it?
Update: Silas responded with a resoundingly "PFFFT" when I told him that I blogged he missed the flight. Then I dared him to page me by his pager over the sky towards to New York like I did when I flew from DC to Tucson in 2001-2002. I heard that it is illegal to use pagers while the planes are in the sky? True or false?
R-
Update: Silas responded with a resoundingly "PFFFT" when I told him that I blogged he missed the flight. Then I dared him to page me by his pager over the sky towards to New York like I did when I flew from DC to Tucson in 2001-2002. I heard that it is illegal to use pagers while the planes are in the sky? True or false?
R-
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