I Need To Escape

I need to escape. To get away from the idiots that has sealed the fate for this country and for me as a person. I need to escape to a place like this.


Beneath the morning fog lies a town of Big Stone Gap

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To Lighten Up The Moods

I was reading my cousin's blog. Saw the picture of me as a kid with my Drandma.

Here is the picture.



The guys that does not have a t-shirt on are all girls. I, as a boy, was the only one who puts the t-shirt on. Interesting? Was that a clue to be gay? Perhaps. Not only that, I was VEE VEE at my cousin Mary, obviously.

This picture has my Drandma, Virginia with my great aunt, Mary's grandmother, also Mary. Both are sisters. My Drandma looks like Ronda Jo Miller, does she?
Mary and Virginia

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So The People Has Spoken

So the people has spoken. The election, perpetuated by the Republicans' rhetoric of hate, divisiveness and fear, has put us into quagmire for the next four years, and possibly the next 40 years.

Jeff and Amy Kurz, I certainly hope that either of your children will be gay so that you'll taste of your own medicine. Your comments about "the tribes has spoken" is childish and pitiful. I really hope that your kids will be gay so that they will come to their parents that they cannot get the equal rights because you voted for a guy and his group that waged the wars against gay people. If I was a lunatic born-again Christian, I would curse you to have a gay kid. But I do not do that, I just hope you will have them.

That goes the same for Jason Lamberton -- I hope someone in his family will be gay, preferrably that his kids are so that he'll see what I meant all along. Same goes for Elisa.

Since Bush is going to serve the next four years of corruptive, arrogant and disastrous policies, he surely will bring his right-wing, anti-gay judges to the Supreme Court to replace these four conservative judges. To me, that means what? My citizenship has been relegated to second-class citizenship.

For that, Amy, you are not my friend -- unlike you, I want to be independent and deserved the equal rights. Unlike you, I will not depend on 2-year old child to interpret for me. I will keep my head high and fight for my rights even if it seems to be hard and struggle because you people live in fear, doubt and divisiveness. Unlike you, you live off on your children and Jeff's supremacy to lead you around. To me, that is so you.

When Bush spoke for the unity in the name of our country, I laughed. He and his party already drove the wedge deeper than ever in the name of fear and hate that polarized and divided the country, it is mind-boggling for anyone to put the elections behind and say, "Let's unite!"

Well, fuck you.

You do not do that to your friends or families like that. Millions of people were hurt by the vileful comments by false comments like, "Bibles will be banned, but gay marriages will be allowed" booklets. You cannot be my friend if you polarized and divided people based on gay stuff then tell me, "good game". You do not do that. It is beyond despicable actions that I cannot approve of.

I cannot tolerate or forgive people who do that. People who do that is not my real friend. They deserved to be shot.

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A Moment of Lightning Strike with Nanc

This happened four years ago. Based on a true story. Not even that $1.29 slut also known as Lair Bitch can deny this at all.

"Meet me at Benson Hall Circle so I can give you my car keys for you to take it to the courthouse in Baltimore, ok?" Jake insisted, then added: "If I'm not there by 9 PM at BHC, please come to my apartment. Someone will let you in and come to my bedroom, I probably will be sleeping or something like that, ok?"

I nodded and thanked him.

Later on that evening, I waited. Waited. And waited.

I gave up and got in touch with Nanc and asked her to take me to Jake's apartment. She said she was in the area and will take me for the ride. I was grateful of her. I always loved her company. Her wisdom with life is beyond us all. Trust me.

Then I came to Jake's apartment, being naive. After what I encountered inside the apartment shook me up and left me speechless. As I walked out of the apartment, visibly shaken by what I had witnessed. Nanc saw my facial expressions. I could not utter a word or two.

Being an Irish woman, Nanc smiled and said, "You caught Jake in bed with another woman!"

I nodded and said, "How do you know?"

Nanc said, "Come on! I'm old enough to know what is going on -- your face says it all. Damn, men are just like that. C'mon, let's go to the bar and have a drink on me."

Off to the bar, we drank and talked about the situation that I walked in. Nanc's wisdom and perspectives on life soothed my shock, frustration, anger and resentment at that particular evening. It was unexpected thing to bust someone else, especially to know that my close friend was cheating on my best friend with that $1.29 slut-soon-to-leave-her-boobs-sagging-on-the-floor.

It was not the Election 2000 that shook me up, it was Jake-$1.29 Slut fiasco that pretty shook me up for a long time. Needless to say, Jake has been dead for the last two years. Even after the 2000 fiasco, Jake and I talked occasionally. But nothing was the same afterwards between me and the Lair Bitch. I cannot forgive her for what she did to me during his death. What she did was inappropriate in comparison with my nicknames for her. So I have no regrets in stamping the $1.29 Slut and the Lair Bitch on her, permanently.

Good riddance, Lair Bitch. And you will be always the $1.29 Slut and the Lair Bitch!!

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Tensions, Tensions and The World

Tonight, I walked to a local restaurant where Chris worked to take a chicken soup because my body is aching like Hell. Chris never ceased to flirt me from the first time I entered the premise. Today, when I tipped him for his goofy service, he told me to put the dollar in his groin -- he said to pull his pants open and slid it in.

And I did.

Then I walked back to the office, I observed the faces of people walking past me -- I can see the tensions on their faces. This election is burning up in their faces. Reminded me of a quote I saw somewhere before, "Be careful with the match in the dark because you might lit an inferno!"

I understand that the world is also riveted by the United States election -- in the age of globalization -- billions of people across the world will be affected by the election in this country. A guy in Dubai, United Arab Emirates bemoaned that the American policies affected him, therefore he should have the right to vote as well. Same thing goes for a guy in Rome, Italy who said he feels that since the result affected him in many ways, he should have the right to vote. If the world participated, Bush would lose badly.

I'm going to watch the television and nurse my damned sore throat. If Bush wins, the saga continues. If Kerry wins, the nation is free of its tyrannical regime.

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I Voted and I Wanted The Jockstrap!

I voted.

I was surprised to read an article that it is possible Yasser Arafat's illness was the AIDS virus. The article also mentioned that he was involved in orgies with his bodyguards in Romania. Wow.

On another subject ... I gotta confess something.

Once upon a time as a teenager, my father told me that I have to protect my "penis" with a jockstrap whenever I played the sports. I despised the empty feeling of my ass when I put the basketball shorts on. And I despised the straps right below the ass -- when you run up and down the court, it rolls into very uncomfortable position where you'd have to pluck ur shorts trying to unroll it. That was very embarassing for self-conscious teenager, trying to play the game on the court in front of some crowds and be discreet enough not to get a snicker out of the crowds when I pulled the strap to unroll. But that was then.

This is now. These days, I seemed to stumble on lots of men wearing jockstraps. I saw some at some bars, clubs, magazines and movies ... oh, yeah, some porn stuff. For some reasons, the jockstraps are starting to turn me on. It is easy to bam from behind and be done with it. I started to see the erotic part of jockstraps that I never had during my youth -- I guess that has to be good.

Now I want to buy one -- but not at this moment, I want to lose some pounds first then "jockstrap" on myself somehow to see if I like it or not. Yeah, that is the plan.

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A Timeout With A Joke

This is too good to pass it up -- it made me laugh.

Even Lambykins cannot deny that he will grin after reading this -- but I doubt Elisa would. Who cares, though!

Check this at Mary's Blog. Thanks, Cousin Mary.

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