Booze + Dishes = Bad

This is what happens when you let drunken friends balance a plate of food on their lap.

3 Things

Rant
This rant has to do with all the websites and blogs online where the owner is under the delusion that they're some high fashion consultant and feel the need to tell people how to dress, what to wear and not to wear. In particular, I find it annoying when people write blogs and articles complaining about men wearing flip-flops. Honestly, who really gives a fuck what a guy wears on his feet? I agree that it's not appropriate wear at the office, but other than that why is it such a big deal? I've read an alarming number of blogs and sites where people bitch and complain about something as insignificant as them seeing a guy wearing flip-flops with jeans at the local taco shack or coffee shop. I personally happen to find that many guys look hot with jeans and flip-flops anyway.  In the end who really gives a crap????

Halloween
Halloween weekend was pretty cool and mellow. I went out with some friends, did some drinking, did some dancing, went to a fun haunted house, and ate too much candy. One friend got way too drunk and made an ass of herself, embarrassing herself and everyone else that was around her (including some of her co-workers). Apparantly practicing restraint while drinking with co-workers is something that never occurred to her and now she's paranoid because they're all suddenly acting distant. Can we say DUH???? She's now on this "i'm going to monitor my drinking" kick but I know her well enough to know that this will last as long as a plate of tuna in front of a cat.

Advice
An out-of-state friend has been e-mailing me and telling me the details of some dude he's been messing around with. Apparantly this dude he's met is bisexual and doesn't have much experience with guys (or so he claims). But after receiving his first rimjob from my friend he wants to try more and wants my friend to be the 1st guy to pop his manhole. My friend is asking me for advice 'cause he's afraid he'll have performance issues. I told him not to sweat it and just enjoy it. I just find it amusing that i'm being asked for advice on something like this.

Things that I learned while on vacation in NYC

This last weekend I had a fantastic time in NYC visiting some friends. It couldn't have been better and turned out much better than what I had hoped for. I hadn't been back to NYC in about 6 or 7 years, so I took advantage of the opportunity when a friend invited me up there to visit her this summer. But anyways, here's a few things I learned while I was up there the last few days.

 

My friends truly do rock! - Yes I already know this, but it's nice to get repeated reminders of how awesome your friends are. From the friends who hosted me in NYC to seeing my other friend whom I hadn't seen in about 2 years, and my other friends who texted me and sent me e-mails, telling me how happy they were that I was having fun, the entire trip was an awesome reminder that I am truly blessed with some awesome, incredible people in my life!

 

My luggage choice rocked! - When I arrived at SFO to catch my flight to NYC a cute stewardess passed me by and complimented me on my luggage. It was a small, standard luggage except for the fact that the color/pattern was checkerboard rainbow colored. Here's a pic.

 

 

I wanted to get something that wasn't the standard black so that it would stand out amid the sea of black luggages. Looks like I did well judging by the many stares and smiles I got from people. They were either pleased with my choice or were laughing at how obvious it was that i'm a damn homo!

 

Sometimes love really does stink! - So Saturday night I stayed up until the sun came out with my gal pal whom I hadn't seen in 2 years. We got drunk at one gay bar (The Monster) where a piano player was belting out showtunes while a small crowd (myself included) sang along. We also hung out at The Stonewall Inn, where they were having a skintight contest upstairs that composed of dudes wearing very tight latex superhero outfits for a prize. Anyways, my cute friend immediately got the attention of some cute young dude, whom i'll call Gigan. When she introduced him to me he then introduced me to his friend, i'll call him Chameleking. Long story short, Gigan had the hots for my gal pal, who really wasn't interested in him, at least not in a romantic way. Gigan was trying to set me up with Chameleking, who it soon became obvious that he had the hots for Gigan. Gigan claimed to be straight and into girls, but at one point when I asked him what he liked he just kinda shrugged his shoulders. Then at one point Gigan went into the bathroom and Chameleking followed him. After a few minutes Gigan came out and he seemed to be kinda pushing Chameleking away, as if to say no. I assume that Chameleking tried to get romantic. At one point I was dancing and talking with Chameleking but I caught him looking at Gigan with these sad puppy dog eyes that made it obvious he was suffering from a serious "straight" boy crush. This made me feel sad for Chameleking as it was a reminder that, like the old 80's song so eloquently puts it, love stinks! Oh, and my gal pal was not really interested in Gigan because she was more into a cute Incan waiter that she saw at the other bar, who turned out to have a girlfriend.

 

New York has a LOT of hot men! - Not that this was a surprise. I would assume that in any big city there would be an abundance of very sexy, hot men. I guess I found myself overwhelmed by the amount of them, left and right, everywhere you looked. I found it very distracting to try and focus on the attractions that didn't involve a half dressed male hottie in summer attire.

 

Live theatre really is great! - It had been years since i've seen a live show, so I was very happy when my friend surprised me with tickets to see The Addams Family Musical, which starred Brooke Shields as Morticia and Roger Reese (of Cheers fame) as Gomez. The majority of the actors were fantastic, the young actress who played Wednesday had a fantastic voice, and the live sets were really impressive. I had a great time at the show and it was a nice reminder that I need to see more live theatre, it really is great!

 

Fear of flying? Just pop them pills! - There's a part of me that gets anxious when being on a plane. I blame my parents. They are paranoid worry-warts who raised me and my siblings to be afraid of everything. In fact I deliberately did NOT tell my mother I was flying to New York as she would just get paranoid and worry herself into hysteria with fear that her "baby" would perish in a horrible plane crash. I decided to counter this ridiculous anxiety of mine by popping as many sleeping pills/sedatives as I could. It kinda worked too. I didn't really sleep on my overnight flight, but I was so bombed that I found myself not really caring about anything while on the plane either. Thank God for Benadryl, Tylenol PM and Advil PM!

 

The city that never sleeps truly doesn't sleep - I was reminded things really don't close in NYC as I found my drunken ass riding the subway at 4am in the morning, back to Manhattan to crash at my friend's pad. There were so many people on the A train you would've thought it was the middle of the day and not the crack of dawn. I found myself amused as I stared at the passengers, including one very cute gay couple who were totally into each other.

 

It's actually not that difficult to find parking in NYC - My friends drove me around a lot, and I was shocked at how easily they found parking. I truly was expecting it to be the opposite, as I assumed that since parking is an elusive pain in the neck in San Francisco that it would be worse in NYC. Yet my friends easily found parking all parts of the city. My friend did warn me that it was important to pay attention to street signs so as to avoid being towed away.

 

It's not just my imagination or a local thing: I tend to attract coupled dudes - When standing outside the line to see Addams Family The Musical I noticed 2 groups of coupled bears that were next to me kept staring at me. I was wearing a tank top which allowed one to see my bear paw tattoo on my chest so at first I assumed that maybe they were just noticing that. Yet one couple in particular continued to stare at me, and each time I would nonchalantly glance in their direction I would catch them staring at me. Then the next night at the Monster bar there was another group of bears, and one of them who was clearly there with his man kept staring at me. Again I tried to brush it off and assume that maybe he was just noticing what I was wearing or something, but once again I continued to catch him staring at me. I just found it amusing that I tend to get noticed a lot by couples or 1 half of a couple, at least a lot more than I get noticed by apparantly single dudes.

 

 

I'm a city boy at heart - Some people eventually return to their hometowns as they get older or long for the peace and quiet of their hometowns. Fuck that! I grew up in a very small town in the Central Valley, basically in the middle of nowhere California, and the older I get the less longing I have to ever return to live in a small town. I absolutely love big cities, New York and San Francisco being my 2 absolute favorite cities i've ever visited. I was surprised to find myself saying yes when a few friends asked me if I could see myself living in NYC. I've always told myself that the extreme temperatures would keep me from ever living there, but as I get older I actually thing I could handle it. Of course the reality of actually having to venture out in sub zero temperatures in winter might quickly change my mind, but I find myself more open to the idea that I have been in the past. Not that I plan on moving out there, but it's now in the field of why not instead of no way.

An Observation On Sex And Friendship

A few weeks ago a Facebook friend updated his status, asking his friends to discuss sexual objectification in the gay community. It got me to thinking about how this has affected my life as a gay man. I don't have a lot of gay male friends, and the reason for this seems to be due to sex. It seems that if a guy is trying to get to know me then 9 times out of 10 it's only because he wants to sleep with me. And then, if a guy isn't interested in sleeping with me then he won't bother getting to know me. It's as though many times gay men only see each other as potential sex partners or boyfriends. Now I realize that men tend to be more sexual and i'm definitely not a prude when it comes to sex, but it would be nice to be able to have a friend whose penis hasn't been inside one of my orifices at one point in our friendship. Or to just be able to hang out with a dude knowing that he has no desire to get into my undies or for his main objective in going out with me one night isn't to end the night in my bed, naked and sweaty on top of me. Am I wrong for wanting to be seen as a cool, fun guy instead of just a vessel for you to stick your penis into? And I know that i'm a cool, fun guy because I have plenty of female and straight guy friends who seem to enjoy my company without us ever having gotten sexual. Why is it that most gay men have such a hard time with platonic friendships?

 

I admit that i've been guilty of it myself. But I think in my case i've adopted a "if you can't beat 'em, join em" mentality. I've gotten together with guys who I knew only wanted to sleep with me, figuring that I might as well get something out of it. Though it would be nice if guys could be more direct about it. If you want to sleep with me just say so. Don't give me this crap about wanting to go have a few drinks or "let's watch some dvd's at my place" when you really just want to get me out of my clothes and plow me. I've had guys who were upfront about wanting to have sex with me, and due to their honesty most of those guys got what they wanted. Told you I wasn't a prude! But I digress.....

 

Maybe I need to just change my way of thinking and accept that a sexual connection is still a valid connection. But there's still a small part of me that feels that perhaps we're missing out on opportunities to really get to know someone by choosing to think with our little heads instead of our big heads. I think about the platonic friendships I have and how rewarding and fullfilling they've been, and how they've lasted for years and many will probably last until the day I die. Then I think about the guys i've slept with and how most of those connections never really lasted or progressed any further than meeting up every so often for a mutual blowjob. Friendship and sex have never seemed to go hand in hand for me, so perhaps I need to accept that and keep them seperate. A friend is a friend, a trick is a trick, and like oil and water they shouldn't mix. So with that said, I have plans this upcoming weekend to do fun stuff with friends. Platonic friends. So with my friendship calendar full, who wants a no strings attached blowjob? Hahaha!

Sometimes your friends truly rock!

Sometimes you're reminded of why your friends are cool. I was supposed to go to a live show tonight to see Cut Copy, however, my body had different plans as I woke up with fever and chills, the result of some damn flu bug I must've caught. I tried to medicate myself but as the day progressed I wasn't feeling any better, so I chose not to go. The good thing is that they had changed the time of the show a few days ago so therefore, giving us the option of getting a refund, so I chose to do that. Also, I saw them back in 2009 at the Fillmore SF and they were amazing, one of the most energetic shows i've ever experienced. So I wasn't feeling too deprived, but still...

 

So then I was browsing on Facebook and noticed that one of my friends was at the show. I texted him and told him about my crappy luck. He ended up texting me several photos and video from the show. How cool is that?