Sunday, June 26, 2011

Debauchery of an Angel Bear

This weekend was gay pride and I had a fantastic time at the Pink Party in the Castro. Drove up there with one friend and my other cool friend let us crash at her pad. Throughout the week I was undecided on what to wear, or more specifically, I wasn't sure if I should be extra celebratory and wear my black angel wings. After hearing the news Friday night about New York's legalization of gay marriage I decided that I needed to up the ante in celebration, so black angel wings I wore, with my black bear paw t-shirt, grey shorts with little white skull & crossbones on it, and greyish white converse with painted skulls on them. Immediately upon arriving at Castro I knew that my decision to wear angel wings was a good one because I started getting compliments on them left and right, people stopping me to ask where I had bought them at (Hot Topic), people shouting from a few feet away "I love your wings!", etc. My friend and I hit the bars, which were crowded, but we managed to get a few drinks in, me sticking to my staple of PatrĂ³n tequila, either a straight-up shot or mixed in a margarita. Soon enough I was quite toasty and extra happy. Then the night began to blur, but I recall making out with a dude from Canada in one of the bars. Actually I recall my hands kinda wandered around and um.... explored, but he responded enthusiastically so I continued. I remember kissing a cute shirtless guy from Ohio outside while dancing to the techno music; I kept running my fingers through his chest hair and fondling his nipples. What can I say? I wanted to be a welcoming Californian! I remember dancing with a cute girl who was from the same area that I grew up in. I remember taking pictures of various wildly dressed people. I remember telling some dudes in a bar that my female friend's rack was nice and all-natural, I remember walking down the street to find a cab and hearing my name called and seeing a friend drive by in a car, waving hi to me. I remember telling the cab driver who drove my drunken ass to my friend's house that my wings couldn't fly me home because I had too much to drink. And most of all I just remember dancing, laughing, smiling and having a blast. I was feeling kinda off when I woke up this morning, and briefly considered attending the gay pride celebration after the parade, but my logical voice reminded me that I was 39 years old, hung over, and within a few hours my energy would deplete and i'd be hating life, wishing I was home in bed. So home I went, took a nap and now i'm beginning to feel half-normal again. But the debauchery was all worth it. Here's two pics of a cute twink dancing around in his underwear, shaking his cute butt. Happy Pride!

Thursday, June 2, 2011


I really hate flakes. Flakey people just annoy me. What I mean by flakes are people who go and cancel plans all the time, many times at the last minute, which is particularly annoying. Lately i've been bombarded by flakes. A few days ago I was supposed to meet up with an out-of-town acquaintance for some fun. He e-mailed me about 7:30am in the morning, letting me know he was in my town, and we exchanged a few e-mail arranging to meet up later. Well his idea of later turned out to be much, much later as the e-mail he was supposed to send me letting me know he was finnished with work and ready never came. I was tired so I went to bed at about 9:30pm. The next morning he e-mails me at about 6:30am, saying sorry for flaking last night but he worked much later and didn't get back to his hotel until almost midnight. Ya know, an earlier e-mail saying something like "hey man, i'm gonna have to work late, you still game or raincheck?" would've been nice. It only takes 30 seconds to send an e-mail or text message. In this day and age, when everyone and their mother owns a cell phone (or pocket computer as I like to call them), unless you're in the middle of performing a 5-hour brain surgery on someone or you're fighting off an army of hungry zombies, there is no excuse for not letting someone know you're going to be late! In his last e-mail he also asked me if I wanted to still get together with him that day. I responded to this e-mail by clicking the delete button and not responding. Screw him! If he can't show common courtesy and ettiquette then he deserves a rude, non-response.
Earlier today I was thinking about how it's gay pride month and how i'm looking forward to attending the Pink Party (or Pink Saturday) on pride weekend. For those who don't know it, it's the block party in the Castro (gay) district of San Francisco, the Saturday night before pride. Well today the friend that I was going with let's me know that she might be cancelling because she's not sure she's up for it. Long story short, she went and did something stupid this weekend (the story of her life), and now she's still feeling ill from it. Basically she's being a drama queen and milking the situation for all it's worth. This is the same person who's been making a big deal about how we HAVE TO GO to the pink party this year, OMG we so have to go, we'll get a hotel room and stay in the city for the weekend, it's gonna be awesome, yada yada yada! In fact, she's been saying that for the last few years, yet i've always found myself going with someone else. And that's EXACTLY what i'm going to do this year! I just know that about a week before she's suddenly going to change her mind and want to tag along. I look forward to telling her that it's not possible because i'm going with someone else and there's not enough room in the car, or at their place that i'm staying at, etc, etc. I'll be sure to send her pics and drunken texts from the party, rubbing it in her face just how much fun she's missing out on. I know that's bitchy and mean, but she does this shit all the time! I know that sometimes crap happens and you have to cancel things, but when you do it frequently it becomes less of a "crap happens" situation and only reveals that person to be flakey and unreliable, and who needs an unreliable person? Perhaps that makes me a bitch.... but I believe in giving back what you get. If you give me BS then that's exactly what you're going to get back from me. And I am way too old for games, drama and flakes. Well except for Frosted Flakes. Those are good! Haha!