Tuesday, May 14, 2002

Whew....the stress level in this office today makes a NASA launch seem as simple as undoing my trousers to launch my own rocket and think of Shwish

Crap - felling like i'm getting smacked by a thousand red, rubber dodge balls at once...trying hard to stand my ground. I hate when office "situations" occur and then everyone has to run their background checks to figure who fucked up...tiring to say the least.

As pop becomes less and less inspired (and inspiring) it's good to know Saint Etienne are still there, still as fresh, vibrant and exciting as ever.



On other plains I think I may have some sort of nostalgia disorder...I'm currently in heavy rotation of the best of albums of Saint Etienne, Prefab Sprout and The Beautiful South , I mean I know the kids are still making new music out there so is there soemthing wrong with me for not listening to it ??

My head hurts....

Saturday, May 11, 2002

..had lunch with Chris today - followed by a need to stroke my own cock - um, I mean - SHIT CHRIS ROCKS!!!

uh Hey sexy muther-fuker....will you take a ride in my BMW - boy ????

Thursday, May 09, 2002

I spend numerous hours a night just thinking - not brilliant thoughts, great poetic verses or concept-shattering,algorithms - just stream-of-conciousness ramblings, concerns, worries, anxieties, aspirations, desires, fantasies, reveries...these moments of thought, seem more like a great (ok - not so great - but usable) piece of machinery from the 1940's Industrial Propoganda adverts - all cogs, whistles and noisy, black parts - processing widgets. I get lost watching the widgets be pressed and shaped (designed in an irregular pattern to match their creator) and racing down the conveyor - my boyfriend frustrated stands on the sideline calling out to me "Dinners Ready", "Did you feed the dog?", "Can we have sex?" - and I just don't hear him, I forget where I am in a book, I miss half of the episode of 'Will and Grace" (...why is Karen dressed up as a magicians helper anyway??) and invariably I piss off my boyfriend. And in the end the widgets get spit down different tubes and those tubes turned out to be mismarked - "Cairo??? That part was going to Toledo?" - and I lose track of even why I was thinking this hard in the first place. Sometimes this aspect - this part of me - frustrates me (and others), sometimes it soothes me, sometimes it frightens me and sometimes...

What?? I don't know ? What was I saying anyway......

Tuesday, May 07, 2002

...well, went to "LA" over the weekend - that drive is killer at 5 hrs each way (if you dont get lost once in Los Angeles - which I did)...we did have a wonderful time seeing Patrick (why is it best friends never seem to live in the same city - is this secretly how you manage to stay best friends ?) - I would say the best parts of the weekend were hanging at the Abbey enjoying lunch, beer and friendship on Saturday afternoon and chilling at Here that evening (what a freak show - a very pretty "look at me I'm pretending to be rich, hung and powerful - and may be one or all of the above" - freak show, but a freak show none the less.)

People in LA are without a doubt the most unapproachable in the continental United States (comparing to say SFO, Chicago, Seattle, San Diego, New York and Phoenix - I haven't been to Atlanta or New Orleans yet - HINT, HINT!), not venting here but really, whats with all the chips on the shoulders and one-ups-man-SHIT. The bartender at the Abbey who really was so soothing to the eyes and at first seemed a twirling blend of apathy, disdain and charm - immediately said "Your not a LA boy are you?!", when I told him my boyfriend and I were from elsewhere he offered the Northern Midwest - "We just seemed more like those type of guys", still not sure if I was being complimented or not. Must be a "LA" thing.

Anyway here are me and my best buddies (my boyfriend and Patrick):

Friday, May 03, 2002

...since allergies seem to be crushing my head and the social schedule is flexing it's muscle and since the pooch is Irish again (uh, regular - ya know what I mean - PS thanks for the advice Jockhomo ) I'm afraid I don't have much blogging time....going to RENT tonight (ok, I know it's been around forever and I should just running around screamming "ooooooh - I looooooved 'CATS') but we don't do theater much and we're trying to turn over a new leaf - sooooo anyway I got us good seats, we're going on a date - nuf said. Then off to 'LA' (hey - THEY call it that not me) for a quick weekend road trip - maybe I'll catch site of this sweet boy

...and still running late in my updates of frivilous events with dynamic friends - here are pics from AZ Gay Pride 2002:



who says we can't be attracted to woman??
Doug, Lucky & Gordon
Lucky, Curt & Noah - uh, penis check hon?
Me & Lucky
Doug, Mike, Curt, Brooks, Noah, Scott & Lucky (on the ground)

Thursday, May 02, 2002

...crazy week...hellish business trip to Los Angeles and no fun, hopefully back there this weekend for a road trip but the dog (poor BABY) has been sick - shit everywhere and I mean everywhere. Parvo test came back negative - thank god since it turns out our pet insurance was bunk and they weren't underwritten to cover us in AZ - what bullshit (we would have ended up paying upwards of $400 smackers a day for her care for close to seven days)...of course we're still a little baffled what it was allergies? flu? parasite? DT's ?? not sure.
...anyway I'm among the living...be good.

Thursday, April 25, 2002

...uh, never mind...much better now....

Wednesday, April 24, 2002

....ok there...shit...high as a kite am I.....dude...I am..the boy is asleep, the Baby is asleep and me - well - shit - keep that fucking bullet out of my nose.

it is soooooo weird to troll the blogs high......

I miss Charlie, I hope your doing welll.....

spiral.hole.kitty.dig.complete.

Tuesday, April 23, 2002

Happy-Happy, Joy-Joy ....I finally have my USB cable back and I am now trying to catch up on three events worth of pictures. So anyway while I'm trying to be a dutiful buddy and get them off to my friends, I thought I would throw up a few from the White Party (and YES sooner or later we did leave the hotel room - FUN-FUN)


Me and my boyI was just LOVING my cowboy hat - YeeHa

Salute us bitchall decked out

Saturday, April 20, 2002

inspired by mobile homes, country music and a taste for the deep-fried, I bring you last nights
WHITE TRASH DINNER MENU
2 bags of Totino's Pizza Rolls
1 bag of Mozzarella Sticks
1 box of 1 million Deep-Fried Ravioli (I exaggerated, maybe it was less than a box)
1 bottle of Moet & Chandon White Star
and some salad (there had to be something natural to tease the digestive tract with)

Lucky and I bought, baked, ate then stared with complete revulsion at this unbelievable cuisine, though tempted to wear Daisy Dukes to dinner I resisted. Then we settled in for David Lynch's "Mulholland Drive" in "kitty-vision" (which I swear actually made more sense from a plot standpoint this time though I still see three-to-four different themes criss-crossing the picture).

...and I must ask, am I the only guy alive who wishes he could tivo every episode of "Mystery Science Theater 2000" ??? (and I don't even have Tivo).

Friday, April 19, 2002

oh John
I haven't slept with any of the same people (YET), I was just illustrating the point that if we all wrote down every name of every person we knew in every state, we would have ended up having
slept with,
fought with,
broken up with,
fallen in love with,
had a good time with,
gone to school with,
danced at a party with,
..... I know your all getting the point....
at least one of them.

It's that whole Six Degrees of Seperation thing (but tighter - though doesn't Stockard Channing rock to some sort of infinite power)....and NO for the love of GOD - let's not have a meme about posting the names of every person we know in every state, etc. - we'll play this game hypothetically.

On a more (or less) interesting note, besides just charming the pants off of me during our email dialogue of the other day Mr. Brown and I came up with an interesting idea for a competitor to the secondary love of my life's "Swishy" and Max's well received "Burn, Baby, Burn" CD deal.

Ready:


Dirty OR Clean


Oh, come on nowwwwwwww....you know your so curious! We create lists of bloggers who will send each other their new or used boxers/briefs/banana hammocks/jocks/panties/etc, all for the perverse amusement and pleasure of another blogger.... BJ - I know you'll be down with this idea.

What, huh ???
How can you SAY that, this idea is ahead of it TIME, Brilliant I say - BRILLIANT!!!!!
Your just being judgemental and cruel - TERRIBLY CRUEL!
What????
Oh yeah well I guess the dirty underwear part IS kinda sick - that was Johns doing .

Have a great weekend!

Thursday, April 18, 2002

A One Act Play by HCL:


(The Scene): A innocent looking coffee-house close to the college campus, young, attractive bohemians milling about, laughing, debating and enjoying the warm, spring night.

(The Time): The not so distant past (last night in fact)

(The Characters):

Teel : Seemingly new to the ways of the world, but suspiciously satisfied with the taste of ANYTHING deep-fried in a vat of oil.

Encorswish - Somehow sweet and jaded, kind but cruel, alluring but disturbing all at the same time, he fixes his steely eyes upon you in a gaze that says "I have lint in my belly-button", seducatively he draws on his cigarette and huffs "I DONT NEED no stinkin man!"

HCL - The Dawg, dangerous and horny, sniffing legs and butts...his whimper a casual impulse, his bite - more often more than he can chew.

(The Music): Circa 1978 ' blaring "Deep Throat" (Bum-ding-a-Ching-CHING)

(Action!)

encorswish: "Dude, (smoke, draw, puff)...uh why are you sniffing my ass?"

teel: "Hey Chris - this, is uh, making me a little nervous - do you think he can put his pants back on ?"

hcl: "Ruff-Ruff!"

teel "Chris he's humping my leg - for the LOVE OF GOD make HIM SToooooooooooop!"

encorswish: (Now reclining nude - think "Bodecelli") "Better you than me kid"

hcl: (slurping noises too disgusting to imagine)

teel: "Ple-ase- Chris d-ont let meeee go this waaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy......."
(An errie silence envelops the stage)

encorswish: "well another one bites the dust"

hcl: (smiling, deliriously happy) "I love Rim-O-Rama night at the coffeehouse"


(Curtain Falls)


Hey boys had a really fun time bullshitting with ya last night - thanks for the rim job.

(EDITORS NOTE: No bloggers were harmed in the production of this National Public Radio special event, we now return you to "Talk of the Tongue" with Diane Reems)

Wednesday, April 17, 2002

Things I could talk about (sung to the strains of Ms. Bonnie Tyler’s “Total Eclipse of the Heart” – uh, not really, but I mean if you really want to and can figure out how – well, hey, go for it ….damn - your good.) :

  • What a fantastic time we had with our absolutely adorable and appreciative houseguests from San Diego over Pride weekend.
  • The unbelievable heat (high 90’s) this weekend which made our absolutely adorable houseguests a bit queasy (Ok – one threw up) and a little cranky at moments.
  • A wonderful Pride breakfast where I wowed everyone with the best Bloody Mary’s on this earth (I stir them with something special), then many beers at Pride Fest, then back to house to swim – drink more beer, eat pizza, then Mr. Presta’s AMAZING - fermented for 12 hours - Sangria in the pool with an unsuspecting straight couple and 10 fags, more bloody mary’s, sangria, beer, naps, then dinner at My Florist, lots of wine, a little fight with the boyfriend (white liquor makes us both feisty and irish), the Amsterdam for Martini’s, Mandarin and Tonics and Rasberry Ale, then Warren Gluck (at the space formerly known as Crowbar – now DWNTWN) and more beer, a lot of chance meetings from my dating/hook-up past and then two really, really abnormally large horsepills disguised as X (or was it the other way around)....
  • Naseau, not a little, A LOT, an unbelievable nerve-racking amount of naseau that started around 4am on Saturday and lasted all day on Sunday forcing me to no-show Roland Belmares Tea Dance put on by Ms. Noah Williams and Friends. Sorry - buddy.
  • Laying in the fetal position thinking “WOW – X-Files really sucks ass now” and wondering how to raise my head to eat a Zesta saltine, while my loving boyfriend made me soup and pet my head.
  • Our adorable dog BABY who wowed everyone with what a sweet, well-behaved lover she was…I searched all guest bags on the way out to make sure she hadn’t been confiscated.
  • A nightmarish time working through 1099R's and other forms - using shitty HR Block online which subsequently screwed up and sent my taxes on the 16th - uh, anyone know anything about tax penalties for filing late ?? (Amount the IRS buttfucked me for - without a gentlemens reach-around - $1200)
  • Needing a rest from it all for awhile – butching it up this weekend and taking my boy, my dad and my dads best friend to see the Diamondbacks play this Sunday (seats – Black-Tie, behind home plate : My DAD is gonna shit)
  • Having coffee and a rim job (don't pretend that's not what your after) with arizona's most alluring blogger and some MYSTERY blogger tonight - do I smell hot 3 way (Rim Jobs for EVERYONE - Horray!!!!) ???

Friday, April 12, 2002

WARNING: this one's site always makes you really friggin horny - which sucks when your trapped behind the desk and can't do shit about it.

Have a great weekend everyone.

Thursday, April 11, 2002

chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp, chew, chew......
Another stirring sports controversy has captured the attention of my state and many others

SPIT


Arizona Gay Pride is this saturday so we have 4 wonderful house guests galor from both San Diego and Denver. Should be a good - and exhausting weekend - coming up with little gifts for the guests and a Bloody Mary Breakfast on Saturday before the Parade should get everyone started off on a lively foot.

Tuesday, April 09, 2002

hmmmmm...seems I've been "bitch-slapped" ....Joe - Buddy - I think you took the materialistic references to objects in my blog a little to seriously, but your point is appreciated - god knows someone needs to try and keep me in check *grins*. Please understand if you've read me long enough, I'm a lower middle-class kid, who put himself through college, whose parents have never bought him a car (and how I always envied my friends who just got handed the keys to the BMWer and then complained about how distant Mummy and Daddy were to them. I EARNED that lake-side apartment and SUV through straight A's in college despite waiting tables til midnight and then getting up early to work as a grunt on a landscaping crew, I cater-waitered, ran errands, did side projects, and took out a lot of student loans...I even posed in the raw for a national magazine when all my funds ran out - and ensued the embarrassment and slings and arrows of that decision. All of this to have these things (meaningless in the greater persepective of the love for my boyfriend, my friends, my family, my dog) pulled out of my hands after only having them for 11 months - because the very wealthy owners of my agency wanted to STAY wealthy - and rolling over my carcass and putting me on unemployment meant nothing to them. NO not all Fags are rich, but some work their asses off for 32 years working everyday for a minimum of 40 hours since the first day they could, trying to never take the easy way out, trying to make everyday a hard day worked and maybe, luckily in the end of it all ending up not rich, but pretty well off - but RICH in spirit and integrity YET STILL WEALTHY in friends and in hope.
'nuf said.

Friday, April 05, 2002

wow - BLURRRRRRRRRRR - where the heck did the rest of the week go. Lord knows my ass never saw the gym. I worked my butt of this week, and let me tell you - when my boss handed me that bonus check yesterday I went and sat in my car (my piece of shit Toyota which is sooooooooooo on it's way out the door after seeing THAT bonus check - BMW baby!) , I called my Mom and told her I had gotten it and I just started sobbing...I was so embarrassed I had to get off the phone and fast. I felt like the whole shitty year was whacking me in the back of the head. All the rejections, all the false leads, all the god-damn cover letters and resumes, giving up my adorable lake-side apartment, giving up my SUV, giving up all the friends I had to work so hard to make and were so easy to maintain, coming back to Arizona like a wounded dog with his tail between his legs, the thousand questions: "Found a job yet??", "Are you looking EVERYWHERE?", "Are you sure your not being to picky?", the fake-sympathy-smiles from my bosses as I was escorted out of the agency the day I was laid-off, all the doubters among me wondering (was it maybe somehow my fault I had been laid off??), the months of scraping by, the self-doubt, the self-loathing, the embarrassment, the humility, canceling parties, avoiding calls, laying low and now finally THIS.

FUCK THE MOTHER FUCKING CORPORATE SACK OF SHITS WHO THOUGHT THEY BROKE MY SPIRIT, FUCK THEIR BULLSHIT PRAISE AND SMALL MINDS!!!!!I

I took a risk, I choose the path not ventured (at least for me) and I'm loving it, I'm free and I'm gonna make more money then I have ever, ever made in my life.

Damn - if I could even explain how good this feels. *grins*

Wednesday, April 03, 2002

ok - yeah, I'm back - what a roller-coaster ride...so, so much fun, but admittedly by the end I was sick of dancing, sick of not sleeping, sick of people groping, bumping, knocking into me, asking for a bump, asking for a drink, asking for a hit, but never returning the favor...sick of having tons of people streaming in and out of the hotel room like it was a dorm, finding strangers (COMPLETE - How the fuck did YOU get in here - STRANGERS) crashed on our floor, and well, so many stories - some completely outlandish criticisms on the human condition and how some people weren't raised in a barn - but a Crack House.

But Lucky and I always come back more together, more a cohesive unit, more in love and more sure that we are lucky to be a couple and not relishing the wildness (well we were pretty wild ourselves) of our single friends. Lots of private jokes and private memories, and this year one other thing - something special, a first - that brought us even closer together than I ever thought we good be.

And there are pictures and they will be aired like dirty, dirty laundry - but for now it's the end of the quarter - I want a BIG BIG bonus, so much to do, much to do.

Tuesday, March 26, 2002

Even Good Bunnies Party.....so it begins, scrambling to finish A/R, A/P reports for work, last minute double-duty efforts at the gym, frantic orders placed for, um, supplies, the bevy of "Hey can we crash in your room for just the night", "Hey what hotel are you at?" "What are you wearing to the Military/Afterhours/Pool/White/Afterhours/Pool/Sunset Tea/Closing/Party?", "Hey are you by the pool - can you get us in for the pool parties", "Do I look fat in this bathing suit - WHY YES, YES YOU DO"...

I'm smart enough to see through all the crap, this is big boy popularity camp, grown men - professionals of all walks - converging for a weekend to oogle, cruise, drink, party, dance, sun, hook-up, make friends, laugh, share, make memories - it's not earth-shattering, it's not for the betterment of all mankind, but shit - its a lot of crazy fun - and if you didn't know it, I've had some real shit thrown my way this year and I plan to dance and have fun til all that crap sweats out of my pores, all that hurt rolls off of my back and that smile spreads so far accross my face it gets lost somewhere behind my ears....

I'm tan, buff, fresh new barber cut (though I'll go in for one more #1 before Friday morning)...physically I look pretty good - more meat in the waist then I would hope, but at 172lbs (as of this morning) I've put on muscle and seen a slight decrease in belly jelly.

I'll be high on life, friends and stuff you pay for come Fri-Sat-Sun-Monday - so I wish you all well this Easter Weekend.

Til then: Palm Springs, baby, Palm-fucking-SPRINGS.

Friday, March 22, 2002

Thursday, March 21, 2002

From Free Will Astrology :

LEO (July 23-Aug 22)


Week of March 21, 2002


I think you should be removed from civilized society for a while. You've gotten too tame; you've been hypnotized by the conventional wisdom. If I had my way, you'd be temporarily relocated to your very own wild kingdom. Picture a thousand acres of natural beauty where you'd be excused from all the artificial rhythms and soul-sucking customs you have become far too accustomed to. Imagine what it might be like to let the animal within you run around and play. I'm reminded of a phrase by Jungian storyteller Clarissa Pinkola Estes: "homesick for wild knowing." That's what you are, Leo.


Weird - I dreamt the other night I had become "boring". not invisible. not dying. not The King of Spain, but just "boring". In the dream I was in a bathhouse/bookstore type environment (ok - I truly SWEAR my entire life hasn't been some 'Letter to Fag Penthouse' though it may seem that way) and this boy was trying to coax me into a stall where in turn another boy in the adjoining stall - seen through a glory hole - was waving his solid 10 inch cock and trying to get us to both partake. In lieu of my standard uniform of tight-insert clever, ambigiously gay, sexual slogan here- tshirt, snug, worn jeans and heavy - kick some ass - shoes, I was dressed Preppy, very Preppy (think 'Sixteen Candles' - I AM THE KING OF THE GEEKS! thank you very much) and well, I just kept walking. I came back once and peeked and remembered just feeling bored.
And well then the alarm went off and I woke up.


Do you just wake up one day and you've become boring??

Tuesday, March 19, 2002

There I sat last night - feeling the itch to Blog - to share, to unburden my weary soul - and just watched that damn evil-eye "OH YES, YES we're watching you" AOL Icon spin deliriously in circles - wink-wave-wink-wave, and then time-out....really do all Bloggers log on at 9pm (MST) just to ruin things for me and my pathetic 56k modem ?


And then suddenly the man who has kidnapped my husband and has the libido of a 19 year old Morman on his first mission (riding their bikes isn't the only thing they ride on those 2 year trips of spreading Mr. Smith's love - Gods little SUNBEAM my ass - horny little bastards) demanded sex...crap sex on a Monday Night - a MONDAY night for Christ Sake - I felt like I was in a porno - AND I LIKED IT! Thank god I convinced the captain of the rocket ship that this mission was for the good of mankind (considering well - his "attitude" of late), but man the mission was a complete success, NASA called in to congratulate and the alien residing in my boyfriend wants a rematch tonight.


Oh to be young again.

PS - Noah if you friggin bring this post up at the gym in front of said husband - I will never get laid again ! Shhhhhhhhhhh........


PSS - Have I mentioned how much I missed you

Friday, March 15, 2002

Ok...I haven't even begun to read all the other Bloggers takes on the Diane Sawyer interview with Rosie last night so my jist of it is as untainted and as personal at this point as it's gonna be.


Maybe I'm just a sucker, but at several points during the two-hour broadcast I just wanted to cry - especially during any of the interviews with the Lofton Family and their kids.


My mother was an orphan - beyond the proverbial baby in the basket - she "literally" was the baby in the basket (along with a paternal twin sister who she was immediately seperated from and did not meet again til her early 20's) left at the door of an orphanage in Washington state. My mother was a byproduct of the foster care system of the 40s and the 50s, passed from home to home. Some nice, some abusive, some just cold. She a beautiful (literally - this woman was a HOTTIE), talented, intelligent, good-natured and kind young lady was - never adopted, never someones daughter, someones sister - she was denied that love and I can still see to this day - in her words and her actions - how it haunts her.


When representative Ball from Florida spoke - it was not only infuriating, not only ridiculous, but absolutely depressing. This man doesn't strike me as stupid, that's the depressing part (I have always naively believed that intelligent people are able to see the Right Wing Bullshit Rhetoric for what it is - HATE) - but foolish - so mired down in conservative, black-and-white, rules are rules, let me use religion as my crutch for having no real opinions of my own. Even conceding that what the Lofton's had done was "commendable", but still wanting to wash those actions clean for the sake of his rules and his horrifyingly stereotypical description of what a Mother & Father are like and represent that would have sent any Woman Rights follower looking for a gun.


I am NOT a role model for gays. Yes I have a great job, I'm funny, I'm educated, play well with others, fall into that so-called and poorly described "straight-acting" category...but lets face it, I hit the GENRE statistic - I've slept around, I use drugs for recreation, I attend circuit parties, I've played in the bath houses and the bookstores - this does not change the fact that I still think I'm a HELLUVA guy to know - but I'm no role model.


I want kids, but NOT yet, I spent my early years a very serious young man trying to be a gay man my family and friends would be proud of, then I traveled and learned about life outside the US, then I went to college late, and now SLOWLY I am settling down. I have found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, we have gotten a dog, we are looking for a home to call OURS.


But as of right now - I AM THE TYPE OF FAG THAT THE CHRISTIAN COALITION IS AFRAID WILL BUTTFUCK THEIR SONS STRAIGHT TO HELL.


But there are so many of you out there who aren't - I think of Aaron and of Beau. These guys seem like they would make AMAZING fathers.


And you know one day I'll leave my selfish phase and I'll want to hear that pitter-patter of a little boy or girl, to teach them how to draw, make up songs, play in the grass, get dirty...

and I just want to know that when I get there...

that I can.

Wednesday, March 13, 2002

 


I had a HUGE treat last night when my best friend since college - Victoria - made a surprise visit to Phoenix from La Jolla. LOTS of wine, our FAVORITE restaurant and our FAVORITE men made it really easy to ignore how shitty the waiter was and how expensive the check was.

Tuesday, March 12, 2002

At first it was a strange warm feeling stirring inside my stomach - DAMN is that the Chili from last night ??, but then the sensation washed over me all warm and fuzzy (no I wasn't on X, that was Saturday night - BYE-BYE CroBar - SING IT! another bar bites the dust, and another one does, and another one does, another bar bites the dust HEY! ) - I felt it creep through my Big Star Jeans - filling my new - really awesome Steve Hammond brown suede, green leather, bowling striped sneakers and then zinging straight through every available blood vessel like a starship rocketing to my heart. Awesome amounts of blood pumping - nearly causing a cardiovascular overload I haven't experienced since I watched all Real World Seattle episodes back-to-back on a marathon weekend (SLAP that SICK bitch you CLOSET HOMO!)....

I have arrived....
I am a flutter...
I AM ON HIS FAVORITES LIST
hmmmm....the interesting referral/key word search phrase of the day seems to be:

FURRY PORN

Now one would normally think that this would be an immediate link to, well, you know who...but it just left me thinking how many other possible - alternative - sites it could pull up, suddenly I'm picturing naked bunnies, smoking cigs, wearing harnesses - seductively daring you to "Fuck Like A Rabbit", Overstuffed Teddy Bears forced into unnatural positions against the better grace of God, FAO Schwartz and natural fiber and worst of all - Ziefried & Roy wearing diamond studded-cock rings, purring and lisping sexual innuendo to a frightened, caged cheetah while prancing around in white, mink coats.

...I guess I now know why my mother also said an overactive imagination is a very bad thing indeed.

Friday, March 08, 2002

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Thursday, March 07, 2002

ok - it is quit possible I am a dipshit - why oh why are only my archives since 2002 not working ?

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I haven't changed the formatting of my links, 'cept 2001 to 2002....Ok this is everyones chance to show me how dense I am - all slams will be responded to.

BABY: Look in to my eyes, you are getting sleepy - bring me a biscuit, NO, bring me TWO biscuits, get on all fours - good human

Wednesday, March 06, 2002

Leo Horoscope for Today: March 6th, 2002

"Celebrate your special contributions rather than be ashamed of them. What you hold in your hand is really quite special, and shows a side of you that reveals not only your taste, but your complexity. Quit thinking that you don't deserve the joy that is coming your way. The more willing you are to appreciate your uniqueness, the more you can appreciate others. "

Not sure why I find this soooo funny, but I read it after my last post and well, it kinda rubbed me the right way - no pun intended (well - I mean - not completely).
...distracted....

sometimes, the WORLD OF THE BLOG (sounds so ominious - like the idea of Jerry Springer doing a nude scene) is just distracting. Like an itch I promise myself I'm just gonna scratch briefly and then every few seconds I'm scratching at it til I can't remember where the particular itch began and the scratching ended...I used to be this way about jerking off - yes Choire, many, many kittens have died at my proverbial hands - I would be languishing around bored - or home from a drunken night on the town - and I would pop-in a Falcon/Colt/HotHouse/Buckshot porn and start choking Mr. Happy. The itch that just couldn't be scratched enough. I would crawl into bed, or go about my errands, or whatever fit the scenario and then maybe 10 minutes, maybe and hour, I would be yanking my pants down and massaging my member again - lube in one hand, poppers in the other (oh how RETRO!) ...

besides the fact I'm a deviant - why am I writing about this ? because I haven't been feeling the itch much for a couple of months now - almost could care less - and it's spreading .... am I denying the existance of a massive depression hiding inside my button-fly 501's, did I turn some weird sexual corner and not even notice, would I rather have a bumper up my nose and float in the clouds ? a couple of months ago I was "SUPER-CHARGED" - the Energizer Bunny wrote me fan letters, GM wanted to stick me inside their engine (actually that sounds kinda sexy) and my boyfriend never looked at me funny.

The Rocket still lifts off strong and solid, still can shoot to the stars and beyond - but suddenly the pilot just doesn't even feel like flipping on the controls, hitting the propolsion and venturing out in to outer space...

What gives Super Friends ???

Sunday, March 03, 2002

...my roomate pointed out to me this morning that he (and the trick he brought home last night) found great humor to come home last night at midnight (he was working overtime to have a trick that "early" - just kidding) to find me and Baby curled up watching "Texas Chainsaw Massacre II" by ourselves. Ok - bestow me the honor - "Worst Waste of a Saturday Night" but honestly after an afternoon of Margarita's at Hamburger Mary's, Fresh Baked Kitty at Noahs and then this DREADFUL movie...I wanted me/down time - no matter how it was spent.

The world axis now tilts towards Swiss Cheese.

Probably the most easily, enjoyable part of my weekend actually was hanging with you - buddy.
BTW - check out Scott at Sardonic-Bomb...you gotta love a guy who has a site section titled "PIGGY".

Friday, March 01, 2002

hmmmm - can't seem to remember where I placed that porn    Just a slightly beefcake-ish shot in case my boyfriend is reading while he's 3000 miles away.

   I miss you, babe....
    whoops...



uh ....not sure how this cutie showed up on my referral log - but I think I might have a bit of a crush on him ;)
Don't worry boyfriend - your safe - he'll just think (at 32) that I'm a dirty old man *grins*
embarrasingly nice web design and an easy face to look at - all of 19 - oh to be that young again.

Psssssst - I can buy ya beer (wink-wink, nudge-nudge)....
....I'm missing my boy something fierce.

....my last blog really set some peoples fires.

....I'm afraid this ONE must be lying dead in a ditch or something (wearing a sundress no less) since he no showed Roscoes for beer.

....felt pretty good about the fact that hitting the gym 6 days a week for the past 3 weeks was showing last night, my size SMALL "Peterbilt" shirt received many favorable remarks

....actually had someone (recollectively) refer to me (in my youth) as such a serious and introspective looking young man (does that just mean "unapproachable")

....dinner party tonight and I'm really just feeling blue and blah and just want to cuddle my dog (and pet the kitty)

....it's Friday and I'm itching to get the heck out of here and it's, well, only 9:26am

Wednesday, February 27, 2002

My boy takes off for Parsippany NJ tonight to go to the christening (which I admittedly thought was pronounced "Chrish-nen", so I probably didn't spell it right either) of his new neice. In some ways gay relationships are like a little dance step - one forward/one back. More frightening than the Macarena and more complicated than the Tango.

While Lucky's parents have finally met me (July), and seem to approve of me, I am invited to "nothing" - not Christmas, not Thanksgiving, not Birthdays and well, not, Christenings.

I think family and friends spend so much time in the first few years of a loved one coming out (Lucky, I mean) selfishly wondering how "THEY" are coping with it, they lose all sense of common decency and etiquette.

I have been with my boyfriend for almost 2.5 years, we have lived together going on 9 months, we are buying a house together, I am spending the rest of my life with him - but somewhere, somehow society has deemed it ok, loved ones of the man I love have deemed it ok and even strangers to us both have deemed it ok - that how "I" feel doesn't really matter much, what "I" want is acceptable as long as not spoken and surely what "I" need isn't important enough to ruffle a few feathers.

Really this isn't directly anyones "fault", but it's just a damn shame....

I really would make a wonderful Son-In-Law.

Friday, February 22, 2002

From the time I was a precocious, little youngster - to rebellious, idealistic teenager - to full-blown "not always exciting" adulthood I have envisioned shaping my life through the choice of many dream careers and professions.

The question "What are YOU going to be when you grow up?" was never lost on me, never silent, a combination of aspiration, enthusiasm and Torrets would come spewing forth with answers like the following:

Age 4-6: Fireman - well now I just want to sleep with one and wear the uniforms.

Age 7-10: Superhero - of course my super powers were "super human strength" and "x-ray vision"...sigh, I still want to be a Superhero - of course at 32 I feel a little uncomfortable wearing tights.

Age 11-12: World Renowned Chef - the problem is I only "really" enjoyed making party platters and hor-deurves, damned to be a "Hostess"

Age 13-15: Wall Street Stock Broker - I had way too much time on my hands envisioning myself as the real "Alex P. Keaton"

Age 16-19: Free-Lance Journalist covering World Events - I was going to cover the world as it changed and evolved, thus helping others to change and evolve.

Age 20-32: Businessman - I just wanted to be able to pay back my student loans.

Present: A happy, productive, caring, generous human.

I bring all this up now because I spent the last few years of high school and first two years of community college wanting nothing more than to be a journalist - what I saw as a combination of gung-ho hero, altruist, rebel, scholar, peacekeeper and enlightened soul. Night after night my mother would cut out articles about journalists being kidnapped, tortured and murdered - "this will be your fate" she would worriedly exclaim. But If you can remember how strongly you felt things (the things you truly first BELIEVED in those early years of adulthood) - you'll understand why I so wanted to pursue that dream despite my parents wishes, and then how last night the tears welled up in the corners of my eyes when I heard they had slit Daniel Pearls throat.

No "cause" is better than another "cause"

No"religion" is more justified in it's barbaric actions than another "religion" - barbaric actions are just that BARBARIC.

If "there's" is the "WRONG/EVIL" side and "yours" is the "RIGHT/GOOD" side, than easily when you stand in "their" shoes it's just the exact opposite

Let's face it - murder is murder - truth like that is simple.

Thursday, February 21, 2002

....i'm curious - when the fuck did it become the 21st of February ???
Suddenly the next big holidays are Easter, Memorial Day, July 4th (the first two relative to circuit parties - White Party & IML and the last my loving boyfriends birthday)....but I mean "Hey SLOW DOWN already!".....

I thought it was just yesterday I was packing up 30 years of my life to move away to pursue the pinnacle of my professional success in Milwaukee, NOPE, yesterday turned out to be a gut-wrenching (but short lived break-up with the love of my life as a 2000 mile distance crushed our resolve), OOPS, NO AGAIN, yesterday was one of the most special conversations of my life where Lucky & I realized we could only possibly envision growing old with each other, OR - HOLD IT! - NO, yesterday was the sad, downward-spiralling of my life as I was laid off from a job for the first time in my life and I moved 2000 miles across the country (leaving so many new and absolutely wonderful friends behind) to move in with my boyfriend.....but, NO, as of TODAY, Yesterday has changed AGAIN, and seems to keep changing at a dizzying speed.

Guess it just makes me wonder what TOMORROW is going to be all about ?

Monday, February 18, 2002


my lobsterNot sure I understand specifically what Chris was doing with his tongue here

What a terrificly fun weekend of friends, substance abuse, dancing, substance abuse, flirting, substance abuse, sex...well you get the picture. I can't believe I'm at work - I am so sneaking out of here early (since the boss is wandering the streets of Serrento, Italy looking for pizza and afternoon movie or Bloody Mary with friends may be in order).
Had a really enjoyable breakfast with everyones favorite anagram - encorswish. You have to spend time with Chris to know how much fun he is - and later we took him back to our place and did him doggy-style (just joking - wink-wink, nugde-nudge).
Trying to recover from a great weekend and sapped energy - where are mothers miracle pills - hmmmm?

Thursday, February 14, 2002

Wednesday, February 13, 2002

xoxoxoxoxoxo
Oh you, have I ever told you how giddy you make me - what??? NO - your joking with me, stop that - HEY that tickles - you cute, silly tease

you've had my eye for quite some time now.

I've been spending my days toying with the irresistible idea of you and me - while so many daily duldrum facets of the day wash away - escaping me

So well you know I think your beautiful and I mean from the inside out - ya know

and well I think your neat - not just a little but crud, more than Sea Monkeys

SO I guess what I'm trying to ask - trying to be the first to inquire.....

well, will you...maybe, would you...perhaps, could you.... Be My Valentine ???

Tuesday, February 12, 2002

Hmmmmmmm....the big day is looming close. I'm watching that mailbox - will there be chocolates ????
hold it....if I was gonna be an answer to a question...couldn't the question have been:

"Most willing to be the Midwest filling between East (Choire) Meets West (Philo) ?"

I mean with the boyfriends permission and all

Congrats on the 100,000 hit.

40 days to White Party. I feel pretty fat to be wearing white, maybe a Blue Party would appear more slimming.
boss is gone, busting ass, taking names...what - WHAT???? You want a piece of me ??????

Ok, uh, yeah....where ya wanna start - SMOOCH

Monday, February 11, 2002

Choire one of the demigods (wink-wink, nudge-nudge - girlish daydream style sigh) of the web - finally read Crumpled Dollar Bills .....hmmm such pressure to write something even more memorable.

Sunday, February 10, 2002

Saturday, February 09, 2002

.....hmmmmmm, but what does it say about this hangover?

You are a very sensitive person and you try hard - (perhaps a little too hard) - to make favourable impressions and to be recognised by your peers... But you have that inherent need to feel appreciated and admired. You are easily hurt if all of your endeavours go by unappreciated or not acknowledged. stop trying so hard

You are very talented, imaginative and sensitive; but you are holding back as you do not really like going it "on your own"... In preference you would like to team up with someone, someone with similar attributes as your own ... to explore .. to seek out and go perhaps "where no other man has trod before" ... It is the unusual that attracts you and which will give you a sense of excitement and adventure.

"Compromise" is the name of the game at this time...and it is the only way by means of which you can avoid being deprived of the love and affection you so rightly deserve...so soften up a little.. be flexible.

The tension that you are experiencing at this time is perhaps due to physical and/or mental frustration. It would appear that you are not appreciated and as a consequence the situation is most disagreeable. You seek personal recognition and the appreciation of others to compensate for the lack of like minded people with whom to ally yourself. You would like to surrender and merge with others ... but your inherent self-restraint makes it difficult for you to open up. This disturbs you as you regard such instincts as weaknesses to be overcome. You want to be liked, admired and appreciated for yourself.

You need to be respected as an exceptional individual. This is the only way that you can hope to achieve the status that you wish to achieve. You set yourself very high standards ... and come what may ... you abide by them.


Source Colorgenics
hangover.....


 

Friday, February 08, 2002

Why, oh why, do these search phrases pull up my site ??

  • Hot and Sexy Katie Couric
  • baby acrylic sweater
  • mary tyler moore bare feet


PS - 8LDJ thanks for the emails - i thought you deserved something honest in return ;)

Wednesday, February 06, 2002

...the last week - actually scratch that - the last year, of my life has made the proverbial "life as a rollercoaster" analogy seem far too tame to capture the ups, the downs, the random whipping about, thrusting forward - then upside down - then rightside again.

Somehow after a summer of professional drought, after many periods - some brief, some not - of complete self doubt - I managed to receive two job offers in one day on Thursday. There was no level of comparison between the two - one corporate, one not. I mulled this one over with as much frivolity as an Ingmar Bergman film.

BUT...I realized something. There are NO unbreakable paths. There are no decisions that will so foreshadow the future of your life that you can never put it back on track again. If you are a resilent, clever, brave and a resourceful individual you will uncover opportunity within all your obstacles.

So I stayed with the non-corporate job (now finally with a defined salary and bonus structure - deep sigh of relief). If it doesn't work out - well - it just doesn't. I'll start over, move on and make my way somewhere else.

It's just nice to be done with it all for now.

Wednesday, January 30, 2002

"Emotional Whirling Dervish seeks Structure, Foundation, Consistency, Normalcy and Security. Enjoys being told what he gets paid and not just getting cash stuffed in his hand (well I mean I enjoy that - but IT's NOT THE AMOUNT WE AGREED ON), willing to engage in extraprofessional relationships if someone better comes along and offers me title, benefits, office, salary and puts it on paper."

hmmmm...does anyone get the hint that I'm becoming increasingly frustrated with my decision to go the non-corporate route??

Hopefully no worries. I think there's a nice corporate job offering blowing in the wind.

Thursday, January 24, 2002

ok - for the person using the following keyword phrase via googles search engine: "Handjob Love"

I'm confused - is this the love of giving handjobs, or are you incapable of expressing love in any way beyond "the handjob" ( If so - your really missing out on how easy it is to say "I love you" when rimming/pounding/fingering another guys ass)

just a thought...

Thursday, January 17, 2002

hmmmm...well the counts are coming in and with them "specific" suggestions towards content:
- used underwear (not to be confused with 'soiled')
- rough trade
- Tip O'neil vs. Barney
- Toni Toneil vs. Qwen Stefani
- Quisp cereal (if ever their was a cereal named for gays)
- man-on-man "man-o-man" Loooooooovvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeee
- POOOOOP
- NOOOOOOOOO poop
- (and of course) MORE POOP

Ok - some of these suggestions may be made up - but only those who emailed specific instructions know for sure (wink-wink, nudge-nudge - smack that ass babeeeeeeee)

BTW - if none of the poop story stuff makes sense to you - you my buddy are a newer reader - go here - if you dare. (and - why yes that is a picture of my naked tummy - but alas 6 years have passed - it's fuller and furrier now)

Wednesday, January 16, 2002

...i think I'm due for a short story - what do you think??
ok - let's face it - it's impossible to Blog in this office. Damn - I miss my big private office with the view (oh shit what am I thinking it was a view of downtown Milwaukee!)

I'm finally feeling back into the AZ groove again. Milwaukee seems a distant memory - though it broke my heart on the new "Real World" last night when the token gays (though the boy is adorable in a kick-me-I'm-a-puppy way) went to both Chicago's 'Funky Buddha' and 'Circuit' (i'll piss myself if that get that boy over to 'Cellblock' - mental note: "Gay Real World cast members are always vanilla and never go to leather bars - shame"). I was bumming. Was I really just shaking my ass at those places every Fri/Sat/Sun just 6 months ago ??? I do miss Chicago.

Anyway on the jalapeno-turned-vanilla-domestic lifestyle front (kidding honey) - the hubbie and I went to our first Puppy Obedience School class last night - I think Baby is a les she was kicking all the boy dogs around, pinning them down, biting their necks - where does she learn this shit....uh, oh...yeah good point (I'm still not that vanilla). I don't care how tough you think you are - when you see a room full of puppies - two Golden Retreivers, two Black Labs, one Yellow Lab, Aussie Mix, and some floppy dogs that resembled shrubbery - you just melt.

big girl, big vanilla- sprinkled with jalapeno - girl......

PS - if you haven't checked out the smile on this boy your missing something!

Thursday, January 10, 2002

B4 d- t- k s u f- i o x e++ l c (thanks Ron!)

despite the flattery I'm suffering from "Blogus-Uninspiredus-Meus" (none of those words are true latin by the way, even "pig"-latin which seems something a guy like me would really be into).

Things I could blog about if I had the increased writing stamina (is there a little blue pill for that too - rapidly pushing excited blood cells to my "other" head):

  • the speeding ticket I got today. (yes, one of the cops was hot, yes I so wanted him to push me over the back of the car and make me say I was sorry and beg to get out of the ticket - WHY do i think this way - not sure...)
  • the "weight gain"...collectively 25 lbs since I moved back to AZ, my buddies from Chicago will be in town next week - they're gonna think I've gone "Bear".
  • the gym, no inspiration, going 3 days a week tops - not helping the forementioned.
  • the puppy, she brings us more and more joy everyday.
  • the boyfriend, thinks are amazingly nice, I feel very married and I'm cool with that.
  • the job, accepted the Operations Manager position with Jerry but it's two weeks and we still haven't ironed out the overall salary and commission structure.

Hope everyone has forged into 2002 with their boots on the right feet...

Thursday, December 27, 2001

...the boyfriend gets back in today so I was up at the crack of dawn cleaning - shit I wasn't shocked I grew up to be a whore - but a "domesticated whore" ??? Plus, last night and this morning I was taping porn for the friend who is watching BABY for us while we are in San Diego for New Years - he gets 2 Falcon International, 2 Falcon and 1 Bel Ami - for all the money I've shelled out on porn in my life I never feel exactly guilty duping.

...leave Saturday for San Diego for 4 days of partying and fun to welcome in the New Year - I need the de-stress time. Decided to accept the job with Jerry as the Operations Manager/Associate ....we'll see what he thinks of what I'm asking, should put me quite a bit over what I was even making as a Director (finally get to travel again and come torture, er - uh, I mean - "visit" some of my favorite Bloggers in their respective cities). I think it's time to say goodbye to corporate life and take an opportunity to run the show more my way (INSERT HERE: Me as Mary Tyler Moore throwing my hat up in the air in the big city...."your gonna make it after alllllllll". )

Let's see if I eat these words before 2003)

....There will be no time to post over the next week so I wish everyone a wonderful New Year (especially Jonno, Blogstalker, Encorswish, Jockohomo, Mermaniac, Dewayne and BJ who gave me much needed advice, humor and dirty comments over the past year - you know which one applies to you - when I needed them). Charlie and Jonno - your warmth singlehandedly helped me survive my cold, lonely days in Milwaukee (sincerely - Thank You)...and I would have never even started down this road if it hadn't been for Bill egging me on in the early days. (Sorry I'm not throwing in links but I'm in a rush).

....Happy 2002 gang!

Monday, December 24, 2001

...at work - working on a database project for the boss. Got really toasted last night and was invited to what would have been an extremely hot three-way...but I diligently remembered that I'm taken and stopped flirting before I ended up in boyfriend prison.

...things ended up going really well with the boyfriend and I on our Christmas Friday night. He really surprised me by managing to make every gift about something that geniunely interested me...even got a little teary-eyed - I'm just a big sissy sometimes. Yes - we did "it" in front of the dog...luckily she was really enjoying her bone from Three Dog Bakery and just looked the other way - whew - no doggie therapist yet.

...feeling pretty melancholy with the whole holiday starting today and the boyfriend on the other side of the country, I suddenly seem out of sorts "left to my own devices" (did you start humming the Pet Shop Boys tune when you read that or is it just me and my misplaced pop sensiblities?)

BABY is wandering around the office. Already pooped on the carpet and was quite proud.

alrighty just not feeling clever today...I sincerely wish you all a wonderful Christmas Eve and Day - I hope you have someone close with you tonight and feelings of warmth - both inside and out. Cheers!

Friday, December 21, 2001

...well the boyfriend and I decided to launch into one of those "are-we-really-having-a-fight-about-not-having-a-fight-because-we-were-about-to-have-a-fight" fight's last night, 30 minutes before we left to have dinner with my parents...the stress was complemented by my boyfriend (who yes I love with EVERY fiber of my being) pulling his - "I'm not going to speak to you except in Boolean code (YES/NO), but when you give up trying to engage me in conversation I'm going to look at you and say - so your gonna sulk now??"...this is further complemented by the huge smiles, big hugs attitude every member of my family gets at dinner (the folks took us to Red Lobster - could we appear anymore white trash??) and then after dinner, back in the car, reversion to said previous tactics #1 and #2 (but the upgrade on #2 to the so, you gonna be mad at me all night?? comment.)

2 years, 2 months and our first real Christmas celebration with my family and I was miserable. Not to sure the pup has to worry about seeing anything tonight.

I'm trying to shake it. Tonight is supposed to be "our" Christmas and since I was in Milwaukee last year, this will only be our second Christmas together. But I haven't shook it yet. I haven't wrapped his gifts yet. I haven't written all the beautiful things in his card yet.

I knew this before, I know this now and I will probably know this forever - the hardest job I have ever had in my life is being a boyfriend. Ups, Downs, the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. The greatest and most rewarding job I have ever had, and at the exact same time probably the most frustrating. Each time I think I've figured out all of my job duties and think I'm "exceeding expectations" - I'm thrown a cold glare and I rebound to "unsatisfactory performance on the job"

Can someone get me a "employee manual" for Christmas ????

Tuesday, December 18, 2001

damn this guilt.....I'm so behind on blogging it sucks. Holiday madness. Boyfriend leaves for Jersey for 6 days for Xmas while I stay here with my family. We'll be celebrating our Christmas this Thursday with my folks (so they can give him his presents) and then Friday (just the two of us). The new dog has been killing the sex life (I just feel so weird having her in the room watching - ya know. And she cries if she's locked out), but I really need to get it and give it on our Christmas night so maybe I can get her doggie blinders - suggestions ????

Friday, December 14, 2001

poor Winona, I mean - I feel your pain - I really can't afford a great party outfit for that long list of Christmas Shin-Digs lining up in front of me starting tonight either.....

Thursday, December 13, 2001

...not sure I ever thought so much of my waking life and vernacular would be centered around the word:

POOP

...but oh what a naive, young lad was I...POOP consumes me now - gleefully I call it out from the back patio for all to hear -

"Good BABY, GOOOOOOOD POOP!!!!!"

Standing clad in only boxers, Arizona State University sweat shirt, bare feet and a bed-head hairstyle only a psychotic killer could call a "coif" at 400am.....Poooooooppppppp, POOP, Poop !!!!!!!!

I love this dog, my boyfriend loves this dog, anyone who lays eyes on this dog - LOVES this dog (and if ever there be a person who doesn't - THEY WILL RUE (or is it "ROO?" THE DAY!)

'nuf said....I need to go think some more about poop.

Friday, December 07, 2001

things you realize about yourself only much later in life:

  • Your first "crush" would not really be the most painful heartache of all
  • Dogs trust you unequivocably, you feel the same depending on whats laying on the floor at the time
  • 95% of the time, YOU are the best "handjob" you've ever had
  • You didn't drive your Mother to drink, I mean SHIT you didn't even have a license for the first 16 years...
  • Talking about sex makes your Parents nervous, thinking about your Parents "having" sex makes you queasy
  • Legos were the coolest toy EVER
  • You should thank your parents every day of your life that they got you potty-trained - can you imagine going on a blind date in a diaper???
  • One day you will fall in love, one day you will find "the one", there is someone for everyone (thank GOD, you never got that tattoo for Valentines Day when you were 22 !!)
  • Talking dirty is not only fun, but for some it makes the Kama Sutra seem like a Easy-Bake Oven Cookbook
  • You will be happy, you will smile again, life really is a wonderous, beautiful gift to us all
sniff-sniff, I'm kinda choked up...

Wednesday, December 05, 2001

I've fallen in love....
She's black
She's furry
She weighs 10lbs
She poops
She pees
She tumbles
She rolls on her belly and wiggles tell she's rubbed
I LOVE HER

now I really have no spare time to write - I'm a father to a beguiling, black lab named 'BABY'

the corporate interview went incredible. the old man wants me to consider taking over his business in a year...all this glamour and I'm still doing this admin stuff for cash under the table.

Friday, November 30, 2001

ok...
i suck....
uh, i mean the other way...
well, yeah i mean that way too...
hell ya i'm good, damn good, make a preacher cry if could....
what, oh no, you no - i love you...
is there someone else???
GOD NO....
i'm just preoccupied with my own sense of being right now...
what? ...
what do i mean? ....
well sometimes life does this Robert Frost "A Different Path" crap to you, ya know?? you see the fork coming and you shudder all over (like seeing Tom Arnold or Roseanne naked)...
what ???? crap i don't know where i came up with that, who knows why half this shit comes out of my mouth....
what? really...
i like your shirt too...
so anyway - what was i saying ???? ....oh yeah - "the path" stuff...
well suddenly when you finally decide the whole world has turned their back - there's a knock at the door, then another...
(laugh) - you're right, where the hell were they for the past 5 months ???
(chuckles) - started to think the only one who called me were my creditors, that's over - all paid up.
so now I have this opportunity to go back into corporate life...
what? uh no, they haven't offered the job yet and I still have another interview, but since they rushed my through and are interviewing me under the radar, i'm feeling confident...
what? oh shit yeah, you said it, first time i've felt confident in months, it's like viagra for my professional well being...
what? no not really, don't really need the little blue pill, but shit you should see me if i take just half of it - feel like i'm my own little red woody forest...
anyway, so now i have these two paths, i can pay my dues with the sweet, rich, old man who wants to be my mentor and maybe seriously take over his business, or go back to corporate life and keep pursuing my career path...
yeah, tough huh?
well i've got a few more days to dwell on it....
what you want a hug??? crap me too....
(SQUEEZE!)
yeah, that felt good for me too.......

Tuesday, November 20, 2001

Who knew how distracting working would be....finding time to blog is well - difficult to say the least.

I mean do you ever find yourself debating the priority of it and what it means to you???


Starting over at 32, new career (well - I mean - if I ever turn being the UBER-ADMIN into something), new friends and renewed commitments to my boyfriend, old friends and an old and new me...I'm having trouble finding the time and seeing the meaning.
Don't get me wrong, I've loved some of the connections I've made (you/they know who you/they are), I've loved the opportunity to start writing, joke, observe.

But with soooo much going on right now and the holidays already whooping our ass, and me trying to get back on my feet...
is blogging really the right priority for me right now ??

Friday, November 16, 2001

The diversity of my days lately is oddly dramatic. Yesterday I began my day by tooling around town in a Rolls-Royce Corniche Convertible (23 years old with only 28K miles on it - the car, not me - crap! I only wish!) and then end my day with a collection agency calling my boyfriends cell phone for $138 I was 60 days past due to the phone company in Milwaukee. Which is really good considering since my best friends are in San Diego and Los Angeles and boyfriend in Phoenix - my average land line phone bill was around $300 (not including my cell phone bill - ugh! At least I saved alot of $$$ moving)...anyway at least at no time yesterday did I get confused and think I actually was rich.

Here's the rub on the phone bill thing though and something I didn't know - if you owe them $$$ and they can't track you down - do you know they run a query on your most called phone numbers off your bill and they call them instead looking for you - does that seem shady or what?

Oh well - I was an upstanding citizen once.

Wednesday, November 14, 2001

alrighty....unfortunately I'm not in front of a computer at work, so my time to blog/email/IM/check job boards....has just been cut down immensely. My BOSS is a really sweet guy. He really seems genuine about having greater things in mind for me beyond Boy Friday (of course tomorrow I have to take his Mercedes Convertible in for emmissions - hey I'm starting over, paying all my dues again, I'm cool with that). At first I felt so devastated after 4 months I was taking a job as an admin, but I have to admit right now the micro-project, fast-paced, variety of it is great - no time for my mind to play the "I Should'a, I Could'a" game. And even if it's just to create a spreadsheet, run and pick up lunch or send some faxes....after 4 months of being nothing to no one (professionally), it sure feels nice to be needed again.

Friday, November 09, 2001

thanks Bill!
thoughts:
  • Choire gets how many hits a week???? It's the web cams!!!! Now we know how cute he and Philo are. I think the boyfriend would be a little concerned if I got a web cam.
  • I do not feel pretty when I'm hung over, but damn I just love to be bought drinks!
  • There seems to be some prerequisite that Arizona morning newscasters must be "blond", "perky" and "vanilla"
  • Thanks to Durran for the link!
  • I'm quite certain - though they are kinda cute - that our roommates cats are stalking me.
  • Actually you two, I thought the new NOLA living arrangements were more like this.
  • uh dear, sweet 8LDJ, did you have any say in this?
  • No more cookies and candy. I have to start doing cardio again soon....sigh.
  • Hmmmm, the thought of chasing you around with a plastic speedtrack piece - threatening to smack your ass......nope not laughing, yep, oh yes, much different type of smile on my face.
  • Am I a super model or what?
  • Favorite recent search phrase that pulled up my site: "Old Homo's".....'nuf said.

Thursday, November 08, 2001

"Being unemployed means throwing all your student loan statements in a box with the rest of your unpaid bills, and coming to the conclusion that if your really expensive education were worth all that you wouldn't be unemployed."....as spoken by IML's sexy teen spokesmodel

Dude - I know your pain, my 6 months of forebearance ("Oh sure 6 months will be enough, I'll find a new job in a month or two" - statement made over 4 months ago to my student loan issuer). Actually got my first credit card calls the other day too - first month late so their very chipper and actually feel bad about me being laid off in these tough economic times - let's see how they feel if I pushed it another month.

In recognition of Jonno's unemployment and a growing number of my friends (it's really hard to be as supportive once they too are feeling the crunch), I give you the "Signs You Are UnderEmployed":

  • When people say - "Hey, it's great you found a job", you respond "Yeah, but does this name tag make me look fat"
  • On future job applications you list your "current" job as "JUGGLER" since the underemployment position enables you to pay bills, but only by throwing several in the air at one time and then paying which ever one doesn't hit the ground.
  • You envy all the cash your friends who are sexy bartenders are making accompanied by vulgar sexual propositions and phone numbers. And then wonder if your actually more envious of the "cash" or the "vulgar sexual propositions".
  • The ranking superior your running faxes for makes $40K less then you were pulling in 5 months ago.
  • Starbucks Cafe Latte Skinny on Ice is for executives/bourgeois/hollywood starlets/the Bush Twins, I'll have the Dunkin Donuts Regular Blend, please.
  • No more Blockbuster Movie Rentals and "kitty"-vision at 3pm on a Tuesday.
  • Time to masturbate only once a day.
  • You rethink applying for a House Boy job in P-Town, Fire Island, Sagatuck (Hey - I know it's out of season, but let's face it I'm a little long in the tooth to be called a boy anyway)
  • You still have enough unused active mental energy to make lists like this.

Wednesday, November 07, 2001

I'm sure as a grown man I should be slightly embarrassed by this, but the Buffy Musical just ROCKED. Of course, it meant I had to tape the Simpsons and then race down stairs to catch the beginning of 24. Damn, I am my own growing sense of being uncool...time was I would have been at a bar shooting pool yucking it up - but now I'm a tv freak. oh well.
D'Backs parade is today. I really wanted to go, but people started showing up at 9pm last night to get in the stadium, and by 7am this morning the streets were filling up - 100's of thousands are expected. I am my own sense of fearing large, overly excitable crowds of people.

PS - I got the job (not the big deal one, but the one that at least will pay some of my bills til I get back to my career)

Tuesday, November 06, 2001

ok, ok, I'm grumpy in my 30's (early 30's ya know)....Seraphin explained her literary phobia's - mine usually were for any novel written by a sister from the Bronte clan.
I'm being bagged on by someone whose signature colors are bashful and blush - sweetheart, I assure you I don't want teenage girls reading this blog (well that excludes Bill - proof that there is a teenage girl trapped in all of us!) anyway.

Monday, November 05, 2001

Screw the Emmys....We're WORLD CHAMPIONS baby!


Sorry Stud, this series was amazing. You should have watched Roscoes explode when Gonzo hit the winning run. DBacks ROCK!

Saturday, November 03, 2001

Is it possible to be running in slow motion while inside the eye of a hurricane?

Images from the past week:

  • Lots of happiness in my heart having my buddy Curt in town. He calms me and makes me feel special.
  • The not so special feeling I had when I went after a 20 something punk who made a 'faggots' slur at my boyfriend and I at a coffee house..."yes" I lost my cool - I was ready to replace the breeders head with a Jack-O-Latern. Breeders be warned - some fags fight!
  • Me and the Boys looking very sexy in the Rough Trade Fire Dept gear...lots of raves on having a hairy chest amongst all those smooth boys.
  • The drool down my chin and 170lbs of "out-cold" body weight that Curt and my boyfriend heaved through the door at 5am on Saturday night/Sunday morning after ingesting 'G' (comment: I didnt BUY it, I didnt KNOW I was consuming it, and we still dont know WHERE it got into my drink)
  • A very frightened boyfriend who does love me more than words can describe and was very, very frightened.
  • An interview. Though for "under"employment - it's a job, I need to work, I feel useless and I've run out of $$$$.
  • Me, sitting by the phone still waiting for the BIG NAME COMPUTER COMPANY to call.
  • $1,300 in work that needs to be done to the car I didnt want to keep but had to keep, because you can't drive a 2000 SUV anymore when you have no job...but a 95 Toyota is only gonna stay healthy for so long.
  • A date. Just a movie (K-PAX, Kevin Spacey is AMAZING, the movie is OK) and a cheap dinner with my boyfriend last night. It was sweet. It was nice.

Thursday, October 25, 2001

I titter and swell with pride (actually maybe I'm retaining water) to know the following keywords are pulling complete innocents into the web of intrigue I call my blog:

  • tina yothers pics
  • philadelphia adult movie booth
  • gay erotic drunk fly (uh, do the mean like 'The Fly' like a faggy, boozy, Vincent Price turned fly)
  • Richard Greico
  • pain in groin back burning
  • groin pull swimming (why did this immediately bring John T Brown to mind??)

Wednesday, October 24, 2001

swapped some colors. so sue me. smooch.
I'm not sure the collective finger-crossing, well wishing and for some of you well - you just went beyond the call of duty to cross, something....anything. (INSERT HERE: Frustration, not alleviated through sex or booze)

Last word from said desirable hiring company was from an impressed VP last week (" 'name of hiring manager' will be contacting you shortly"). Hadn't heard anything so I sent a thoughtful email to said 'hiring manager' on Monday acknowledging how busy he must be and reaffirming my interest in the position. Nothing.

Don't you think if two of your respected co-workers came to you (one of them your superior) and said "You gotta hire this guy he's a steal!"...you would at least acknowledge him. (INSERT HERE: Panic not alleviated by drugs, disco or compliments)

sigh!

Tuesday, October 23, 2001

P.C.A.D.


Sounds like a sneeze, eh? Or maybe that attempt to swear after stubbing your big toe on the bed post at 3am when all you were really hoping for was the last chocolate chip cookie?

It's my acronym for the disorder that I have invented:
Phone Call Anxiety Disorder - A disorder that sends it's victim in roller-coaster fits of anticipation-clickety-clack-excitement-clickety-clack-disappointment-clickety-clack-despair (oh, btw, the "clickety-clacks" were my roller-coaster sound effects - high tech, huh?).

I have learned these last 4 months to hate the phone.
I can't tell you how often I hear it ring - and I wonder, I hope, I dare to dream:

"Hey, it's someone calling about my resume submittal"

"Hey I bet this is the call!"

And then, it's not.

My friends have grown use to this abuse - the despondent sound in my voice when I answer and it's just, well, just them. I don't think this is what Alexander Graham Bell was expecting. I find myself playing games...
leaving the phone downstairs, pretending I don't hear it, turning it off, not looking at the caller id;
just to draw out those first few moments of anticipation...of hope.

So, well - just be warned - if you call and get my voice mail - consider yourself lucky - he's so much nicer than me.

Monday, October 22, 2001

OK handsome, here's proof that I was in attendance at Tucson Gay Pride last week, these pictures aren't the ones I wanted...I lifted them from here.

My boy and me - why do I have one eye closed?Del,Jeffers and MikeBrian, His Girl Toy (name now forgotten) and Alex

Wednesday, October 17, 2001

Things have been crazy lately.

Last week:

  • Knock-down, drag-out fights with the boyfriend that pushed so far we had to sit down and ask each other if we could make it through this shitty stage (INSERT HERE: Honeymoon over)
  • A great, rather drunken weekend with my boyfriend, Brian, Alex, Dave, Del and others all in tow tramping around Tucson's Gay Pride shirtless, a little awnry and extremely flirtatious - excluding the raise the bar standards of this looker, it was easy to be 'Rock Stars' in Tucson. If any of my friends forwarded the pics to me, I will post them here. (INSERT HERE: My drunken need to grab my dick for every picture)
  • A lot of making up and two-way apologies between the boyfriend and I for allowing my jobless frustrations to come between what should be a long-life filled with happiness. (INSERT HERE: I guess I still have place to live)
  • A solid referral to an unpublished job opportunity with one of the few major computer companies I "haven't" worked for. (INSERT HERE: Request for everyone who reads this blog to cross their fingers, toes, and everything else)
  • Finally finished the free-lance search-engine-optimization/directory submission project I was working on. Now to just get all these other little projects off my plate.
  • Oh yeah....and as I said, something else is in the works, guess what???? (INSERT HERE: How happy I will be to post on my schedule NOT just when Blogger is working)



Thursday, October 11, 2001

Hmmmmm, somethings in the air and it's not just reasonable weather (79 Degrees - RIGHT NOW!).....

Wednesday, October 10, 2001

I always preferred Ernie's cheerful demeanor to HIS anyway.

Tuesday, October 09, 2001

Sigh!
Look HERE for my winner of the "What are you wearing?" contest (null where prohibited, contest not valid in states that fly Confederate flags)

Wow! Did I really spend my morning discussing set-ups, plots, production values, and artistic integrity of porn films with my favorite kitty hanging off a branch today.

I owe you something dirty, so here it is: Crumpled Dollar Bills - Episodes of My Youth in it's entirety - enjoy!


Sunday, October 07, 2001

Inspired by the lovely Jonno, I did my astrological birth chart stuff. Man, do I sound like one messy dope:

Sun in Leo, Moon in Virgo

You were born with the Sun in Leo and the Moon in Virgo. Internally, Leo has a fiery, ardent, and overpowering psychological makeup. The predominantly Leonian individual is dignified, proud, commanding, powerful, and magnanimous. These qualities are not very well expressed in terms of the personality, because the Moon in Virgo introduces a different influence; it restrains these characteristics, emphasizing your more practical side, such as performing services for others. These qualities conflict with the Leonian, and unless you somehow attempt to harmonize your internal self with your personality role you will be an unhappy person.

Notice that though internally you burn with the desire for authority and power, the role of the Virgo is that of service and a subordinate position. The only area in which Virgo and Leo do agree is that Leo gives tremendous clarity and perspective concerning the pride, emotions, and ideas of other people, while Virgo gives an analytical capacity which facilitates deep comprehension. Virgo inhibits the natural traits of a predominantly Leonian individual, causing you to occupy a lower position in life and to be subjected to much snubbing.

Others see you as a person who does not want to take the lead in all matters (although you secretly harbor the desire to do just that). You are attentive, careful, and observant. Outwardly, you are pure in love and sexual matters, but inwardly, you have a devouring passion. Try to harmonize the power of Leo with the cleverness of Virgo, and you will have total success, both in material concerns and in your relationships with others.




Ascendant in Virgo, Mercury in the First House

At the time of your birth the zodiacal sign of Virgo was ascending in the horizon. Its ruler Mercury is located at the first house.

This indicates that throughout your life you will assume a reserved, quiet, analytical, critical, and receptive attitude.

Although you are not an individual with a very strong ambition, you possess the ability to persevere and exert ingenuity.

Some selfishness is noted. However, if you are able to counteract this negative trait with your natural helpful and sympathetic attitude and address your positive qualities to resolve the problems of others then you will accomplish your highest spiritual duties and your degree of consciousness and perception will be expanded.

You are not afraid to work but you like to do things where you can use intellectual resources rather than mechanical ones. There is some independence here but don't try to be forceful about it because Virgo's natural habitat is one in which the person is led by some powerful authority and where the important decisions are best made by others.

You are very attentive to detail and this makes you a good worker, especially so in those jobs that require a great deal of precision and observation. You have a desire for purity and though you don't mind relating to others there is something that you do dislike: continuous intrusion of your privacy. What will your life be like? We think it will be one in which business and practicality are to be very important. Although we are not advising you to turn against your natural traits, which make you slightly cold and reserved, we would suggest that when in love you let yourself relax and respond so as to be able to return some of the affection you are receiving.

Life will find you in many situations in which you will function as advisor and counsellor; make use of these opportunities to project the power of your creativeness.

This makes you a person to whom success is available through personal effort. You are ambitious, swift, intellectual, and possess some sort of scientific vocation; your speech is fluent and eloquent. You are a useful and beneficial person.

Your activities should be those that are intense, varied and require intelligence. You love detailed work: writing, collecting, acting as a middle man, selling, and communicating. You are an excellent critic and analyst.




Moon in the First House

The Moon is in the first house. This position indicates that you are strongly influenced by your feelings and moods.

Your awareness of yourself is influenced by your momentary feelings, and this perception is subject to rapid changes of mood and emotion. In time, you will learn to understand why you react as you do to various situations, and then you can begin to change your response patterns and take more control of your life.

Others sense your lack of emotional self-sufficiency and tend to get involved in your personal affairs, even if you try to prevent it. You express your sensitivity through an emotional need to nurture and be nurtured by others. While you would like to have guidance and supervision concerning your goals and objectives, it would be better to achieve your aims independently so that you will not feel obligated to others.

The advantage of this position lies in your ability to sense other people's needs and desires.

In fact, you have a calming effect on people who are under stress, and this makes you ideally suited for working with the public.




Moon Conjunct Ascendant

The Moon conjunct the Ascendant shows that you have some emotional hangups. You want close, intimate contacts with others, but you tend to keep people at arm's length because you are afraid you will become obligated to them.

You are a mass of contradictions - making demands on people but complaining when they do the same to you; expecting others to make overtures to you and withdrawing when they do. Although you are highly imaginative, you react to stimulating people in a generally negative and critical way.

On the surface you are independent, but you yearn for a quieter role in which you can enjoy the comfort of knowing that someone really cares for you. This can only happen when you lower your defensive barriers and learn to compromise by meeting people halfway.




Saturn in the Ninth House

Saturn, the ruler of destiny, was found in the ninth house at the time of birth. This indicates that your concern over the impermanence of all things will urge you to restrict your personality traits and assume a position of caution and planning before pursuing any important matter.

In a practical sense, your attitude to all higher intellectual functions is that of a studious, serious, and meditative person. You must, however, be attentive to the possible presence of several negative elements in your intellectual make-up such as depression, fear, and severity.




Venus in the Eleventh House

Venus, the planet of beauty and love, was found in the eleventh house at the time of your birth. Your aspirations in life are very aesthetically oriented.

You strive for peace and harmony and if it were left up to you the whole world would be more humane, kind, and considerate. In your more personal relationships, Venus gives you the capability of obtaining substantial gain and assistance through your friends, who will desire to assist you with the best of intentions.




Sun in the Twelfth House

The Sun, the king of this celestial system, was in your twelfth house at the time of birth. This may indicate a life full of limitations, obstacles, and human opposition.

You are urged to make an about face and confront your own accumulated history. Take some time for introspection. It may result in a purification process accompanied by some remorse of conscience.

Internally, you are quite different from the way you present yourself externally. You possess a vast reservoir of energy that may be partially hidden even from your own awareness.

Your internal disposition is strong, commanding, open, and of a rare generosity. More and more you should try to bring these characteristics into the open so that they can overcome some of the less desirable aspects of your personality.


Thursday, October 04, 2001

Poor, poor Sharon Stone - things have been rough for her of late (the hubbie loses his foot to a huge reptile) and now the her massive headaches seem to be much more (well, at least it will take her mind off of 'Sphere' - I'm still befuddled why any of them made that crap)...well in an effort to offer the 'Distraction of the Day', I give you Sharon Stones Scar

Monday, October 01, 2001

Does anyone have an epiphany I can borrow? I need one.

Perhaps you could just lend me a fleeting moment of inspiration?


I'll be good to it - I promise. I'll feed it, bath it, rub it's tummy til it growls. We'll take nightly walks at sunset as the red, orange and golden hues of the day spill down over the horizon, breathing in the same hot, arid, Arizona air.

Being unemployed has robbed me of a lot of my natural spirit. I start working at a buddies art gallery tomorrow - nothing glamorous, just man labor stuff - moving bronzes, setting up for weekly shows/art walks, putting together mailings. I hope it helps, distracts me until something comes through.

Maybe I would settle for someone telling me a side-spliting, tears-down-the-cheek, think-your-gonna-pee-your-pants joke?

uh....I'm waiting.

Tuesday, September 25, 2001

Officially three months in to my state of unemployment, I'm starting to find it hard to smile when people say "Oh, you're gonna find something great - just be patient"...it get's hard to be patient and cheerful after three months of squashed leads and no paycheck. Anyhow - I had to distract myself today and came across this:


My favorite childhood cartoon all about a man who could morph into unimaginable positions - I haven't changed a bit!

Monday, September 24, 2001

OK - I suck. I got caught up in a fun-filled weekend of debauchery - I still owe ya the story. Hmmmmm I wish I had something bright and shiny to wave in front of you and confuse you. Hold it, I do. How 'bout some pics from the AZ Bloggers dinner from Friday night.

Oooh - an angle shot - soooo vogue! From Left: Me, Chris (Encorswish), Bill (Mermaniac) and Matt (Matt)Men selling sex!! From Left: Me, Bill, MattMe and my Boy!Would you leave these men alone with your blog??? From Left: Me, Chris, Bill and Matt