Yesterday, I rolled my eyes when Montel introduced a guy named Dustin who had a cochlear implant. That guy, Dustin, hated his cochlear implant because it is hideous and makes him the target of "frankenstein" at his "regular" school by whom? Hearing peers.
His mother asked Montel for help. Montel enlisted Heather Whitestone, the former Miss Deaf America who often sprayed the saliva on people's face with her attempts to speak.
Heather informed Dustin that he is one of first deaf people to get the "smaller" and "almost un-detectable implant so that he won't be ridiculed by his peers.
His mother sobbed. Dustin was bit lost, and at his age of 11, he just played along with the melodrama.
I cringed.
Montel will *never* have a show that will present us in different light. He is all for the genocide of Deaf people.
R-
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Leave Coach Kim Mulkey-Robertson Alone!
Category: Sports
Baylor women's basketball team won the national championship, they came from behind to shock Louisiana State and dominated Michigan State to complete the season at 33-3.
Baylor's Head Coach Kim Mulkey-Robertson produced 131-38 record while at Baylor in five seasons. Prior to her arrival, Baylor went 7-20. Like I said earlier, she is a fierce competitor. She steered Louisiana Tech to the national championship in '82 as a point guard. And now as the Coach, she is the first woman to win the national championship as a player and a coach.
Kim is not ugly bitch. Kim is stunning, gorgeous and fierce.
Got Mulk?
I am appalled that many people googled Kim Mulkey-Robertson with words like "nude", "sex", "lesbian", "without clothes" and they came to my blogsite! According to my site meter, in the last 100 touches, 54 has been directed to my blogsite based on Kim Mulkey-Robertson with words like sex, lesbian, tits, nude et al. Hey, grow up, perverts. Totally tasteless.
R-
Baylor women's basketball team won the national championship, they came from behind to shock Louisiana State and dominated Michigan State to complete the season at 33-3.
Baylor's Head Coach Kim Mulkey-Robertson produced 131-38 record while at Baylor in five seasons. Prior to her arrival, Baylor went 7-20. Like I said earlier, she is a fierce competitor. She steered Louisiana Tech to the national championship in '82 as a point guard. And now as the Coach, she is the first woman to win the national championship as a player and a coach.
Kim is not ugly bitch. Kim is stunning, gorgeous and fierce.
I am appalled that many people googled Kim Mulkey-Robertson with words like "nude", "sex", "lesbian", "without clothes" and they came to my blogsite! According to my site meter, in the last 100 touches, 54 has been directed to my blogsite based on Kim Mulkey-Robertson with words like sex, lesbian, tits, nude et al. Hey, grow up, perverts. Totally tasteless.
R-
Confidential to Kurzetard
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-
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-
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-
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