75K Done, Up Next is 100K!

75,000 Has Been Crossed: Sometimes last night at 1:30 AM, someone in Montreal, Quebec visited the blog and became the 75,000th victim since mid-September. I started to blog in September, 2003 but did not add the site meter until last year. At first, it was slow -- but now it is averaging 2,500 visits and 5,600 views per week. Not bad, though.

Carrie Has Vanished! Last week, I finally got in touch with Carrie who told me that she has been vacationing in Maui. Maui?! Yep, that Hawai'ian island. Carrie, I'm still waiting for these X-Mas pictures that you took when you were here with me and Perlis!

Dan Savage: I forgot to mention that Andrew Sullivan, the conservative Republican HIV+ barebacker out of Provincetown who always asked people to donate money on his blog, has invited Dan Savage to pen in for his blogsite this week. This is remarkable because Andrew is conservative Republican, Dan Savage is liberal as things come by. Dan Savage is famous for issuing advices related to sex issues. I read his sex articles because it is funny, educational and yes, I learned some stuff out of it. Now Andrew's blog is more lively and funny, which I cannot say the same thing for Andrew Sullivan himself.

Dave Chappelle Rocks: Last night, I could not stop laughing. You know how they say, laughter is the best medication. Dave may be the funniest comedian I had seen in years. I understand why he signed with ComedyCentral channel for some millions of dollars to continue his comedical career. If you did not get to see it, try it. You'll be pleased with how he says things about ourselves -- unless you're a prick and cannot read the captions very well, then don't bother to watch.

Scott Harper Is Village Idiot But ... Scott Harper, 18, is termed as the village idiot when he decided to jump off the upper section of Yankees Stadium and landed on the net which I reported few days ago. Well, there is a picture of him up close -- he's cute. Dreamy but too young. He's the type that I see at The Cock Bar which I can loiter, fuck and dump just like that. *growl*

Which One Are You? Blanche Devereaux, Rose Nylund, Sophia Castillo or Dorothy Zbornak? I'm the classic fag. Any fag loves this show. Sitting in the kitchen at 4 AM with close friends and eating cheesecake, talking about their lives -- listening to Rose's St. Olaf stories, what more do you want? I can relate to Sophia -- her dry, abrasive and blunt sense of humor is duly noted and very familiar with me. In fact, I can watch her and expect her to say something else to subdue everyone else in the room.

Malkin, Drudge, LGF and RWR: When Cindy Sheehan asked for GW Bush to come out of his reclusive Crawford Ranch for few minutes of talk, to have the normal conversation. Show some compassion for the mother of a dead soldier. After all, he is on his 50th vacation in 5 years (10 per years!), he said he wanted a vacation to "reconnect with his folks in Texas" -- this is his chance to be normal and be civilized. Apparently, no. GW Bush dispatched his supporters like Matt "Roehmosexual" Drudge, Michelle "Chink Bitch" Malkin, Little Green Snotballs, that nobody's prick, Rhymes with Right to assault the mother of a dead soldier of her simple request to meet and talk with GW Bush on a casual level.

It is interesting to note that these people did not mention that the secret service agents made an indirect threat that they will arrest the mother because she is the "threat to the national security". Wow, GW Bush is the national figure? Please!

That Roehmosexual, Matt Drudge did this on persistent level, obviously because he regarded her as an annoyance that can bring the downfall of GW Bush's popularity. His current polls are at an all-time low, which is good for me.

That "Chink Bitch" Malkin had the guts to speak for Casey Sheehan, Cindy's dead son -- she said that Casey would be embarrassed of his mother. Excuse me, Michelle, you do not know Casey like Cindy does -- you just write and spew your fucking dumb-ass rhetoric, claiming to speak for people who has nothing to do with you!

As for RWR, he is just an idiot from Texas. Simply put. He claimed that GW Bush did meet Cindy last year. Yes, in front of media! In front of hundreds of persons, but not one on one. Compassion! Compassion! Franklin Delano Roosevelt did it. Abraham Lincoln did it. JFK did it. Bill Clinton attended the dead soldiers' funerals. Did GW Bush? No. GW Bush joked by calling Cindy, "Mom" and even asked his assistant, "Who are they?" -- implied that GW Bush is a buffoon and do not care at all.

GW Bush and his Republican cronies knew the art of media, thanks to the Nixon debacle, to use against the mass. How? To pretend. To stand and pose for 5 minutes so that the pictures can be taken, then when it's over, the families are out due to the "national security". No time for a normal conversation between a true citizen and the nation's President. But he has time to have 50 vacations in 5 years. No conservatives and Republicans will disseminate why GW Bush has 50 vacations in 5 years, but they are willing to destroy the grieving mother of a dead soldier.

How great is it?

R-

Yeah, I Used Craigslist To Score -- Is That Your Problem?

Boohoo! Another idiotic posting by someone else who tried to embarrass me that I used craigslist.org for quick fuck sessions.

The problem is that I already mentioned a long time ago that I used the craigslist.org to play with men because I wanted to. It is convenient. It is quick. It is simple. It is fun. So sue me. Why do you think Craigslist.org is popular these days? It is because people use it as the means to meet, buy and yes, fuck each other.

In fact, several of my friends knew that I routinely post up the advertisements once in a while just to score some fun. I'm not holy man. I am a man with cock. I have the needs. Just ask Char, Sarah, Carrie, Perlis, Beth, Merritt and many more.

This is not a secret that I am ashamed of. In fact, I'm very casual about it. I even told my fraternity brothers about it. I even told close friends about it. It is no big deal, though.

Yes, I did post this up when I was in DC. Why? Because I can. No, if you read carefully, I specifically asked for fuck sessions, not to look for "love". Just to fuck like rabbits.

Here is the posting that someone tried to blackmail me:

Visiting DC -- Husky, Hairy Horny Guy - 31
Reply to: anon-86363502@craigslist.org
Date: 2005-07-23, 5:00AM EDT


I'm 31. i'm not VGL, br/hzl, goatee, husky, hairy, nice cock (I fucked professional hockey player four times!) -- do not measure my cock, you do it yourself -- I fuck you, you suck me. WE grind.

I'm not A&F, pretty boy, boi or twink -- I'm just avg who can fuck.

If you can't, you know the drill.


* this is in or around NE - Gallaudet

And guess what? I fucked three guys through that posting. Very convenient and easy to score. Ain't life great? You should try it sometimes, it is a way to release your stress. That person who hides behind the screen trying to defame my character is bitter, sad -- s/he needs a fuck or two. And yes, it is true that I fucked this hockey player. Of course, I am not at liberty to identify who's who. Hahahaha!

Cheers,

R-

One Step At A Time

It is no secret that many people either loathed or loved me. It is no secret that my blog is perhaps the most watched closely by the ones that loathed me more than the ones that loved me. Why? Perhaps they are intrigued to see what I think, say or deal with things. Perhaps they fail to comprehend what it is like to be me.

Like I cannot comprehend what it is like to be you or someone else. I can comprehend what it is like to be myself. Too bad, English language is not enough for me to express what it is like to be me. Conversely, ASL is not enough as well.

Some thinks that I'm malicious. That is fine with me. Of course, at times, I get annoyed with that perception when people exaggerated and repeated this not for months, but for years! Yes, I have strong opinion, so do you. Or you should be.

It is always blessing to have close friends who endured and weathered through the turbulent moments with me to a point where they now can say, "Oh, that is RT, I'm not worried about it."

There was three or four circles of friends in my lifetime -- perhaps the most eccentric group of all has to be the Legends' Gang. The Legends' Gang was coined by a stupid prick who emailed me and my friends, asking us if s/he could interview us about how they handled me! Of course, all of my friends refused. So we joked and named us the Legends' Gang. Among who's who are:

*drumroll*

Rosalie Harris of Arkansas (now Texas), David Spillers of Arkansas (now Tennessee), Keith Clark of North Carolina, Rico Cokart of The Netherlands, Berna Marthinussen of Norway, Erin Wilkinson of Kansas (now New Mexico), Nina Beems of Arizona and Silas Wagner of Arkansas (now California).

It would not surprise that you would recall seeing us chatting with each other at IHOP or Denny's Restaurant at 4 AM in the morning on a schoolday. Or even saw David pulling Berna's pants down at SoHo for the world to see. Or us arguing with the cops on the top level of parking lot at Stratosphere Tower in Las Vegas. Or just sitting in Gallaudet cafeteria talking for 3 hours in the same table. Or me trying to help David vomit the damned thing out at KonTiki Bar in Tucson, Arizona while everyone was too fucked up to take care of themselves. Or me arguing with a cop in DC while 9 of us were crammed in my tiny Ford Escort SE.

One time, we decided to head down to my parents' home for Labor Day Weekend, I knew my parents will say "No!" if I mentioned that 9 of us will come down for the weekend. So I said "4" but told the gang to come along. Two cars carried 9 of us to my parents' home. Suffice to say, Mom could not say "No!" in front of us. To make things fun, Berna, Keith, Rosalie, Nina, Silas along with a friend from Italy never experienced a hurricane or tropical storm before in their lives -- there was a tropical storm rolling in our neighborhood on a Saturday as we went to the water amusement park called Water Country USA in Williamsburg -- less than 10 people came to the park as it rained all day long. Of course, it is water amusement park -- so fucking what?! Water is water, period.

We had a blast time. The worst part is when we went back home for the night, we could feel the rains pelting my head all night long. It was worse than the Chinese water torture! When we went back to Gallaudet campus, many of my friends bragged that they swam while the tropical storm bulldozed around the neighborhoods -- in fact, it was reported that about 5 miles east of the water amusement park, a tornado touched down and obliterated an apartment building.

Europeans never experienced a tropical storm simply because it does not go their way, though. So when Berna and Danielle went back to Europe, they boasted that they weathered a tropical storm at the water amusement park -- let's say, the Europeans were amazed at their guts.

These friends got to know me extremely well to a point where they just nodded and rolled their eyes when people backstabbed or tarred my name. But not Keith, he just chuckled about it then tell me later about it so that I can laugh so hard about it.

Of course, I have many friends that I could list. Beth and I had several amazing stories about this, that and there. Manny and Merritt probably has two or fifteen stories about me. Jason probably has 5 or 20. Friends are great, but there is always that "but".

But I'd like one guy to contend with. I'd like a partner. I'm 31. Everyone has so much to offer for someone to share with. It is human nature to be like that. I want one as well. I want to confide in one person, I want to tell him what I think, feel or whatsoever is on my mind. Of course, I am complicated as things goes. It takes one to know me. Nobody can know me overnight -- I'm sure my friends would vouch that for me as well.

To make things worse, it is not easy to date a hearing person. Especially gay hearing man. They seemed to shut down themselves when they perceived me to be "complicated". Ahh. As for Deaf gay men, not many are my type -- that is OK with me but hey, how can you determine that I'm not for you if you do not know me well?

When I see this image of Wally telling his girlfriend, "...one step at a time." -- it strikes a chord with me. In this image (click on the image for a close-up of the image to read the dialogue), Wally West is well-known as Flash, the comic book character, trying to grapple to deal with an ordinary woman whom he loved and wanted to share his world with her. This woman has been trying to understand what it is like to be Flash, she could not. How can Wally make her understand what it is like to be Wally? By including her in his world ... one step at a time.

Of course, I can relate to that. My life is wholly diffrent from many people, but if two feels attracted to each other, give it a shot! You simply cannot say you do not like a person in a matter of minutes or days. The person may drive you nuts at times, but try to understand their backgrounds instead of making damned assumptions of others. The world would be better if people learns to appreciate one's differences ... one step at a time.

To Legends' Gang, thanks for the memories -- let's get together as soon as can be, dahlin'! What about Austin, Texas for New Years Eve 2006 at Roz's place?

Cheers,

R-

Courtesy of Lambykins, Vlog Has Arrived

O what can I say about Jason Lamberton?

We have different sets of beliefs but we are good friends, often joked about things in life. Thanks to a certain girl who coined "Lambykins" for Jon and Jason, it has been stuck with them for some years. Too bad some people out there are not flexible like Jason to deal with me. I'm pretty flexible as things go by but I stick with my ideological beliefs, same thing goes for Jason.

Jason told me that he has been working on this experiment that could change the face of Deaf Blogosphere, never mind the hearie ones, in the immediate future. Blog? No more blog -- enter the vlog -- the Video-log. Why? Because Jason has a point, not many Deaf people liked to read, they liked to watch one talk in American Sign Language. Hence, the video-log.

Jason, today, unveiled perhaps the world's first but certainly not the last vlog. Check this out.

What do I think of it? More power to him. I like to write. I do not think I'll look good on videos, anyway. It is difficult to explain my thoughts in ASL sometimes, sometimes it's difficult to explain things in English, too. But never say never -- I might experiment it when I visit Jason to give it a shot.

Meanwhile, enjoy his vlog. Way to go, Jason.

I must chuckle when Jason attempted to say vlog at first but said b--vlog. Bad habits die hard. What he said about that old arena, I agreed completely!

Cheers,

R-

Dead, Dead and Lucky To Be Alive!

Died Of Exhaustion! In Seoul, South Korea, the 28 years old guy died of exhaustion after playing 49 consecutive hours on the computer game, Starcraft.

Died of Cheerleading Stunt: In Medford, Massachusetts, the 14 years old gal died at the cheerleading practice. She did not break her neck or a leg, just landed chest down on her teammates' arms. Then somehow it got worsened. Dead.

It All Starts With A Dare: 18 years old Scott Harper in Westchester, New York, just outside of New York City, heard the chants in upper section 603: "Stay or jump! Stay or jump! Stay or jump!" Scott decided to jump off the upper section of Yankee Stadium and landed on the safety net which caused more than 50,000 fans to roar with laughter. Apparently, the game was boring, which Char's beloved Yankees lost 2-1 to Chicago White Sox, to a point where Scott Harper decided to enlighten up the mood. Even George Steinbrenner, the owner of Yankees, muttered, "“That was the only exciting thing that happened today,” referring to the stunt that Scott Harper did.

Confidential to That Freak: Thanks for the links, at least, few visits to bolster my blogsite.

Cheers,

R-

Somebody Get Him OFF My TV Set!

At first, I thought it was Senator Rick Santorum (R-PA) promoting his book. Honest, I did. But it was not Rick Santorum, it was Kevin Trudeau. It is annoying to click on another channels only to find him talking after the other.

I checked the information and learned that he was banned from appearing on infomercials starting in September, 2004. But he is still around on these informercials.

Kevin and Rick do look alike at first glance. But over the time, you say, "Oh, crap!"

Kevin, get off the TV already.

R-

Few Tidbits and QueerAsFolk!

Another Proof Of Xian Extremists: It happened in the heartland of America -- in Westmont, Illinois. The Xian Extremists do not kill, they torture by harassing others if they do not comply their wishes. Check this out for the proof.

A Soldier Wants To Beat Up On Coward GW Bush! This is interesting stuff. The question is, will this guy be charged for treason against the country for making a threat like that? Probably.

Queer As Folk No More: Several of my straight friends enjoyed watching the soap opera of Queer As Folk where we get to watch Pittsburgh's own Brian Kinney fucking everyone else out of their brains meanwhile we get to love Brian's best friend, Michael Novotny for his laid-back and dreamy attitude. Then we get to wish that our mothers are like Michael's mother, Debbie Novotny. And who does not have a feminine faggot to hound the gang well as can be like Emmett Honeycutt? Of course, there is always this wallpaper guy that feels inferior when he goes to gay bars/clubs in Ted Schmidt.

This drama for Cable TV on Showtime is largely successful. In fact, Showtime said that the ratings showed that the most viewers are heterosexual women who drooled after few characters on QAF. Of course, the heterosexual men who liked heterosexual women had to watch it and ended up being hooked to the drama on that show.

In fact, nearly all of my straight friends already saw at least ONE episode of QAF. I knew of a heterosexual man who purchased *all* seasons of QAF and is enthusiastic about getting the final season.

It was supposed to end after four seasons, but the show was so successful that they extended it for one more year as well as including Rosie O'Donnell to perform in the show.

Last Sunday marked the finale show of QAF on Showtime. Some said it was so-so finale. I'll wait for my heterosexual friend to get the finale season of QAF on DVD and start watching. Know why?

It seemed to me that QAF seems to have bad captions when it is on Showtime Channel, often comes up with jumbled words that I could not decipher. Maybe the Al-Qaeda folks has better way to decode the messages? I have no innovation to be patient with these jumbled captions at all. That's why I rather to wait for the complete sets of QAF DVD seasons.

What do I think of the show? In general, nothing that they did surprise me. What you saw on it, I already go through that. Some as a participant, some as a spectator. 'Nuff said. But they got great actors in Hal Sparks, Peter Paige, Robert Gant and Sharon Gless.

Hal Sparks played as Michael Novotny who is romantic hopeless and was swept by hot, charming man in Ben Bruckner played by Robert Gant. In real life, Hal Sparks is straight single man who could do such a steamy gay sex that I had to mind-control my cock to go down. Later, Hal said that his former girlfriend told him that it'd be hot to see him doing things with guys on television. Hal went ahead. The result is that the QAF has more female straight viewers than any groups!

Debbie Novotny, portrayed by Sharon Gless, is everybody's dream to have that kind of mother. A mother who can love, support and defend you for who you are, not what you are. And be proud of it. In fact, Deb reminded me of Ricky Dockter's mother. I was blunt with him that I was envious of him after seeing his mother on the stage, boasted about his son scoring not one but two ... needless to say, Ricky was all beet red.

Emmett Honeycutt, portrayed by Peter Paige, is the kind of guy that I enjoyed associating with. Why do you think I hang out with Manny, Merritt, Toby, Mikey, Erik to name few? Because they can snap at their will and everything that straight men fought to preserve simply disintegrated.

However, Peter and I once bumped into each other right outside of DC's 30 Degree/Cobalt during the Capital Pride about five years ago. What happened was that I was on AOL Pager arguing with Mikey and Toby, trying to find where they were at that time. Apparently, Paige was talking to someone from behind as he was getting off the stairway as I was trying to reach the stairs to enter the premise, it was a fateful collison. I was jolted by that -- Peter Paige started to say, "I'm sorry!" in voice. My eyes widened and I smiled, I gestured that I'm Deaf. Peter started to sign some words, "ME SORRY, ME NAME PETER."

Really cool to know that Peter Paige can sign some words!

I smiled, "EMMETT ON QAF?"

Peter smiled its famous one for me and nodded -- it was interesting to note that he lacked the gap in his teeth like it was showed on the QAF series. I told him that I do not watch it all the time but I enjoyed his works. Needless to say, my friends rushed outside to meet Peter Paige and took a picture -- I'm sure Toby has the copy of that somewhere else.

Perhaps the most enjoyable segment of all is Emmett's affair with the hunk who played a professional football team. Man, these fuck sessions are hot. You can see the picture of Emmett wearing red tank-top shirt with this hunk. This hunk is to die for.

Perhaps it was fate that I get to visit Toronto for the first time recently where the QAF for the last 5 years has been filmed. Yes, Toronto acted as Pittsburgh on QAF for the last 5 years, especially on Church Street. It was amusing when I walked around Church Street and Yonge Street, I smiled and recalled seeing this, that and there.

It was a good run and bravo to Showtime for doing the bold thing to show the QAF as is without restraint! Of course, some gays will complain that the series is nothing but stereotypical. But who gives a fuck? It is called "entertainment", for the love of God.

Cheers,

R-