Wednesday, November 16, 2005

why sightseeing and hangovers don't mix

This afternoon was spent walking along downtown Barcelona surrounded by the city's oldest and most magnificent cathedrals built within very short distances from each other in Barri Gotic and all all I pretty much did was brace myself for what seemed inevitable: the splatter of my own bile mixed with all the liqour I had imbibed last night. 


The smell of old stones basking in glory of the only bright sun-shiny day of my Barcelona trip was charming, yes, but I was more overwhelmed by the smell of Jack Daniels seeping out of my pores.


There were plenty of moments that I so badly wanted to look up and take pictures of Barri's great gothic structures.  And I did--well, I kind of tried. Each miserable effort was countered with the goddamn earth swirling on cue. 


As if it wasn't enough that it took me an hour to find Barri Gotic because I was too dizzy to read the map, much less maneuver my way around the labyrinth that is Las Ramblas, I didn't even know if the nausea I was feeling whenever I stepped in to a cathedral was because I was really sick to my stomach from being so intoxicated the night before or if I was getting a "no trespassing" message direct via satellite from heaven.


Don't get me wrong--I enjoyed this afternoon a lot. I merely regret not being able to see and enjoy more of the city simply because of my lack of moderation last night.


Did I learn a perfectly significant lesson today? Si. Am I going to remember it the next time I go on a drinking spree? Hellz no.


Am I having the absolute time of my life?  You betcha!


Hasta luego.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

"Por favor, señor...no en mi culo. Tengo un novio!"


All these weeks of trying to learn Spanish from an audio tape and all I've mastered saying is:


"Por favor, señor... no en mi culo. Tengo un novio!"


And I probably wrote that incorrectly. So fuck you all latin bitches.


Last night, I got yelled at for having some cappucino in the evening--not really my fault. I was having dinner with this Milano whom I met at the gym yesterday and I really did order a cafe con leche, but in most of these places I've been to so far in Spain, you ask for a cafe con leche, they give you a damn cappucino. Apparently, most Euro bitches only drink it in the morning. .


Hey, I knew that. But if I can barely order anything in Spanish, how do you expect me to complain? Right now, there's a dead fly in my morning tea. How do you say "There's a fly in my fucking tea?" Ugh!


I've been getting e-mails from friends asking about my trip (as if I don't friggin' talk about myself enough), so I figured I'd write some blogs during my trip to keep every one updated.


Spain, so far, has been a hoot. In my hotel in Barcelona right now, enjoying a nice spanish omelette for breakfast while Madonna's stupid new single is on repeat. The damn metro gays are the same everywhere. Madonna comes out with something, and no matter how stupid it sounds, they lap it up like thirsty kittens at last call for milk. Anyways, I'm staying at a "straight friendly" hotel in Spain. Haha. Does it get any gayer than this?


I'd been running around visiting places since I arrived in Spain last week. I stayed in Madrid with my boyfriend, Gabi, for the first couple of days and then we headed out to his family's ranch in the Asturian province. The place is so ancient that his house is hidded in the mountains, surrounded by these castle ruins and horses running about--some are untamed. So as much as I wanted to don my Princess Buttercup outfit and frolick along the hills, I didn't want some damn horse trampling me in the process. I digress...


Gabi and I spent a lovely weekend alone in Andrin in Asturia. It was waaaay worth the 12 hour roundtrip drive. We also took a quick drive to Llanes, this old, charming nearby town with more ruins and old people who are so not used to appreciating the grace and beauty of my Pacific Islander roots. Oh well, when I said old town--I didn't mean just the town. ::wink:: On our last evening there, we had dinner at this parilla place where the have this wood fired grill about 20 feet long. I swear I heard the poor octopus squeal when they threw it on the grill. Just kidding. I'm in Spain, not China!


I flew into Barcelona yesterday morning, promising Gabi I'd be back by the end of this week so I can spend more quality time with him. Today is a bit rainy, so I really don't want to step out and go sight seeing. Started out with this detailed itinerary that pretty much turned into more of a to-do and "would like to see while I'm here" list.


Hey, if I'm on vacation, do I really want to subject myself to following a strict schedule? Hell to the N.O.!


The boys in Spain are gorgeous and a lot of them are NOT SHY. If I told you the number of times I'd been approached by a young Spanish man looking for love, it will make you barf. I think I threw up a little in my mouth the last time it happened. You would seriously think I'm just boasting. Makes it a challenge to remember sometimes that I have a bf, but I haven't really been tempted.


I know Gabi's very special to me. I'd even go as far as declaring to my friends that I am in love with the man, who in two weeks will again be thousands of miles away from me.


Whoever said love is a cakewalk down candy lane?


In the meantime, I just need to keep the faith and commit to memory the line I had written above in Spanish. It should come very handy at least until the end of my trip. :-)


Monday, November 14, 2005

a weekend in the Asturian province

Gab and I made a weekend trip to his family ranch at Playa Andrin in the Asturian Province.

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Friday, November 11, 2005

art in Madrid

Spent the day pretending to be a schoolboy on a field trip. Visited Museo del Prado and the Royal Garden. I also tried to familiarize myself with Madrid's subway system, which, by the way, is leagues better and cleaner than the NYC system.

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Still getting the weird stares. .. even from other asian people. Is my hair too red again? Damn you, Feria!!!

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Day 1 in Spain

The 7-hour flight wasn't bad. Right now I'm too excited to finally be in Madrid to think of anything else. That's a lie, actually. I'm REALLY anxious to see Gab. It has only been a little over two weeks since he left the U.S. to permanently live here in Spain.

All I have for now is a note on his bed saying I should make myself at home and that he will see me around 6 pm.

It was a pain trying to find his apartment, however. With very little spoken Spanish and absolutely no sense of direction, I ended up having to lug all my crap for a whole hour to find his building as I was too intimidated to hail a cab and give directions en Espanol. And speaking of his apartment building, it is OOOOOOLD. Very charming and clean, though. If anything, his neighbors seem a wee bit snobbish. I wonder if it's because it's the first time they've laid eyes on a gorgeous Filipino queen before. ::wink:: I'm mostly amused by the manual cage-like machine they call "the lift" in their building. Makes me feel very Falun Gong when I'm riding it:

Off to get lost in the streets of Madrid. Wish me luck!

Friday, September 23, 2005

A MODERN DAY WITCH-HUNT: those crazy Catholics are at it again!

This initiative by the Catholic Church is ridiculous and totally counter-productive!  The execution of this decision will only push the not-so-brazen gay seminarians farther back in the closet in order to continue to serve and fulfill their calling. And you know what happens when one suffers to much restraint... 


Have you ever heard of any openly gay Catholic priest who molested his parishoners? NO!!!


Those priests who have gotten in trouble live as straight men. A good number of them obviously lost the drive to contain their sexual desires any longer and have succumbed to their insatiable fits of pedophilia/sexual abuse.


This is not some noble quest to protect the seminary and the followers of the Catholic Church. This is an overt display of discrimination against gay men--a modern-day witch hunt!


What will they think of next and why the hell do we still put up with this?


Times like this make me feel ashamed to be a Roman Catholic.


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THE NEW YORK TIMES
September 23, 2005


Gay Men Ponder Impact of Proposal by Vatican


By LAURIE GOODSTEIN


Word that the Vatican is likely to issue instructions soon that could bar most gay men from joining the priesthood has set off a wave of anger and sadness among some gay priests and seminarians who say they may soon have to decide whether to stay or leave, to remain silent or to speak out.


"I do think about leaving," said a 30-year old Franciscan seminary student. "It's hard to live a duplicitous life, and for me it's hard not to speak out against injustice. And that's what this is."


In telephone interviews on Thursday with gay priests and seminarians in different parts of the country, all were adamant that their names not be used because they feared repercussions from their bishops or church superiors.


"I find that I am becoming more and more angry," said a 40-year-old priest on the West Coast who said he had not decided whether to reveal his homosexuality publicly. "This is the church I've given my life to and I believe in. I look at every person I come in contact with as someone who's created in the image and likeness of God, and I expect that from the church that I'm a part of. But I always feel like I'm 'less than.' "


The fears by gay priests and seminarians intensified this week after news reports from the Vatican that a long-awaited church document will bar gay men, even those who are celibate, from becoming Roman Catholic priests.


For years, most American seminaries and religious orders have not barred gay candidates outright, instead trying to discern in each case whether the man was capable of living the celibate life.


The ban would pertain only to candidates for the priesthood, not to those already ordained.


The church is also beginning an examination this month of American seminaries in which faculty members and students will be interviewed on admissions policies, adherence to Catholic moral doctrine, adequacy of preparation for celibacy and whether there is "evidence of homosexuality" in the seminary. Their reports will take years to complete.


Church officials say those measures will help address conditions that led to the priest sexual abuse scandal that resurfaced in Boston in 2002 and spread to many dioceses. A study commissioned by the American bishops found last year that nearly 80 percent of those abused were boys.


Some conservative priests welcomed the changes. The Rev. John Trigilio Jr., president of the Confraternity of Catholic Clergy, a conservative 400-member group based in Harrisburg, Pa., said that barring gay men from seminaries was "for their own good," just as the church once barred epileptics from the priesthood.


"It's pretty much the same thing," Father Trigilio said. "The work and the ministry of the priesthood is going to be too demanding and will put a strain on them. He's going to have to spend five to eight years in a seminary where he's only going to be with men."


One gay seminarian in his 30's responded that such reasoning was "ridiculous" and that he has lived harmoniously for four years with a group of mostly heterosexual seminarians.


"Homosexual men are socialized differently," he said. "We have spent our whole lives living and working with other men. We've been on the same school teams, shared the same locker rooms, been in the same fraternities, and we are accustomed to being around people to whom we are attracted. To suggest that because one has a homosexual orientation one is unable to control one's sexual impulses is, frankly, insulting."


He said "it would be hard to imagine" staying in the seminary, because "I take very seriously the church and the authority of the episcopacy."


Gay priests say they are being scapegoated for crimes committed by pedophiles and covered up by bishops who never faced any discipline. The interviews made clear that they now had the strong sense of being persecuted by their own church.


"I feel like a Jew in Berlin in the 1930's," said a 48-year-old gay priest who has spent 18 years in a religious order. He said he was considering donning a pink triangle - the symbol used by the Nazis - and getting heterosexual priests and members of the laity to wear the triangles as a protest.


Many of the gay priests said that the expected Vatican policy and the seminary visits would drive gay priests more deeply underground and create the same unhealthy, sexually repressed climate that prevailed in seminaries before reforms in the 1980's and 90's.


Some priests say they fear that by rejecting homosexual candidates the church will only worsen its shortage of priests. "It's like they have this plan to empty the church," said a gay priest on the East Coast.


Some church conservatives argue that, on the contrary, if seminaries bar homosexuals, more heterosexuals will step forward.


Sister Katerina Schuth, a professor at St. Paul's Seminary at the University of St. Thomas in St. Paul who studies Catholic seminaries, said there was no evidence for that theory and added, "That is reasoning and speculation by people who have not spent any, or much time in seminaries."


Among parishioners at Our Lady of Perpetual Help in Sunset Park, Brooklyn, a working-class ethnically mixed neighborhood, worshipers leaving a Mass yesterday were divided on whether the policy would be helpful.


Helen Dunn, a retired teacher, said it was important to weed out gay men at the seminary level, "because that's where the problems start."


"They're looking for something they can't get," Ms. Dunn added.


Bruno Basedy, 55, an immigrant from Colombia, said that homosexuality was "no good" and demonstrated acceptable conduct by singing the theme from Wagner's wedding march.


But Max Gonzalez, 52, a retired phone company worker who arrived at the church just after Mass ended, said gay priests "don't bother me, as long as they're not bothering the kids."


Patrick Murphy, 37, an unemployed man who attended the Mass, said that while he considered homosexuality "an abnormality of the soul," he did not feel it was incompatible with a calling to serve God, nor did he think it appropriate for the church to try to purge celibate gays from the seminary.


"A person who chooses to be celibate is doing a noble act," Mr. Murphy said. "They're choosing to become sexual martyrs. So their sexuality shouldn't be exploited."


Several priests in New York said they were troubled by the direction that the Vatican seemed to be taking.


Msgr. Denis Herron, pastor of St. Teresa's Church in Woodside, Queens, said a commitment to celibacy was more important than a seminarian's sexual orientation.


"Some people can't make that commitment, and that can be heterosexuals or homosexuals," Monsignor Herron said. "I'm concerned that this could turn into a witch hunt."

Monday, September 19, 2005

LOVE and the jaded New Yorker

They say holding out is a mature and healthy thing to do, but I also think that wallowing in your own sentiment just to keep your cool and hold your ground is both selfish and counter-productive.

I'm saying this because I feel I've become so jaded that I insist on waiting for the other one to say "I love you" before I can own up to my own feelings.

Is delaying such gratification a sign of emotional growth, or have I simply become too cautious for my own good?

Why have I allowed myself to turn one quick but meaningful proclamation into a silly test of endurance?

Wish I knew.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

it takes one to kiss one

A transcript of some out-of-the-blue, back-and-forth text messaging between me and my friend, RP, this afternoon...


 

RP: we totally made out last night

Frisky: seems to be the trend everytime we share a cab and are both very drunk

RP: ooh the scandal! love it.

Frisky: u dirty ho!

RP: takes one to know one

Frisky: it takes one to kiss one

Friday, August 19, 2005

closure principle

I guess even the tamest of dogs can and will bite back.  I just realized today that he had taken me off his myspace and friendster networks.


Who can blame him? I've pushed him away enough--blocked him from my aol account and have not responded to any of his calls and messages.


The good thing is that it does help me move on. JS asked me the other night if I still feel for him. I admitted to JS that I am still love him immensely but moving on is getting easier everyday.  I've been so lonely. I'm surrounded by more men than I could ever ask for, dating here and there, party left and right and socializing more than ever yet I feel incomplete.  I've been getting a lot of attention from a lot of men but I simply haven't met the one I want to take seriously.  I'm exhausted and definitely lost.


I need to stop looking for HIM.  I need to stop looking, period. 


My current mental and emotional states have rendered me totally unfocused with ZERO motivation. I can't get my career a jumpstart because I'm too busy partying and doing anything just to keep from feeling lonely. For now, the alcohol definitely helps.  The crazy friends I party with do much in building my confidence and making me forget. The thing is that I know I'm way better than this.


I just need to find other ways to distract myself from loneliness.


I'm tempted to open his profiles and see what's going on with his life, but I can't just let myself go like that. I know I'd once again dump myself into another pit of depression and that won't do me any good right now.  The closure principle definitely applies.


God I miss him.

Monday, August 01, 2005

LOST IN TRANSLATION: Iran hangs 2 gay teens in public


In their final moments, Iranians Ayaz Marhoni and Mahmous Asgari are fitted with nooses at a death penalty spectacle.


This is a difficult blog for me to write.  For one, the details of this specific case are hazy at best but I can't help from expressing how upset and deeply bothered I feel after hearing the news.


My initial reaction was to lash out about how cruel and barbaric the Iranian goverment has been towards its gay citizens (one of them is barely 17 years old!). Then I thought about it and I figured such a delicate issue does merit ample research. 


After reading some more articles regarding this tragic event, however, I found myself even more confused.


Was it pedophelia? 


The Iranian government has successfully immobilized the Human Rights Campaign and several other LGBT/Human Rights activists all over the world by simply claiming that the two boys had been caught molesting a 13-year old. 


But the initial reports had NO mention of such an act.  The Iranian government also claimed that the details of child molestation may have been lost in translation because of the initial frenzy and excitement that arose from the controversy--that the facts had been there all along and that the reports simply had been misread.


Too many questions and the answers are never good enough.


Whatever the truth is behind the execution of those two adolescent boys, I am deeply bothered that we aren't well informed enough or care to be informed by and about the events that happen beyond our backyards.


Here's one truth: As we sit in our favorite gay bars or prance shirtless in some gay club in the sweaty arms of some trick-who-will-do-for-now, Iran has been and will continue to hang homosexuals in public--whether the case is pedophilia or simply being intimate with someone of the same sex.


If we don't know what we're up against--how can we fight it?


Related Articles:

Iran Executes Two Teens

Hangings Awaken Long-Overdue Outrage

 



 

Saturday, July 23, 2005

YOU'RE TOO LATE: The songs I’ve been listening to in a love/hate letter.


This is where I say I've had enough.  No one should ever feel the way that I feel now. A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises and I don't believe that I'm getting any better.   Still I HAVE to get better.


 



Walking Open Wound flirts with the paparazzi


 


As for now I'm going to hear the saddest songs and sit alone and wonder how you're making out.


 


But as for me, I wish that I was anywhere with anyone… making out.


 


I'm throwing away the letters that I am writing you. They would never do.  I would never do. NEVER!

So don't be a liar. Don't tell me, "Everything's working," when everything's broken. You smile like a saint but you PLAY like a sailor and your eyes say the joke is on me (that’s what you think).


 


And you are an ass. You lie, and you deny then you fake your calm. You take it all in vain the beauty right beneath your nose. I'm tired of this mess and of dancing with you. So it’s over, yep—it’s over now that this thing between you and me is dying and I'm DYING to get out. 


 


Don't you see that the charade is over?  You win.  All the "Best Deceptions" And "Clever Cover Story" Awards go to you.  You’ve HURT me hard and this will be the last time that I let you.


 


Now the phone is ringing and I know that it's you (and my screen is flashing and it’s guess who?) trying to catch a glimpse of who is winning this game.


 


I’m ignoring the phone (not paying attention to your messages) I'd rather say nothing, I'd rather you'd never hear from me. I know what you're thinking and I know what you're going to say and I know what you're going to try. So just save it this time for somebody who cares and for somebody who's there because I am gone.


 


You’re calling too late—too late to be gracious.  And you do not warrant long good-byes. Uh-huh. You're calling too late.


 


 


….my sincerest gratitude to Chris Carrabba and Richard Cortez


 

Thursday, July 21, 2005

A day of beginnings

Only because I refuse to refer to some of them as "endings."


First off, today is the day Mom and Dad, ak.a. Joe and Ricky, left for their big move to Ohio. Not necessarily an ending, right? :-) They're there to start a new life, but I know it's not the end of our wonderful friendship. I'm going to miss them, yes, but I am soooo happy for them.


I should dedicate a nice blog to them.


Had dinner with RP before meeting at LL's with the rest of the dance team. AM's back--yay! I was delighted to see her join our meeting after a long hiatus.  We're jumpstarting the launch of Streak with a website, an audition and preparations for our first official gig scheduled on August 7th.


Back to RP. The more I get to know him, the more I like him.  I was glad we were able to take some time to meet up since we rarely ever get to hang out and converse without being intoxicated.  Hehe.  We had Mexican and it was his treat. How nice.


Went to the gym after I got home because I consumed waaay too much food today. From that big italian lunch to celebrate a co-worker's birthday and more carbs and fat at Salsa y Salsa. I plan on going to Fire Island this weekend and I simply CANNOT look bloated! Vanity, vanity.


Went online after the gym and got am IM from MS.  He said he understands we aren't speaking, but he was concerned about BC. First of all, I'm so sick of BC being self-destructive. He knows what he's doing to himself, clinging to a man who feels nothing for him and is taking advantage of that and now doing drugs because he can't deal just being Dom's friend.  What a crock of shit! I'm sick of it. Sick, sick, sick!  BC seems to like it when he gets his friends to feel sorry for him. I'm tired of being there for him when he refuses to take care of himself. I'm not his mother, so that's that!


More importantly, I don't care to speak to MS. After that Fire Island incident, I have lost the desire to establish any form of contact with him. I had asked Baby Sis to collect my stuff from MS's apartment because I simply do not want to see him and have to speak to him. Call me evasive, but unlike BC, I refuse to be someone's emotional doormat.


I ignored MP's message and blocked his screennames from my chat list.  That's the end of it for now.  I was compelled to compose a blog because of this.  I compiled a medley of some pertinent song lyrics into what I call a love/hate letter.  I feel better now. Door closed. No more blogs about MS.


I've officially begun to move on.

Monday, July 18, 2005

Sperm, Interrupted.

A friend sent me a link to this ad that was aired in Europe for the Oslo Gay Pride Festival that took place last month.


I seriously had to pick my (bubbly but super-duper firm) butt off the office floor from laughing so hard!


Here's a link if you're curious to see it. Go ahead and click on the thumbnail.



"Dude, where's my egg?"

P.S. Not that I'm promoting unsafe sex or anything, but this definitely took me by surprise. My apologies in advance for those who might find this offensive.


P.P.S. GET THE HELL OVER IT!


P.P.P.S  (July 20th) Unfortunately, some people didn't get it. After the proud sperm beats the rest at the race to get to the egg, he realizes that there is no egg -- he's in another man's rectal cavity. Kapeesh?  Jeez people, do I have to spell it out for you?!? 

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

zombie therapy

Went along with my good friend, ADL, to see George Romero's Land of the Dead and I'm so surprised to be in such a good mood.  Nothing like some good ol' rotting zombies tearin' up people's limbs and guts to lift one's spirits.


At the rate I'd been going the past week or so, all I can say is beggars can't be choosers. Hehe.


P.S. I'm hungry.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

YOU WIN! Please be happy now.

Good move.  You totally caught me off guard today and I want to be the one to say, "Congrats! You've won." 


One great thing I like about you is how you continue to amaze me.  I NEVER would have thought you were capable.  My compliments to your impeccable timing as usual.  You couldn't have chosen a better time than to do it in front of all our friends this afternoon.  Serves me right for underestimating you.

So as I light a cigarette to toast your victory, I insist that you revel in the pain and the misery that I know I would never have (and I never will) cause you under any circumstance.


I want the satisfaction you're feeling from your sheer insensitivity to linger for as long as possible:  joy is the best possible parting gift I can give someone I'm now ashamed to say I once loved more than myself.

Best wishes --




Busy bee takes a day off...



Jones Beach this morning: I know I need a pedicure, so shut up!


Was a pretty enough day to head out to the beach and get some sun. Yay!  I was supposed to go with my friends today, but I didn't really make that much effort to wake them up this morning -- we were, after all, out until at least 4 am --  and we were supposed to meet at 7 am.

It played out well because I didn't realize until I got there how much I needed some alone time. True, I've had a lot of free time since graduation day, but I haven't really had time to be alone and relax.  I've spread myself just as thinly as I usually did when I was in school.

Funny how some of us manage to stay so busy regardless of what our priorities are.


 

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

MATURITY SUCKS!

Tonight, I just ended a 2 week sexual affair with one helluva gorgeous man.



Sebastian wanted too much, too soon, and although I share his sentiment, I know in my heart that at this point, I'm just not ready to start another committed relationship--much less sustain it.


I've been holding back from calling him on my way home from his place to say I've changed my mind and that I'm willing to give us a try. 


But the truth is that we're both headed in very different directions in our lives. And as much as it frustrates me, I need to acknowledge and remember  that we're complete opposites when the bedroom doors open. We're simply too different.


We agreed to stay friends, but I don't know if he's going to want to pursue a platonic frienship after I let him down. 


It would suck not to be able to spend as much time with him in the future and although I know I will definitely miss losing myself in those gorgeous pale green eyes, or waking up to realize he'd been holding me in his arms all night, or hear him whisper in my ear sweet nothings in Spanish (he's Argentine) as we make love, and definitely feeling so damn sexy everytime he looks at me, I still  haven't forgotten how much I had suffered the consequences of rushing into a relationship that I wasn't ready for.


If this is something that I am supposed to be thanking myself later on, then I had better be extremely grateful because right now...


MATURITY SUCKS STINKY ASS!!!


 

Friday, May 20, 2005

CHICKEN SH*T

So tonight was my last shot to ask James S. out. Been checkin' him out every night in my media planning class all semester and I had planned on giving him my business card after my final presentation. I even wrote some i'm-trying-to-be-so-nonchalant-about-it note on the back with my mobile number.

I felt ready after a kick-ass presentation--he was up next.

I was expecting for him and I to cross paths on my way out while he made his way to the interview room .  Professor changed his mind and went back to the holding room to go through his last set of presentations there. So James took a 180 and followed the professor's lead.

But James was right in front of me for 3 flat seconds before that! I could have just handed the damn card to him, smiled, and walked away. But nooooooooo. The boy who calls himself "Frisky" froze like a garden gnome.

I'm so chickenshit.

love,
Frisky McNugget

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

in the company of a (straight) gentleman

Like most gay men I know, carrying on a conversation with another straight man you've just met is not so easy, much less building and sustaining a platonic friendship with him.

For a lot of gay guys, this may come really easy. But for me, it never has. Come to think of it, this “void” is a result of a sheer lack of effort on my part to reach out. If I’m not frozen on one corner with nothing to say, I’m purposefully being obnoxious (my defense mechanism) to intimidate rather than be intimidated.

Both approaches, unfortunately, have yielded the same result.

I have long forced myself out of trying to blend in with straight boys since the day I came out, having lived most of my childhood and teen life trying to be “just one of the goddam boys.”

I've cornered myself into having mostly gay men and women to call my friends.

So I made a pact with myself this year that I would make an effort to gain more straight guy friends and widen my social horizon. The first few months have been tough on me that I hadn't really bothered to hold myself to my own promise.

To make matters even more challenging, a recent one-night stand with a known straight guy left me questioning my motive. Was I in this because of the possibility of ending up in bed with a straight man (and bask in the glory my conquest) or are my intentions really noble?

Hanging out with my 2 new straight roommates have been a hoot so far. I’m at least finally able to sit down at a pub, watch baseball and enjoy mug after mug of stale beer. But the way these dudes act around me, I’m getting the impression that they STILL don’t know I’m gay. Now I don’t know if it’s because my roommates are totally clueless or if they’re just ridiculously polite since I know I can tip anyone’s gaydar from miles away.

To their defense, I haven’t really opened up to them about it. Don't get me wrong--I am proud to be gay, but I refuse to let my sexual orientation define me! I don't walk into a room and yell out "I'm gay" at every chance I get. It's just like walking up to them and saying I'm a big scrabble freak. Haha. There is more to me than just being gay. So how am I supposed to do it? Sit them down like I did my parents and come out to them? Simply not my style. I want it to just casually come out because it really isn't AND shouldn't be a big deal.

So for a sec there, I got even more confused: I am shoving myself back in the closet just to be able to hang with straight guys? The progress I was making felt more like I had taken two giant steps back. ::lament:: :: lament::

Today, however, was different. I came home feeling a lot less confused.

I had spent most of the afternoon and the early part of this evening having a series of good discussions with a straight male coworker during this afternoon trip our boss had invited us to. The conversation carried on at our team dinner as we celebrated some collective and individual triumphs (including my upcoming graduation).

Somehow, I’m totally comfortable opening up to this guy—something I hadn’t allowed myself to enjoy in a long time. I’ve hung out with him and some colleagues before but never really took the time to get to know him and not to sound corny, but I was amazed that I’d confided as much as I did in him tonight. With him, I didn’t have to paint my face another color to hold his interest--he was respectful as he was irreverent, but never offensive.

The best part of this whole deal is the fact I didn't get the "special" treatment from him that I usually get from my interactions with straight guys--you gay boys know what I mean: the caution, the distance and the fear that I might hit on them.

What the hell is it anyway with most straight guys who think that just because I'm gay, I'd hit on anyone who has a dingdong? I digress--this will have to be another blog.

I'm happy about today because satisfaction that I feel right now arises not from the fact that I had just made some connection with a hot guy. It is because I genuinely feel that I had noble intentions the whole time I was with him—that I am actually beginning to believe that I am capable of establishing a platonic connection with a legitimate straight man without scaring him away.

Now I wonder if this is something I can sustain.

Monday, April 25, 2005

cheese puff strikes again

 A song from my childhood days seems to not want to get out of my head at the moment. It was recorded by Depeche Mode but is not typically their style. I've never heard it playing on the radio or anywhere else in my 8 years in the US, so when I do hear it playing on my iPod, I milk the fucking moment. Here are the words--modified the pronouns a bit, so if you know this song, don't bitch and ruin the moment.

SOMEBODY
by Depeche mode

I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
He'll get my support
He will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
He will hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact he'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
He will understand me

I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and with every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detest
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear
Of those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
And things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it

::sigh:: I feel much better now. Tee hee.

Please tell me I'm not the only one who likes this song!!!

Friday, April 22, 2005

GAY ASIAN BOYS WHO GO LOW-CARB ON OTHER GAMS: why, oh, why are you repelled by your own kind?

So here I was checkin' out some chatrooms on gay.com (shut up--you do it, too!) and not that I'm surprised, but what is up with the INTRA-racial GAM-a-phobia?

 Where in gay hell have all the "stickies" gone today?

Most of the GAM profiles I had viewed today, as well as in the past, more than likely emphasize on an asian man's pursuit of gwm and/or latino booty. So I decided to perform a little experiment. I made it a point to say hi only to asian men. I sent 20 private messages and got just one response. And all this boy had to say was "sorry, not into asians." 

If this isn't self-loathing, then I'm really Kirstey Alley's famous kankles!

Now I respect everyone's preferences.  But as common as this happens in the US, I still find it silly when an asian boy claims he's not into other asian boys without EVER giving it a shot.

Heck! Even I had a girlfriend for 9 months right before I came out .  A significant part of that decision was to get to know myself better and be able to honestly and confidently claim that I'm REALLY not into women. Selfish, yes--but I was a damn good straight BF! Hehehe. Anyways, I digress...

I'm not asking you boys to go muff-diving anytime soon, but please hear me out.  It's one thing to have a preference, but it's ridiculous for you to not give yourself a chance to know what it's like and be so dismissive towards your own kind like that.

And what is this stigma with GAMs who do like other GAMs? Why does the term "sticky rice" always have such a negative connotation? What is wrong with a man who has appreciation for his own kind?

Now I know I shouldn't be the one to preach. I admit that all my commited relationships had, so far, been with skinny white guys who look nothing like me.  But that doesn't mean I haven't had my serving of white, brown and well, sticky rice. Hehehe. I'm proud to say that I'm not "lo-carb" when it comes to boys. 

HERE'S MY BEEF: there are these gay-sian boys who constantly whine about how Western culture/media portrays us as either neutered or androgynous or simply incapable of being "sexy." Now I would love for the rest of the world to look at and treat me like a piece of meat--but I SERIOUSLY think that should start from our own gay asian community.

Dude, EVEN rice queens have a helping of potato every now and then.

Wake up and smell the kim-chi baby boy! If you can't even appreciate the beauty of your own race, how can you expect others to do the same?

Thursday, April 21, 2005

cheese puff

You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone
to push you away

There's always another
wound to discover
There's always something more
you wish he'd say

He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be

He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why


How sad is it that I find the cheesiest songs to relate to?  I can deal with the loneliness, but the sting of rejection lingers like a clingy bitch.

It's a phase.  I'll feel better tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Things I Need to Remember Should I (ever) Be (caught) in a Relationship Again

1. I would willingly take another theatric plunge into the deep, perilous waters that we call “romantic love” with the following provision: a stunt double.  Either this or a manual to go with the next guy who shows up at my doorstep (preferably with Veuve Clicquot and condoms).

 

 2. Honesty is not to be confused with crudeness.  I have gotten myself into so much trouble because of things I would say that are relayed with less tact than an inebriated Joan Rivers.   

 

3.  have yet to master the art of B.S.  The art (and science) of keeping one’s foot at a safe distance from one’s own mouth after having said something so carelessly (or oftentimes deliberately) vile that cannot be undone is a tough skill to learn. Sad to say, one’s opportunity to master this art arises only in real-life situations.  

 

4. I need to avoid (unnecessarily) stressful scenarios.  To define the term, I’d like to quote a poster that I had on my bedroom wall in my years as a closeted “bisexual” struggling to be understood: Stress is what confusion creates when the mind must override the body’s basic desire to choke the living crap out of some idiot who desperately needs it. Too many times I’ve dug my own grave by adding unnecessary stress to my already overfilled handful.  The more irrelevant outside issues a person brings in to the relationship, the harder it is to work things out.  Stress causes acne, too.  So if not for love, honey, do it for vanity.

 

5. Fighting is no good.  This is especially important to remember in the morning when both of you just woke up. That, right there, is a lose-lose scenario.  Carrying on with the battle will equally be unappealing because the exchange results in shouts at close range, leaving room for the probability of suffocating one’s beloved with rockets of spoiled, pungent saliva spewing from an angry morning mouth. Reconciliation would be just as unpleasant since kissing to make up become a bit more challenging when faced with each other’s morning breath.

 

6. Make love, not war.  I know, I know.  Total cliché, eh?  It does not hurt to live by this rule.  Before you roll your eyes on me, consider this: would you rather fight and kill, or would you rather get laid? Would it really be reasonable declare war against him for forgetting to pick you up at the train station because he was too busy partying while you were standing in the freezing snow? Or wouldn’t it be wiser instead to just allow him make it up to you by giving you a nice full-body massage as his way of saying, “I’m sorry that I’m a self-centered little bastard,” a prelude to a wild night of being ravaged by him under the sheets?  I don’t know about you, but I’m really easy. 

 

7. Fighting can be good.   Let’s face it: real couples fight.  So when lovers do quarrel, it is important to look at the bright side.  A big fight almost always ends up with some great make-up sex.  Though “make-up sex,” unfortunately, is not a guarantee (some dorks prefer to cuddle), it is a really good way turning a hopeless situation around (CAUTION: not to be confused with “pity sex.” It hardly makes a difference to me, though, because like I mentioned earlier, I’m REALLY easy).  So a fight can be an effective aphrodisiac if you know what you’re doing.  I think with this in mind, I can either learn to be a lot more forgiving, or be more volatile when I’m extremely horny.

 

8. I need to show appreciation for his friends.  The reason why he has platonic friendships with them and has a romantic relationship with you and only you is mostly because he is least likely to run off with his so-called friends.  The need to work on not being jealous of my (future) partner’s friends is very crucial.  Next to food, this is the best way to his heart.  Besides, I am probably more likely to run off with his friends than he ever will be.

 

9. I need to remember to do #8 in moderation.  Like I said, I am probably more likely to run off with his best friend that he ever will be. So unless you’re meant to be his buddy’s little bitch, try not to run off with any of his friends. You think I’m being redundant, you say?  Well, I think you’re being too nitpicky!  Get over yourself.

 

10. When it feels it’s time for him to go, to let him go.  STOP BEING A CLINGY BITCH! Holding someone back just to make him keep a commitment is the worst thing one can do in a relationship—not just to his lover but also to himself.  To his lover, because of the resentment that will inevitably arise from being held back.  Anger thrives where growth is hindered.  I need to learn to believe myself when I say that if he’s mine, he’s mine.  No matter where he goes or whom he meets, he will find his way home.  If he doesn’t, then I’ll have to just look at this list all over again and get myself ready for the next candidate until I chance upon the one who will stay. 

Saturday, April 09, 2005

crocus pocus

My first sighting of the early-spring crocus made me think of him (again). I found the pretty purple flower bud dangling sleepily as Bear and I walked Lucy Liu to the dog run.

"Spring has definitely arrived!" I tugged at Bear's sleeve as I pointed to the crocus in sheer excitement. It was when I stopped to admire the little flower that I realized I no longer had Matt to share that moment.

I was enjoying my very first crocus sighting this year by myself for, well, the first time. It stung a little looking back and thinking about how I found it absolutely adorable every time Matt would take the time to stop and admire something so simple yet gratifying as a tiny flower greeting the early spring.

It was there when things finally started to sink in—I really do miss having Matt around. I gave myself 2 seconds, a good sigh and a shrug before I turned around to catch up with Bear and Lucy.

As weird as it may sound, I appreciate bittersweet mornings like this. The tidal waves of emotion that simultaneously arise do a damn good job of reminding me that I'm capable of feeling anything at all.

I'm not heartbroken at all. In fact, I had been numb for a while now. Part of that has recently been alcohol-induced (not getting drunk—a nice buzz is enough to clear your mind) and mostly because I have been working so hard to control and suppress my emotions for the past year and a half that I’ve ended up having some difficulty feeling anything at times. The alcohol is a short-term refuge on my part and is somewhat inevitable (riiiiiiiight…) as the separation has definitely allowed for time to catch up with friends whom I hadn’t been in decent touch with.

Spring is going to be a bit tough on me. Everything about it will remind me of him. The flowering magnolias, the shy little snowdrop blossoms peeking through the remnants of a miserable winter, tulips dancing along with the cool spring breeze, the fragrance of gardenia and jasmine and the earthy scent of rain as it hits the ground—I’ll just have to brace myself.

Amazing how one little crocus blossom can pack such a strong dose of reality.