Work and 'Ween

First off, I'm glad everyone's doing fine while I was at my wits' end.

I just thought it'd be ironic to write about this article at work.  My favorite line being:

Corporate America has also been alarmed at the prospect of workers actually writing blogs from their desks.

Isn't this ironic?  And not like Alanis' ironic.  (Right?!)

In my opinon, reading blogs is not the worse thing people could be doing during working hours.

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It's Halloween!  I've got an idea for a costume in mind, I just have to make it.  If it turns out the way I want it to, I'll share.  Otherwise, forget I said anything at all.

Have a fun and safe weekend!  And remember to look out for the little ones - Safety First.  Like my momma always says, "Check to make sure their parents are not looking before you knock 'em down and steal their candy."¹

¹ Okay, she never said that.  My mom's one of the nicest people around!  How the hell did I turn out like this?

Perspective

Been busy.  With work, with life, everything.  I hope things slow down soon.

Even though things didn't work out as planned on Friday, it turned out to be an okay night.  Even though it rained Saturday, I found someone some way to help me take my mind off of the dreary weather.  Twice.  Thrice.

So, how are you?

You... Complete Me

A hobby of mine is to figure out how compatible I am with someone I'm attracted to.  Since Brad and Raoul won't return my phone calls, I've had to settle with figuring our astrological compatibility.  Actually, it's one of my favorite hobbies.

I'm a Gemini.  And one thing I've learned is that I'm compatible with Aries, Aquarius, Leo, and Libra.  Sadly, Brad is a Sagittarius.  Thankfully, I don't just limit myself to celebrities; I've started scouring blogdom in search for some perfect astrological match(es).

First I will be drawn in by their writing.  Who am I kidding, first is their cute little head shot.  Then their writing - thoughts, opinions, personality.  And when they put up their obligatory birthday post, shwing!  I look up their astrological sign, compare, and start fantasizing!  With astrological ammo in hand, I dream about our imaginary relationship, our house with white picket fence, our upper west side apartment complete with our teacup yorkie, Mr MoochyBoochy, our escapades to Paris.  That's after the first few fantasies of getting FDDSN¹, of course.

I'm not going to divulge who I've been fanta-stalking (however, you're welcome to), but there's one virgo out there who I would quit my job to be his slave (even though our passion will fizz out quickly) and an aquarian where I have a hard time finding anything better than being his bottom boy sex toy.

In the end, I don't really take these things too seriously.  It's entertaining and hours of fun.  And the best part is you can use it to convince that hot guy to head back to your place and "figure out how compatible you both really are".  Can you believe that actually worked?  It was probably the Gemini in me.  The one on me didn't hurt either.

¹ FDDSN means "Freaky-Deaky, Dirty, Sweaty, and Nasty".

Flied Lice

A strange thing happened this afternoon, but to fully understand the complexity of the situation, I believe a prologue is necessary.

Fall has finally arrived.  The weather in New York City has taken a chilly turn.  I celebrated this change by digging out all my Fall and Winter clothing.

Among the heavy coats, chunky merino wool sweaters, and cotton thermal undergarments I found a gift that a family friend bought for me when she went to Shanghai: a dark blue silk jacket embossed with a distinctly shimmering pattern of circles; the larger ones depicting dragons - the Chinese symbol for royalty and power.

Silk is a good insulator, coupled with light padding, my blue Shanghai jacket was perfect for the cooler city weather.  It was time for me to take it out for a spin.  I tried to update the look by donning a FCUK corduroy flat cap, but the reflection in the mirror told me "Chinese paper boy from the 60's".

That's fine.  It's vintage.  And vintage is always in.

For lunch, I thought it appropriate to visit my favorite Chinese restaurant.  I picked up my order of spicy ma-po tofu with white rice, chatted briefly with the manager who complimented me on my coat and headed back to the office.

And then the lobby security guard stopped me.  They've never stopped me before.  "What floor?" he asked.  "Six" I said as walked by him, flashing my I.D. badge.  It was only after I got off the elevator that I realized what had just happened: the guard didn't think I was a fashionista, he thought I was a delivery boy.  Can you believe that?  [Click here if you can!]

When was the last time your pork fried rice was delivered by someone dressed like this?!

Thanks?

So I got reviewed¹ by From 35000 Feet.  Not too bad.  One category I got a low score on was 'Hotties', and so did Groovy.  Uhm.. hello, hello, and hello (click link).

Okay, so they're just pictures of me and my torso.  But hey, this blog is about me.  And my life.  And the naked porn stars I see having sex on stage.

Regardless, I appreciate your review, BSB.  Now all of you go bombard him with review requests!

¹ The review was solicited. Heh.

Catching Up

Okay, I think I redeemed myself from the "preservative pasta" by cooking fresh vegetables.  Yes!  Fresh!  As in from the market!  With them, I made a delicious wild mushroom herbed rice pilaf with onions and garlic and a side broccoli.  And it was good.

Columbus Weekend

Even though it rained last weekend, I braved it.  On my adventures, I flirted with my piano player, got burned by him, and got treated nicely by him and her.  I even went to my first (and last) DaitBait in the torrential downpour.

Although it was nice to meet some new people, most of them were over 30, and the only person I found interesting and attractive decided he didn't feel the same way about me.  Having that glass of red wine with dinner really did make the evening go by quicker.

All in all, I had a great time.  The best part were the priceless things people said to me:

"I'm not gay, but do you want to dance?"
"You're my rival!  Stop it!  Stop making me laugh!"
"If anyone can turn him, you can."
"Seriously, I was the only kid in junior high with a tailored blue velvet suit!"

Picture Perfect Porn

On Columbus Day, I went to the Gay Erotic Expo.  Just $15 got me a ticket to browsing discount dvds, a free movie ticket, and watching porn stars have sex on stage.  It proved to be the most popular picture I took so far (link nsfw?).

It was my first Gay Erotic Expo, and I just don't get it.  There really wasn't that much there, and after a few moments, the novelty of it all wore off.  I'd rather be a participant than a spectator.  That, and just being around a whole bunch of fat, old, sleazy guys was just, well, fatoldeazy.

The only redeeming factor was the free condoms and lube.  Okay, fine, seeing hot naked porn stars was kinda cool, too.

Dinner and Dessert

I made pasta last night.  It's what I like to call, 'Fresh? You don't need fresh!' pasta:  Garlic pan-fried spam (can) in a thick spicy arrabiata sauce (jar) served over a mound of al dente rotelle (box).  It was delicious.  Read more [+/-]

This isn't it.

For the story behind the picture see here.

C'mon Out!

Surprise, it's National Coming Out Day!  Considering Human Rights Campaign's theme this year is "Talk About It", it's surprising there isn't a lot of that going on.  Well, I guess most gay blogs "Talk About It" every single day.  But I digress.  Check out HRC's coming out stories.  I might even contribute my own.

More info about NCOD at wikipedia.org.

Ah, coming out.. seems like it was only last year that I came out to my family.  Of course I'll never forget the support I solicited had.

Happy Blogiversary!

Woohoo!  It's been a year since I moved from xanga and started this blog and I'm still here!  Check out the post I made that very first day!

Yea, well, I didn't say it was a good post.

Luckily, my posts have gotten much more interesting since then (if I have to say so myself); from meeting Augusten Burroughs to my coming out to living my life the way I want to and meeting some really great bloggers.

And OMG!  I just saw a big black wretched rat in my new apartment!  And by big I mean tiny.  And by rat I mean mouse.  And by wretched I mean I killed it (it ran behind a box and I squealed like a schoolgirl as I pounded the box against the wall with a broom).  And then my big straight man of a roommate picked it up, pretended to eat it, and put it in an empty spaghetti sauce jar (with some cheese of course; we had to give it a proper burial).

Eep!  That's enough excitement I've had for tonight!

Say what?

Who still gives O'Reilly credibility?  This time, he's comparing Irish immigration to enslavement of African-Americans!  For those who are dense like me (it took me a few minutes to realize this critical point): Africans did not have to leave!  What an idiot.

Regarding yesterday's post about the 'credible threat'.  Does anyone else think it's more than coincidental that that news story breaks right after the one about Bush vying for support on his war against terrorism?

On a brighter note, I've finally finished gathering all my pictures from Costa Rica!  There are hundreds I could have included, but after a month, I've cut them down to my favorite 71.  Enjoy!

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And on a sexy note, Sexual Theme Park!  Who wants to cum?!  (Sorry, I couldn't help it.)

Careful Out There in NYC

There's a "credible threat" (via 1010wins.com) for all you subway riders out there.  Remember, "If you see something, say something."

Most important of all, Don't panic!  Just be wary of every brown person you see out there with a backpack.

Also, this just in: Record Anti-Muslim Racists Poppin' Chubbies.

Story in the NYTimes.

Confidence: Food for Thought

Hi.  My name is Jase and I'm a Potato Queen¹.

Is it then hypocritical for me to complain about Rice Queens?

Okay, I won't.  But I will tell you that I'm starting to become more proactive when it comes to dating.  I'm done with being passive, waiting for the next Rice Queen to come hit on me.  I've always been told that if you want something, you need to go out and get it.

Prior to a few months ago, I have never told another guy I liked them (in the 'All I wanna do is zooma-zoom-zoom-zoom in a boom-boom' way).  I can trace it back to when I was in the closet.  Being in the closet, you didn't want anyone to know you liked boys, and admitting to another boy you liked him seemed just a tad counterintuitive.  I would compensate my lust for him by being rude, distant, and uninterested.  I even convinced myself they wouldn't be interested in me, not even as a friend.  Basically I was being a dick in denial.

The one time I did show some amiable feelings toward another guy, he accused me of being gay and then proceeded to tell everyone.  That pushed me even more into denial.  What's funny is if a guy friend I'm not attracted to accused the same thing, it wouldn't bother me.  But I digress.

Fast forward to now.  I'm out of the closet; but out of sheer habit, I continue to raise those mental warning flags, "Warning, he's attractive!  Don't look at him!  Start acting distant and rude so he doesn't know you like him!".  Old habits die hard.  I even catch myself acting hyper-masculine when meeting new people so they might think I'm straight.

I'm working to change that.  I'm going to be confident.  I'm going to take risks.  I'm going to go out there and get what I want.  That way, I have no reason to complain about Rice Queens and how I seem to only attract them.

And last Friday, when I was out with Groove [his account], Watersea, and TribecaT, I built up enough courage to approach two extremely hot men (that everyone at the bar was obviously staring at) and introduced myself.

I'm actually really proud of myself for doing that.  And it can only get better from here.

¹Potato is slang for a gay Caucasian male (something to do with Irish people and potatoes).  Check out Todd Wilson's Rice & Potatoes.