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.