Moments in DC Over Memorial Day Weekend

Funniest Moment: Watching CNN HeadlineNews, it talked about W. Mark Felt being revealed as the person behind the "Deep Throat" identity that unravelled President Nixon during the Watergate Scandal. Jason said, "I find it impossible to believe that it is this guy who did the porn thing in 70s!" I flinched and said, "You think it is about the porn thing?" Jason nodded, "I think so?"

Odd Moment: During the times I stayed in the District, I did not even visit Gallaudet!

Odd Moment II: Toby, Jason and I were three of only FIVE persons who went to watch the open-captioned film of Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith at 9:45 PM. It was surreal seeing the empty audience -- at least, three of us gets to take our shoes off like we do at our homes.

Changin' Moment: Chinatown in DC is now, officially, Americanized. It is saturated with Urban Outfitters, Ruby Tuesday, Fuddruckers, Starbucks, Subway, Pot Belly, Haagen-Dazs and Chipotle. And yes, an Irish Pub in Chinatown. Go figure.

Weird Moment: The old Washington Convention Center is gone. It is one big massive ugly open space waiting to be "built" for something else. The new WCC is about 3 or 4 blocks north just next to DC Eagle, the gay leather bar. But meanwhile, Grand Hyatt Hotel where the RAD Conference will be at -- it will sit in midst of nowheresville, really.

You Knew You Are Spoiled By NYC's Subway Moment: 16 minutes of waiting for the next train in Metro Subway is too long for me to handle! In New York, everything goes within 5 to 10 minutes. 16 or 23 minutes during the nighttime are absurd.

Good Feelin' Moment: Visiting the Ewans for the dinner and chit-chats are always great. It was nice to see the Ewans once again. As always, Darlene and I always had something to talk about, really.

Painful Moment: My left knee, 'nuff said.

Disappointing Moment: Rob was nowhere to be found. I'd love to 005 at him.

Weird Moment II: At Nation last Saturday night, one guy named Justin told me that I trashed him at Apex two days earlier after he complimented to me about how beautiful I signed very well -- well, I did not remember the incident probably because I was drunk. I absolutely hated the compliments when it comes to my ASL skills. Justin even fingerspelled my name as a way to confirm that it was me. Oh, well.

Fad Moment? Mikey coined a term: Fow. It is a shortcut way to say that one is low function. Since not many people who are low function will understand what it means, so what is the point of spelling it fully? Let's make it short enough for stupid people to understand something, therefore, it is Fow. So it's much easier if you quickly fingerspelled to your friend next to you, "F-O-W" should you get annoyed by a stupid person (deaf or hearing). The next person will know what it means.

Worst Moment: Marb(t)y's animalistic behavior last night.

Ridor and His Sidekick, Mikey -- Photo by www.jasonwittig.com

Thanks to Toby for dealing with me for 7 days. It was great seeing Toby! I have tons of pictures ... I might do the tease thing in a long run.

Cheers,

R-

Marb(t)y Bonales Is Nuts

It is safe to say that I was never embarrassed nor horrified of nearly anything else until I saw the antics of Marb(t)y Bonales, a deaf gay guy from Louisville, Kenfucky. Originally, I heard horror stories about Marb(t)y getting into wild altercations with others, deaf or hearing, at different places.

Basically, the whole thing started at about 6 PM when a friend objected to the way my friends and I treated his ex by not inviting him to go out with us -- actually, why should we?

Then the battle of comments heated over the pagers back and forth until about 12:45 AM where three of us met Marb(t)y and Mikey at The Fireplace's. I was horrified that Marb(t)y screamed at the top of his lungs in the bar, then he shoved me against the wall. He attempted to kick my left knee which was recuperating from the injury. He was screaming like an animal.

I told him to calm down and that he was making a scene. He became crazy. He nearly slapped me when he tried to say, "DEAF CULTURE -- THAT MY LIFE -- NOT YOUR BUSINESS!!" When he said the last sign (business), he outwardly signed it to my face, nearly slapped me. I backed off.

Marb(t)y, it is not Deaf Culture. It is called immature, childish, stupid, boorish and animal behavior of yours!

At this point, I decided not to get closer to his wild animalistic behaviors on the other end of the bar. The bartender, Jerry, wrote on a note to tell me that I made a smart move by keeping myself distant from Marb(t)y. Jerry also wrote down, "This guy screamed like the donkey from Hee-Haw." He was referring to the old sitcom in 1980s. IN other words, Marb(t)y was depicted as animal by a hearing person. That's how bad it was.

Marb(t)y was out of control to a point where an hour later, I witnessed him getting in a scuffle with the cops and was subsequently arrested along with another friend of mine. Yes, you heard this. Apparently, my friend was trying to drop Marb(t)y off at the corner of the street so that they can walk to the apartment which is not far away, in fact, you can see it over there. Marb(t)y got hysterical and [probably screamed at the top of his lungs in the suburban neighborhoods] and refused to get out of the car -- the commotion in the middle of nighttime brought the cops to the scene.

I was not in this car. I rode in another automobile that came to pass the corner where the cops busted everyone else in the car. Enough said, I was horrified by the whole thing. Then Marb(t)y decided to take things in his own hands by being confrontational with the cops -- he was quickly subdued and arrested.

Basically, Marb(t)y asked for it. Marb(t)y thought he's above this -- apparently, Marb(t)y assumed that he has the right to scream at the top of his lungs to anyone else, to physically assault people by shoving and signing so close that the signs itself becomes a weapon to hurl on someone's faces ... all in all, it was a crime by itself.

Basically, by getting arrested, Marb(t)y asked for it. Marb(t)y is not a guy that I would befriend by anything else. His behavior is not acceptable in any cultures, and it was certainly not surprising that he got arrested but ... for him to do such a thing to my friend who also got arrested was despicable.

After that, I left for Philadelphia. I need a positive dose of something else. Lo Behold, there is an article in Gallaudet Today about my friend, Thuan Nguyen. This gal rocks. Not Marb(t)y. Hope he'll get some therapy or two.

R-

Few Jabs: Dartmouth, HushStorm and Sith Queens

Last November, I went to Hanover, New Hampshire with Chris and Shane for Dartmouth College's Gay-Lesbian Alumni Reunion. I wrote during my stay in Hanover which Dartmouth is the heartbeat of Hanover.

You see, Chris graduated from Dartmouth. Yes, he's a hearing but he's my friend first. When I was a junior at Gallaudet, Dartmouth intrigued me after its fierce battle with Virginia Cavaliers Women's Basketball team in the NCAA Tournament which Virginia won by 3. Dartmouth intrigued me becaue of its attitude. Meeting Chris kinda echoed my suspicions about Dartmouth. Chris asked me if I wanted to go with him to Dartmouth. I seized upon the opportunity.

I did mention to Chris that I was hoping to meet Dartmouth's Andrew Goldstein, an All-American lacrosse player who is probably the first gay to come out of the closet, especially with 'team-based' sport while he is STILL on the team. Gymnastics, fencing, figure skating and swimming do not count, honey. Chris grinned and said that anything can happen but no high hopes. I never saw him, though. Maybe I did but was too distracted with the beauty of the college and its town and Andrew probably passed me by. Who knows?

There are athletic players (no, working at the gym does not count!) who are gay like Dave Kopay and Billy Bean. But they came out of the closet AFTER they stopped playing. Of course, they do not count. Andrew is the first. Billy Bean turned me off when I went to see his lecture which he lacked an interpreter (after I asked for one) and I fired an email to Billy which he took a fucking YEAR to answer it!

But either way, I'm glad that ESPN did a great spotlight on Andrew Goldstein. You can read the articles I talked about the visit to Dartmouth on this, that and there.

Andrew Sullivan is correct when he said that we will win the whole thing related to gay issues including marriage because people will see that being gay is not a threat to the society after dealing with their teammate in Andrew Goldstein. We may losing battles as of now, but when the baby boomers are dead and removed from the society, they will be replaced by Gen X and others who probably will outpoll and outvote the anti-gay folks in everything. Mark my words.

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Aarie of HushStorm lied! He said that "The Grudge" is not good as it is. I thought it was scary flick. I told Jason that if that damned child tried to yowl at me -- I'll fucking jump on the kid just to throw him off the track -- I won't show my fears. He agreed. Then I walked in the kitchen to get a drink -- then walked back to the living room through the dining room in the dark. Jason sprang like that child from the movie in the dining room -- scared me shitless. I nearly tossed the drink away. I actually screamed enough to wake up the Vietnamese and Guatemalans and some dead folks around here! Damn Jason.

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I was supposed to head back to Philadelphia on Tuesday afternoon. But ... the group insisted that I stay one more day so that we can watch the open captioned of Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith at 9:45 PM. Yes, I already saw the film two weeks ago with rear window captions, I was overwhelmed and confused for the first 30 minutes because I was not used to the RWC thing. But now with the open captioned film in Chinatown's new Gallery Place Regal Cinemas, why not? So expect to see us there!

R-

Perhaps ...

Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise.

I took the Metro subway to Greenbelt. The line where I rode is filled with tourists for the Memorial Day Weekend. I saw a child lying on the subway platform, bored out of its mind, rolled around the floor. Its tongue touching the platform floor as the child's parents begged it not to stick the tongue on the floor. If I was a hearing person, I would kneel down to the child and say, "Honey, last night someone vomitted on this very spot. Think about it."

Proceeded to see Darlene for a dinner. We pretty much caught up with everything else. It was nice seeing Karl, Therese, Alexander and Heidi. Therese made a fabulous dinner of roast beef. I enjoyed it very much.

Soon I split from them in Chinatown en route to DuPont Circle, trying to beat the closing time at the store -- I failed.

So off to the Lizard Lounge. It is filled with twinks and bois, much to my disappointment. Lots of shoves and pushes, since my left knee is still not 100 percent healthy, it was pretty aggravating for others to bump into me. Naturally, drink after another drink, I became expressive in what I expect of others to behave.

I busted one wannabe interpreter trying to eavesdrop our conversations then I blasted him to smithereens that it was rude of him to do that. He profusely apologized.

Blah, blah, blah. I bumped into ... Luke and Ted! Two hearing friends of mine in the District whom I hadn't seen in nearly 4 years. They looked so good. It was such a blessing in disguise to see them in a lousy place like Lizard Lounge.

I also bumped into an acquaintenance whom I knew from New York in that bar.

We ended up gong home at 6 AM.

So today was very shitty for me and we are going to rent some horror movies so that we can snicker at sissies' shrieks tonight. Poor the neighbors.

R-

Checklist!

A Checklist For Sunday

_X__ See Darlene for a dinner!

____ Buy Kyle Breakfast and Bed's Inn graphic novel!

____ Buy JSA's Princes of Darkness!

_X__ Buy a jockstrap!

_X__ Go to Lizard Lounge tonight!

Ta ta!

R-

Big Ben Stopped

I saw a joke on MAD-TV where a dumb blonde twink was distraught to learn that Big Ben was named after a building, not someone's penis in London. He came back to the States and told his gay friends who wept at that. Hysterical, though.

Here is the information about Big Ben in London.

R-

Mom Was Right

...And our Mothers said it'd make you blind or that your palm will grow hair if you jerk off too much. WE thought since they are women, they do not know a thing or two.

But now, it appears that they are correct, thanks to the FDA's announcement about the viagra linked to blindness!

R-