Remember the dude who ran CNN and said that he thinks the journalists were targeted by the military sometimes in countries like Iraq and Afghanistan? There was outcry that prompted this guy, I think his name is James Eaton or something, to resign from his job at CNN.
Then few weeks later, the Italian journalist was rescued by Italians and was attacked by the US Military. The US Military claimed that it was a mistake because of bad communication. One Italian was killed, the journalist was injured. The journalist also mentioned that the people who held her told her that she will be killed by the US Military "anyway when she is free". She couldn't believe it when it actually happened right after she was rescued.
Now there is an article that the US troops were cleared in Italian agent's death. Is it me or that it is frequent that the US troops are being cleared of many wrongdoings?
R-
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Monday, April 25, 2005
Happiest & Depressed Cities In USA
This is bit odd. I just saw this on MSN's Health & Fitness:
The Happiest Cities in the USA are:
1. Laredo, TX
2. El Paso, TX
3. Jersey City, NJ
4. Corpus Christi, TX
5. Baton Rouge, LA
6. Honolulu, HI
7. Fresno, CA
8. San Jose, CA
9. Lincoln, NE
10. Bakersfield, CA
11. Buffalo, NY
12. Anchorage, AK
13. Stockton, CA
14. Shreveport, LA
15. (3-way tie) Madison, WI
Montgomery, AL
and Des Moines, IA
18. Wichita, KS
19. (tie) Sacramento, CA and
Omaha, NE
The Most Depressed Cities are:
1. Philadelphia, PA
2. Detroit, MI
3. St. Petersburg, FL
4. St. Louis, MO
5. Tampa, FL
6. Indianapolis, IN
7. (3-way tie) Mesa, AZ
Phoenix, AZ
and Scottsdale, AZ
10. Cleveland, OH
11. New York, NY
12. Salt Lake City, UT
13. Atlanta, GA
14. (3-way tie) Yonkers, NY
Pittsburgh, PA
and Kansas City, MO
17. (3-way tie) Long Beach, CA
Los Angeles, CA
Nashville, TN
20. Portland, OR
My opinion? Some of 'em are bullshit.
R-
The Happiest Cities in the USA are:
1. Laredo, TX
2. El Paso, TX
3. Jersey City, NJ
4. Corpus Christi, TX
5. Baton Rouge, LA
6. Honolulu, HI
7. Fresno, CA
8. San Jose, CA
9. Lincoln, NE
10. Bakersfield, CA
11. Buffalo, NY
12. Anchorage, AK
13. Stockton, CA
14. Shreveport, LA
15. (3-way tie) Madison, WI
Montgomery, AL
and Des Moines, IA
18. Wichita, KS
19. (tie) Sacramento, CA and
Omaha, NE
The Most Depressed Cities are:
1. Philadelphia, PA
2. Detroit, MI
3. St. Petersburg, FL
4. St. Louis, MO
5. Tampa, FL
6. Indianapolis, IN
7. (3-way tie) Mesa, AZ
Phoenix, AZ
and Scottsdale, AZ
10. Cleveland, OH
11. New York, NY
12. Salt Lake City, UT
13. Atlanta, GA
14. (3-way tie) Yonkers, NY
Pittsburgh, PA
and Kansas City, MO
17. (3-way tie) Long Beach, CA
Los Angeles, CA
Nashville, TN
20. Portland, OR
My opinion? Some of 'em are bullshit.
R-
The Horror Stories of Dorian Yanke
As you may know, I absolutely lacked an iota of respect for Dorian Yanke since the first time I met him when he was a freshman at Gallaudet. He was (and probably still is, since I do not see him these days) abrasive, mean, rude, crude, condescending, offensive, callous, arrogant, jerk, anal retentive, asshole and many more.
As I learned last week, he was going to be the Director of Multicultural Diversity, I was horrified and appalled at the notion ... not because he is going to be the one, but at the notion that Gallaudet would HIRE someone like Dorian!
Then someone else emailed me to bitch at Dorian. Apparently, that person has a beef on him for what he did to the person. I cannot blame him.
Several emailed me, expressed the shock and anger that Dorian would do such a thing like this.
I think it is fitting that I write this entry to express my experiences in dealing with the hooligan trash. Then people who had horrible experiences with this fucker can express theirs in comment box.
R-
* * *
I was in the RA office, talking with Nanc when I first met Dorian. I never heard of him, he told me that his name is ... Yanke. I told him that I knew of his sister, but not of him. He seemed to be offended that I did not know who he is. He picked up the Hostess Twinkies that he purchased from the vending machine and tossed it at me, "You probably needed it more than I do."
I told him that I don't like this stuff. From that point, he relentlessly called me "Twinkie boy" for years.
* * *
One time, the doorbell flashed at 3 AM, I opened only to have the full water in the trash can flip into my bedroom and drenched the carpet. Dorian did it. Everyone said he took the huge trash can into the shower room and filled it with hot water to make it smell bad and leaned it on my door.
It took weeks to make my bedroom smell better. He totally fucked up my roommate and my routine system.
* * *
He made fun of gays. He nearly attacked Erik in front of me, throwing tons of offensive slurs at Erik in the cafeteria and in the dorm lobby. He wrote offensive comments about me on VAX's Notes Conference where he imagined what it is like to have a guy to fuck me. It was demeaning and offensive.
* * *
There was a fair that was sponsored by Campus Life in the Hanson Plaza -- there was a moonwalk where everyone can enter and jump for fun. I joined with my friends and had a good time. Then I saw Dorian seeing me in that thing, his eyes implied that he wanted to do something on me. I panicked and tried to get out but a friend accidentally knocked me down farther in the corner -- by time, Dorian got in the Moonwalk and pounced me repeatedly to a point where I thought I was going to be injured. I reported it to the Judicial Affairs. Nothing was being done at that time. Dorian apologized later but he did it just because he was worried that he'd be thrown out of school or punished.
* * *
I was waiting for an elevator with Jake, we were talking about the disney film called "Pocahontas" when the elevator opened in Carlin Hall. DOSS Officer was not far from me on the first floor. I did not see who was in the elevator -- suddenly, I was violently pushed so hard that I actually flew across the lobby. I was shocked then saw Dorian arguing with his ex, Cara who was crying hysterically in the elevator. He was not even charged in the Judicial Affairs even with the report submitted by the DOSS at that time. Jake could not believe that I actually flew.
Later, Cara said Dorian did not want to hit Cara so when the elevator opened, he saw me, the opportunity to do this was so great that he decided to push me so hard ... what if I hit that brick wall head-on?
* * *
These stories you just heard is what happened to me when I had to weather the terror of Dorian Yanke during my college years.
All in all, Dorian is one nasty bastard that does not deserve to be forgiven by any means.
I do not have a grudge on him. What do I feel about him? Pity. He does not deserve a chance to do something positive after the way he treated many people. He did it with pride. He enjoyed inflicting pain on people, he enjoyed terrorizing on people, he enjoyed bashing on people. He enjoyed everything that is possible as long as he can run away with it.
I do not hate him. But I will never be friends nor acknowledge his existence. Even if he changed some, I do not think I have the stomach to tolerate his presence. What he did to me was beyond anything else that I can think of.
And when someone said about his dead infant, I cannot help but grin. That's how bad it was for me when I had to endure being terrorized by this pompous fuck.
By all means, feel free to share your experiences about dealing with Dorian in the comment box.
R-
As I learned last week, he was going to be the Director of Multicultural Diversity, I was horrified and appalled at the notion ... not because he is going to be the one, but at the notion that Gallaudet would HIRE someone like Dorian!
Then someone else emailed me to bitch at Dorian. Apparently, that person has a beef on him for what he did to the person. I cannot blame him.
Several emailed me, expressed the shock and anger that Dorian would do such a thing like this.
I think it is fitting that I write this entry to express my experiences in dealing with the hooligan trash. Then people who had horrible experiences with this fucker can express theirs in comment box.
R-
* * *
I was in the RA office, talking with Nanc when I first met Dorian. I never heard of him, he told me that his name is ... Yanke. I told him that I knew of his sister, but not of him. He seemed to be offended that I did not know who he is. He picked up the Hostess Twinkies that he purchased from the vending machine and tossed it at me, "You probably needed it more than I do."
I told him that I don't like this stuff. From that point, he relentlessly called me "Twinkie boy" for years.
* * *
One time, the doorbell flashed at 3 AM, I opened only to have the full water in the trash can flip into my bedroom and drenched the carpet. Dorian did it. Everyone said he took the huge trash can into the shower room and filled it with hot water to make it smell bad and leaned it on my door.
It took weeks to make my bedroom smell better. He totally fucked up my roommate and my routine system.
* * *
He made fun of gays. He nearly attacked Erik in front of me, throwing tons of offensive slurs at Erik in the cafeteria and in the dorm lobby. He wrote offensive comments about me on VAX's Notes Conference where he imagined what it is like to have a guy to fuck me. It was demeaning and offensive.
* * *
There was a fair that was sponsored by Campus Life in the Hanson Plaza -- there was a moonwalk where everyone can enter and jump for fun. I joined with my friends and had a good time. Then I saw Dorian seeing me in that thing, his eyes implied that he wanted to do something on me. I panicked and tried to get out but a friend accidentally knocked me down farther in the corner -- by time, Dorian got in the Moonwalk and pounced me repeatedly to a point where I thought I was going to be injured. I reported it to the Judicial Affairs. Nothing was being done at that time. Dorian apologized later but he did it just because he was worried that he'd be thrown out of school or punished.
* * *
I was waiting for an elevator with Jake, we were talking about the disney film called "Pocahontas" when the elevator opened in Carlin Hall. DOSS Officer was not far from me on the first floor. I did not see who was in the elevator -- suddenly, I was violently pushed so hard that I actually flew across the lobby. I was shocked then saw Dorian arguing with his ex, Cara who was crying hysterically in the elevator. He was not even charged in the Judicial Affairs even with the report submitted by the DOSS at that time. Jake could not believe that I actually flew.
Later, Cara said Dorian did not want to hit Cara so when the elevator opened, he saw me, the opportunity to do this was so great that he decided to push me so hard ... what if I hit that brick wall head-on?
* * *
These stories you just heard is what happened to me when I had to weather the terror of Dorian Yanke during my college years.
All in all, Dorian is one nasty bastard that does not deserve to be forgiven by any means.
I do not have a grudge on him. What do I feel about him? Pity. He does not deserve a chance to do something positive after the way he treated many people. He did it with pride. He enjoyed inflicting pain on people, he enjoyed terrorizing on people, he enjoyed bashing on people. He enjoyed everything that is possible as long as he can run away with it.
I do not hate him. But I will never be friends nor acknowledge his existence. Even if he changed some, I do not think I have the stomach to tolerate his presence. What he did to me was beyond anything else that I can think of.
And when someone said about his dead infant, I cannot help but grin. That's how bad it was for me when I had to endure being terrorized by this pompous fuck.
By all means, feel free to share your experiences about dealing with Dorian in the comment box.
R-
Few Comments
I was reading NY Blade recently and it mentioned that The Cock Bar will move out of 12 Street & Avenue A to ... The Hole. The Hole will cease to exist, but The Cock Bar will take over its place. Not bad, not bad.
Also, Larry Kramer, the gay rights activist who gave his blistering opinions on different things including gay people who are irresponsible in barebacking -- calling them murderers. He also issued another interesting comments about Human Rights Campaign (HRC).
Blade: Do you think the answer is outing gay people?
Kramer: Oh god yes. Out them all. To show you how out of touch HRC is with the realities of life, they don’t subscribe to that theory.
Blade: What can be done to fix HRC?
Kramer: Nothing. They should close up shop. They don’t do us any good.
And I'm not member of HRC, go figure.
R-
Also, Larry Kramer, the gay rights activist who gave his blistering opinions on different things including gay people who are irresponsible in barebacking -- calling them murderers. He also issued another interesting comments about Human Rights Campaign (HRC).
Blade: Do you think the answer is outing gay people?
Kramer: Oh god yes. Out them all. To show you how out of touch HRC is with the realities of life, they don’t subscribe to that theory.
Blade: What can be done to fix HRC?
Kramer: Nothing. They should close up shop. They don’t do us any good.
And I'm not member of HRC, go figure.
R-
A Birthday Party for John Cameron Mitchell
Last night, I strolled down to Lower East Side and hits the Happy End Lounge on Broome Street. Little did I know that the night would end up as one of the most interesting evenings of my time in Manhattan.
It was a birthday bash for John Cameron Mitchell, a man of many hats (actor, writer, director, producer et al). Perhaps some of you knew that John Cameron Mitchell is famous for directing and acting in the independent film called "Hedwig and the Angry Inch".
Yes, I met John Cameron Mitchell -- he's shorter than I am but extremely cute. Very nice. Beth is so going to kill me. Beth is bona-fide fan of "Hedwig and the Angry Inch". The folks that went to the Birthday Bash is surreal. Some dressed outrageously, some dressed marvelous. I was the one on the left side in the "dress shitty" category.
Some stuff are not meant to be said in public. I also met a photographer who also do the photo-blog of his own. I was bit annoyed when he kept on flashing around the bar, its flash is extremely powerful. After seeing his photoblogging, I understand why he frequently flashed it all over the bar. Do not expect to find a picture of me in it because I probably did not look attractive last night. The photographer is also tall and sported a familiar facial features that tends to intrigue me and I found out that ... he is Serbian. I know, McFly, I have a thing for Serbs. Don't ask me why. I just never visited the Balkan States but I do have a thing for them. Call it a fetish if you must, McFly! Nikola, your stuff are great! I'm gonna add you to my list.
The photographer does some stuff for gawker.com as well. You can see the picture of John Cameron Mitchell being groped by these 3 nuts which I *vee-vee'ed* all night long. LIke I said, some stuff are not meant to be said in public.
Jessica the Bartender was simply great and charming -- I cannot believe how much she has to put up with gay men last night.
One funniest moment occured when I was waiting in a line for the bathroom (things always fucked up in the bathroom, don't they?), a guy shoved me. I was annoyed. Then he awkwardly leaned in on me which made my drink spill over a little. I turned to look at him and fingerspelled, "YOU ANAL RETENTIVE!"
The dumb hearing guy smiled and slowly mouthed the words, "I don't know what you said, but thanks for trying to talk with me." He leaned in on for a hug.
I nearly choked on my ice.
OH, yeah, Alan Cummings was there. He was literally all over the place. One time, he bumped on my back when he was dancing -- you guys know me, I hate being pushed, shoved or knocked around -- I turned to see him dancing. "Oh, that is him?" was my first thought when I first saw him. No excitement there. Not my thing. He's not hot but being famous helps him to make out with ... stop, stop, RT, stop!
Surdus, Jasper and Dax plainly vanished few hours later while I hung around and flirted different guys. It was fun. When I got home, I realized that I got 3 or 4 email addresses. Not bad, not bad.
Confidential to Chad: Staying in the bathroom with a guy for a long time does not make you attractive.
R-
It was a birthday bash for John Cameron Mitchell, a man of many hats (actor, writer, director, producer et al). Perhaps some of you knew that John Cameron Mitchell is famous for directing and acting in the independent film called "Hedwig and the Angry Inch".
Yes, I met John Cameron Mitchell -- he's shorter than I am but extremely cute. Very nice. Beth is so going to kill me. Beth is bona-fide fan of "Hedwig and the Angry Inch". The folks that went to the Birthday Bash is surreal. Some dressed outrageously, some dressed marvelous. I was the one on the left side in the "dress shitty" category.
Some stuff are not meant to be said in public. I also met a photographer who also do the photo-blog of his own. I was bit annoyed when he kept on flashing around the bar, its flash is extremely powerful. After seeing his photoblogging, I understand why he frequently flashed it all over the bar. Do not expect to find a picture of me in it because I probably did not look attractive last night. The photographer is also tall and sported a familiar facial features that tends to intrigue me and I found out that ... he is Serbian. I know, McFly, I have a thing for Serbs. Don't ask me why. I just never visited the Balkan States but I do have a thing for them. Call it a fetish if you must, McFly! Nikola, your stuff are great! I'm gonna add you to my list.
The photographer does some stuff for gawker.com as well. You can see the picture of John Cameron Mitchell being groped by these 3 nuts which I *vee-vee'ed* all night long. LIke I said, some stuff are not meant to be said in public.
Jessica the Bartender was simply great and charming -- I cannot believe how much she has to put up with gay men last night.
One funniest moment occured when I was waiting in a line for the bathroom (things always fucked up in the bathroom, don't they?), a guy shoved me. I was annoyed. Then he awkwardly leaned in on me which made my drink spill over a little. I turned to look at him and fingerspelled, "YOU ANAL RETENTIVE!"
The dumb hearing guy smiled and slowly mouthed the words, "I don't know what you said, but thanks for trying to talk with me." He leaned in on for a hug.
I nearly choked on my ice.
OH, yeah, Alan Cummings was there. He was literally all over the place. One time, he bumped on my back when he was dancing -- you guys know me, I hate being pushed, shoved or knocked around -- I turned to see him dancing. "Oh, that is him?" was my first thought when I first saw him. No excitement there. Not my thing. He's not hot but being famous helps him to make out with ... stop, stop, RT, stop!
Surdus, Jasper and Dax plainly vanished few hours later while I hung around and flirted different guys. It was fun. When I got home, I realized that I got 3 or 4 email addresses. Not bad, not bad.
Confidential to Chad: Staying in the bathroom with a guy for a long time does not make you attractive.
R-
Bitch Session IV
Here it is! Remember, anything you send it to me -- I copy and paste -- but I remove the names & email addresses, it is all forgotten. Nobody knew. Nobody will never know who said this, that and there. Yes, some people asked me who said it, and I declined to identify because I wanted to make this 100% confidentiality.
R-
* * *
Jessica vonGarrel! Get over Franco Korpics. Don't be obsessed and possessive about him. He doesn't love you! MOVE ON! He is in love with someone else! I know for sure!! GET A LIFE!!
Why can't you come up with better names while trying to launch veiled attacks online? You guys are scooping ridiculously low. "A Friend" "Anonymous" "Kurzetards" You're all weaklings. Have fun finishing your shriveling down into the dirt while feebling blurting out weak words and dispersing into thin air. Have more class, will you?
Cynthia & Tanya, from day one, people snickered at you both because you're losers. And you still are. Why do you think you guys went home alone last Friday night?
When are you going to get a clue that I do not have any attraction for you? Pick up your drool bucket and move on to the next person.
Desmond, you will never be cute -- you're just vain dude who thinks you're all that. You only had to buy clothes in order to keep up with the trends -- but otherwise, you're truly fucked. IN fact, you cannot compete with anyone else outside of your circle -- that's why you are imprisoned in your own world -- A sign of delusional mind, really. Not only that, fucking your roommate is not exactly the "gay" thing to do!
To the family (cohabiting with college students) where the gal is all over the country doing recruiting for a certain college, and where the guy is doing god-knows-what, do you think the 3-year old daughter is doing well, psychologically and emotionally?
When will we achieve First Contact with Vulcans so we can wipe out the materialism shit?
Jessica vonGarrel ... go back to the man who wants u so badly, Jon Kovacs!
Get a fucking clue that I do not want to see or talk with you at all. No means no. Need help finding a long thick needle to pop that overinflated balloon head of yours?
Fuck you, you cab drivers who think that beautiful deaf women with big boobs would be interested in marrying, let alone dating, you! Get a grip. I'm not helping you get your green card.
Asking me to fill out a lottery ticket (with numbers) for you does not mean that I'll marry you if you win the lottery. See the cop and business woman behind you laughing? That should indicate how silly you sounded when asking me to marry you if you won. Keep the money yourself and enjoy your new rich life if you win. If not, happy drinking that beer you bought alongside your lottery ticket.
I wonder if the dead infant probably makes Dorian Yanke see things in a different light? I hope so. That fucker probably deserved it.
Scott, if I ever see you again, the first thing you'll ever see is my fist.
Lenny, one word that can describe you the best -- retard.
You don't think I smell foreign tuna on your cock? Stop cheating. Or I'll bite.
R-
* * *
Jessica vonGarrel! Get over Franco Korpics. Don't be obsessed and possessive about him. He doesn't love you! MOVE ON! He is in love with someone else! I know for sure!! GET A LIFE!!
Why can't you come up with better names while trying to launch veiled attacks online? You guys are scooping ridiculously low. "A Friend" "Anonymous" "Kurzetards" You're all weaklings. Have fun finishing your shriveling down into the dirt while feebling blurting out weak words and dispersing into thin air. Have more class, will you?
Cynthia & Tanya, from day one, people snickered at you both because you're losers. And you still are. Why do you think you guys went home alone last Friday night?
When are you going to get a clue that I do not have any attraction for you? Pick up your drool bucket and move on to the next person.
Desmond, you will never be cute -- you're just vain dude who thinks you're all that. You only had to buy clothes in order to keep up with the trends -- but otherwise, you're truly fucked. IN fact, you cannot compete with anyone else outside of your circle -- that's why you are imprisoned in your own world -- A sign of delusional mind, really. Not only that, fucking your roommate is not exactly the "gay" thing to do!
To the family (cohabiting with college students) where the gal is all over the country doing recruiting for a certain college, and where the guy is doing god-knows-what, do you think the 3-year old daughter is doing well, psychologically and emotionally?
When will we achieve First Contact with Vulcans so we can wipe out the materialism shit?
Jessica vonGarrel ... go back to the man who wants u so badly, Jon Kovacs!
Get a fucking clue that I do not want to see or talk with you at all. No means no. Need help finding a long thick needle to pop that overinflated balloon head of yours?
Fuck you, you cab drivers who think that beautiful deaf women with big boobs would be interested in marrying, let alone dating, you! Get a grip. I'm not helping you get your green card.
Asking me to fill out a lottery ticket (with numbers) for you does not mean that I'll marry you if you win the lottery. See the cop and business woman behind you laughing? That should indicate how silly you sounded when asking me to marry you if you won. Keep the money yourself and enjoy your new rich life if you win. If not, happy drinking that beer you bought alongside your lottery ticket.
I wonder if the dead infant probably makes Dorian Yanke see things in a different light? I hope so. That fucker probably deserved it.
Scott, if I ever see you again, the first thing you'll ever see is my fist.
Lenny, one word that can describe you the best -- retard.
You don't think I smell foreign tuna on your cock? Stop cheating. Or I'll bite.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Furball 2: My Experiences
When I got off from the 14 Street Subway Station, it was raining hard. It poured like Hell. Not a good idea for me, to walk in the GLBT Center where everyone else will see me for the first time -- in very wetty situation.
But I went ahead. I ran like crazy, saw guys that were going to Furball 2 hiding under the covers by the buildings. Then I arrived at the GLBT Center which is a block away on 13 Street -- it was packed. Yes, I was one of few guys who were drenched by the rain.
The first impression of Furball 2 is the ... stench. I'm telling you guys, gay men breathed bad. I gagged a lot. When they saw me and said "Woof" -- their breath hits me, not so attractive. I flinched a little. I am man enough to handle the stench. Basically, the party is great. People are friendly. I kept on getting groped from behind -- kinda pissed me off because I cannot know who did it. Some guys are gorgeous, some guys are bizarre. C'est la vie in the world of Gay Community.
Some leathermen thinks Furball is for them. They came in not-so-subtle clothes that would give few churchgoers heart attacks. Saw a guy who is about 6'0 and 350 lbs, he wore nothing but boxers. I will never be like that. I won't. I will not permit myself -- if so, somebody push me off the Empire State Building!
One charming fellow with a beard -- you could tell that he is kinda Irish. He targeted me, and so do I. He made a move -- we talked and blah. One thing I do not like about gays is that when they like someone, they talk, then they try to kiss before exchanging email addresses. I happen to think the kisses are intimate!
But at this Furball 2, do what the Romans did. I kissed. We exchanged. But again, I'm wary and cautious of hearing men. They are like dogs, you have to be responsible for them, you do not trust them around food. You do not trust them around certain things ... but you cannot live without 'em.
Few deafies were there. Ryan, Surdus, me and about 5 more. Some are dumb enough that I simply refused to acknowledge their names. I just do not care nor have the time to deal with the introductions.
By 1 AM, I had enough of these men at the GLBT Center -- I wanted to pep myself up with some normal guys that I never managed to attain, it is off to GYM SPORTSBAR!
Surdus brought his toy along to meet me at GYM SportsBar, the newest gay sports bar in New York. I noticed something better -- more gays are being normal. They dressed much better as according to the norms of the sports bar. I do not see any Martini drinks which is good news, to say the least. As time progressed, I get heavily buzzed. Surdus and his toy went home as I was greeted by two guys that I met at The Park. In fact, I almost forgot who they were -- they greeted me and had to remind me who they were. Oh, sorry, that is my cliche towards hearing men these days. Meet them, forget them later.
Later before the bar closed, I was approached by the manager who told me that he saw me here before ... twice. And he wondered if I liked the bar. I told him the truth -- I told him that the first time, I thought it was ew! The second time was alright. Now this time, it is much better and resonating with the norms of a typical sports bar. He smiled hard and said he's Kevin the Manager -- very hot one.
It was fun all right, tonight -- the dilemma -- watching Desperate Housewives or going to the well-known actor's birthday party which Surdus was invited and he extends that to me. This or that? I'll go to the party -- it happens only once. Desperate Housewives, well, there is always reruns.
Be patient for the Bitch Session IV is coming up next -- after the Birthday Bash tonight!
R-
But I went ahead. I ran like crazy, saw guys that were going to Furball 2 hiding under the covers by the buildings. Then I arrived at the GLBT Center which is a block away on 13 Street -- it was packed. Yes, I was one of few guys who were drenched by the rain.
The first impression of Furball 2 is the ... stench. I'm telling you guys, gay men breathed bad. I gagged a lot. When they saw me and said "Woof" -- their breath hits me, not so attractive. I flinched a little. I am man enough to handle the stench. Basically, the party is great. People are friendly. I kept on getting groped from behind -- kinda pissed me off because I cannot know who did it. Some guys are gorgeous, some guys are bizarre. C'est la vie in the world of Gay Community.
Some leathermen thinks Furball is for them. They came in not-so-subtle clothes that would give few churchgoers heart attacks. Saw a guy who is about 6'0 and 350 lbs, he wore nothing but boxers. I will never be like that. I won't. I will not permit myself -- if so, somebody push me off the Empire State Building!
One charming fellow with a beard -- you could tell that he is kinda Irish. He targeted me, and so do I. He made a move -- we talked and blah. One thing I do not like about gays is that when they like someone, they talk, then they try to kiss before exchanging email addresses. I happen to think the kisses are intimate!
But at this Furball 2, do what the Romans did. I kissed. We exchanged. But again, I'm wary and cautious of hearing men. They are like dogs, you have to be responsible for them, you do not trust them around food. You do not trust them around certain things ... but you cannot live without 'em.
Few deafies were there. Ryan, Surdus, me and about 5 more. Some are dumb enough that I simply refused to acknowledge their names. I just do not care nor have the time to deal with the introductions.
By 1 AM, I had enough of these men at the GLBT Center -- I wanted to pep myself up with some normal guys that I never managed to attain, it is off to GYM SPORTSBAR!
Surdus brought his toy along to meet me at GYM SportsBar, the newest gay sports bar in New York. I noticed something better -- more gays are being normal. They dressed much better as according to the norms of the sports bar. I do not see any Martini drinks which is good news, to say the least. As time progressed, I get heavily buzzed. Surdus and his toy went home as I was greeted by two guys that I met at The Park. In fact, I almost forgot who they were -- they greeted me and had to remind me who they were. Oh, sorry, that is my cliche towards hearing men these days. Meet them, forget them later.
Later before the bar closed, I was approached by the manager who told me that he saw me here before ... twice. And he wondered if I liked the bar. I told him the truth -- I told him that the first time, I thought it was ew! The second time was alright. Now this time, it is much better and resonating with the norms of a typical sports bar. He smiled hard and said he's Kevin the Manager -- very hot one.
It was fun all right, tonight -- the dilemma -- watching Desperate Housewives or going to the well-known actor's birthday party which Surdus was invited and he extends that to me. This or that? I'll go to the party -- it happens only once. Desperate Housewives, well, there is always reruns.
Be patient for the Bitch Session IV is coming up next -- after the Birthday Bash tonight!
R-
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