Thursday, June 29, 2006

Pride Weekend!

Happy HatAs you know, last weekend was Pride in NYC. I had the same itinerary as I did last year: Pride brunch, take in a bit of the parade, then volunteer for the Pier Dance. And like last year, I had an amazing time. But this year, I had more guests!

Jason came early in the morning and joined me for the brunch and parade. Kvn met us at the parade and volunteered at the dance. I was also joined by Charles and a gaggle of bloggers: Byrne, David, Traveling Spotlight, and Tuna Girl.

Last year, I was too scared to go out into the masses of shirtless, withering flesh and muscle. This year, I had other people to get squished along with me. For the most part, everyone was pretty civil, not a lot of pushing or stepping on toes.

Refreshing!That is, until J.Lo was about to perform - that's when them queens got ugly (and some uglier). People pushed and we were packed like a can of sardines. In a garbage compactor. Like J.Lo was going to hand out Fleet enemas or something. Most of them probably didn't like her all that much, but she's still my hot dancing boriqua mami. Caliente! I would have a billion pictures of her, but my cameras' battery died.

Other (semi-)famous people spotted at the dance: a shirtless and short-haired Carson and an adult entertainment industry star (who I courageously approached and took a picture with. For serious!)

See the rest of my 2006 pride pics, Jason's 'Better Than My' Pride pics, and David 'Super Hot' Pride pics.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Pride Week Recap

A lot has been going on.. and I've been going on a lot - but not on this blog, obviously. But it's Friday now; so I'm going to take this opportunity to diverge from my work responsibilities (shh!) and play catch up. After all, it is Pride Week - don't make me start a riot. Read more [+/-]

Don't Bruise the FruitLast Saturday, I attended and participated in the Anti-Violence Project's March Against Hate Crimes, otherwise known as the "This is New York City Bitch; You Can't Fuck With Us" march. Approximately 500 people showed up, including our host, Hedda Lettuce.

Meeting Jason earlier that morning, we headed to the location where Kevin Aviance was attacked (where the march starts), 14th st. and 1st ave, and met up with Crash and Charles. As the march began making its way down 13th street, the police quickly realized that the sheer amount of people could not (would not?) be limited to marching on the sidewalk.

So, with police escorting, we continued on, turning down 7th ave, to Christopher St park. Hedda continued her jib and then Kevin made an appearance; but after he left, so did we.

Rock HardOn Sunday, after a quick jaunt through the Renegade Craft Fair and a little bit of dim sum, I took Jason, my roommate, and my new girlfriend to Folsom Street East X! I wasn't as scared this time as I had more bodies to hide behind if some leather daddy came and tried to spank me. The sun was pounding down on us mercilessly and I felt sorry for the people in leather. It's hot, so you sweat, so the leather gets tighter, and you get even hotter. What a vicious cycle. Especially the one fellow with full scuba gear on - what's that all about?

Later that night, I went to my first Broadway Bares! (Thanks Charles!) It was a pleasure of running into mak (and his bf), patrick (and his gf, tunagirl), and even Crash too!

The show was great; incredibly entertaining, fun, and downright scandalous. It took me forever to find (and tip) that scantily clad hunk with the huge bat - and I was completely oblivious to the dancer who spread eagle right in front of me as I reached past him to bat-boy's undies; until he yelled at me, "Hello! I do this and you're going to tip him?!" Oops.

ReflectionTuesday, I went to the WYSIWYG Talent Show - Way Gay: Even Gayer Gay Gayness at the Bowery Poetry Club, where I lovingly bumped into evilbuddha, mike p, cscfon, david, and jake. I missed the first performer, but the rest of the show didn't disappoint. A lot of fun, a lot of laughs, and very gay.

One told a story about being told he bore resemblance to a Village Person on TV - something I could relate to, err, not the Village Person part. One spoke about dating mishaps - something I could also relate to. One spoke of "Good Butch" and "Bad Butch" then proceeded to recite rap lyrics. One performer spoke about going to an ex-gay camp - of which I couldn't relate too as I was so entranced by his work uniform: whitey tighties. Pictures here - you figure it out.

I went back to the Bowery Poetry Club on Wednesday for House of Xavier's Glam Slam 2006. Met mike p. there, had a beer, had some fun.

LA Pride MarchersYesterday (Thursday), my company had a GLBT networking event; though I missed him at the event, a high ranking officer of my group was there. Being so low in the pecking order, I've never met the guy, so I had no idea who he was. But he's gay! And after some 'research', I found out that he had just recently stepped out of the closet (and to my surprise, it turns out that a lot of other people in my company did the same - but I'm not one to gossip). Interesting.

After work was another company networking event at Vlada - they have delicious vodkas by the way. Then volunteer training at the Center (I'll be volunteering for Dance on the Pier 20 this Sunday! Come say 'Hi!'); Gym bar with Crash, kvn, patrick, and tunagirl; and ending the night at Splash.

Whew! It was a great week. Now I hope it doesn't rain on my parade.

Happy Pride ya'll!

See more pictures from my LA trip, AVP Rally, and Folsom Street East X.

Monday, June 19, 2006

True Colors

Cyndi Lauper is a transman. Just ask anyone else who attended Broadway Bares 16: New York Strip.

Her true colors? Pink and glittery. And 10 inches long.1 Hee!

But seriously, she did an awesome rendition of True Colors; and so did all five thousand of her backup singers. I'll admit that I joined in right along (although I barely knew the words to the chorus) and even got a little misty eyed. Damn you mob mentality!!

But the real highlight of the night? Bumping into her while she partook in the tipping2! Squeal!

1 Unfortunately, I don't have any pictures; but I'm sure they'll surface soon enough.
2 At the end of the show, the audience is encouraged to grope tip the performers to raise even more money!

Friday, June 16, 2006

What's Worse?

After a Red EyeWhat's worse than taking a red-eye from LA to New York on a Tuesday?

How about going to work the next day. And falling asleep during a meeting. With only four other people. And having one of them come up to you afterwards and telling you they saw you 'nodding off'.

But it was all worth it. (I was alert for 90% of the meeting anyway.)

In case you were wondering, that's me after the red-eye flight. Pretty, huh? More pictures and/or stories soon.

Friday, June 09, 2006

Goin' Rollin'

As in "rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice" (not that other one).

Butt PasteWhat's that mean? I'm treating myself to a birthday trip to Los Angeles, baby! The city of Angels and riots. Plastic and pumps. Fake boobs and fake tans. Gin and juice. Sun and sand. Steroids and back pimples. Should be a good time.

My main reason for this destination is because my boopy is currently there for work. And I want to make sure he remembers what New York City has to offer.

And wouldn't you know that my trip coincides with LA Pride! Oh yes, there will be pictures.

Ya'll have a wonderful weekend now, y'hear!

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

GB:NYC 3 Wrapup

GB:NYC 3I was SO excited when I found out the whole gay blog-o-sphere wanted to get together to celebrate my birthday. Then I realized it coincided with Gay Bloggers: New York City 3. Still, very cool nonetheless.

Friday was drinks at Barrage, where I got to meet some familiar and some new faces, like Bob, Sean, and Michael. I obstained from drinking as the effects of Thursday night were still alive and well.

The rain carried on into Saturday, which made it hard to attend the picnic I had planned to go to; which also meant that I didn't get to see that special St. Petersburgian. However, the arrival of another out of towner had cheered up (and blow me away).

Later that night, some more bloggers were headed to The Eagle to continue in the debauchery. I was estatic. The only other time I went was during Folsom East last year; and that time, I wasn't 'prepared' for it. This time, I was determined to dress for the part (the best I knew how with my current wardrobe); and what that means was wearing a leather cuff around my wrist and a leather belt around my neck.


Whatever, it was hot. And the night was awesome. I even spotted the 'I like your ASS-sets' guy (luckily he didn't recognize me).

By 12:00 am, it was officially my birthday and I made sure that everyone knew it. Ah, there's nothing like drunk hugs, I tell ya. Though no one thought to buy me a drink (Ha! I blew up all your spots!).

After a few hours of not being forced to binge drink until my liver failed, my new straight girlfriend called me up to another party. My roommate was there also, and surprisingly, no one there bought me drinks either. Has buying birthday drinks gone the way of leg warmers, out of fashion? WTF man, wtf.

But then again, I never need alcohol to have fun. And now, my pictures!

Monday, June 05, 2006

Need I Say More?

How I Spent My Birthday

Sunday, June 4, 2:23 am.

GB:NYC - III wrap up and pictures to come. In the meantime, busy yourself with this video.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Okay... NOW!

It's officially my birthday! Let the love pour in!

And yes, I just got home from having a great time with some bloggers, friends, and blogger friends! Whee!

Friday, June 02, 2006

I Hate Waking Up Drunk

It's June! Whee! That means it's time to celebrate PRIDE month and Gemini birthdays!

Happy Birthday Geminis! Let's celebrate!

Oops, too late, I already started. Last night I attended a 'Gemini Birthday Bash' at OWs, where I got to catch up with a few friends I haven't seen in ages. After some delicious finger food and drinks, I was ready to celebrate another Gemini's birthday at Splash; it was Campus Thursdays, and since I still look young (thank you Asian genes) and hot (thank you Abercrombie jeans) enough to pass being a college student, I got us in for free.

Fun was had by all; and after a few $3 Long Island, things started to become blurry. The few moments of clarity in the haze I call 'memories' are:

  1. getting splashed when someone threw a drink at the person standing next to me - and me thinking how I'd like nothing more than putting his nose through the back of his head,
  2. reaching the train station and realizing that my bag was still at the coatcheck,
  3. and singing loudly while on the train so I don't fall asleep and miss my stop (again).

And while I'm on the topic of drunken gayziness, I'll be headed to GB:NYC - III shortly. That's the annual gay blogger gettogether. I think this year there's going to be awards given out. Or I just made that up. You'll just have to come and find out! And yes, I will be taking pictures.